acceptable lie

slightlyconfusedcinnamonbun  asked:

Oh Gosh, I need to know what Alice told Bendy about the origin of babies. Btw, I really love this blog a lot! ♥

((she tried, at least. and thanks hun! <3))

Please don’t tag as kin/me - Please don’t repost to other websites - Ask Before Dubbing - Please don’t remove caption - Reblogs appreciated! <3 ✮

SU WANTED THEORY: The Pink Conspiracy; Homeworld Civil War Imminent!

Holy hell. Thanks to the Wanted special, we have a timeline granted a very rough timeline of the gem war, and now know around when Pink was shattered. 

According to Blue Zircon here, Rose Quartz and her terrifying renegade Pearl started the rebellion, then a few hundred years later, Pink is shattered. The way it’s explained, we don’t know if there was any more warring immediately following that, or if that’s what caused the order to evacuate before the Diamonds used the corruption song. For this theory, I’m going with the latter.

Then we’re hit with a bombshell;

Gemkind was lied to. Not just a huge bunch of the population. Gemkind.

The people of Homeworld were told the Earth was destroyed. From what we’ve seen so far, we can safely assume only the Diamonds and a select few elites know of the Earth’s existence. (Peridot, Jasper, the Rubies, etc), and by “the Diamond attack”, of course, they’re probably referencing this;

This changes everything. Why did they lie about the Earth? Besides the obvious; You’d want your people to think you’re all-powerful, what i mean is that’s quite a lie to keep up. Why go through all the trouble?

During The Trial, Blue Diamond makes clear the story everyone knows,  

But that’s impossible. Bismuth says in her debut, “It can cut a gem’s physical form in an instant, destroying the body, but never the gem.”.  Our only other eyewitness is Eyeball Ruby, who couldn’t tell Ame-Jasper apart from the real Jasper. 

She can’t tell Purple from Orange? Color plays such a huge role in their society, so important the Crystal Gems called themselves that because crystals have no color! It’s a symbol of their independence from the Diamond Authority. You’re telling me a war-hardened Ruby missed such an important detail as Jasper’s color? The others I can forgive, one of them didn’t even know who Pink Diamond was so we don’t know how new they are, but Eyeball? Is she colorblind?? Either way, we don’t know if she mistook whoever shattered Pink Diamond for Rose Quartz, or if Rose just used a different sword. Her testimony is unreliable.

Oh, and by the way?


the fuck

Is your problem Yellow D?

Yellow Diamond was clearly obstructing justice, and she lost it when Blue Zircon accused them of Pink’s shattering, almost as if the lawyer got too close. At first with her song “What’s the use of feeling Blue?” , we think Yellow Diamond wants to help Blue move on. But now that title’s double-meaning rings out to me and it scares me. “What’s the use of feeling, Blue?” Blue wants closure, not just the cheap revenge Yellow is offering her. Closure means knowing the truth so you can move on. If Yellow Diamond cares as much for Blue as she shows, why is she in such a rush to get Blue to bury this? You don’t just rush someone’s grieving. It’s clear Yellow doesn’t want her to know about something. 

Still not convinced? Look at Yellow Pearl here.

Wtf was that worried glance for? Since when does Yellow Pearl give a damn about anyone but her Diamond? That’s not a “oh shit are you okay Blue?” look, that’s a “Shit, are we screwed?” look.

Now. Personally, I never believed the rebellion was strong enough to fend off all 4 Diamonds and their homeworld forces alone. It never made sense, especially with Rose’s message of peace and Bismuth being bubbled for essentially advocating for murder. (though in these circumstances I really don’t blame her someone un-bubble my bb) Something’s wrong here.

Pink Diamond loved humans remember? Where did that come from? Sure, she plucked them up as trophies, but hold on. They’re not on display here, or in any way a display of her power. They’re kept nice and safe and com fortable, like pets. Rose Quartz didn’t understand the concept of love until Greg and her “fused” in the episode “We Need To Talk”, what if this was all Pink knew how to do? Would she have been fine seeing the Earth destroyed just to kill off Rose’s Rebellion? Blue doesn’t think so. Yellow Diamond does call it a “silly zoo” in her song after all, she doesn’t seem very supportive of Pink or Blue Diamond.  

Then there was this little scene.

Idk if anyone else has mentioned this, but I think Blue and Pink were in love. That’s what’s implied here, at least to me. They just paralleled Greg’s grief over Rose to Blue’s over Pink Diamond. That can’t be an accident.

What if Pink started to help Rose Quartz and the rebellion grew into such a threat that White Diamond needed her…removed? Rose did get her Pearl after all.

Listen fam, you can think whatever you want about our Pearl, she’s formerly White Diamond’s. Her gem’s in the right place. Rose would have needed someone on the inside to help her rebellion, and it would be a great show of power to say.. steal the Big Boss’s favorite slave?? The one servant White Diamond would have taken everywhere? Pearl must have known all of White’s secrets, and because of who White Diamond is, all of Homeworld’s secrets. All it would have taken is an offer of freedom. 

With Pink Diamond and White Pearl on her side, the Crystal Gems would have been a massive threat to Homeworld.

I think Pink Diamond’s shattering is a conspiracy that White and Yellow are keeping from Blue, because she and Pink were too close. They couldn’t allow Pink’s side to bolster the rebellion and start a gem civil war, so, Yellow and White found a way. Once Pink was shattered, they corrupted the survivors to silence any witnesses from the other side and pinned it on Rose Quartz to unify all of Gemkind against her and her Crystal Gems forever. They could accept the lie that the Earth was destroyed in a great retribution for their fallen Diamond, making her a martyr instead of a traitor and saving the Diamond Authority legacy.

Now, there’s the question of who. Well, White Pearl did betray White Diamond… wouldn’t it just be so poetic, to if not have Pink Pearl kill her master, not warn her about it?

Also, about what Yellow D said last..

Uh are you sure you want that Yellow D?  His mom started a rebellion. He has everything he needs right there now, plus, maybe an unlikely ally? 

  • me: 1984 is an overrated book and george orwell is a hack
  • Trump Presidency, Day 3: Openly declaring objective truths that we can see with our own eyes to be invalid and 'dishonest', 'alternative facts', already went after a twitter account for sharing pictures of the inauguration that did not comply with the bullshit they made up.
  • me: The party told you to reject the evidence of your eyes and ears. It was their final, most essential command… and if all others accepted the lie, which the party imposed, if all records told the same tale, then the lie passed into history and became truth.
Elsewhere University- Feathers

Like a whole bunch of other people, I saw @charminglyantiquated ’s Elsewhere University Comic and got SUPER INSPIRED. And since she’s so generously encouraging other people to play in her sandbox, I present ‘Feathers’.  EDIT : PART 2 HERE

You go to Elsewhere University. You’ve been going to Elsewhere University for (years and years and years and years) for three years now. You know how things are. You’re not an RA, but… Mm, you could have been.

Might still be. Aren’t yet.

This is your junior year (you think). You know how things are. You carry salt in one pocket, iron in another, trinkets to bargain away in your book bag, offerings in your purse, pearls around your neck.

Keep reading

The problem is, many of us believe in a worldly Christianity. The kind of Christianity that makes us feel good, comfortable, and content. It allows us to believe that we’re fine exactly as we are. That God made us exactly this way, so we don’t need to change a single thing.
This sells us short of all the good things we can be, the things we’re meant to be. We stop growing spiritually and accept the lie that we don’t need to grow, since we’re perfect as is.
True Christianity means to know that, while we are loved as we are, we need to strive to be better, to look more like Jesus and less like other people, and that we’ll never be done growing.
God doesn’t look at us and say “eh, good enough.” If He did, then He never truly loved us. Instead, God looks at us and says “beautiful, now let’s see just how amazing you can be when you grow with Me.”
We don’t let the people we love stay as they are. We want them to grow, we want them to become a better version of them. And since God loves us in a way we on earth can’t possibly comprehend, imagine how much growth He wants for us.


elegantly wasted | baekhyun (pt. 2)

You never noticed how much you affected Baekhyun the way you caressed your bare thighs or the way you licked your lips seductively out of nervousness but he was sure, very soon he would show you what you were doing to him.  

admin: s. genre: angst, fluff, smut (in later parts), age gap, kinda daddyish, ceo! baekhyun au

pt. 1, pt. 3

Originally posted by princewangeun

You just stood there not knowing what to do next. The state you were in right now: half naked.  

Mr. Byun was standing in front of you eyeing you up and down as if you were an important historical statue. His brows were furrowed and he was clearly waiting for an explanation that you sadly hadn’t.

He folded his arms in front of his chest and started tapping his foot. “I give you one more minute to explain this whole situation before I call the security and the police.”  His voice brought shivers down your spine. You still had single droplets of water on your body which froze immediately. It suddenly got so cold in the living room. Mr. Byun was so not amused. 

Stuttering you tried to answer but the fact that you were still half naked in front of your mums boss made it not better. “I- I’m sorry Mr. Byun. My mum is your usual cleaning lady.”  Raising his eyebrows, Mr. Byun seemed to study your face more closely. Shortly you thought his featured relaxed but they soon tensed again.  

“And why are you here and not your mother?” He answered sharply, now slowly circling you. You gulped and followed him first with your eyes and then with your body. Was he checking you out? No, of course not. He’s a grown man and in comparison to him, you’re basically still a teenager.

“My mum has some errands to run outside the city for some time so she told me to clean instead.” Hoping he would believe you, you quickly added. “Please don’t fire her Mr. Byun. It’s my fault, I should just have cleaned and then left the apartment.”

Mr. Byun stopped in his tracks. Firing? Firing his cleaning lady? He hadn’t even laid one thought on firing Mrs. Y/L/N. He could remember his secretary had said that Mrs. Y/L/N had called informing him with something and now he knew what that was. Usually, he didn’t like it if a stranger was in his loft but this was different. 

His eyes landed another time on your body. The way the short towel hugged your curves made him bothered. Maybe he should come home early more often.

“I’m not going to fire your mother.” Mr. Byun said chuckling now putting his hands in the pockets of his suit trousers. “Just why are you only wearing… this.” He pointed at the towel around your body. 

Gulping you froze in your spot not knowing what to do. Quickly searching for an acceptable and believable lie you coughed trying to steady your voice. “I- I cooked spicy Ricecakes for you! I got something on my… body? And so I had to clean up. I’m really sorry Mr. Byun I’m going to clean everything I dirtied!” 

Mr. Byun’s eyes wandered to the kitchen were soon his foot brought him to. “Baekhyun.” He murmured while opening the lid of the pot the Rice cakes were in. You had left it on the stove so it was still warm when he wanted to eat it. 

Your ears twitched upon hearing that. “Excuse me, what did you say?” 

Mr. Byun turned to you and smiled. “Call me Baekhyun, please.” 

Why wanted Mr. Byun to be called Baekhyun by you? Your mother also called him Mr. Byun so it was only logical for you to call him that too whether he was your boss or not. 

Moving your head to one side you started walking towards his bedroom. You finally had realized again you were just wearing a fucking towel and this situation was getting awkward. 

“I’m just quickly going to wear my clothes, Mr. Byun.“ You said to him while already being out of his sight.

"Baekhyun. And yes.” He shouted back. You heard him scrambling around in the kitchen and soon after chewing sounds. 

You entered his bedroom quickly wearing your clothes and drying the wet mess you made in the shower. After you were done, you closed his bedroom door and came back into the kitchen.

Baekhyun was sitting on one of the high chairs on the kitchen island and ate the rice cakes you made him. He turned around and pointed to the food with the chopsticks in his right hand. “Did you make them? They’re really good.” 

You just nodded, he was being too kind. Why was he not angry anymore? You literally used his shower and danced in his living room only wearing one of his towels. 

Walking towards the front door, you grabbed your belongings that were still on the kitchen counter. You wanted to leave. Now. “I’m going now. I’m again really sorry for today. I promise it won’t happen again.” 

Immediately Baekhyun’s head shot up and he left his place quickly joining your side while grabbing his car keys. “I’m driving you. It’s already dark outside.” 

You stopped in your tracks and bit your lip. Why was he like this. Your mother told you he was nice but not this nice.  

Shaking your head you faked a smile and opened the front door. “It’s fine. Mr. By- Baekhyun. Really, I’m used to driving with the subway late at night.” 

It was clearly a big ass lie you just told him but you really didn’t want to be taken home by a stranger and more even by Mr. Byun Baekhyun, your short time boss. 

Though Baekhyun shook his head and laid his hand on top of yours which still lingered on the door handle. “I’m driving you home. That wasn’t a favor, it’s a demand.”

Gulping you nodded and quickly exited his loft. This evening was getting more awkward by the second. You still tried to forget the incident from before but now Baekhyun got the amazing idea to drive you home. 

Side by side you walked down the hall to the elevator. Entering the elevator, Baekhyun pressed the button for the lobby and it started moving. 

The whole drive down was quiet. It wasn’t a peaceful quiet you loved but it was an awkward quiet. Both of you were staring at the elevator door not saying one word. 

After what felt like an eternity to you the doors finally opened again and you both left the small, now after Baekhyuns perfume smelling elevator. 

Again walking beside each other you passed the reception. The lady behind the counter smiled at both of you. It seemed like it was nothing new for her to see a girl and Baekhyun leaving his loft. You wondered if he was married or had a girlfriend. 

You both had finally arrived at his car after another two minutes of just walking beside each other and definitely not talking. 

His car was an expensive looking sports car. From the way it looked, you guessed it had to be a Mercedes AMG GTC. Well, let’s say, you liked cars, especially sports cars so it wasn’t really guessed. 

Your eyes got gloomy and you couldn’t hide the immense smile that now plastered your lips. Slightly touching the car you could see your reflection in the black glossy body of the car. 

"Wow. That must have been super expensive.“ You blurted out while still taking in every feature of the car. 

Baekhyun just chuckled and opened the passenger seat for you. "Yup, it was but let’s not talk about that, honey.” 

You hadn’t even realized Baekhyun had called you by a pet name or that he had opened the door for you while you took a seat in the passenger seat and made yourself comfortable. The interior of the car was as beautiful as the exterior. 

Soon Baekhyun had entered the car too and was now sitting behind the steering wheel. You excitedly looked at him with big eyes but no smile, just like a little kid, waiting to finally hear the sound his car would make while starting. 

Baekhyun noticed that and smirked. “You like Sports cars?” He asked while turning the keys and starting the car. 

The vibration the car made shook through your whole body making your womanhood a little bit too excited. It was the first time you sat in one of your Dreamcars and you couldn’t wait until Baekhyun used the gas pedal. 

You nodded answering Baekhyuns question and smirking a little bit at him. “Which girl doesn’t?” Your tone came out more provocative than you had expected and you regretted it. You were giving Baekhyun false signals.

Baekhyun laughed and finally drove on the street in the direction you had told your apartment was located at. You turned your head looking out of the window. It was already pitch black outside. It was getting dark early in winter. This winter though was weird, it was too warm to call it winter. 

Suddenly the window moved down. You slightly tilted your head and saw Baekhyun smiling but still looking in front of him. You did the same and let the wind blow lightly in your face. 

The whole drive Baekhyun and you said nothing to each other, you lived pretty far away from his loft so it seemed like this awkward car ride would last forever. 

It was kind of getting chilly in the car. The windows were already closed but it felt like it was getting colder and colder. Little did you know that Baekhyun had turned on the AC. For him, it was too hot in this car. The reason, you.

Starting to caress you naked thighs a little bit to warm them up you lied your head deeper in the seat and sighed. What were you thinking this morning to choose to wear a skirt and only stockings? 

Baekhyun beside you noticed every move you were doing. That you were caressing your delicious thighs he wanted to be in between or that your nipples were getting hard because of the cold and he could see slight bumps on your shirt. 

Squeezing the steering wheel even more than before he tried to get those thoughts out of his mind. The first time he saw you this morning, he already wanted to have you. Not because you basically just stood in a towel beside him but also because you were perfect. How your skin was glowing while still having single droplets of water on it or the way your wet hair framed your beautiful face. Your Y/E/C eyes not getting out of his mind. He was caught. 

Baekhyun looked at you again, only for a short time but long enough to see that you stopped caressing your thighs thus he saw the perfect opportunity for getting closer to you. 

In a matter of seconds you felt Baekhyuns hand on your thigh it was warm and felt like burning on your cold skin. You almost moaned at the contact of finally something warm on your freezing thighs. 

Still, you didn’t know what to do. Again. What was he doing? You didn’t dare to look at him but steal little glances in the corner of your eyes and you clearly could see Baekhyun was smirking satisfied. 

Starting to lick your lips, what you always did when you were nervous, you could feel that Baekhyuns grip was getting tighter. Not to the point where it hurt but it would definitely leave a mark. 

Baekhyun, on the other hand, was getting more furious by the minute. Yes, you did all of these things unintentionally but it was driving him crazy, the image of you naked laying below him in his bed not going out of his head anymore. 

You never noticed how much you affected Baekhyun the way you caressed your bare thighs or the way you licked your lips seductively out of nervousness but he was sure, very soon he would show you what you were doing to him.  

Half of the week already passed and since that one incident at the beginning of the week, nothing more had happened. Baekhyun and you hadn’t even seen each other since then. The only time you heard from him was when he had called you to pick up a suit from the laundry shop. He also sometimes left sweet notes and one time even a present for you. At the beginning, you thought it was strange but you started liking it.

You were glad it went as smooth as this because well this evening was so awkward it still haunts you even now. 

It already was half past eight and you were late but it wasn’t serious because no one would ever find out, Baekhyun shouldn’t be at home. 

Somehow you missed his presence. It wasn’t like you liked him or anything like that… Screw that you liked him, a lot. Heck, you wanted to feel him, kiss him, even have sex with him. The last time you had some good sex was like a hundred years ago.

Shaking your head you left the elevator and walked towards the door of his Loft. Your mum was right actually after you got used to cleaning, it was kinda fun. 

You opened the door and walked in, closing it again after you had entered. Putting your bag where you always put it you went straight into Baekhyuns room to pick up his clothes so you could wash them. 

The basket for his clothes under your arm, you opened the door of his room. You immediately stopped in your tracks when you saw the situation in front of you. Your face had lost its remaining color as you stared at the two people laying in the bed together in front of you. 

Baekhyun and some kind of unknown woman to you laid in bed together. Both naked. She was laying on her side still being in the middle of her deep sleep and Baekhyun beside her half sitting and leaning on the bedhead, doing something on his phone. 

Your mouth fell open and you dropped the basket, making a small sound but still loud enough for Baekhyun to notice. 

His head shot up and the minute he saw you his eyes widened. A Million thoughts were running through both of your heads but both of you didn’t know what to do. 

You felt how tears were forming in your eyes but why. Yes, you liked him but you were nothing. There was nothing between the both of you except that you were working for him.

Baekhyun quickly put on his boxer shorts on and then stood up. What had he done? He liked you, still, he was laying here with a woman he barely knew. It was true that you and he didn’t know each other well enough too but it was different with you. When he saw your smile and that twinkle in your eye it felt like he knew you for years.

‘‘I- I’m so sorry Baekhyun. I didn’t know- I’m going.’‘ You quickly said, turning around while wiping the forming tears from your eyes and leaving his room. 

Baekhyun, of course, followed you, grabbing your wrist when you both reached the living room. Swinging you around he grabbed you by the arms looking you in the eyes. 

To your luck, you had achieved to not cry but your eyes were still red and gloomy from your wiping. 

‘‘No, Y/N, don’t leave, please. Thursdays are actually your free days, I should have informed you before something like this could happen.’‘ Baekhyun starred in your eyes searching for hope but there was none. 

Freeing yourself from his grip you were staring back in his eyes. Your eyes now cold. He first flirted with you and now this. Was he even guilty?

Hastily grabbing your purse and jacket you hurried to the door. ‘’I’m again very sorry Baek- Mr. Byun. I’ll come tomorrow morning as usual.’’ Your voice sounding broken and quiet. Baekhyun just stood there looking at you leaving. He made a drastic mistake.

Suddenly he felt a pair of arms sliding around his waist. He did know it wasn’t you but he imagined it to be you. There was no way he would let you run away from him. It happened to him before and it broke him. This wouldn’t happen again. 

Part two you guys, hope you like it tho. I’m sorry that it took so long but as I said before I was on vacation but now I’m finally back at home and here to write for you :))) Btw it would be really nice if you could give me some feedback on this part. I think this part smells like poop and I’m always happy to read what you guys think of what I wrote.

Another thing to all of our followers. It would be really awesome if you guys could show some love to admin a. We both noticed that my writing gets waaay more notes than hers and guys her writing is like way better than mine. It would be just really nice if you could check out her new sehun story called Starbucks. It’s a really good written story and I bet you’d like it!

Lots of love,

- admin s.  💖

Dramatic Switch

Pairing: Forming Platonic Prinxiety

Prompt:Anxiety & Prince wake up with their clothing swapped, but they can’t change so have to film a video as eachother.

This is a fic for @daymeetsnight for the Sanders Sides fic exchange! I got it done just in time, and it turned out WAY longer than I expected (2935 words), and angstier than planned, but I really hope you like it. 

“What the hell?! Give me back my hoodie!”

“How dare you disgrace my royal sash! Hand it over!”

Both were more than happy to comply, but couldn’t seem to get the other’s garments off. This left Virgil in Roman’s royal attire, and Princey as an emo nightmare. They, of course, panicked.

“We are to film a video today, and Thomas will be summoning us any minute!” The royal exclaimed in all his dramatics, “I am a Prince! I cannot possibly allow my subjects to see me looking like I just stepped out of Dead, Goth, &Beyond!”

“Yeah, ‘cause I totally want to look like I just mugged Prince Charming,” Virgil rolled his eyes at the prince as he crossed his arms. “So Sir Creativity, what do we do? I have an image to maintain.”

Roman!Thomas’s voice suddenly echoed through the mind palace.

“Gah!” Roman resisted the call as they started panicking more. “Oh! Um… Oh! Quickly, switch places with me! We will simply act like each other, and no one will know!”

Virgil opened his mouth to point out how stupid he thought this idea was, but as Thomas called again, he groaned and switched places with Roman before popping into Thomas’s living room.

‘He’s lucky I read the scripts to death,’ Virgil thought as he struck Roman’s signature entering pose.

“Hello, common folk! Did you miss me?” The commonly dark trait grinned with a flourish.

“Roman, what took so long?” Thomas whispered.

“My apologies. You see, I was caught up in an epic battle with the Dragon Witch and lost track of time.” Virgil thought up as he pretended to fight some unseen beast.

This seemed to be Princey enough for the others as Logan rolled his eyes, Thomas nodded, and Patton grinned.

“Aw! Way to go Kiddo!” The Dad beamed.

Virgil felt absolutely ridiculous performing the action, but as everyone accepted the lie and continued on with the video, his smile became a little more genuine.

Being part of Thomas, he enjoyed acting just like the others, but if any of them truly knew him, they’d know his passion could rival the very royal he was playing. That’s why he always made Thomas so nervous before a performance. He, more than anyone, understood how much they were all truly capable of, and–while he sometimes insisted with things that there was no point in trying–acting was not one of these things, and he wanted Thomas to truly give nothing but his absolute all, even if it was just an audition. If his presence didn’t cause Thomas anxiety, he’d probably be right there on stage with him and Princey.

Acting also allowed the dark trait to be someone else. He didn’t have to be ‘the embodiment of a dark and stormy night’ as Roman once phrased it. He could be free. So as they continued the video, that’s exactly what he was. Free. He played the part of roman with everything he had. Arguing with Logan, encouraging Thomas, and not so subtly degrading Patton; he didn’t enjoy the last part nearly as much but a role was a role, and for once in his existence, the confidence he gave off was real.

Anxiety loved every second of playing the dramatic, overly confident Prince as he threw out another vague reference with a smirk. Every second that is, until the real Princey popped up to play him, and shoot down ‘his’ idea.

Virgil gave Princey’s sassy retort without missing a beat or the barely concealed look of impressed surprise the royal gave him as he responded. He hid his blush, and continued on as though nothing had happened, but as filming went on, Virgil began to notice Princey acting strange.

Being the anxious trait, part of his job was to analyze everything in an instant, and though Roman played him flawlessly, Virgil still almost broke character to frown. As far as Virgil could tell, none of the others had noticed, but the real Prince looked like he was trying to hide the fact that he was in physical pain even as he rolled his eyes as Anxiety.

‘What’s wrong with him?’ Virge wondered as they continued to play each other so no one would know they were stuck in each other’s clothes.

He started to become actually worried, however, when he noticed Roman’s bangs becoming slowly limper as they dampened with sweat. This was when Anx knew this had to end soon, and used the influence he apparently held as Prince to start trying to get the video to move along faster with more one take shots.

It seemed to work, and in no time, Thomas declared them done and they gave their final words before sinking out one by one so Thomas could start editing, and  everyone dispersed back to their rooms once back in the mind palace.

Roman tried to use this to escape to his room as well, but Virgil had sunk out before him so was waiting for him outside the currently emo royal’s room.

“What’s wrong? You look more like death than I usually do,” Virgil immediately questioned the prince.

Said prince tried to hide a wince at being found out that, of course, didn’t go unnoticed by Virgil, even as the royal smirked. “Whatever are you talking about?”

“One of my roles as Thomas’s Anxiety is to analyze everything to death to prevent Thomas from making mistakes. Everything includes people so Thomas doesn’t make social blunders. The whole video, you looked like you were in physical pain, and half-way through, you started sweating like there was a great strain on you. What. Is. Wrong?” The dark trait asked with punctuation to each word of the original question to show Princey wasn’t avoiding it.

It was at this point Roman knew he lost. “Can we go in my room for this? I don’t want to worry the other two if they hear,” Roman sighed as he went in his room before the other could answer.

This confused Virgil, but he followed Roman into the Broadway meets Disney tornado version of Thomas’s house with a shrug.

“Jeez, you really do have 101 Disney posters don’t you? I was just kidding when I said that, but I can’t believe it was true.” He gave a half-laugh as he sat on the couch.

“Disney is no joking matter!” Princey huffed, back to his usual dramatics now that he was in the safety of his own room. He appeared more at ease almost immediately.

“So what happened between the times we were in the commons to the time you popped up?” Virgil asked bluntly, feeling the ‘entering someone else’s space’ formalities had been met sufficiently enough.

Roman sighed extra dramatically, “Anxi-my apologies- Virgil, what do I represent?”

The question confused the darker trait, but he responded none the less, “Thomas’s ego, romance, love of the theatre, creativity, and his obsession with Disney?”

“What is another name for theatre?” Roman prompted.

“Drama,” Virgil answered without hesitation.

“Exactly! Virgil, I am Thomas’s theatrics. I am the literal embodiment of drama!” he posed. “You on the other hand,” he pointed to Anxiety, “are even less dramatic than Logan.”

“Yeah, but what does that have to do with you being in pain?” Virgil asked, already having an idea, but wanting confirmation.

“Uuuuugh! Being a Drama King is part of my job! It becomes physically painful to not be my fabulous self!” Roman sighed with a hair flip as though it was the most tragic thing on Earth. “It’s not just an attention thing you know? Though I deserve to have all eyes on moi.”

Virgil sat in silence for a moment, mulling over what he just learned. “Why did you suggest we switch then if you knew it would hurt so much?”

Roman raised an eyebrow, “Virgil, have I ever once, in the entire time you have known me, not been dramatic?”

“You had no clue it would hurt.”

“None at all,” the royal confirmed with a wave of his hand. “The closest I have come to feeling that was when I was apologizing to you, but we were all panicking so I figured it was that.”

“I see,” Virgil nodded. He had been about to call Roman a dolt for not knowing something so important but merely hid his own wince, blaming himself slightly now.

“Yes, but like a true actor,” Prince boasted proudly, “I worked through the pain to put on a stunning performance of our very own Boy Glummer that fooled everyone.”

Virge just rolled his eyes, “Please, your eye roll game was weak.”

Roman huffed, about to retort before he smirked instead, “Yes, I can admit that I could use some practice playing a dark prince. Maybe you could give me some pointers. You seemed to be enjoying yourself out there playing me.”

Anx turned scarlet almost immediately, and wished more than anything that he had his foundation back to hide it. “Shut up,” he snapped, “I have no clue what you are talking about.”

“Oh really?” The prince continued to smirk, enjoying the other’s reaction, “Because you could have fooled me you were me.”

Virgil tried hiding in the collar of the royal shirt he was still wearing, wanting his hoodie, “I didn’t want them to find out…”

Roman smiled lightly now, “Virgil, calling Logan ‘My Chemical Reaction’ wasn’t in the script. I’m actually extremely disappointed it hasn’t been before.”

“Improv,” Virge mumbled, trying to sink into the couch now, unable to handle the compliments.

The royal sighed dramatically again as he sat on the couch with the darker, “Virgil, I’m not teasing you now. That was truly amazing. Why did you not tell us you could act?”

“I am part of Thomas, technically we can all act…”

“I highly doubt the glasses duo could act like that. You were completely unrecognizable as Virgil. Why hide such talent?” Roman pushed, truly impressed.

Virgil sighed, “To avoid this,” gesturing between the two of them. “To use theatre terms, your tragic flaw is you physically cannot not be dramatic. Mine is that I cannot handle praise. The fact that your room seems to boost confidence is probably the only reason I am not having a self-deprecating panic attack,” he admitted, hiding in his knees and awaiting the backlash.

Roman frowned, “By jones, that’s horrible!” embracing the other on an instinct to protect the vulnerable. “Patton compliments you all the time! Why did you never say anything?”

“…It does feel how it’s supposed to at first…nice that is…, but later, when I get back to my room, the room and my own brain start picking it apart and putting me back in my place. That’s why I enjoyed the acting. I was someone other than me.”

Princey’s heart broke hearing the revelation, and subconsciously held him closer, “Oh Virgil…what about now? What happened just now?” He asked this, but honestly he was afraid to hear an answer he was sure he already knew.

Virgil looked up at Roman for a second with an expression that confirmed his suspicions as he caught sight of the wetness in his eyes before he looked down again.

“…🎵You think you do the right thing, but incidentally You find the whole world prefer it differently~🎵”

Virgil sang quietly as Roman’s heart slowly sank more and more, “🎵I never wanted to be the bad guy🎵” he finished for the other. “You still don’t trust me.” Roman sighed, honestly hurt, but understanding why.

“I’m trying,” Virgil sighed, “but you spent so long insulting and making fun of me, it’s difficult. That apology was the first honestly nice thing you said to me you know? That’s why the panic set in so fast afterwards because the room was trying to decide if it was a lie or not and it caused an Anxiety Dump. Even now I’m still trying to accept it because my head keeps pointing out that it was scripted. Since it hurt though, I guess now I know it was real.” Another sigh. “When Logan praises me, there’s no anxiety because Lo finds lying an illogical waste of time and only gives his honest opinion. Patton is nice to everyone, so there is some anxiety over whether it’s true, but ultimately he is Morality and lying is wrong. You on the other hand, what do you have to gain from lying to someone like me? Every compliment you’ve ever given me has always been backhanded. Even this conversation started with you trying to tease me! …So yeah, I’m trying to start trusting you, but it’s hard.”

Virgil let all of this out with the confidence of the room acting as his backbone before he returned to sitting silently. As the silence stretched, however, Virgil tried looking up at the prince, but was cut short as Princey gathered him uncomfortably close and hid his face the anxious side’s shoulder. The darker immediately started squirming, of course, uncomfortable and startled. “Hey! What’s the big i-” That’s when he felt it through the thinner fabric of the prince’s shirt that he was wearing. Roman was crying.

“I am so sorry Virgil. I honestly just assumed it was our normal banter. I never thought to consider your side of thi- no, that is no excuse. I am a prince after all. I should have considered the feelings of all of my subjects, and that includes you Virgil. Especially after your video. Good God, I am horrible. I have been making an effort to call you by your proper name since you decided to trust us with it, but I still cannot do something as simple as be nice to you. For the love of Disney, I reacted to our current situation with accusing you of disgracing my sash when in truth, I am irritated that you look better in it than I do! Now I learn what I assumed was harmless and playful banter would have sent you into an attack. Virgil I am so truly sorry. You are amazing, and an amazing actor on top of it. I can promise that with complete sincerity. That performance was astounding, and you should be proud of yourself. Not even the Sherlock and Watson impersonators could tell it wasn’t me, and to assure you I am speaking from my heart with no dramatics, I can literally say that it would indeed kill me to compliment you at this point, so please know that only about half the stuff I have said since the ‘The Dark Side of Disney’ video, and absolutely nothing since your video was ever meant to hurt you. I would clichély ask if you could ever forgive me, but I would not blame you if you never could. I am so sorry Virgil, but know that you are wonderful, and deserve so much better than how you have been treated. You should never need to feel like you need to be anyone but you.”

Virgil sat frozen in absolute shock as he tried to gather his thoughts. Slowly he hugged Roman back and sighed, “Roman, self-deprecating remember? Anything you said, I had already thought a hundred and one times before. I was never actually upset with you. I was mad at myself that you were right. Don’t apologize for nothing. I’ll probably always think like this…, but thank you. I wasn’t trying to blame you at all. It just came out that way. I just wanted you to know why it will be a while before I don’t internally cringe at any praise from you…Can you please stop crying now? I seriously am not worth crying over.” He mumbled awkwardly.

Prince glared at him now, “Virgil Sanders, just stop it,” Roman warned with his inner Patton coming out. “You are too worth it. You will always be worth it, and from now on, it will be my life’s mission to make sure you know it! And if you ever truly need to be someone else for a while to cope, you now have full access to my costume room.” Roman, decided, producing a skeleton key for said closet that he forced into Virgil’s grasp. “Just please know how much you are loved,” he whispered.

Virgil stared at Princey wide-eyed as he blushed. Roman quickly followed suit as he realized what he just said, “By all of us, of course!” He clarified quickly, face the color of his sash as he covered it with is hands.

Virgil gave the prince one of his rare genuine smiles, and buried his face in Roman’s chest as he hugged him. “Thank you, Roman. Thank you…After hearing that….I think it will be easier now.”

Roman grinned as he hugged the dark prince back without hesitation. “Of course, Virgil. We really do love you,” he smiled, petting the other’s hair.

Virgil made a happy noise that honestly almost sounded like a happy kitten as they stayed like that for a while, taking in their new fragile alliance until Virge thought of something. “Hey, Roman?”

“Yes, dark prince?”

Virgil smiled at that one. “So you think I look better than you in this get up?”

Roman groaned. “We were having such a nice moment!” He exclaimed, back to his dramatics as Virgil cackled next to him. He smiled despite himself; he was just glad to see the other happy. ‘He truly is wonderful, and I will happily spend the rest of my life making sure he knows it every day.’

With this vow in place, Roman finally caved and joined Virgil in his laughter, mismatched clothes all but forgotten.

Stay Professional! Pt. 13

NSFW! Work AU! Fluff, Angst and long awaited smut: Jungkook x Reader

Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12

Summary: You can’t help but once again fall for and swoon over the ridiculously charming: Jeon Jungkook, the future CEO of one of the largest companies in South Korea. You knew that rushing your relationship with him was logically and morally wrong but- would your infatuated and thirsty state override all commonsense? 

A/N: This is my first time writing explicit smut! Can I please emphasise that. But I hope you enjoy regardless, just be weary before you read– your thirst for Jeon Jungkook might become light threatening after this. 

After the ‘first date’, Jungkook had offered to take you to work every morning. Really, it was just an excuse to see you right before he went to work and accumulated stress but all of that would disappear the next morning- when he laid his eyes upon the ‘beauty’ he claimed you to be.

You didn’t plan on accepting Jungkook so quickly, but you found that you made the right decision. You were much happier than before but you were pretty much infatuated with him. It felt wrong and it wasn’t ideal to be head over heels for someone that you had just fixed together your trust for… but you simply couldn’t help it. He was beyond gorgeous and he was unexpectedly cheesy to a point where rolling your eyes had become a habit around him. 

There came many more dates soon after the first and things progressed healthily. He’d sometimes surprise you after work by picking you up and taking you out to dinner. He’d suggest all these fine dining places but you’d always end up rejecting them because you felt as though you didn’t own clothes fit enough for such extravagant restaurants. 

Jungkook always made sure to remind you that he was always thinking about you. It was rather… childish and clingy… but too sweet to a point complaining was way out of question. He often sent you texts midday asking how your day is so far, or what you ate for lunch or what you had planned after work. 

Your relationship with him was completely innocent. Jungkook always drove you home no matter what time it was and didn’t leave until he saw you enter your apartment. After dinner dates and long conversations, he’d walk you up the stairs to say goodbye with evident hesitation on his features. That was the part he always struggled with. He couldn’t afford to kiss you because he was too afraid he’d lose himself in your sweet taste and aroma. 

Keep reading


I got reported on facebook for saying that we should stop condoning people being fat. I’m so tired of seeing this bullshit. But Tumblr is even worse. Tumblr has this special breed of snowflakes that are under the assumption that because their feelings get hurt that people have to accept them. Uh no. We don’t. And just because someone disagrees with you does not mean that they think you aren’t worthy as a person so knock that bullshit off. This “Healthy at Any Size” movement is all lies. Here’s some weird things that these people seem to miss.

It’s something like less than 2% of people are overweight because of a medical condition.

Medication can totally make you gain more weight, but it doesn’t make you obese or larger. If you gain some weight because of medication and are suddenly obese then guess what? You were already close to being obese!

There are some people who are just bigger but this big boned thing isn’t real! You may have a bigger frame but it doesn’t make you overweight! It can add a couple of extra pounds to what your average would be but it does not add these 30 plus lbs that people are trying to claim it does.

You just simply are not healthy at any size big or small. Your body needs fat to get through just day to day stuff and having a low fat count can actually really mess with your body. And being obese or bigger is hard on just about every part of your body.

And guess what? Not everyone has to be attracted to you! People can find being fat disgusting just like they can find being too skinny disgusting. Stop trying to make being unhealthy something that is okay! It’s 100% not okay.

When does the stupidity stop?

Keep on Living (chapter 3) Lin Manuel x Reader

Part 3 is finally here and features a Very Angry Lin as requested, thanks to everyone for reading my very first Lin fic.  Part 4 will be up super soon!

Part 1 | Part 2| Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Summary: Your boyfriend is an abusive asshole and you’ve been trying to hide it from Lin and everyone else. After turning up to the Richard Rogers where you work with a black eye and bruised wrists you tell Pippa that you’ve been mugged, but you get the feeling that Lin seems to know what really happened. Lin gets over-protective and you end up feeling really confused. On a night out with with the girls you drunkenly admit to Pippa that you think Lin is cute, and Jasmine records a video messaged standing up to your unknown attacker.

(I’m an abuse survivor myself. Not all abuse is the same, and so this fic is not meant to be a universal experience.

To anyone that may be experiencing abuse then my inbox is always open and I will always believe you. Tell a friend or a relative if you are able to. And there are many support lines depending on your town/state/country, talking to someone helps. Stay safe.)

Warnings - I’m adding a trigger warning for some mentions of emotional and physical abuse.

Word count - 2226


When you turn your phone on that morning it practically explodes in a flurry of messages.

Jasmine: Hey girl, I heard you called in sick today. Are you still really hungover?

Pippa: Are you ok? I heard you’re sick. Don’t worry, nobody has mentioned the video. Hope you feel better soon xxx

Lin: Apparently you aren’t coming in today so I don’t get to see you? AWFUL! Feel better, we all miss you. I hope you’re ok X

Lin: Dr Miranda prescribes hot sweet tea, a blanket fort, and The Little Mermaid. Take care of yourself please xxx

Lin: If you need anything let me know. I’m gonna be near your apartment today and I can bring round supplies.

Lin: Hey I’m on your block, do you need anything?

Lin: Are you ok? I don’t think you’re ok.

You throw your phone down on the bed. It’s the first time you’ve switched it on in 48 hours since you called Alex and told him you weren’t well enough to come to work. You’re honestly amazed that you still have friends with how anti-social you are being at the moment, but you haven’t been able to face anyone.

You’re surprised that none of Lin’s messages comment on the video Jasmine put on twitter a few nights ago. A video of you drunkenly admitting he was cute, but you’re thankful that he’s choosing to ignore that. Or maybe he never even saw the full video since Pippa took it down straight away.

You head into the theater that morning, grateful that the bruising on your face from last week is now fading. You draw less attention as you walk down the halls now. Lying about a fake mugging had made you feel so uneasy and you were relieved that you could make it to the office you shared with Alex without having to stop and talk about it.

“Hey Y/N , we didn’t expect to see you today!” Alex called cheerfully as you headed into the office. Lin was sitting on the beat up sofa, his laptop in front of him. He jumped up from the sofa, seeming surprised by your presence.

“You’re alive!” He grinned coming over to meet you. He hesitated for second, and there was a moment of awkwardness before he smiled and pulled you into a hug. “We missed you” He said, giving you a squeeze and you held your breath.

“Yeah, I can see!” You said dumping your bag down on the desk and eyeing the pile of paperwork awaiting your attention. “Aww Alex, you shouldn’t have!”

“Oops, yeah sorry about that.” Alex said as he quickly cleared another pile of papers from your chair for you to sit on. “We’ve got 8 new chorus members starting rehearsals on Monday and so the paperwork is sorta piling up.”

“Nah it’s fine” You shrugged, “I’m honestly just so happy to be back, I was getting cabin fever cooped up at home, it was driving me crazy.”

“Oh so that’s why you were ignoring my messages then?” Lin teased.

“Oh, god I’m sorry, I had my phone switched off, I was too sick to focus on a screen.” You were so used to lying now, you were surprised at how naturally it came to you.

“I dropped round a couple of times to see you. Mark said you didn’t want any visitors but I thought I’d keep trying.” Lin’s eyes darkened slightly and he looked at you as though he was trying to figure something out.

“Oh sorry, um yeah, I guess I must have been really out of it. I’m sorry” You once again found yourself unable to make eye contact with him as you deflected his concern. “You didn’t miss much much tho, just a sweatier sicklier me drowning in a sea of tissues and cough syrup, you dodged a bullet there.” You grinned weakly.

Lin’s eyes softened as he accepted your lie and he clapped his hands, snapping you out of the awkwardness.

“Well! Since you’ve been ignoring me, Me and Lac have been hatching a plan for Ham 4 Ham today. You in?”

Alex chuckled to himself “Don’t say yes to anything until he’s told you his plans.” He gathered his folders from his desk and headed out, leaving you alone with an over excited Lin.

“Ignore him.” Lin grinned, “You’re gonna love this. Or maybe you’ll hate this, I don’t know.”

You rolled your eyes and prepared for the worst. Your afternoons were often filled with vetting Lin’s ideas for new Ham4Ham shows. Some of which were brilliant, some of which were not, and thankfully between you and Alex, you could try and steer Lin in the right direction.

“Ok, so how well do you know Backstreet Boys?”

You laughed so hard you actually snorted. You held your hand up to your mouth, still laughing. “I’m sorry, that was NOT what I was expecting you to say at all”

Lin raised his eyebrows in mock indignation. “ I would NEVER joke about the Backstreet Boys” he exclaimed.

Lin went on to explain his idea for staging a performance of Backstreet’s Back complete with choreography for this afternoon’s Ham4Ham.

“Look, if you need me to show you the moves then all you had to do is ask” you laughed

“Ha! You know I love the fact that you spent all of senior year practicing Janet Jackson’s Rhythm Nation in your bedroom, I’m not doubting your skills, but we had a run through yesterday and I think we’re gonna be ok.” He chided while biting his lip.

The fact that he’d remembered your high school Janet Jackson obsession made you beam. It was something you’d geekily admitted on your very first day in rehearsals with him. Why? Because being around Lin brought out embarrassing admissions of your geeky obsessions, and he never mocked. His eyes had grown big and his face lit up in excitement and and he’d waved his arms in the air exclaiming “Me too!”. And from that moment onwards you knew you were in the right place. The fact that he’d remembered this little detail strangely gave you butterflies and you smiled to yourself.

You held your hands up “Ok ok, so you don’t need my dancing skills then.”

“No but we do need some accompaniment” Lin smiled.

“Fine!” You said, secretly happy to have something more fun to work on than the piles of paperwork Alex had left for you.

“I’ll get the melodica, hey give me a hand will you?”

You gestured up to a crate on the top of the bookshelves in your office marked ‘Ham4Ham gear.’ The crate was full of toy musical instruments, a set of megaphones, props, and some bits of costumes. It had become more of a lost and found box of novelty items which Lin and Alex added to weekly, as each Ham4Ham got more adventurous and silly.

You pulled over a chair to stand on which wobbled. Lin grabbed the chair to hold it in place as you climbed up.


The chair immediately swayed and Lin put his other hand out holding your waist to stop you falling off. You gasped, not expecting his hands, you flinched slightly and wondered if Lin had noticed.

“You ok?”

“Yeah,thanks. Sorry this chair is a piece of shit” you laughed nervously. You noticed his hand remained on your waist. Your skin tingled and you swallowed nervously.

You stretched out your arm trying to grab the crate which was just out of reach when Lin yelled “Fuck!”.

Lin’s hands had disappeared from your waist and you looked down at him, his eyes were wild, and he stepped back from the chair. He was staring at you. Staring at your waist. You looked down and noticed your shirt had ridden up above your stomach as you’d reached up. You quickly pulled down your shirt and stepped down from the chair. It was too late. He’d seen it.

“Fuck!” Lin said, this time in a whisper.

You looked at the floor. You couldn’t look at him. No, no, no. Not now. 

“Show me.” Lin said, breathlessly. He was still staring at your waist.

“Lin, please, I can’t.” You shook your head in a panic.

He looked up at you, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth tensed. “Show me” He commanded.

You gulped, it’s like you had forgotten how to breathe. His eyes never left yours and there was nothing left for you to do but show him.

Slowly you reached down, grabbing the corner of your shirt, nervously pulling it up to reveal your stomach and looking away. Lin gasped, closing his eyes and shaking his head.

Your stomach was blue and purple. An enormous bruise covered your belly, your waist and stretched round to your back. The bruise on your face from the previous week had faded, this was brand new, shiny, and dark.

You forced yourself to look at Lin who was still studying your skin in shock, you felt naked and exposed and you pulled your shirt down. Lin still stared at your waist through your clothes, unable to look away. Wispy strands of hair had fallen loose from his pontytail and hung in his eyes, you noticed his arms were locked by his side, his hands gripped tightly into fists.

“It wasn’t a mugging was it?” He said quietly

You shook your head, tears in your eyes and you tried to hold yourself together. You’d been trying not to fall apart all week, but you could feel yourself on the verge of unravelling.

“Who did this?” Lin asked, his mouth open in shock, his eyes set in anger, He already knew.

“I can’t.. Please I can’t do this now.”

“Who did this?” He asked again, his face darkened like thunder.

You couldn’t speak. You could barely breathe. You reached out to hold the chair to steady yourself.

“It was Mark wasn’t it?” Lin’s voice cracked.

You swallowed hard and closed your eyes. You nodded your head and a tear slipped down your cheek.

“Fuck.” Lin whispered.

“Lin I’m sorry, I couldn’t.. I didn’t know how to tell anyone. I’m sorry…”

Lin cut you off, he started shaking his head, pushing back his hair into his messy ponytail with both hands. His eyes were wild and he began muttering under his breath, violently spitting out a rapid mixture of English and Spanish, the hatred and anger flashing across his face.

“Fuck. Fucking motherfucker! No I’m gonna kill him…Hijo de puta…Mark es un maldito cabron…I fucking knew it!…Voy a matarlo… Hijo de la gran puta… Es una mierda!”

“Lin, please!” You begged, biting back tears and trying not to lose it.

Your voice brought him back and he stopped to look at you. He saw the panic in your face and the tears you’d tried so hard to keep in now falling freely down your cheeks and he took a breath.

“I’m sorry” He said shaking his head, his eyes softened realizing how scared you looked. “I’m sorry.”

He wrapped his arms around you, placing his hand gently on the back of your head and you finally allowed yourself to fall apart. Your face pressed into his shoulder and you sobbed, and you felt like you wouldn’t stop. He stroked your hair, holding you together.

“It’s ok, it’s ok, que sepas que estoy aquí “ he said in a soft soothing voice. It was a while before you could breathe. You steadied yourself and pulled away, embarrassed by the damp patch you’d left on his hoodie. You reached out for the chair to sit down while Lin grabbed you a box of tissues from the desk.

“You knew didn’t you?” You asked after a deep breath.

Lin puffed his cheeks and sighed while shaking his head.

“I don’t know… I thought I knew. I mean, I didn’t want to believe it. I just knew something was wrong. I knew there was more to the mugging but I didn’t know what, and I couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.”

“He told me nobody would believe me if I tried to tell anyone what he’d done. He said I deserved it. He said…” Your voice broke, you weren’t ready to go into detail yet.

Lin knelt down in front of you, placing one hand over yours, and tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ears as he spoke.

“You did not deserve this. I believe you.” He spoke slowly and gently. There was still a rage behind his eyes, but his voice was calm and soothing. You stared blankly at him. You didn’t have words. You smiled faintly and nodded.

“All this because of that stupid video” You muttered.

Lin looked at you puzzled.

“Jasmine uploaded this dumb video of us from the other night. We were drunk. In the video she basically recorded this big fuck you message to whoever attacked me. Mark said we were laughing at him, that we humiliated him and…”

You trailed off, leaving out the part where Mark had also seen you drunkenly admit on camera that you thought Lin was cute. How he’d called you a slut and a whore that evening, how he’d told you this was your punishment.

Lin begain muttering under his breath in Spanish again “…Hijo de puta” His face hardened and he shook his head, clutching your hand tighter.

“You did not deserve this.” He repeated, his voice firm and his eyes darkened.

You nodded silently and he gently traced small circles with his thumb across your hands.

You sniffed and wiped your eyes, breathing deep and trying to focus.

“Alex is gonna be back soon, I’ve got to get it together.”

You stood up and flattened down your hair. You needed to slip back into the role of someone who has their shit together. Even if it was just for a day.

“Y/N I don’t think you should be at work, this is too much.”

“No this is exactly what I need right now, I need to keep busy, I need to work, I need to not think about this for a day.”

Lin sighed, scraping back more strands of hair from his face. “Ok. But we haven’t finished talking about this yet, and you aren’t going home tonight.”

Panic flashed in your eyes. “If I don’t go home tonight he’ll know something is wrong. He’ll kill me! I think he’ll actually kill me.” Your voice sounded small, you barely recognized yourself.

“No.” He said with a resigned look in his eyes. “You’re coming home with me tonight. You are safe. He’s not coming near you again. I promise.”


Part 4 is coming soon here! and then I’m gonna write some smut, I swear!

This One’s For You, Buddy


September eighteenth.

Dean won’t sleep, he knows it’ll only be plagued with nightmares, sometimes he wonders if they torture him more than Hell did. Seeing his best friend die right in front of him and not be able to do anything about it except kneel in the dirt next to his body and let his heart break.

Dean stumbles out of his room not long after midnight, scrambling through the cupboard for two tumblers and his bottle of scotch. He’s disappointed its half gone already but with the last few months, he’s not surprised. His head is an exhausted mess but he heads back out to the tables in the main room, it’s dark, just lit by the table lamps. The muted glow does nothing for his mood and he sets the glasses and bottle down with a heavier than necessary thunk. Spinning the cap off with on hand, Dean sits before pouring himself a glass.

He stares at the other glass. Shoving the lump in his throat away, he moves the other glass towards the opposite chair slightly as if someone were sitting there. Three fingers for Castiel—because he can drink it without a second thought.

Dean lifts his own glass, chinking it against the one on the table, Castiel’s one. “This one’s for you, buddy.”

The Scotch burns harshly at the back of his throat but he takes several sips before resting the glass against his forehead. It’s cool against his skin and it reminds him of too much.


Keep reading


My first submission for Ash’s 2k Challenge :D for the threesome prompt. SO sorry it was late and I hope it was worth the wait!


Synopsis: Negan always had a talent for reading people. All it took was seeing you look at one of his strongest lieutenants to get the wheels turning in his head.

Contains: threesome smut, fingering, cunnilingus, blowjob, penetration,  language

All it took was a look. One simple look. You had allowed your eyes to linger on her pretty features and athletic curves a second too long. It was all he needed to see to get the wheels turning in his head.  You remember that day well. You remember the mischievous smile that curled his lips when he followed your gaze to Arat. You should have known right then and there, your dear husband was plotting something.  Negan always did have a remarkable talent for reading people. He could pick up on the most subtle of twitches in the features and be able to interpret their meaning. He could learn a person’s weaknesses, fears, aspirations and desires simply by speaking to them for a brief time. His keen hazel eyes flickering over their every move, analyzing their body language in order to serve his own needs. In your spare time, you’d often wonder what his occupation was before the world went under with the walking dead. 

 It wasn’t long after that, you noticed Negan had Arat coming by the wive’s quarters more and more for seemingly unimportant tasks. More often than not, the pair had simply shot the breeze in his study, sipping whiskey and engaging in some witty banter. They would usually ask you to join them, much to your delight and embarrassment. When it was just the three of you, you learned Arat was a significantly different woman. In front of the other Saviors, she was fierce, tough and formidable. Determined and hardworking. Around the other men, she remained serious and stone faced, never once even cracking a smile. But when there was no one around, Arat proved to be a rather charming woman with an enticingly smug air about her. Truly, she was everything you aspired to be. You both admired and envied her for that. And though she was not one of Negan’s wives, it was no surprise that the Savior leader had proposed to her before. Many times. But Arat seemed to enjoy serving Negan in other, more useful ways. Being one of his top lieutenants certainly had it’s fair share of perks after all. 

Before the dead started walking, there were times when you fantasized about being with another women. Several occasions where you touched yourself to the mere thought and there were more than a few that had caught your eye. Unfortunately, besides a couple of raunchy drunken make out sessions with other equally curious friends in club bathrooms, you never got the opportunity to fully explore. And it wasn’t as though you weren’t currently surrounded by the other beautiful wives, some who perhaps shared in your desires as well. But Arat was different. And maybe it was because she was different, that drew you to her.

Keep reading

I am kinda disappointed in Samuel L Jackson, the xenophobic undertone he had toward the actor Daniel Kaluuya and other Black British actors was not necessary.

It is not a historical movie and every Black person living in the West is a victim of racism, England is no racial paradise.

y'all..,..,.,..,,,..theo is not part of the mccall pack. you can say it as many times as you want, but that won’t make it true. just because they’re allowing him to help does not mean he’s part of the pack. they’re desperate, and they need all the help they can get, so they’re letting him help. they’re not gonna accept him the second be tries to aid them. he helped them take down the ghost riders and they still didn’t welcome him into the pack. what makes you think they’d do it now? the guy’s been sleeping in his car, homeless. if he was part of the pack, they would not have allowed that. i understand why you want him to be accepted but the truth is, they have not accepted theo and i think there will still be some apprehension and distrust towards him the rest of the season. they have every right not to trust him tbh. y'all act like he’s some precious lil angel that deserves to be welcomed into the pack with open arms. but really, he’s not an angel, he’s selfish and he’s used to doing whatever it takes to survive. he’s gonna have to earn a place in the pack and honestly i don’t think he’s ever going to be fully accepted

You are, you are, all the wonder in the world

Request: College klance where Keith is like bullied or something in some way gets incredibly hurt and acts like nothing is wrong but it keeps getting worse and worse and Well my boy lance is super worried

Summary: Keith keeps getting hurt. And every time he does he insists the same thing: ‘I’m fine.’ ‘It’s nothing I swear, Lance.’ ‘I can handle this myself.’ But how many times is Lance supposed to accept the lie? Brush off his worries and patch up Keith’s wounds? How many times does he have left before Keith gets so hurt he can never stand back up again?

P.S. I finally discovered how to make words italic after two goddamn years on this website.

The first time, Lance let it drop. Chose to believe Keith’s words and bury his worry, whittle away the time until Keith was willing to talk. He wasn’t badly injured. Lance was safe to wait a while.

‘Hey, Keith? That you, babe? I thought you were gonna be back an hour..-‘ Lance paused, head hanging around the doorframe, eyes popped and mouth drawn wide. ‘-…ago..’

Keith was limping. One foot steady, the other hobbled, he inched his way through the door with a face like thunder and a greeting to match.

‘Don’t ask, not talking,’

‘..Okay,’ Lance sung, spinning his heels to follow Keith’s figure as it passed towards the bathroom. Lance’s eyebrows raised in question as he noticed the backpack usually slung haphazard across Keith’s back, now clutched tight to his chest, protected. ‘Well.. when you get done with whatever emo shit you’re doing in there, I’m ordering pizza,’

Keith’s voice clamoured around the clang of the door in the frame. ‘Not hungry - order without me,’

‘What?! Keith - you’ve been looking forwards to pizza night all week!’

‘Have not.. Still not talking, Lance,’

‘You said - and I quote - ‘I would die before I miss pizza night, these midterms are kicking my ass, and I need the cheesy sustenance to live’,’

A grinding crash echoed from the closed bathroom door, eliciting a yelp from Lance’s lips. Twisting the knob, he pushed into the room, eyes scanning the entrance in search of the source, and found to his horror, Keith splayed out on the floor in a pile of books, muddied beyond all saving or repair.

Keep reading

izabellestevens  asked:

Okay you know how everybody debates who will find out the other's true identity first, well what if Chloé finds out first. Not Marinette, Adrien, Alya or Nino, unlike most speculation. HOW DO YOU THINK THAT WOULD GO DOWN?! Because on one hand, that's "her" man. And she hates Marinette. BUT On the other hand, she loves ladybug....???!!!!!

Hey there!

So tbh, I’ve thought about this a few times before because I, too, wonder how Chloe will face the dilemma that she idolizes Ladybug and has been mean to Marinette the entire time. If her current pattern of behavior in the show is anything to go by, my feeling is that she would deny it hardcore at first.

(This ended up being a long meta about Chloe’s character so ready or not, here we go~)

Notice in Evillustrator, when Adrien tells her they think the akumatized villain is after her, she responds like this:

“No, everybody adores me!”

Then, in Antibug, when asked if she thinks someone might have a grudge on her, she responds the same way:

“Everybody loves me!”

At first glance, Chloe may seem like she’s just full of herself. I mean, so far, the show has depicted her as a rich, snobby, stuck-up brat, right?

But wait. Look closer at these moments.

She’s not simply just a ditsy girl with no brain. I think she knows. She’s aware that people don’t like her. In the first gif there from Dark Cupid, Sabrina gets hit by a dark!arrow and turns against her. Chloe doesn’t even retaliate. She groans in what I’d argue as unsurprised acceptance. In both Dark Cupid and Antibug, the behavior Chloe shows on the outside follows the haughty assumption that Sabrina worships her. She makes demands, claims “Impossible! Sabrina adores me!” – but ultimately, even when Sabrina does turn on her, she doesn’t show any surprise. It’s almost as if she knows deep down she deserves it.

There’s an interesting podcast I heard recently on This American Life about a Chinese girl who was forced to lie to her grandma about the doctor’s projected timeline of her life. (I promise this is related.) Her grandma’s sister was told the news that the grandma had 3 months left to live. As the closest relative, the sister was free to do whatever she wanted with that information so she chose to convince the entire family to keep it a secret. However, just in case she really ended up dying, they arranged for the narrator’s uncle to push his wedding up earlier. The entire time, the narrator was stressed because she wanted to tell her grandma something so important, and several times throughout the wedding, it felt very obvious that her grandma knew what they were up to. In the end, they managed to never bring it up or talk about it at all.

Her grandma ended up living much longer than 3 months. Why? Most likely, her grandma knew. She knew her time was short on Earth, but instead of being told straight up the 3 month estimate, she kept going on with her life as is.

There are also several stories out there as well about people who know they have some sort of sickness or disease, but just refuse and keep lying to themselves about it. Sometimes, it works out, sometimes it doesn’t. The point is, lying can often be used in a beneficial way, and I think Chloe understands and does this. She may put up a front and act like she thinks everyone likes her, but I’d argue that she knows the truth. Chloe isn’t out of touch with reality, but she denies and tell herself the things that help her remain strong (and powerful). As long as she believes people love her, despite what she knows the truth to be, she will remain happy, strong, and – who knows? maybe the lie will come true. In general, I think she’s a much stronger person internally and mentally than our first glance from the outside.

So back to how she’d react if she found out Ladybug’s identity first. I think she’d deny it in a similar vein she’s done previously, because the fact that she’s been an asshole to her idol, and that her idol probably hates her, isn’t going to sit well with her. She’ll lie to herself until she’s content with the idea that Mari/Ladybug doesn’t hate her as much as those annoyed groans and angry looks show she is. Everybody adores her! Chloe will cling onto these lies – at first.

But then, unlike the illness easing up for that narrator’s grandma from This American Life, Marinette isn’t going to forgive Chloe as easily. In Mari’s eyes, there’s no proof so far that Chloe has changed. But Chloe’s behavior in the shadow of these lies will soon catch up to her. Maybe her insecurity will leak out. Maybe she’ll push Ladybug’s nerves too far. Maybe she’ll do something incredibly nasty towards Marinette as a way of confirming her own lies. Either way, at some point, maybe Chloe will go too far (see @breeeliss‘s well thought out post on that here) and Mari will snap. It’ll be so terrible that Chloe herself can’t deny how badly she’s messed up. It will take a while, but eventually, I think Chloe will start to accept that she can’t lie to herself about this one. And from there, she’ll finally decide it’s time for a change.