aka working from home is only time i get shit done

They made him kill his horse.

(long story. TL;DR at the end)

This is a story that my grandfather liked to tell. It’s kind of long, and I can’t say if it’s true, but it seems to fit the very old and cantankerous guy I knew, who never, ever let a grudge go. I mean, in the 1980s and 90s, he would sometimes go and yell at Democratic candidates for office, because Woodrow Wilson had made him fight in WW1.

The story actually starts with that, kind of. You see, Grampa immigrated to the US early enough that the first election he could vote in, he voted for Teddy Roosevelt. Wilson won, though, and then he ran for reelection under the slogan “He Kept Us Out of the War.” Which seemed like a good platform, so my grandfather voted for Wilson. Few months after that, he got us into the war, and a few months after that, my grandfather was in the trenches somewhere in France.

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crppledgaywitchmagic  asked:

Neil and Andrew adopt a child. Not a baby because that's not who needs to be adopted the most a child who needed a second chance.

I have thought a lot about the idea of Dan and Matt calling Neil in to help them reach a troubled kid on their kid’s high school exy team and Andrew seeing a lot of himself and Neil in the kid and even though he never wanted kids wanting to help this one.

So, I was super excited to see this ask and this is probably going to be long.

  • Matt is a retired exy player and coaches his and Dan’s daughter’s high school exy team
  • And sometimes consults the Fox’s current coach (aka his gorgeous wife) for help
  • But there’s one girl on the team that Matt cannot reach no matter how hard he tries
  • Madison is this scrawny little fourteen year-old playing on a high school team with and against teens much bigger and older
  • And her and Matt and Dan’s daughter are the only girls on the team
  • Madison hardly talks and she’s usually all reserved off the court
  • But, on it, she gets into fights with guys twice her size and seems to angle for a red card every game
  • She can also go from reserved to screaming and swearing very fast and she’s gotten into verbal and physical fights in school hallways
  • She’s failing every single class she’s in because she doesn’t put in any effort
  • Matt keeps trying to talk to her and see how to help her
  • He tries so hard to make sure that she knows she can come to him if she needs help with anything, whether it is exy related or not
  • But it’s kind of like when he told Neil that he would help him with anything and Neil still tried to handle everything himself and insisted he was fine, even when he clearly was not

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Heat of the Moment - Part 1: Rebound

Characters: Reader (Y/N Padalecki), Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Cortesse (mentioned), A few nameless OCs

Pairing: Jensen x reader, Jared/sister!Reader

Warnings: Lots and lots of insults, talk of sex (very light), implied smut   

Word count: 1200ish

A/N: Andi aka @ellen-reincarnated1967 offered to write me another drabble for a series of hers I love, so I told her to pick one of five prompts but my overactive brain made a story of all five prompts. This is part one of a two part story.

2 out of 5 prompts are used in this one and they are bolded if you are curious.

Thanks a billion to @teenage-internet-recluse for betaing this for me on super short notice.


You weren’t entirely sure how you had ended up in this situation. Of course you knew you were going to see him. There was no way around it. He was your brother’s roommate, but you had come to hang out with your older brother because you missed him. Jared was only two years older than you and you had done everything together growing up.

You knew he lived with Jensen but you had thought you would only have to endure his best friend while you were at the apartment. You certainly hadn’t pictured yourself sitting in a bar filled with bimbos helping your brother pick out a rebound girl for his best friend, that was for sure. If you had thought that was how you would be spending your Saturday night you would have stayed in Austin.

You knew Jared wasn’t doing it on purpose, but it didn’t stop you wanting to kick his stupid face in every time he pointed in the direction of some blonde with her boobs hanging out.

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The definitive* guide of Robert spending money on Aaron

Here it is, a definitive list of things Robert has spent money on for Aaron, on Aaron or to be with Aaron. 

Some of the things in these categories are questionable (cough hitman cough) BUT on the positive side the most amount of money Rob’s spent was for good not evil. 😅 

This post got longer than i expected, it was fun so i hope you enjoy.

How can I spend more time with bae AKA the beginning

Scrapyard Investment -  The best money Robert has ever spent.  He was so smitten with Aaron after 2 fucks he was already breaking all his rules and handing over 10k to invest in whatever Adam & Aaron wanted, he didn’t even care what the business was £10,000

Hotel 1 - Let’s be honest this hotel was nothing special and Robert probably expensed it back to Home Farm Estates like the trash he is. But waking up together for the first time. The heart eyes. Robert in those tight black underpants. Money very well spent. £60

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Hotel 2 - Robert just wanted to spoil Aaron, rip his suit off and fuck him in a fancy hotel…if that’s not love i don’t know what is? Damn you Katie for ruining this night.  £250

Oh shit, I don’t want people to find out about bae AKA the affair continues

The Hitman - If you think I googled “how much does a hitman cost” you’d be right? Are the police going to break down my door in the middle of the night and arrest me? Probably. This plot is ridiculous let’s not dwell on it. £20,000 I guess

Cain’s blackmail - What started as Robert using the ridiculously random Cain & Chrissie kiss to blackmail Cain completely backfired, no thanks to Aaron who outed him and their affair. Not cool Aaron, not cool. So now the blackmailer is being blackmailed. But the lesson is never cross Cain Dingle or you’ll be paying for Vadam’s honeymoon £5000, The grain pit at Butlers  £15,000 and a holiday for Coira £2000.

Trying to do right by bae AKA the abuse sl

Sandra’s address - One day we’ll find out how Robert got all these dodgy contacts but for now I’ll just assume he used a PI. By finding Sandra’s address we got rejected park bench kiss, lake side declarations and Rob reunited Aaron with his long lost sister and gave us all Roblivion….Also my search history is getting interesting right now. £300

Bribing Ryan - What to do if you want to see justice done, Gordon locked up for his horrific crimes & your future mum in law is pestering you to make sure he gets sent down. If you’re Robert Sugden you bribe a local teen to lie about also being abused. Oh Robert, your heart was in the right place. The only hint at how much he paid Ryan was that it was the same amount as a fancy watch, so £5000

Bonus Bribing Ryan again - Leave my family alone, we never hear from you again + here have a delicious hummus and coriander sandwich. Mwahaha I’m an evil genius.  Never change Rob. £104.50

How can I prove to bae I love him AKA no one else comes close

Barcelona -  The first cancelled holiday and the the start of the Robron chill *cries*. Rob just wanted to celebrate his 30th birthday and spend some time with Aaron & be proper boyfriends and it’s beautiful. Flights + 2 nights in Barcelona £1000

France - The second cancelled holiday.  Robert being playful murmuring into his kiss with Aaron was the stuff of dreams. God bless you Maxine. Also i can kinda forgive Liv for ruining this holiday cause it gave us the quality content of Rob dangling from a tree. 2.5 weeks in Calais, hotel only £1400

Engagement ring - I would’ve paid money to to see the scene of Robert at the jewellers, being sassy to the sales assistant, demanding the best for the man he loves. I think I found a very similar platinum ring and as Vic days “it’s perfect” so can Aaron hurry up and put it back on his finger £2695

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Las Vegas - The third cancelled holiday.  First class flights, limo from the airport, helicopter over the Grand Canyon, Cirque du Soleil tickets, the works. Do you know how expensive first class tickets are? But Aaron deserved this big romantic gesture. I’m assuming they were staying for 5 nights + I gave him a 25% discount courtesy of Rebecca’s mate £11,250

The wedding - So perfect, so them, but as far as weddings go this was done on the cheap. Free venue. Free Decorations. Only thing paid for would have been finger food and drinks and we know the Dingles love a free drink so let’s say £1000

Appealing Aaron’s sentence - Robs face when he found out Aaron got 12 months breaks my heart every time, he was so determined to free his husband. A decent barrister is £300 per hour and it took 3 weeks for the appeal to come through. If only you worked a little faster unseen barrister person we may not be stuck in this hell plot £10,000

The Mill renovations - This includes fixing the damn dry rot I had to listen to Rakesh moan on about for months, the fire damage, doors without handles & drawers pure white, posh appliances, the Vespa chair and all the questionable artwork. I didn’t include flat 2 cause we don’t now what the deal is with that.   Let’s be real though Robert has great taste and the Mill is the best house in the village. £80,000

5 week honeymoon to Mauritius - Seriously Emmerdale now you let them go on a holiday? After Rob has cheated and Rebecca is pregnant and nobody actually wants them to go because we all just want Aaron to learn the truth as soon as possible. Yeah, fuck you Emmerdale, fuck you.  Flights + airbnb accommodation £4200

I’ve been an idiot, please don’t tell bae AKA the hell plot

Full disclosure this is the part where i become bitter at the writing regarding Robert’s money. 

Ross’ blackmail -  Ugh, just ugh at this whole plot point. In the end Robert only gave Ross half of of what he was blackmailed for and then crushed his taxi and destroyed his weed as payback so at least there’s that £2500

Mill Chairs - So this was the ep Aaron listed all the things Robert didn’t spend his money on ignoring basically everything i have listed above that he did spend it on. I mean Aaron didn’t want the chairs at the time but he sure seems to enjoy them now (see, told you i was bitter).  Also who knew ugly leather reclining chairs would be so expensive? £3500

Burnt money- Holy shit Robert just threw the briefcase into a fire barrel because Aaron told him to! I think this is what the kids call EXTRA. And the lesson is Robert loves Aaron more than money. OF COURSE HE DOES HAVE YOU BEEN PAYING ATTENTION. Lucky it was all saved (thanks cute fire extinguisher scene) except a couple of hundred . £100,000 £200

Bribing Jason - TBH I love protective Rob, his heart was in the right place (again) and let’s be real no one wanted to see Aaron hurt.  But he didn’t bribe Jason because he didn’t believe in Aaron so thanks for making this clear, it’s just THEY ARE SO IN LOVE still. WHEN ARE THEY BACK TOGETHER THE STRUGGLE IS REAL?!? £5000

GRAND TOTAL - £180,459.50

And here it is in handy excel spreadsheet converted into multiple currencies because i’m cool like that. 

*not at all definitive 

But consider this

I still have like two unfinished shidge fics so IDK if I ever will write this so here are my hcs for it

Your Obligatory Pidge is neighbors with Single Dad Shiro and his son Keith

-early 30s single dad Shiro and his son 5 year old Keith living in an apartment

-20s Pidge just moving next door

-awkward “Oh hey good morning!” followed by the “I made too much food would you like some?” nice moves pidge

-the “yeah sure thanks”

-the “Would you like to come inside?”

-the “let me go get my son”

-the omg he has a son?! He is married I have zero chances damn oh well time to hide my feelings in a dark void and be a good neighbor

- the “must be hard having children at a young age” followed by the explanation that shiro is in his 30s and Pidge laughing it off as a joke until he tells her he is serious and she is like HOW

-but also Shiro being busy with work and asking Pidge to take care of Keith for the night

-I’m guessing Pidge is into programming, tech stuff, freelancer so their time is pretty much at their control, although most of their freelance work comes from Altea Tech, their friend Hunk works there

-the Keith looking at Pidge’s photos hung on the the wall and seeing Pidge’s mom and asking “What are moms like??”

-Pidge realizing Keith never had a mom but yeah pidge has to say something “moms are nice, heartwarming. They take good care of you. Sometimes, they do scold you but that is because they love you and wants the very best for you.”

-”That sounds a lot like dad.”

-”Yep. Shiro is cool like that.”

-”Doesn’t that mean dad is twice as cool because he does both?” “Yeah. he is.”

-cue Pidge watching Lilo n Stich or maybe treasure planet with Keith and Keith falling asleep, Shiro getting home, thanking Pidge and carrying Keith back to his apartment

-Pidge hesitating because they may be intruding but then going with it saying Shiro is a very admirable and strong person as they are able to raise a wonderful son and also be amazing with their work

-Shiro being ???? then realizing that Pidge knows, probably from Keith, and then smiles and says thank you and good night before leaving

-Pidge closing their door and collapsing on the floor because how can shiro be this good-looking and perfect?! It is unfair, unjust

-Pidge meeting with Hunk to talk about their frustrations

-the “If he is single, then why don’t you just date him?!”

-”but what if he isn’t looking for someone and I end up ruining our good relations???”

-Also, previous neighbors the Sanchez, aka Kiddy Lance playing with Kiddy Keith with a really bad crush on Kiddy Keith because they thought Kiddie Keith was a girl, Curse u MULLET, and now they feel betrayed and confused af with their feelings somebody help these poor children u need to tell him it is ok to like boys pls

-by previous neighbors, I mean the Sanchez family  used to live in Pidge’s apartment, they saved enough money for a house so they moved to one, still in the neighborhood though

-Lance sleeping over because his parents had to do stuff (and by that I mean Lance crying like a baby because they miss Keith)

-Keith being all sparkly and excited and everything, Shiro is a happy dad

-Keith inviting PIDGE over, because Pidge and their movie collection are cool and not overrated and also because Keith wants Pidge to meet Lance

-because let’s face it, Shiro buys overrated movies, no time to go hunt the net for the good secret ones, but Pidge knows what is up

-the kid watching Brother Bear, Pidge brings popcorn and the kids swear they make the best popcorn

-Shiro falls asleep fast, poor dad needs rest, taking care of a 5 year old son and keeping up with work is a difficult job

-Keith swears he always does this in movie nights. Pidge drapes a blanket over shiro

-cue crying because Brother Bear is full of feels and shiro waking up because crying noises, note everyone is crying even Pidge 

-Shiro trying to not laugh at them, at pidge specifically, because Pidge cried watching brother bear, omg

-but Keith doesn’t know it is pidge he is laughing at and goes all defensive and like Brother Bear is an beautiful movie about ummmm…. brotherhood and bears, dad. You can’t laugh at brother bear when you slept on it.

-And Shiro just ruffling Keith’s hair saying yeah he is sorry and then looks at PIdge and winks (Pidge is internally and eternally screaming) as some form of I am sorry I laughed at you

-they finish the few remaining minutes of Brother bear and kids go to bed, Pidge goes back to their apartment

-Also Pidge, no car Pidge, bringing big bags when they go buy groceries coming down from buses and Shiro seeing that

-Shiro offering Pidge rides to the grocery store with him and Keith and Pidge saying yes because that would be a hell lot easier also GROCERY DATES

-Keith is in the cart obviously, Pidge is nice enough to make “vroom vroom” sounds for the kid, shiro never thought of that also they have dinner outside after this

-COOK DATES, aka Chef Dad Shiro, teaches Pidge some goddamn cooking because Pidge only knows how to cook pasta

-Shiro lowkey realizing he might be falling for Pidge but opting to just keep it to himself because Pidge is at their Prime, they can do anything in their 20s and well a single dad with a 5 year old kid isn’t exactly what people in their 20s are looking for (Joke is on you Shiro)

-Basically Shiro liking Pidge but considers his feelings something that will hold Pidge back so he doesn’t do anything about them

-How’s about daddy holt not going with non-binary and pidge being 100% done so they left their home at 18 bless matt for offering them a place to stay

-And how’s about some sad nights for Pidge because they remember daddy holt and they go drinking and moon viewing in the balcony

- cue accidentally breaking one of their pots and getting Shiro’s attention who hurries to their balcony because something just broke n they see pidge drunk in the moonlight

-the “Pidge are you okay? Is something wrong?”

-the “Oh hey Shiro. *hic*”

-the “You shouldn’t be here. You’re drunk, Pidge. It’s dangerous.” with the I am genuinely worried look

-the “tis fine. I’m perfectly fine.”

-the “Is something bothering you? Would you like to talk to me about it? I mean, if you are okay with it.”

-the SMILE in the glistening moonlight of pidge

-the arms stretching “You’re right shiro. I shouldn’t be here like this. I should hit the sheets. Good night.” before leaving

-the morning with the holy shit this HANGOVER and the need to go to the convenience store only to find a bag of Hangover coping drinks and meds on your door’s handle with the message:

“You’ll need these. Take Care,” -Shiro



-after the movie keith is like I am Nemo Papa is Merlin nemo’s papa and Pidge is dory

City of Stars

A/N Hey there! So wth Dragobete (AKA Romainian Valentines day) coming up, for some reason it has got me in a mood to write a few love stories to get everyone else in a lovey mood. So I was listeing to the La La Land musical? movie sound track (which I am in love with) and I decided to write a Lucifer Morningstar x Reader Imagine bassed off of two (well really one) of the songs which you can listen to here and here Hope you enjoy!

Pairings/ Characters: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Warnings: Nothing fam enjoy your fluff :)

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From the momment he saw her walk into Lux, Lucifer knew that there was something there. He felt, what he had heard humans refer to as a spark. Y/N was undeniably beautiful, though not in the traditional sense. She had a more artistic and precise beauty to her. And her voice sounded like the most beautiful musical instrument, soft and gentle. She had walked into Lux, her Y/H/C hair braided in a loose side braid, and a simple knee lenght dress. Compared to the rest of her friends, who dressed in attire Lucifer was all to familer with, Y/N stuck out like a sore thumb.

 Lucifer’s attention was immediatly drawn to her. He waved off the two women who has been fawning over him and made his way accross the loud club. As her friends left to get drinks, Lucifer alked up to her, his heart suddenly beating a million times faster. 

“Well hello there,” Lucifer said, “What may be your name, love?

“Oh hi,” she replied. “Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N. And you?”

“Lucifer Morningstar,” He replied. He glanced at the bar where her friends at gone, only to find them not there. Rather they were having the time of their lives with some random men on the dance floor.

“’Would you like to dance with me?” Lucifer blurted out. He quickly regained his compossure when he saw her shocked reaction. “I only meant.. well you’re alone here. Clubs like this are no fun when you’re alone.”

“Oh I m not alone, I am here with a couple of friends,” Y/N started. “They just went over there to…” She said point o the bar. She stopped when she realized they wern’t there. “Oh… well they are here. Somewhere. I don’t intend on staying.”

“Oh come one Y/N,” Lucifer said. He brought his arm arund her back and rested his hand on her shoulder gently guiding her to the dance floor. He pointed at her freinds. “Your friends are having the time of their life by the looks of it. Come on, just give me five minuetes to change your mind. Then you can decide?” he outstretched his hand, hoping she would take it.

Y/N thought for a second, looking at her friends as they laughed and smiled, dancing with men and women that they didn’t even know. And they were having the time of their lives. She smiled softly and took Lucifers hand.

“Fine but only 5 mineutes.” Y/N said.

“Works for me,” Lucifer said as he guided her to the floor.

Even though it was only supposed to be just 5 minetes , it quickly turned into 10. Then 30. Then 1 hour. As time went by Lucifer and Y/N lost count of how long they danced and talked and laughed. By the time they had finished, mainly out of exhaustion, a good bulk of the crowd including Y/N’s friends had gone home for the evening. 

“So, you’re a Jazz player then?” Lucifer asked her as she took another sip of her water. 

“Yep,” Y/N replied. “I have loved Jazz from the momment my father who by the way played trumpet at a local Jazz club, introduced me to it. I just sort of fell in love with it. The smoothness and the feel of it. Everything about it.”

“I see.” Lucifer said. “So you play trumpet as well I assume?”

“No. Actually I play piano.” Y/N replied. “My mouth is apparently to small to play trumpet. But thats okay. I always prefered Piano anyways.” She tookanother drink of her water.

“So what about you, Mr. Morningstar. Is this all you do?” Y/N asked gesturing to the night club around them.

“No,” Lucifer said. “Actually I work with the LAPD. I am a civilian consultent.”

“Hmm, sounds interesting.” Y/N replied. “Have you caught lots of crimminals?”

“Yes and punished them accordingly.” Lucifer said proudly.

“Ok, I’m going to assume that means you just put them behind bars.” Y/N said. She glanced at her smal watch and almost jumped out of her seat.

“Oh shit! Is it really 3 AM?” Y/N exclaimed. She got up quickly and finished her water. “I’ve got to get home. I have an audition in 6 hours. It was lovely meeting you, Lucifer.”

“Agreed, we should do this again.” Lucifer said with a small smile. 

Y/N blushed softly. She then took out a small piece of paper and wrote down her number and handed it to him. “Whenever convient, give me a call.” she said with a small. The she ran out of the doors of Lux, leaving Lucifers heart soaring.

He sighed contently and had a few of his workers close up Lux as he made his way up to the penthouse. He leaned over the railing of the balcomny and stared into the night sky, which was only illuminated by stars. He stared at the small paper in his hands, a small smile playing at his lips.

Here in his hands, he had a chance at something. Something meaningful and perhaps even wonderful. However he was not a fan of heart break and wasn’t exactly boyfriend material. So why bother? Why was he still holding on to her number when he could easily let it go and move on with his life.

He lookd up to the city and began to whistle to him self, playing with the paper in his hands. Looking put to the city, he sang to himself:

“City of stars

Are you shining just for me?

City of stars

There is so much that I can’t see

Who knows?

Is this the start of something wonerful and new?

Or one more dream that I can not make true?”

He looked at her number and decided she was worth the risk. He entered her number into his phone, sent her a quick text and allowed the wind to take the small paper out of his hands and into the Los Angeles skyline.


That was a year ago. Since then Y/N and Lucifer’s love had deepened and truely sprouted into something wonderful and new. Y/N life had never been better after Lucifer had texted her that night asking when she would be able to see him again.

 Her heart felt like it was soaring high above everyone and everything else, as if nothing to take down this love. Date after date, night after, her and Lucifer grew into something far more deeper and intimate than just love. There was something else there. Something neither of them could pin.

By the time they had been dating for 8 months, Y/N had asked Lucifer who he really was, as she didn’t really believe any parent would name their son Lucifer. And he had trusted her. Enough to show her his true form. And although the initial shock had taken time to get over and understand, it didn’tchange the way Y/N felt about him.

 Lucifer also revealed hat Mazikeen, his bartebder who goes by Maze was actually a demon and Ammenadiel was his brother and an angel. And Charlotte Richards, an attoerny Y/N disliked heavily was actually lucifers mother AKA the mother of all creation. And yet. she had taken all of this infomation in rather well. After that, there was a whole new level of trust between them. One that would be hard to break and even harder to mend if broken.

Y/N walked into Lux, her music bag slung over her shoulder and her Y/H/C hair up in a messy bun. Maze was cleaning the counter behind the bar. Y/N approached her, setting her bag in one of the chairs. 

“Hey Maze,” Y/N greated. “Didn’t expect to see you here. I thpoight you had moved in with Chole last month?”

“I did. Just felt like coming back. Couldn’t stand being around that tiny human any longer.” Maze replied. Y/N nodded, sensing Maze’s dislike for children.

“Oh, Lucifer asked you to meet him in the penthouse. Said he needed to show you something up there.” Maze informed her. 

Y/N was slightly confused but went along with it. She picked up her music bag and began making her way up to the penthouse, bidding Maze goodbye as she did so.

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With a pleasent ding the elevator opened, revealing Lucifer sitting at his piano playing a lovely tune. Y/N smiled and watched him for a second. She had always loved watching him play. He just seemed so at peace with everything around him, as if the rest of the world just faded away.

Y/N walked up to him and wraped her arms around his waist and rested her chin on his shoulder as he continued to play. She gave him a soft kiss on the cheek and watched his hands dance on the piano keys.

“I haven’t heard that one before.” Y/N said.

“That’s because I have been writting it for you,” Lucifer replied. Y/N raised her eyebrow. She slid next him on the piano bench at the high end.

“Show me then,” Y/N asked.

“Well I’m not done yet love,” Lucifer Morningstar. 

“Then I’ll help you finish it.” Y/N told him. Lucifer smiled and began to play the tune again. 

“City of stars

Are you shing just for me? 

City of stars

There’s so much that I can’t see

Who knows?

I felt it from the first embrace I shared with you” Lucifer sang stopping on a high, as if to invite her to play. Y/N didnt deny the invitation and began to play on the high end.

“That now our dreams they’ve finally come true.

City of stars 

Just one thing everybody wants

There in the bars

And through the smoke screens of the 

Crowded resturants

It’s love

Yes all we’re looking for is love

From someone else.” Y/n looked to Lucifer, letting him know it was his turn to sing.

“A rush,” He sang

‘A glance,” She countered

‘A touch” 

‘A dance”  They both shared a looked as they played a little louder and cresendoded into the next verse as Lucifers vocals took over, with Y/N joing in where she could..

‘A look in sombody’s eyes

To light up the skies

To open the world and send it reeling

A voice that says I’ll be here and you’ll be alright

I don’t care if I know 

Just where I will go 

Cause all that I need is this crazy feeling

A rat-tat-tat on my heart.” They finished together. 

“Think I wanted to stay,” Lucifer sang as he went back to the original begining melody, Y/N getting off the piano to let him finish it out.

City of stars

Are you shining just for me?

City of stars” He sang as he added a trill to the higher note, giving her the last word. Y/N smiled and looked him the eye. 

“You’ve never shined so brightly.” Y/N finished softly.

Lucifer finished the song and looked at her. “So? Did you like it?”

“I loved it,” Y/N said. Lucifer leaned in and stole a soft but passionate kiss.

“Happy anniversary love,” He said.

‘Happy anniversary Lucifer.”

anonymous asked:

k so there's this Nasty blog i found that says a lot of stuff about aphrodite 'striking down het guys who pretend to be lesbians' (aka trans lesbians) so... got any headcanons of aphrodite supporting her trans daughters piper/drew/etc?

I’VE SEEN THAT BLOG >:0 it makes me so angry!!!!! te/rfs aint worth shit, my friend, trust me. lesbians love women, ter/fs hate women … my only conclusion is that ter/fs are the fake lesbians, not beautiful incredible trans women and trans girls. i recommend following @translesbianaphrodite! they’re nearing their follower goal and their blog is just lovely! they post all kinds of positivity, mostly at sapphic ppl, especially of the trans/not cis variety! (and they are a hellenic polytheist like yours truly!) send them some nice messages too, if you’d like, they certainly deserve them! 

anyways, on to the Good Stuff ™ 


- Drew Tanaka knew she was trans from basically birth. She was born, heard the doctor say “congratulations, it’s a boy!” and smacked the midwife over the-

Just kidding. But, really, from a very young age, she knew she was a girl. And we all know how Drew is - she doesn’t take no for an answer and she does not like being told she’s wrong. Her mama (not Aphrodite, other mama) has the obligatory few moments of “wow my son is really girly haha” before realizing “oh shit my son is actually a girl. uh. daughter i mean” and so she prays to Aphrodite, who she loved and who loved her. She asks Aphrodite what she can do to help her daughter. And Aphrodite like.. just shows up, says “Okay, check this out” and walks over to Drew. 

“Hey pretty girl!” Aphrodite greets her. “Do you know me?”

And Drew pauses from scratching her nose for a few seconds to look at the goddess Aphrodite. “You’re my mom, duh.”

And Aphrodite laughs. “I sure am. I don’t often get the time to check up on my babies, but I wanted to see how my little girl was doing.”

“I’m okay, I guess.” Drew shrugs. “I’m playing trucks, which is alright. People don’t know this, but the red one goes way faster.”

“I’ll bet it does. Red is one of my favorite colors.”

Drew brightens up a little, pushes her short, straight hair out of her eyes to look up at her mother. “It’s mine too! I guess that’s why you’re my mom.”

When Drew turns away to grab more of her toys to show her mom, Aphrodite turns to Mama Tanaka and gestures. ‘Just like that,’ she mouths. And Mama Tanaka understands.


This continues for some time, Mama not understanding exactly what Drew needs. It took her a long, long time just to accept that she herself enjoyed the ‘company’ of other women - this trans stuff is hard to get used to. Not for a moment does she ever make that Drew’s problem. When Drew doesn’t want to change her name (”What do you mean? Drew is a girl’s name because I’m a girl. Do you think it’s a boy’s name?” “Of course not, pumpkin.”), when Drew wants her nails painted a different color every nail, when Drew wants her hair done up in pigtails even though it’s still too short…. Mama never makes it Drew’s problem. She and Drew work together to find a solution, and Mama works to understand Drew.

When Drew comes home from school talking about a ‘pretty girl i’m gonna marry one day’, Mama isn’t sure what to think. This should be one of the easier once, since it’s something she’s quite used to feeling too, but she wishes she could call on Aphrodite every time something happened. Parenting was hard. She never, ever wanted to hurt Drew. So she calls on Aphrodite through the ways she knows how; memory.

Like Aphrodite did so long ago, Mama takes it in stride, smiles reassuringly. “Is that so? Is she very pretty?” (”The prettiest!”)

Mama does this every time something like this happens. Every time a kid at school says something cruel, or Drew gets another crush, or her daughter picks up a new interest, or anything at all, Mama smiles and pets her hair and encourages her. She doesn’t make a big deal out of things, doesn’t ask accusatory questions. She’s gentle like sea foam on sand, like a breeze that shakes the flame of a candle but does not blow it out. She becomes that which reminds her of the lover she once had, the lover that gave her her beloved daughter, her Drew.


i just know that if i keep writing this is going to end up 100k words so uh…. i’ll keep working on it privately and maybe post it on ao3 because i am yelling and i didnt realize this was something i loved this much omg… thank you for sending the ask! - mod will

The Cockpit

AKA the short story included at the end of special Waterstones copies of Broken Homes, which most of the RoL fandom don’t have access to. I happen to have a copy of that edition, and (seeing as how it’s impossible for the majority of the fandom to access it in any other way) have typed it all up below. Please enjoy, let me know if there are any typos, and note that I do not own copyright etc to the following:

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On Gal Gadot and Anti-Semitism AKA stop doing the thing internet

The new fun internet game of everybody suddenly gives a shit about anti-semitism until an Israeli woman is in a major Hollywood movie has been super fun for me. Like y’all care SO MUCH about Chris Evans playing an Israeli dude or Marvel’s shenanigans with Captain America and Magneto but jeez have an actual Israeli in a big movie and watch the shitheads crawl out of the wood work

(To some people who I discussed the matter with politely ur fine, this is not aimed at you I’m just getting pissed off)

So did you know Israel faces actual terrorist attacks kind of on the regular? I wish I had taken pictures of when I was last in Israel and you can be walking down a lovely little street and turn the corner and see literal fucking rubble? Like newsflash the IDF also fights actual terrorism because oh hey there are literal fucking terrorists in that region who attack them (Have you heard of ISIS or Hamas? Where do you think they live? And guess what they want to do with Jews?) I’m not saying every military action they are doing is good shit but there is a legit reason for their existence and for Israelis to support them. And btw every Israeli has to serve 2 years with the IDF in some fashion it’s a law there. She made some comments supporting actions against Hamas because oh hey they are literally terrorists. 

Another Newsflash: Israelis do not need to be held responsible for every action taken by a problematic government and holding them accountable makes you a piece of shit. 

By that logic I guess we gotta hold Jackie Chan accountable for that shit with Taiwan or hold actors from Africa responsible for the that shit with Rwanda. And now all German actors are responsible for the fucking Holocaust while we’re at it. And now All Americans Are Responsible for Trump. If that sounds unreasonable to you than shut the fuck up about Gal Gadot. Also, unless you’re Jewish or Muslim I really don’t think you have a right to an opinion on this matter.

Oh and here’s what she actually said “I am sending my love and prayers to my fellow Israeli citizens. Especially to all the boys and girls who are risking their lives protecting my country against the horrific acts conducted by Hamas, who are hiding like cowards behind women and children…We shall overcome!!! Shabbat Shalom! #weareright #freegazafromhamas #stopterror #coexistance #loveidf”” I highlighted some of it just so you actually look at what she’s saying. If it offends you when Gal Gadot talks about overcoming a terrorist group I hope you get real mad everytime somebody says fuck ISIS

And btw if you want to hold soldiers accountable for the actions of their organizers hey have you heard about EVERY SHITTY THING AMERICA HAS DONE SINCE 2001? Or how about just recently when the US bombed the shit out of Syria? I hope next memorial day you get mad at everybody who says they love our troops because that is about what her sentiments amount to. If you are only hating Israel for shit that other countries have done and worse you’re a piece of shit and antisemitic to boot. Also Gal Gadot wasn’t a soldier she served as a combat trainer.

I will say again if you are Muslim, a lot of this doesn’t apply to you because you are the one group that gets to be mad pretty much no matter what. There is some deeply ingrained islamaphobia in religious Jewish communities the way there is a lot of antisemitism in Muslim communities and we gotta work on our shit but if you want to hate the IDF over Gaza or whatever, you’re entitled.

I’m not gonna say Israel is great all the time but how dare you criticize a woman for loving her country if you’re running around saying god bless America right now. That is her home and it might have a fucked up government but with our current rotted pumpkin president I really don’t feel we are in a place to judge her for loving her country or her troops. I believe in America we would call that ‘patriotism’ and if you have a problem with that than you can go to hell. In the age of Neo Nazis being A Thing again, JCC’s getting bomb threats, Jewish cemeteries being desecrated, and swastikas being painted on synagogues you bet your ass I’m going to support this Jewish Israeli woman in this big budget film. I’m going to see Wonder Woman 30 times, and I hope it makes a trillion dollars.
Shalom motherfuckers.

To breathe the fire we was born in

Summary: Filling the prompt “Smut or rather smut with feelings where Jughead wants to have sex with Betty while they look at themselves in the mirror, but she’s feeling insecure about watching herself. He persuades her to do it, because watching her come is the hottest thing he has ever seen and he wants her to see that too.” Also turned into fluff and domestic/vacation/future!bughead. Also Dom!Jug cause that’s just how I roll.

A/N: Soundtrack to this fic is (obviously, as you will see) Springsteen’s “Born to Run” album, specifically the A side, but really you should just listen to all of it.Title’s from “Backstreets” off that same album.

Word Count: 3,026

Rating: E (aka smutty smut smut below the jump)


It’s their last night in the little log cabin in the mountains. From her seat on the porch step, Betty watches as the watercolour sunset melts away, only to be replaced by a circus troupe of lightning bugs.  She stretches out and crosses her legs, brown and bare under a loose dress, and leans back on her hands. Dried dirt falls off her toes in clouds of dust from where she’d tiptoed through the mud in search of cattail stalks and garlic mustard for their salad earlier.

The screen door behind her bangs shut and she tilts her head back to watch, upside down, as her boyfriend hands her a glass of wine and comes to sit beside her.

She shuffles closer to rest her head on his shoulder and slips her arm through his. The night air is still muggy, so the skin of his shoulder is damp where it comes out of the strap of his white tank top.

“I’m not ready to go home.”

“Me either.”

“Are you sure we have to go back?”

“I got no less than five texts from Archie yesterday about what a little monster Scout is being. I normally don’t get that many texts from him in a week.”

Betty laughs. “I got some from Veronica too. In retrospect, we probably shouldn’t have left a fifty pound sheepdog puppy with a guy who forgets to feed himself sometimes and a girl who thinks dogs should fit in purses so you can carry them on the subway.”

“Yeah well, you live and you learn. But that’s tomorrow’s problem.” Jughead turns and kisses Betty’s hair before resting his cheek on her head. “Tonight, the real world doesn’t exist. I have twelve more hours of having you all to myself.”

“Plus the two and half hours back to Riverdale and then three more home.”

“You’re sure we have to have lunch with your mother?”

“Stop it,” Betty nudges him with the elbow looped through his. “Mom’s really excited. And we haven’t been home since Polly’s wedding.”

“I know.” Jughead releases a long-suffering sigh. “I’m just not looking forward to more pointed comments about you busting your ass and your earning potential and the ‘instability of artistic careers.’ I know you’re basically supporting me and this relationship isn’t fifty fifty right now, but—”

“The book will sell, Jug.”

“Yeah. And maybe I’ll get lucky and there’ll be an email from my agent waiting for me.”

“Hey, we said no email-checking on this trip.”

“I’ll wait till we’re within the town limits. Then if there’s nothing, I’ll have at most five minutes to be disappointed before Alice Cooper commandeers all my brain cells.”

Betty smiles up at him, the corner of her lips curving down. “C’mere.”

Jughead tilts his head down toward her and she captures his lips in a kiss. Neither makes a move to deepen it, so it’s sweet, smouldering with the promise of things both past and to come. She sighs when she lets go and when she opens her eyes, Jughead’s are still closed, a dreamy smile on his face. More than ten years and, still, she feels that sweet ache in her chest whenever she looks at him. She lifts her glass and it catches the light, reflecting the facets of the new weight on her left hand.

“Now then, if this is to be our last night in Eden, I want you to dance with me.” Their cabin had come with a turntable and a collection of classic rock vinyls that had caused JB to text her a disturbingly long string of emojis when Betty sent her a photo a couple of days ago. When Jughead refilled their wine just now, he put on Springsteen’s “Born to Run” album, and so the music floats out the window on the evening breeze.

He opens his eyes and squints at her. “Only because it’s our last night.” Then he kisses her on the tip of the nose and pulls her to her feet.

After a minute or two of awkward shuffling, they find a rhythm, barefoot on the bare dirt. Her nails scratch at the nape of his neck and his thumb sweeps across the back of her hand where he holds it.

By the third track, Jughead gets into it, twirling her and dipping her with a skill that she knows he has, but that always surprises her when it emerges. He swallows her laugh in a kiss while she’s bent back, then he launches her forward, catching her against his chest and hugging her tight. Eventually, they settle into a gentle sway, her face in his neck and his arm wrapped around the small of her back, fingers brushing the space between her hip bone and her ribs.

Their mellow rocking lulls her into a trance so that she doesn’t even notice when the music stops. But Jughead breaks it with a husky whisper in her ear: “Have you thought any more about my idea?”

She rubs her cheek on his shoulder before looking up at him. “Yeah, but I’m just not sure about…um, about it.”

“Well, not to put any pressure on you, but we are running out of time.”

She murmurs, “Mhm.”

“And, you know, we’ve done much kinkier shit than this. I seem to recall a certain favourite Hitchcock blonde of mine in a leather get up in a hotel in San Francisco”

“I know, but it’s not that.”

“What is it then, baby?”

“It’s just…Mom’s not wrong when she says I’m working all the time. I can’t remember the last time I went to the gym and we’ve been eating so much take out lately. Some of my shorts are feeling a little snug.”

He pulls back and raises his eyebrows at her. “Really? That’s what you’re worried about, that your ass will look fat? I’ll have you know I stare at that ass every day and every day it just looks better and better.”

She sighs. That’s not what she means. “You may have a slightly biased opinion.”

“So? Plus,” he pauses to drop a kiss on her shoulder. “You don’t even have to see it. I want you to watch yourself, that means face front.”

It’s not exactly about her ass, but the morning after they’d arrived she had caught him looking back and forth between it, where she stood in her panties and one of his t shirts in the bathroom brushing her teeth, and the antique standing mirror in the corner of the bedroom. It’s an ostentatious thing. Ornate and clunky with carved supports and lions’ paws for feet.

She spit and came to stand in the doorway. “What are you looking at, Jug?”

He smiled at her sleepily from the bed. “You, beautiful.”

Betty rolled her eyes and jumped on the bed so she landed beside him on her stomach. “And?”

“I was just thinking of how handy this mirror here is going to be.”

“Yeah, what for?”

He turned dark eyes on her and his voice dropped an octave. “Fucking you while you watch.”

Betty felt all the blood rush to her face. “Jughead!”

“What? Doesn’t that sound hot? I can’t think of anything better. We can put on a show for all the ghosts that must haunt this place.”

“What kind of ghosts haunt vacation cabins in the Adirondacks?”

“The kind of repressed nineteenth century ones that lived here before it was a vacation cabin.”

“So you want to spook the spooks with our crazy sex life?”


She kissed him before bouncing back out of the bed. “I’ll think about it if you get up and brush your teeth. I want to go on that hike.”

He caught her around the waist and pulled her back. “But I want to stay in bed and ravish you until it’s dark again.”

“There’s one flaw in your plan. There’s no food up here.”

While he contemplated solutions to that problem, she escaped his grasp and thundered down the stairs, mind whirring with the visual he’d planted there.

He’s still slowly spinning them to the sonata of the bullfrogs and the crickets. She knows he can tell her resolve is wavering. Because she does want to. Anything he suggests in that tone and she’s a goner, molten heat lapping at her stomach.

“Come on, Betts”

“I don’t know, Juggie”

“I’ll do five things on your list.”

“You really want it?”

And she does trust him completely, trusts him to love her and to not see the extra ten pounds where they’ve settled on her hips. It’s her own gaze she’s afraid of.

Somehow, in the course of their dancing, he’s snuck a thigh between hers and he pulls her against him in just the right way. His voice is rough, scratchy.

“Think about it, Betty. You, naked in my lap riding me. Your tits bouncing—”

“My thighs jiggling.”

He pinches her hip before continuing. “The contrast of your skin again mine. Watching yourself fall apart. I love you. You coming is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I want you to know how glorious you are.”

With her back to the house, his eyes are lambent in the porch light. They hold the answers to all of her questions. And they hold the promise that’s sustained her since she was a teenager, frightened and angry but never again alone.

So, she nods against his neck and presses a kisses to his jawline. She feels the muscles move as he smiles and the burst of joy in her chest is like unlocking a door and stepping through to the sunlight. She breathes deeply, thankful in the knowledge that he’ll once again help her to conquer her fears.

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Originally posted by nnochu

“I get the feeling she doesn’t like you, dude.”

genre: angst (debatable), fluff (also debatable)

word count: 2.2k

summary: Jungkook aka the most well known fuckboi amongst K-Celebs shared a kiss with you and wouldn’t stop appearing in your life since then. 

Jungkook had quite the reputation aka he was the number one fuckboi. Most idols had heard the rumours and seen the various attempts at covering up the hickies on his neck, that were created by someone new everyday. His next target was me. Why did I always seem to get involved in shit like this? First dating rumours with JB? Now Jungkook, aka biggest fuckboi I know, wants to sleep with me? Hell no, I want a stable and calm career, no drama, please?

“Where are we going today?” I asked my manager as I got into the car. “Music video set for BTS.” she smiled as she started to drive towards the set. “How many days is this gonna take?” “2-3. Here’s the ‘script’ kinda thing. Since it’s a music video it doesn’t really have lines but that’s the structure.” she said as stopped at the red light. “Kiss scene?” I said, almost screaming. “I’ve been involved in so many things already and now a kiss scene? With who?” “I don’t know yet.”

“Hello, I’m ___ ___. I will be the actress in the MV today.” I smiled as I introduced myself to the well known faces. “It’s nice of you to be working with us, we heard you were very busy, preparing for your music debut.” Namjoon said as he gave me his infamous simple smile. “No, it’s my pleasure to be here. I’m quite the fan.” I told him before manager called for it. “___? Are you hungry?” “Yeah, I haven’t eaten.” I told her as I walked towards her, hovering over a shoulder. “I’ll order something for you to eat. Go get ready for the shoot.” “Thanks.” I told her as walked towards the makeup artists. “You haven’t eaten?” a voice asked me as I took a seat. “No, but that’s normal for me.” I said, turning towards the owner of the voice. “That can’t be good,” he laughed. “Jungkook by the way.” he said as he held out his hand, clearly expecting me to shake it. “___, but you already knew that.” I smiled as I reached for his hand. -

“I’m hungry!” I half  “That’s your problem!” “You said you would buy me food!” “When we get to the bowling alley!”“So, did you actually date JB or was that another stupid rumour?” he chuckled as he was forced to shut his eyes for his eyeshadow. “I don’t even know the guy, Yugyeom sure, he’s my close friend, but JB? I don’t even know how the rumour came about.” I sighed as my hair was being styled.

“I’m surprised I haven’t been in a rumour with someone, not that I want to be. But I thought I would’ve with the amount of shit I do.” he chuckled as he turned back to look at me. “Trust me, even though you’re not involved in a mass rumour, there are some that exist about you amongst us celebs.” I smiled mischievously, “Like what?” “That’s for me to know, and you to find out.”

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Sanctuary // Veronica

Summary: Archie and his sister were always close growing up during the tragic summer with the murder and Grundy things changed. You became forgotten by your brother and friends which made bullying easier to happen by Reggie. Next thing you know the new girl stands up for you and you become close. Will Archie ever see the pain he’s caused?

Characters: Veronica x Andrews!Reader, Reggie Mantle, Archie Andrews, Fred Andrews, Jughead Jones (mentioned), Kevin Keller (mentioned), and Betty Cooper

Words: 1933

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters.

Warnings: Swearing, bullying, angst, bad brother!Archie, physical fighting, and protective Fred Andrews

Author: Caitsy

Tagging: At the bottom

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Originally posted by veronicx-lodge

Archie and you had always been close growing up given you were the surprise child with only nine months between you two. People usually fought when someone explained that Archie and you were not twins but born with nine months apart, you were aware that it was impossible for that to be true but not when you were born two months earlier that you were supposed to. With the small age gap between you two that meant you were in the same grade and as your mom used to call you guys…you were grade twins. You and Archie couldn’t be more different as you were the shy one with a bullying problem that your brother wasn’t aware of. He no longer looked out for you ever since the summer and you could live through this pain.

“Little Archie.” Reggie Mantle said, “How’s the stupid one?”

In the middle of the hallway Reggie began to cut into you with little care for a number of reasons such as his jealously to brothers. While he loomed over you the people milling around the hallway went around you like you were statues in museums that were forced to attend. Nobody noticed what was going on.

“Please leave me alone.” You whimpered.

“How about-”

“Hey, Mr. Football cliche?” A new voice joined both Reggie and you.

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The Ceramic Cat

Raphael (2014/16) x Reader

Notes: ‘Course babe! Thanks for requesting!!

[Y/Fa/N] = Your Fake Name, aka your disguise

Prompt: “Can I request a shy reader x Raph?” @samaxraph99

Word count: 1111

Warnings: Swearing

Disclaimer: I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3

It was your first ‘undercover mission’ with the ninjas, April and Casey, and you were terrified. What if you screwed up? What if one of your friends got hurt? It would be your fault.

The reason you were picked for the task of breaking into a secret service; was because your father owned the place, and you knew it like the back of your hand.

It was a grand estate, and you had been working with your dad in a tiny filing cupboard, and hardly anybody noticed you.

You mainly filed his taxes and reports, but one caught your eye. It was all about the masked vigilante terrapins that roamed New York City. No one batted an eyelid when you excused yourself for the day.

Why? Because you were as shy as a mouse.

Even around your friends, you hardly spoke a word, and when you did it was usual drowned out by the others’ yelling.

But because the brother’s worried about you so much, they insisted you wore a disguise, and the disguise was to dress like a sophisticated secretary for the new opening for the assistant manager. The same assistant manager who picked on you and made you feel like shit most of the time.

You got the job that morning, and a new access-all-areas badge. This was new. You thought you had a badge exactly like this, but the more Richard (the assistant manager) told you, the more you realized your darling father kept his fair share of secrets from you. And the more you realized you hated the ceramic bobble-head cat on Richard’s desk.

The guys assured you that you would be safe, and they were never far behind. It was around 11PM, and you were still dressed in the same outfit as before. But this time, you were a lot more on edge. Why? Because the brothers, April and Casey were watching you from the security room on the cameras.

All you had to do was get to Richard’s office on the 19th floor and input the memory stick Donnie had given you containing a virus that would scan and delete all files to do with him and his brothers. 

Raphael was very protective of you, and disagreed with you going into this by yourself, insisting that April would be better suited. From the look you gave him, he realized that he just completely insulted you and your acting skills, but he wasn’t about to let his best friend walk into a supposed face of danger.

You persisted that you go ahead with it; you wanted to show your worth to the team. As you entered the room, Raph watched on the cameras your whole personality switch.

Gone was the shy and timid character, replaced with someone of charm and grace and strength.

You were the embodiment of who you’d always wanted to be, and he couldn’t be more proud of you.

He watched with anticipation as you scanned your card freely, your heels clicking against the tiled floor of the quiet room. It was all going smoothly, only a few security guards looking at you (but mainly to check out how amazing you looked in that black pencil skirt), but then who decided to show up? Richard. Heading straight out of his office and towards you.

You tried to move out of the way, press against the wall to sort of camouflage yourself against the bright red wall. Surprisingly, it didn’t work, and he grinned widely at you, making a beeline towards your now deflated posture.

“Good evening, Mr. Bold.” Your smile was tight as you looked from Richard’s face to the camera and back again.

“Evenin’, [Y/Fa/N], beautiful night, right?” he rested his hand against the wall next to your head, motioning to the skylight above.

“Yeah, real pretty. Hey, I think I left some stuff in your office I’m just going to go-”

“I’ll come with,” he held his arm out, pointing towards the way as you nodded, eyebrows risen.

Raph was watching with a frown on his face, yelling to Leo about how they couldn’t let you go with that slimy jerk. Leo told him to pipe down, whilst Raph clenched his fists tightly, pacing whilst stepping over the knocked out guards on the floor.

He should be protecting you, not letting you walk into jeopardy. And that was exactly what was happening when he turned back to look at the screen and Richard had a gun to your head. 

You didn’t know how you got into this situation, but you had walked in first, and when you turned back around, the cold metal of a pistol was against you’re forehead and your body against the desk, there was no where to go.

“I knew there were somethin’ fishy about you, [Y/Fa/N], when you got here this mornin’. Did some diggin’ and apparently your persona dint exist until last night. Wanna explain that?” swallowing, you lined your fingers against the desk top before hitting the ceramic cat. Your fingers curled around it, trying to come up with words to stall him, but after your shyness creeped back in, you couldn’t.

But you could slam the ceramic cat against his temple, and you did. Next thing you know, his body was on the floor and the memory stick was in the slot. Breathing heavily, you collapsed on the giant black office chair. 

Back at the lair, the team and you were celebrating a great victory, with pizza and Mikey’s secret stash of orange soda.

By the time you were done, it was coming to 3AM and you decided you had to get back home, so naturally one of the turtles escorted you back to the surface, tonight it was Raph’s turn. You walked in complete silence on the rooftops, latching on to him occasionally as he jumped across between two buildings. When you got to the roof of your apartment, he stopped you, holding your arm.

“What ya did, it was really brave. I’m-I’m proud of ya.” You blushed at his words, looking away from him and over the view of New York City.

“Thank you, Raph.” You smiled politely, your voice next to a whisper. “I-I should get going. I’ll see you tomorrow?” he nodded lightly, smiling back at you. Tucking a strand of hair behind you ear, letting go of you as he watched you climb down the fire escape to your window.

missmisanthropic  asked:

Hard Question Time brought to you by yours truly: If you could date ANY iteration of a character Katie McGrath has ever played, who would you select? The character will come with her canon flaws, (Vampirism?, Family issues? Uh, Magic?) benefits ( Heck yeah, Magic?! Genius level smarts?), interests (Art?, Espionage?) etc. which may impact your decision. Happy ruminating. ;-)

…!!! @missmisanthropic WHY?! Why would you do this to me? Hmmm. I’ve got some drinks in me so that means rambling. Let’s consider all of this calmly and rationally. I would list each character but I fear my poor followers may run away screaming. Instead I will list my absolute favorites and carefully consider my options. Note that I will be leaving out minor characters such as Bess and others.

First up - Lucy Westenra.
Canon Flaws - Vampirism. In love with another woman.
Canon Benefits - GAAAAAY. Is the vampirism really a flaw though? I mean, come on.

With Katie’s portrayal of Lucy, it is hard to say as we, sadly, never got a good look at what Baby Gay Vampire!Lucy would grow to be. Unfortunately, prior to her change, Lucy was suffering quite a bit (Of course she was, Katie played her). She was confused, heartbroken, and really questioning her own humanity and life choices. It is quite possible that she felt she had no choice in who she was at all. She didn’t choose to be gay in Victorian England. She didn’t choose to love her best friend. She certainly didn’t choose to be a socialite and “proper wife” to an English gentleman. And she absolutely didn’t choose to be a vampire, a monster, as Dracula so aptly put it. MY BABY IS NO MONSTER!

It is possible that Lucy could have eventually grown to be the sweet and innocent looking, yet completely relentless killer vamp. I am not quite sure if I can deal with that. However! If she were to change me, ditch her feelings for Mina, and we could be super awesome killer vampires together? Yeah I could definitely deal with that. Throw that in with being charming, witty, and sweet, with the perfect amount of bite to her (See what I did there?), I would be a happy lesbian.

Verdict - Jury is out. Would I let her kill me? Yes, I would. Would I kill along with her? Yes, I would. Let us check out more options.

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NEXT! - Morgana Pendragon
Canon Flaws - Major daddy issues. Slight anger issues. Bent on revenge. Manipulative.
Canon Benefits - Um… MAGIC. High Priestess. Dresses fabulously even when living in a shack in the woods. Savvy af, That Smirk™ tho. Driven to fight for what she believes in.

Who doesn’t love Morgana? Good, “evil,” it really doesn’t matter. The unfortunate matter is, and this makes my deliberation quite short, Morgana was on one hell of a mission. She was single-minded in this mission and nobody, nobody, was going to keep her from it. This means, she definitely wouldn’t have had time for poor, little, non-magical me. I mean if I had an army of immortal warriors or dark magical abilities of my own, I would try to win her affections in a heartbeat. But the only thing I would be able to offer her is my heart… Which she probably would have used, along with some crazy incantation, to kill all of her enemies. I don’t wish to be sacrificed. I like my heart where it is thank you, my lady.

Verdict - Morgana, you do you, booboo. Imma keep my options open, love. You TOTALLY have my vote for Queen of Camelot. Please don’t kill me. Oh my poor heart. I love her so much.

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Third - Jodi Rutherford 
Canon Flaws - Hmmm… attraction to men that tend to mistreat her? Even Kobus was a bit of a dick at first but we aren’t talking about him are we? No love, we aren’t. This is about Jodi. She also seems to feel the need to ‘fix’ those she is with.
Canon Benefits - Complete sweetheart, excellent teacher, awkward and goofy despite her shy and sometimes anxious demeanor. Film/theater geek. Animal lover. She doesn’t care what she is, or what she is doing, as long as she can wake up next to the person she loves.

This… little bean. This absolute cupcake. I just… look at her. Jodi is another Katie character that just needs to be loved. She is described as someone that strives to be liked because she doesn’t like herself. Which is ridiculous. What’s not to like? She is kindhearted, generous and is really just looking for a place to belong. Total ball of fluff and I love her.

Verdict - Jury is out…but looking good for her.

Originally posted by crayonboxhearts

NEXT UP - The lovely, yet deadly, Gloria Miller, everyone!
Canon Flaws - She’s like some crazy CIA, Secret Agent, Jane Bond, Assassin.
Canon Benefits - She’s like some crazy CIA, Secret Agent, Jane Bond, Assassin.

This one is tough for me because this means she would always be off on some insane mission and I am totally one of those people that would be constantly worried that she wouldn’t come back to me. I’m soft. And let’s be honest, would I ever truly get a chance to know who she really is?

*gay gasp!* WHAT IF I am her mission?? What if she is actually working undercover to, I don’t know… I’m not special. I’m probably not her mission. But she would never be home and I need love and attention. Soft, remember? Sorry, Gloria :(

Verdict - I cannot date you. BUT PLEASE PROTECT ME I AM VERY VULNERABLE! Oh and teach me how to shoot things. Like, fruit and cans. I don’t want to kill anyone.

Originally posted by docclara

Hellooooo Kate Foster!
Canon Flaws - Biphobic af!!!! I’m not bisexual but, come on Kate! Not cool, love. Stop that shit. Angry af! Family issues aka homophobic parents.
Canon Benefits - Smooth af. Seductive af. Queen of eye-sex Consent kink, perhaps? Kate, …I like being told what to do… Ahem. I digress.

Lezbehonest. How many of you have been completely destroyed by the 20 minute episode of Dates? Hm? Thought so. Kate is very enigmatic. Which I like to a point. She seems to be making attempts at being cool and open-minded. But you can tell she has been burned before. Le baggage? Maybe. But we all have it, don’t we? My biggest worry would be that because of this, she is quick to pick a fight and run. We saw it. When things get serious and even a little difficult, she is out the door. That is… problematic.

She still strikes me as being kind, genuine and loving with the right woman in the right situation. But that fear of mine would always remain. Fear would lead to insecurities. Insecurities would lead to fighting. Fighting would lead to no more Kate. I could delve deeper into this gem, however I will leave it here.

Verdict - Kate, buy me a Bellini (or five) and we can certainly have a great time. (That totally wasn’t meant to be sexual). I meant we can hang out some time. But you know, not like a date? Flirty BFFs maybe? Do you like my bracelet? I got it in Tuscany!

Originally posted by haywoodyouboneme

Sigh …LenaLuthor! I have so many feelings about this woman it’s crazy.
Canon Flaws - A little shady. Family issues like you would not believe. Has a bit of a target on her back.
Canon Benefits - Highly intelligent. NERD! Working hard to make a life and name for herself outside of her family. RICH AF (take care of me please). Just wants a damn hug and thank you! Girlfriend of Supergirl. Looks better in prison blues than I do on my best day and with Photoshop. The Lip Bite™ tho.

Considering the fact that most of those that have endured my rambling are huge Katie fans and/or SuperCorp shippers, I will not get into the crazy long description for Lena. She has proven time and again that she only wants to do what is right, despite her upbringing. A most admirable quality is that she fights with her wits but also looks like she can defend herself when the time comes. A distressed damsel, she is not. I think here, I would have to go back to my argument regarding Morgana and Gloria. Lena simply would not have the time. She is running a billion dollar corporation, designing gadgets, and apparently she is constantly thinking up schemes to ensure justice is done. Oh, and um… hi… SHE LOVES KARA DANVERS! I can’t compete with that!!! I mean, I can be pretty awesome, but I am not Kara. So… problematic.

Verdict - Lena, I adore you. And I hope we can be friends. Do you need anything? Should I deliver flowers to Kara for you? Do you need me to proofread your love letters and poetry? I can run and get you more wine. Do you need company for the holidays? Do you need a bridesmaid for your wedding? Have you and Kara set a date? Keep me updated. My calendar is open.

Originally posted by agronskaya18

So here we are! There are more characters to consider, but we would be here all night/day. And I am pretty sure most of you already hate me. So I will keep this short. FINAL ANSWER: JODI RUTHERFORD. JUST LET ME LOVE YOU!

Originally posted by ladyandherarmour

Sorry for the long post and Katie spam!

Honorable Mention - Jules Daly
(Part 2)


Anyhoo it seems you guys like my ideas, so here I am – with new part… If I didn’t have one long fanfick already started, I would turn it into a normal story, but naaah, probably not. Maybe I’ll write something, maybe not, idk…

So where we left off… Ah yeah… And today with even more of my shitty colorful my art!

Part 1 here!

Adult!Maxvid!AU – part 2 (keep it going):

  • Scene #3

Max wanted to say something. Anything. But his throat was dry and he felt like he suddenly swallowed a ton of bricks, which were made of lead actually. The fact that his Little Star was looking at him curiously wasn’t helping at all. It was making everything way worse.

Oh, Nikki definitely would pay a nice amount of money to see him like this.

And fuck, David was still staring at him and – what the hell – this guy didn’t change at all!? This was unfair.

“Max?” David asked, hands immediately moving to form letters. Little Star followed his movements, only to turn her head at Max in the end.

Fuck, shit, god fucking damn it, he was ruined. Why, just why him? Why now? Why after so many years?

  • Nevermind I forgot where I was going with the previous scene
  • After some awkward interaction Max took his Little Star home, still in this half dazed state. She tried to ask him few questions, but he barely could respond with his hands, which weirdly felt like they didn’t belong to him. His aunt also asked him about it, but he just brushed it off to quickly get back to his dorm.
  • Boom! Max burst into Nikki’s room, who was in the middle of feeding her snake. She was like ‘Sup Max!’ without lifting her head at him.

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Notes: thank you for the request! I think Joshua and jun are the more difficult ones for me to write… I hope it came out well!
Thanks for the request nonnie!
Requests are open!!!

tw: guns and slight violence

•when you were little, you remember having to go to the doctor a lot so they could take the blood
•you had an excess amount of it, also being type AB, meant that you could give to anyone
•so your blood was greatly appreciated and sure that was nice knowing that you were saving lives, but you were terrified of needles
•your friend, seungkwan told you that if the needle was dirty it could get you sick, and you would die
•even though the next day when you told your other friend Vernon who had been absent, he told you that was wrong, that doctors needles were sterilized, his mom said so
•nonetheless you weren’t fond of them
•at all
•you just wouldn’t look at the needle, or at the doctor
•you’d insist on wearing a face mask, and short sleeved shirts
•because that would air the wound out???
•kids are weird man

•even into your early twenties, you didn’t like needles
•two time a month, you’d go get blood taken, maybe more if you had more than usual
•you had decided since you were little to become a nurse, since you spent a lot of time there anyway
•studying was difficult, but you were the top of you class and became an intern at an amazing hospital
•now began crazy hours, rude patients, and barely eating
•and being surrounded by needles
•but the best part of the job, was most definitely the boy who worked in the cafe that was inside the hospital
•Hong Joshua, aka the best hot chocolate maker in the cafe
•coffee was bad for you, but it kept you awake, something that you needed but you refused
•so hot chocolate and other sweets to keep you up and running
•wary in the morning you’d get your beverage, chat with the brunette who spoke softly with a cat like smile
•today’s topic so happened to be mythical creatures
•"I think it would be cool if mermaids existed, but then sirens would too. Cool but slightly terrifying.“
•you said taking a sip of your hot chocolate as you spoke
•Joshua was wiping down tables as you sat on a stool by the counter
•"I think werewolves could be cool, or fairies.”
•Joshua said, spraying the table with a cleaner and scrubbing a tough stain
•"team Edward or team Jacob?“
•you asked jokingly, not expecting an actual answer, since the two of you had talked about your dislike towards the franchise
•"…Jacob. Edward doesn’t do vampires justice.”
•Joshua said, walking behind the counter, walking into the back, he put away the supplies
•"you say that you like you’ve met one, josh.“
•you said laughing, taking the last sip of your now warm hot chocolate
•"yeah… I mean they sound cool?”
•he said awkwardly, adding a nervous laugh at the end
•sending him an odd look, you jumped off your stool, waving goodbye to him
•you began to walk home, to sleep for a few hours before returning to the hospital
•your apartment was tiny, the living room and kitchen wasn’t separated by a door, the bathroom didn’t have a bathtub
•it was just the bare essentials, after all you were only an intern
•laying on the couch, you fell asleep, not even bothering to change

•you could function of five hours of sleep, but you needed a shower
•so you went and showered, scrubbing your skin with a orange blossom body soap
•rinsing it off after you felt clean enough, you put soap in your hair
•then rinsed that off and turned off the water, hopping out of the shower
•getting dressed back in scrubs wasn’t the most fashionable but what could you do
•so grabbing a small apple, and leftovers that you could heat up in the microwave at the hospital
•you left your small apartment, and walked back to the hospital, where you came from seven hours ago
•sighing, you shook your head
•your converse padded on the cement, a rhythm coming as you walked
•humming along with the padding of your feet, you enjoyed the walk to the hospital
•looking at the huge building before you entered
•as you walked through the hospital, you got a text from your boss
boss: hey kid, sorry I actually don’t need you to come in tonight
•groaning at the text but simultaneously being happy that you didn’t have to work tonight, you texted back
y/n: okay, thank you for letting me know
•deciding to get your cup of hot chocolate and have a chat with Joshua, since you wouldn’t be here tonight
•walking into the small cafe, you expected the boy to be at the counter or to be playing the guitar at a table since it was a slow shift
•what you didn’t expect was Joshua sitting at a table, drinking out of a blood bag
•"please tell me that you’re drinking tomato soup out of that.“
•you asked, startling the boy who had zoned out
•"yep! Haha, I just really like messing with people! Yep!”
•He said awkwardly, nervously laughing in the middle of his sentence
•sitting down at the table he was at, you raised an eyebrow and waited for him to explain
•"I’m a vampire, but I don’t like drinking blood from people because it hurts them. So I have to drink these?“
•he mumbled, not looking at the you, his eyes drawn on the table
•"is that why you said Edward was a bad representation of vampires?”
•you asked after it was silent for a while, you could see the tension in Joshua’s shoulders as he nodded, saying that not all vampires are creepy old man who stay in high
•staying and chatting with him was still the same, now there was just some extra characteristics that he had
•if it was just you two hanging out, he would let his fangs out, drink blood packs
•but of course, you’re a little curious piece of shit
•on late nights you’d wonder what it would feel like if Joshua sunk his fangs into your skin
•or just remembering the boy with eye smiles for days, with a cute smile and beautiful hands
•you were a little bit in love
•but who could blame you, everyone was probably in love with Joshua
•the boy could sing and have birds land on his finger and sing along with him
•but it was just an unrequited crush, after all you guys were just friends

•evening hot chocolate with Joshua, working until three am, leaving with a wave towards the cafe was routine
•the streets were always cold, lined with light posts, the artificial light was the only warmth you felt
•your phone was in your hands, a promise that you had to make with Joshua so he wouldn’t be worried
•he was number one in speed dial, but you had done this walk hundred of times
•nothing should happen, right?
•you could feel it in your gut that someone was watching you
•quick steps were made into a sprint, wanting to get away from the unwanted gaze of a stranger who’s intentions were unknown
•reaching the front of your apartment, you slowed down
•maybe you were overreacting, no one was probably watching you
•you just needed more sleep, or no more horror movies late at night
•but a small step forward would leave your fear come true
•"Don’t move and I won’t shoot.“
•a cold voice spoke, a male holding a gun said
•pressing number one, you called Joshua and put him on mute, wanting to come out alive
•"give me your wallet, give me your whole bag actually.”
•doing as he said, you slid the bag to him, after all a cheap bag was nothing compared to your life
•and you still had your phone
•"Now I want your phone, I know it’s in your hands, so don’t do any funny stuff.“
•you spoke to soon, hesitating on giving him the phone, he cocked the gun, letting you know he wasn’t playing
•sliding it the same way as you did with the bag, he picked it up, seeing that he was being heard, he started to yell
•"you fucking bitch, wanna die?”
•you wanted to ask if that was a rhetorical question, but you’d never get that chance
•a bullet entered your chest, another in your leg
•falling on the floor, you were left hearing his footsteps as he ran away
•blankly thinking about how you’d never be able to see Joshua again, after all this was it
•years of being afraid of needles didn’t prepare you for other deadly weapons
•before your eyes fluttered shut, you could’ve sworn that you caught a glimpse of Joshua running toward you
•his brown hair looking like he had run his hands through it, his lip had been chewed on
•weakly smiling, you felt like you were floating
•your last conscious thought wondering if Joshua was an angel in disguise, no one could be that beautiful

•the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was Joshua
•his eyes weren’t their usual chocolate brown, instead being a dark green
•his fangs were out, but what startled you more was his hand being on yours
•his breathed out, and If you could only hear him say your name, you’d be okay
•you spoke, your throat itching as you whispered his name
•the relief on his face made you want to pull him close and kiss him
•sitting up, you groaned, your chest hurt, your neck hurt
•bringing your fingers to your neck, you felt two small holes, equal amount to Joshua’s fangs
•"josh? What happened?“
•you questioned, immediately his eyes avoided yours and you were reminded of that day many months ago
•his hand was still on yours, squeezing it softly, trying to reassure him
•"when you called me, I was on my way home, so when I heard what was happening, I rushed to your house, only to find you…on the floor but…”
•he trailed off, tears filled his eyes, and this time you do what you wanted
•slipping of the bed, you crouched on the floor, ignoring the ache in your leg
•both of his hands in yours, you looked into his eyes
•"I know, it’s okay.“
•you spoke, not needing to know the rest of the story, with the fang shaped holes in you neck, you could guess what happened
•a sob racked his body, as you comforted him to the best of your aching body
•when they was no more tears to be cried, both of you were on a bed
•(which you later found out was his)
•"hey Joshua?”
•you spoke softly, pulling Joshua closer into your chest as you cuddled
•"yeah y/n?“
•his voice was mumbled and kind of hiccupy
•"I like you.”
•you were already kind of dead, what was the worse that could happen?
•"I like you too.“
•everything felt right, lying in a bed with Joshua, as he listened to where your heartbeat should be beating
•you’d have forever to help ease the pain from him having to turn you

•"DoEs tHiS meAN tHaT I caN’t dRinK hOt ChOcolAte AnYmOrE???”
•"I love you y/n?“
•"I live you too but NO HOT CHOCOLATE JOSHUA???”
•you’d get used to it eventually

Originally posted by visual-17

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I don’t know if anybody else has headcanons for these boys but I have noticed a lack of them. So here are some bits I’ve written up for each of the boys of the Litchfield House please feel free to add on to these! I used what little info we had about them from the books to form some bullets. 


  • Known as Cheng2 not because we was the second Cheng, but rather the second Henry. He sort of embraces this though because him and Henry have been best friends since private primary school and have been attached at the hip for years.
  • Cheng2 was always the shy one which is how he ended up being the 2. He didn’t really like to let anybody get too close to him and prefers to have only a few close friends over a big group.
  • But the reserved side of Cheng2 ceased to exist when he started at Agliony. Henry managed to form a group around him that made Cheng2 feel comfortable and included. Soon, his louder side was coming out.
  • One of the things about being the shy guy was that he spent a lot of time not really talking to anyone so, because of it, when he does open his mouth, usually it’s to say something unbelievably stupid like “Holy fuck, we got girls?” but yah know.
  • He’s a fucking economics wiz and plans on majoring it. He’s pretty much Ivy League bound which is fine by him. He doesn’t know what getting burnt out feels like. He works incredibly hard for his good grades and hasn’t found that they have come easy to him like some of his other friends. But he lives for success. He has goals and he’s going to achieve them and nobody is going to stop him.
  • That’s probably because he’s constantly drinking a red bull to stay up studying until 4am and then smoking a bowl to fall asleep. The other perk of being The Shy Guy at school is that nobody knows when you show up high to class. He’s taken advantage of this fact multiple times.

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actual real life study tips

Okay, so I see a lot of “how to make cute note” etc. etc. tips on here and while aesthetically appealing notes totally help some people, there’s way more to being studious and productive than spending hours writing or rewriting your notes! Personally, I get by just as well on functional notes as those that I’ve doodled, dotted, and dashed into oblivion– in terms of decoration, it’s best that you do you. I used to be a pretty awful student, and note taking guides did jack squat to help me. So my 4.0 and messy notes are here to give the advice that they can–  here are some study tips absent of frills and squiggly lines– how shit gets done. 

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We need to talk about Jameson.

Or, I’m in fucking love with another fictional character.

I finished The Ranch Part 3 around 7:10 in the morning today aka the 16th and oh, boy. This show is one of my favorites right now. Like I said before, it hits home just in the right way in my case and my family’s situation. It’s– such a thing. Having a ranch myself and having done certain shit similar to Rooster’s, only made it even better for me.

But Jameson ‘Rooster’ Bennett in Part 3 of The Ranch had me #sHOOOOK since the beginning. His arc is a roller coaster and there is so much I want to discuss but I also know nobody gets so into deep with The Ranch like I do, lol.

ANYWAY, this new season/part, we got to see how is Rooster outside Iron River. And he is a fucking beast. It… didn’t took me by surprise (as it did my brother) because for no apparent reason I always had the headcanon that Rooster has a bad temper, so to see him as the boss and so pissed off all the time was like, “Oh so I was right”.

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