alright i finally got around to this!

  • what she says: I'm okay
  • what she means: Can I say my shit? Can I say my shit? I've got lots of shit to say. I've got lots of shit to say. I can't fit my hand inside a Pringle can, I have a huge amount of trouble fitting my hand inside of a Pringle can. I can get my hand like four inches into the can but then I have to tilt the can into my mouth but then a bunch of crumbs have accumulated at the bottom of the can so they all go spilling onto my face. What I'm trying to say is the diameter of Pringle cans is way too small. I'll say it again. The diameter of Pringle cans is way too small. Two radiuses of a Pringle can is way too small. If you feel me, put your hands up, Come on! If you feel me, put your hands up! Look at all these hands that are way too big to fit inside of a Pringle can! Your hands are too big to fit inside a Pringle can, your hands are too big to fit inside a Pringle can. You think you can, I know you can't, you think you can. Pringles! Listen to the people, I am sure ninety percent of the complaint letters you get are about the width of your cans?! Just... make them wider?! I've overdone the Pringles thing, sorry. I want to have a daughter. I want to have a daughter so I can finally have someone around the house who can fit their hands in the Pringle can. Yes, I'm still on the Pringle cans thing! Yeah! I'll move on, alright? But that is priority número uno. I don't go to the gym because I'm self-conscious about my body but I'm self-conscious about my body cause I don't go to the gym. Irony can be so painful. That's a Catch-22. Let's do this! I went to Chipotle, I went to Chipotle, got myself a chicken burrito. I went down the line and I got all these ingredients and at the end of the line the guy tried to wrap the burrito but half of the shit inside the burrito spilled out. He still wrapped it. I was like, dude you should have warned me! You're a burrito expert, you should have told me halfway through: "Hey, man. You might be reaching maximum burrito capacity here" Do you fucking think I want a messy burrito? No one wants a messy burrito! The whole appeal of the burrito is that all of the ingredients are contained within the confines of the tortilla. I wouldn't have gotten half of the shit if I knew it wasn't gonna fit in the burrito! Alright? Look I wouldn't have got the lettuce if I knew it wouldn't fit! I wouldn't have got the cheese if I knew it wouldn't fit! I wouldn't have got the peppers if I knew it wouldn't fit! I wouldn't have got half of it! Like, I'm okay with small mistakes, if you've got no more chicken I'll take pork. But I'll blow my dad before I eat a burrito with a fork. I wouldn't have got the lettuce if I knew it wouldn't fit, I wouldn't have got the cheese if I knew it wouldn't fit, I wouldn't have got the peppers if I knew they wouldn't fit. Man, I wouldn't have got half of it, like half of it, like, half of it, like, half of it, like half of it right now,I think it's time I think it's time, I think that we break this down. I can sit here and pretend like my biggest problems are pringle cans, and burritos. The truth is, my biggest problem's you. I want to please you but I want to stay true to myself. I want to give you the night out that you deserve but I want to say what I think and not care what you think about it. Part of me loves you, part of me hates you, part of me needs you, part of me fears you. And I don't think that I can handle this right now, handle this right now. I don't think that I can handle this right now. I don't think that I can handle this right now, I don't think that I can handle this right now, I don't think that I can handle this right now. Look at them, they're just staring at me like, "come and watch the skinny kid with a steadily declining mental health and laugh as he attempts to give you what he cannot give himself." I don't think that I can handle this right now, I don't think that I can handle this right now. They don't even know the half of this right now, they don't even know the half of it. But I know I'm not a doctor, I'm a pussy, I put on a silly show so I should probably just shut up and do my job so here I go. I wouldn't have got the lettuce if I knew it wouldn't fit, I wouldn't have got the cheese if I knew it wouldn't fit, I wouldn't have got the peppers if I knew they wouldn't fit, I wouldn't have got half. You can tell them anything if you just make it funny, make it rhyme and if they still don't understand you then you run it one more time. I don't think that I can handle this right now (Haa!) I don't think that I can handle this right now (Hoo!) If you think that I can handle this right now (Haa!) Right now (Haa!) Now, handle this right, handle this right, handle this right now.Thank you, good night! I hope you're happy.

Max Rockatansky: “I have lost my family and my best friend to the violence of the gangs that are overwhelming this nation. I can’t stay and keep being a cop because i’m going to hunt each one of their murderers down and kill them in revenge and it’s going to be horrible to the point i am not fit for society. I will then just drive into the desert. I have no plan past this.”

[does a violence. Many, many violence’s in fact.]

Max Rockatansky, like 5 years later: “I have acquired a dog. Things are looking up. In other news, there seems to have been a nuclear war, the government no longer exists, and the gangs have taken over. Also, i am running out of dog food.” [Plot appears, ends] “I have lost my dog, been through several crashes, been shot, several things are broken, and my car has exploded. Helped a colony of survivors escape gang planning to kill them. Can’t figure out why the fuck i did this when i could have left with the damn car. I miss my dog.”

Max Rockatansky, like 15 years later: “Ok, i have found and repaired another car. I got a dog. I–” [shit happens] “I am chasing down a motherfucker with a wagon. I will kill him. Need haircut.” [Plot Occurs] “Got lost in desert, group of feral children thought i was a god. told them no. Accidentally led a revolution. fuck if i know where they are now. left for dead in desert. got the hair cut. i fucking hate pilots.”

Max Rockatansky, like 10 years later: “I finally have been alone with my car. No one is bothering me. No one is around for miles. I can brood over my inadequacy. mm lizard. fuck is that.” [Things] “Alright m8 first of all” [Plot] “I want my car back. You know what, a car. gimme the car. why is it no– oh fuck really. fine road trip.” [All The Plot] “I am too old for these Revolutions. I’m going to go nap in the sun. be a fucking lizard. the girls can be all governmental. ff do i even have knees anymore. fuck”

–Max Rockatansky, a life paraphrased

NHL!Bitty, Part V - Single

The first openly gay NHL player can’t be single in Seattle! 

Since Eric can’t risk telling anyone he has a boyfriend (especially a closeted NHL-er), his only option is to play along as the Schooners go out of their way to find Eric a boyfriend. This wouldn’t be a problem if his well-meaning teammates didn’t keep trying to introduce him to other closeted players, of which there are more than he would have guessed. Now Eric has to survive a night with Kent Parson.

Origin: From Samwell to Seattle | Part I - Hug Check | Part II - Chirping |  Part III - Post-Season | Part IV - RPF 

As the first openly gay player in the NHL, Eric is used to being locker rooms filled with guys bundled up so tight a TSA scanner couldn’t find their genitals; but then there’s stuff like this. Brazen nudity of the ‘I recognize you’re attracted to men, look how cool I am with it’ variety. His new captain leans toward the latter in a way that would make Shitty proud.

“Bittle, we’re going out with a few Aces. You met Kent Parson?”

Mitchell ‘Cricket’ Crocker is pushing 30 and already going gray. He’s also standing in front of Eric’s stall, naked as the day he was born, unconcerned with the fact his junk is at Eric’s eye-level. 

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Originally posted by words-plus-wisdom

Pairing: Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request: “15 - Jeff Atkins”


15. “It was the fifth time I’m calling her phone.”

Word count: 1.960

Posted: 14th of May 2017

A/N: An imagine in a Sunday night. It sucks that tomorrow is Monday again, I am not ready for the struggles that I may face this week. I hate school, because people suck!
Anyways, I hope you like this imagine and I would love to receive some feedbacks from you. Thank you so much for reading.

P.S.: I am not taking part 2 requests as I have lots of imagines to write. Sorry!

- G. x

Link: Prompt list

Warning: some bad words

“I’m going on a beer run soon, babe,” Your boyfriend, Jeff, informed you as he left some sweet and gentle kisses on your neck. “do you want to go with me?”

“Jeff, you aren’t driving!” You stopped him as you knew that he had some drinks during the night. “Ask someone else to buy some beer.”

You were in one of Jessica’s parties and people were having fun, alcohol was the main protagonist of the party and it was Jeff’s task to buy some if they ever ran out of them.

“Babe, I’m fine.” He sat on the empty side of the couch beside you and he grabbed your hand. “I had two beers, two hours ago.”

“Jeff!” You warned him, but he just let out some soft giggles. He knew how protective you were when it came to alcohol and your boyfriend. You hated him when he put his life in risks and you couldn’t help but discuss over it.

“Babe, I am sober and I promise.” He assured you as he pressed a quick kiss on your forehead. “So, are you coming with me?”

“Alright, fine!” You rolled your eyes as Jeff gave you a sweet wide smile. His smile revealed his white and perfect teeth and you honestly loved them so much, his smile was so contagious that it convinced you to smile back at him.

“I love you so much.” Jeff whispered and your world stopped as you felt some butterflies in your stomach. You honestly felt the sincerity in his voice and it still hit you every time, nevertheless you were together for months.

“I love you too, Atkins!” You giggled as you pressed your lips on his cheek, pulling him closer to you.

“I love you more, no lies!” He debated and before you could open your mouth to speak, he pulled you by your chin and he leant in to give you a sweet kiss.

It made you smile and you felt the sparks running through your veins as he deepened the kiss between the two of you. He pulled you closer to him as he played with your hair and you seriously found that adorable and relaxing.

“Atkins, we ran out of beer!” Some alcoholic asshole stated and he interrupted the kiss between the two of you. Jeff groaned in annoyance and you could say that he preferred to stay with you on the couch rather than buying some beer for the crowd.

“Go on, Atkins!” People cheered for Jeff and you saw your boyfriend rolling his eyes as you were both obliged to stop what you were doing.

“Alright, I’m going!” He finally stated and the crowd hollered louder. You both stood up from the couch, him grabbing your hand tightly to lead you the way out.

You went to the parking lot, but Sheri’s white Jeep was blocking your boyfriend’s car, meaning that you needed to ask Sheri to move her car.

“Wait, I am calling Sheri.” You offered and he nodded as he wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on the crook of your neck. You brought your phone out of your pocket and searched for Sheri’s name in your phone book.

You waited for her to answer as the phone rang for several times, until it led you to her voicemail.

“No answer.” You stated and you tried calling her again, your fingers sliding smoothly on the screen of the device. You felt Jeff giving you some kisses on your neck and you felt shivers running down your spine. Your boyfriend was such a flirt, but you loved him just like that.

“Let’s search for her inside then.” Jeff proposed and you just nodded. He grabbed your hand as he led the way back inside Jessica’s house. He brought you with him, because he was afraid that some maniacs might hit on you, mostly when they were all drunk.

You tried calling Sheri as you followed Jeff around the house. You even asked around for her, but people would just slur or laugh because they were dead drunk.

“Did she answer?” Jeff turned his head at you and you just clicked your tongue in response. “Shit.” He swore under his breath.

It was the fifth time I am calling her phone.” You sighed and you tiredly shoved your phone in your pocket as soon as you heard her voicemail once again.

“Sheri!” Your boyfriend shouted for joy as his face brighten. He finally saw Sheri and you silently thanked God for it.

“Yeah?” Sheri looked at your boyfriend with a wide smile, obviously, she was having a great time with her circle of friends.

“You’re blocking me in, I’ve got to go for provisions.” Jeff honestly stated as he still held your hand tightly, protecting you from the alcohol-scented people around you.

“Oh shit!” Sheri swore as the loud music boomed behind her. “Okay, I’ll be right out. I have to get home anyways.”

“No, it’s alright. I don’t want to make you leave.” Jeff kindly and sweetly said, being the sweetest angel that he was.

“No, no, no!” Sheri exclaimed as she shook her head, her black curly hair following her head’s movements. “I’m staying at my dad’s, which comes with a curfew. I’ll get my keys and be right out.”

“Thank you, ma'am!” Jeff smiled and Sheri just raised her shoulders.

You’ve always liked Sheri, she was fun to be with and she was always cheerful. She would worry whenever you showed some cold treatments to your boyfriend and you could say that she was the first one who supported your relationship with Jeff.

“Take care!” Sheri shouted to you and Jeff as she started her car’s engine. Hannah was sitting on her passenger’s seat and you gained some weak hand waves from her.

“You too!” You shouted back and gave Hannah some energetic hand waves.

You then watch Sheri pull her car out of the parking and you followed the white Jeep as it made its way to Hannah’s house.

“Let’s go?” Jeff asked you and you just nodded. You followed him in his car and you carefully put your seatbelt on.

“Babe, you aren’t drunk and you are sure that you can do this, right?” You assured yourself with a question and he just laughed at you. “I’m serious, Atkins!”

“Yes, Babe! I am sure that I can do this and I am not drunk, promise.” He answered, starting the engine. “I can even write an essay if you like or do a home run for you.”

“Idiot!” You both laughed as he started to drive towards the store. You admitted that he was still sober and he drove normally and carefully. He wouldn’t want to cause any accidents, mostly when you were with him. He didn’t want to hurt you, not even once.

You both listened to some music and you went to the store to buy some pints of beer for the whole crowd. The party has just started and the night was still young, so you both decided to buy more than the expected.

“That was the last one!” You stated as you handed him the last box of beer from your push cart.

“Great!” He exclaimed as he carefully closed the door. You put the push cart back on its place and Jeff started to drive again once you got back in his car.

Music was blasting in your car and you were both singing and dancing as you followed the beat of the loud song. You honestly enjoyed this party more than the one in Jessica’s house. It was perfect, because you had the only person that you really needed to be with that night.

“All you have to do is stay a minute, just take your time,” You sang as Jeff hummed the beat of it. He was smiling as he was driving, eyes concentrated on the road. “the clock is ticking, so stay.”

“I will always stay, babe!” Jeff assured you, stealing some little glances to admire your face. You giggled at him as the sweetness of your boyfriend kept on flattering you.

“Always?” You asked him with a soft toned voice and he nodded slowly, still with a wide smile on his face.

“Always!” He assured you and he looked at you for a while. He reached for your hand and caressed it gently.

You were having a sweet moment together, but it was interrupted as a bright light blinded your eyes and you noticed that there was a car going through the street with its full speed, obviously exceeding the speed limit.

“Jeff, stop!” You shouted as loud as you could to get your boyfriend’s attention and he harshly pressed the car’s break with his foot, the car screeching its wheels in a high-pitched tone. You almost bumped your head on the car’s airbags, but you luckily didn’t get hurt. You heard some beer bottles break from the back seat, but it was one of the last things that you were worried of.

“Oh my God, are you okay?” Jeff worriedly asked to you, his eyes was masked with fear and terror. You could say that he was really worried for you.

“I am, Babe.” You quickly wrapped your arms around him as tears started to stream down your face. You were terrified and your heart kept on throbbing quickly. “Are you?”

“I am.” Jeff hugged you back tightly and he caressed your hair. “I’m sorry, babe. I am really sorry.” He whispered as he dealt with his nervous heart too.

“I-It’s okay, I was just afraid.” Jeff wiped your tears once you broke the hug between the two of you.

You thought of the possible things that might’ve happened to you and Jeff and a tight knot was formed in your stomach. You thanked yourself that you joined Jeff and you somehow managed to stop him in time.

“They must put a stop sign here.” Jeff demanded as he tried to calm himself, his breathing was almost normal and your fear has almost vanished. He was shaking, though. The thought of that he almost hurt you crashed him. What if things went worse? He knew that he couldn’t forgive himself, if ever.

“They really must, this is dangerous!” You agreed as you cleared your vision by wiping your tears better. Your heart was still beating abnormally and you assumed that it was for the happening. “Wait, is that Hannah?”

“Yeah.” Jeff answered as he tried to focus his eyes on the silhouette that stood in front of the gasoline station. “Wasn’t she with Sheri?” Jeff corrugated his forehead as he curiously asked you the obvious.

Jeff slowly drove towards her and stopped just right in front of her. “Hannah?”

You softly called her and she quickly turned her head in your direction. “Didn’t Sheri offer herself to bring you home?”

Hannah just nodded, eyes concentrated to something else. Her body was shaking as she absentmindedly talked to you. “Sheri.”

“What happened, Hannah?” Jeff peeked to the opened window to see Hannah’s red and teary face.

“Stop sign.” Hannah emotionlessly pointed the knocked stop sign at the edge of the road and you quickly shot a shocked glance to Jeff.

“Damn it, Sheri.” You cursed under your breath as you realized that you almost died because of her.

Your body became paralyzed, so as Jeff’s body. Everything just hit your senses and you realized how destiny could be an asshole sometimes. Many things might’ve happened during that moment. Many things.

You still couldn’t believe that you were safe and you kept murmuring some messages of gratefulness as you calmed yourself down, holding Jeff’s hands tightly.

You could’ve died, but you didn’t. Luckily.

Negan Imagine ~ Out of the blue

When Negan first visits Alexandria he takes a liking in the heavily pregnant reader and shows a whole different side of him when its suddenly gets really tough for her…


Originally posted by aliciasdaryl

The sun was shining brightly while you sat on the porch of your house while you sat in the rocking chair swinging slightly back and forth as you saw Rick coming towards you.
”Feeling better?”, he asked as he walked the stairs up.
Your pregnancy had been everything else than easy.
Shortly after you had noticed it, the problems had began and while you had thought that it would stop after the first months it got even worse.
You could be glad that you were in Alexandria, had medicine and wouldnt have to fear that the baby would come while a hoard of walkers could show up around every corner.
”A bit. The fresh air is doing a good job”, you said smiling at him while he pulled some tablets out of his pockets.
”I was told to give them to you”, he said laying the tablets into your hands.
You looked at Rick while he sat down next to you in another rocking chair.
His face was pale, he looked like he hadnt slept in days and his eyes looked like he would begin to cry in every next second.
It was just days ago you had seen your friends coming back, their faces completely distraught and filled with grief.
Their eyes still red and swollen from crying.
It still felt unreal that they were gone and you wished that they would come back, even if you knew they wouldn’t.
You weren’t with them when this man, this monster, killed them.
You were in Alexandria, keeping everything as good together as you could while Rick was gone.
You had almost come with them, but Gregory opposed to let two pregnant women live at Hilltop and you knew that you would let Maggie go when he announced that to Rick.
You had a break of your problems in that time and you would have never taken the place while seeing how bad she felt.
But the hard pregnancy wasnt the only thing Maggie and you shared.
The father of your child wouldnt ever get the chance to see his child grow up, just like Glenn.
He had died shortly before you met Aaron who brought you to Alexandria and also shortly before you found out that you were pregnant.
”Wont be long until its coming, huh?”, Rick asked smiling slightly while nodding over to your belly.
”By what the Doctor at hilltop calculated the last time, it has to be about two weeks, maybe a bit less left”, you said smiling back.
You looked back onto the street and saw how Rosita walked towards your house and looked up to Rick and you.
“Rick? I’ll go with Spencer on a run. Just wanted you to know”, she said into your direction.
“Alright”, responded Rick nodding before just minutes after Rosita had vanished you heard noises coming from the gates you couldnt match to Rosita and Spencer.

You walked behind Rick in the direction of the gates and could already see from afar that Spencer and Rosita werent alone and that the man behind the gates was no one else than the man your friends had told you of with shook in their voices
He was standing there, with the baseball bat that had killed your friends over his shoulder while he talked to Spencer.
“You’re too early”, said Rick while he walked closer towards Negan.
“Missed you”, Negan said chuckling with a weird grin on his lips.
You surveyed him while he talked to Rick.
He was tall, his dark hair was gelled back, his lips that still formed that grin were surrounded with a salt and pepper beard and his eyes were gleaming.
And this pair of eyes suddenly darted directly at you while their gleam increased.
His glance stayed on you and caught your eyes and didnt let them go for moments until he looked grinning back to Rick.
Your glance went behind him were you saw how Daryl stood within Negans army.
He looked horrible, clothed in some kind of sack looking stuff and his face was swollen and covered with bruises.
God what had they done with him?

You got ripped out of your thought by the squeaking of the gates and saw how Negan walked grinning inside.
“Hold that”, muttered Negan grinning to Rick before walked towards you.
“Holy crap Darling, you are really pregnant like holy shit…and by the way also fucking pretty”, he said smirking as he walked closer while his eyes didn’t leave yours letting a shiver run down your back. 
He looked on some exaggerated kind of way around as if he was searching for somebody before he looked back at you. 
“You know Sweetie, you really deserve fucking better. If I’d be your fucking man I wouldn’t leave your fucking side…especially not in your circumstances”, he said grinning at you. 
“He’s dead”, you hissed glaring at him. 
Negan formed an “Oh” with his lips which you werent really sure about if he was actually sorry or just being sarcastic. 
Seconds later he looked smirking at you, his tongue between his lips while he analyzed your face.
“Would you-”, started Rick to say but was directly interrupted by Negan. 
“No Rick. Would you fucking shut up while I’m talking to this beautiful lady?”, Negan said chuckling at Rick while he pointed at you. 
You nodded to Rick, trying to show him that everything was alright, another dispute here was the last thing you needed and wanted.
“So what’s your name, Darling”, he asked as he turned smirking back to you . 
“(Y/N)”, you said. 
“Thats some fucking beautiful name, Darling. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m Negan”, he said smirking while you just nodded trying to respond with an uninterested glance. 
“Sweetheart, Its a fucking shame that I gotta do some work here but I’d fucking love to spend some time with you when its done”, he said winking at you before he walked back to Rick who was still holding Negans bat in his hands.
“Didn’t know you have such treasures here”, you heard him chuckling say as he bowed down to Rick. 
Negan winked one last time at you before he and his men began to make their way through Alexandria.

You walked sighing through the streets, not really knowing what to do while you saw how the Saviors got everything out of the houses that seemed somehow useful to them, before you saw Carl walk into the provisional Hospital and decided to follow him into it.
But as you had already expected it, you and Carl werent alone for a long time.
You jolted up as you saw two men walking into the room and walked straight towards the cupboards with the medicine and began pulling everything inside their bags they could grab.
”You need to leave something here”, growled Carl while one of the men turned chuckling around.
”We don’t need to leave anything here”, he said before he turned back around again and grabbed some more tablets.
“Don’t you see that she’s pregnat? She needs the medicine”, said Carl his voice already trembling though anger.
“Kid, do you think we care about that? ‘Cause surprise surprise, we don’t”, said the man chuckling darkly.
“The deal was half of it, not all”, you said calmly but still tensed.
The man turned around and looked chuckling at you.
“The thing is, what you say doesn’t matter. Not at all”, he said grinning at you. You scoffed but before you could continue you saw how Carl raised his gun.
“Deal is Deal”, growled Carl as the man turned around to him.
“Come on Kid, put that gun down you won’t shoot anyway”, said the other man grinning.
In the same moment Carl pointed at the ceiling and pulled the trigger producing a loud shot.
“I’m serious”, Carl growled before he continued.
“Now put them back”, Carl threatened while you saw two figures coming in through the door.
Rick and Negan.
Negans glance wandered from Carl to you and back before he turned around to him.
“Wow, really Kid?”, Negan asked chuckling.
“You should all go before you find out how dangerous we all are”, growled Carl, the gun still raised.
“Well, pardon me, young man. Excuse the sit out of my goddamn french but did you just fucking threaten me?”, asked Negan pointing at Carl who growled in response.
“I like you, so I don’t wanna go hard and prove a point here…again”, Negan continued while Carl finally lowered the gun.
“So whats the fucking problem, that Carl over here wants to shoot my men”, asked Negan raising his eyebrows.
“Your men want to take all the medicine and not the agreed half”, you said while Negan turned around to you by the sound of your voice.
He smirked while looking into your eyes, but just seconds later his glance got more serious before he turned around to his men.
“Alright…you leave the fucking medicine here”, he said shortly glancing at you and then back to his men.
“Everyth-”, began the shorter one to reply but got interrupted by Negan.
“Yeah fucking everything. But that doesnt change that this young man tried to cause some fucking trouble with one of my guns. So you know what I fucking guess Rick? I think you have way to many of my fucking guns”, he said looking over to Rick.
While Negan began to talk to Rick you felt how an unbearable pain shot through your body and made your legs feel like they couldn’t hold your body anymore. You heard how you gasped asyou stumbled backwards, while your eyes fluttered through the pain that just wouldn’t stop shooting through every inch of your body.
You felt how somebody grabbed you before you could stumble even more and how this person placed one hand on your back to stabilize you.
As you slowly looked up from your belly you didn’t saw into Ricks or Carl’s eyes, it were Negans.
“Holy crap Sweetheart are you alright?”, he asked looking at you while you tried to get your voice back.
“It’s coming”, was the only thing you could get out of your mouth before the pain shot again through your body.
Looking into his eyes you saw the shook in them, he swallowed hard and it seemed like he couldnt get a word out of his mouth.
You had made this man speechless for a moment.
You saw how he rallied himself , while you noticed that you had clawed your hands into the leather sleeves of his jacket.
Hell, why now?
Now when this man was here.
“Where’s your fucking doctor?”, Negan finally asked turning to Rick.
“Your men shot her some time ago”, you muttered before Rick could say anything.
Negan looked back at you while he breathed stressed out.
“Anybody else who knows how to deliver a fucking baby?”, he asked and you could hear that he tried to be as calm as he could.
You tired to get your pounding head to think about the people that could be in line for that.
Rosita was in the woods with Spencer.
She could be anywhere there.
The only one that came into your mind was Eric.
He had told you some time ago that he had assisted by one of the births while Pete had been the doctor here.
And that was better than nothing
“Maybe Eric, but I don’t know where he is”, you  said while your voice trembled.
“Okay Sweetheart, I’ll fucking stay here with you and we’re gonna bring this baby fucking healthy into the world, trust me”, he said still holding you tight before he ordered Rick to search for Eric.
“You’re not staying alone here with her”, said Carl suddenly glaring at Negan.
“Kid, do you really fucking think I’ll hurt her or what?”, Negan asked bewildered.
Carl scoffed while his glance gored through Negan.
“Alright, stay here or help your Dad search for that man, whatever”, Negan said before he looked back at you.
“Its too early, its coming too early”, you muttered trembling while you still tried to realize what was happening right now.
“Don’t worry Sweetheart. Its gonna be fucking alright”, Negan said stroking over your back.
He was calm now, or at least were good at pretending to be and with that, he surprised you.
Right now he wasnt that asshole, he was softer and more concerned than you ever thought this man could be.
Your legs began to become weak again and it seemed like Negan noticed that.
“I’ll get you to the cot”, you heard Negan mutter before he slowly lead you over to the cot.
Your legs trembled as you propped yourself against it and suddenly felt something wet running down your legs.
“Shit”, you muttered before you looked swallowing at Negan.
“Something wrong, Darling?”, you heard Negan ask with a concerned undertone.
“My water just broke”, you responded while you saw how Negan swallowed before he helped you get onto the cot
You laid there whille the pain of your first contraction decreased as Negan looked at you.
“Alright, we gotta get you out of those pants”, he said looking down on you before you slowly nodded.
Negan began gently slipping off your pants but as he went for your panties you jolted up by his touch.  
“Theres no reason to be shy, Sweetheart. Trust me, Ive already seen lady parts and I won’t touch you anywhere you don’t fucking want to”, he said.
”Okay”, you responed quietly nodding.
You looked over to Carl.
You could see that he tried his hardest to not let it show through how difficult this situation was for him.
You had been with them when Lori gave birth to Judith, had helped Maggie to get the baby out of Loris body and had seen how Carl had to see how his mother died.
And you had heard how he finally shot her.
If the situation right now sent you back to the moment his mom died through childbirth, then he would see the pictures before his eyes again also.
“Carl, you don’t have to stay if-”, you said but before you could go on Carl interrupted you.
“I’m staying”, he said determined while you heard Negan chuckle slightly.
You looked back at him, he had sat down on a chair and now he took your hand into his.
“What are you doing?”, you asked looking surprised at him.
“You’re gonna need something to fucking squeeze, right?”, he asked grinning.
That man that sat next to you, holding your hand had nothing in common with the man your friends had to met.
With the man that had bashed your friends heads.
And that confused you.
You didnt know how to get those two versions of him together.
How to see him anyways.
You were about to ask him why he was staying but you felt how everything in your lower stomach contracted again and the pain rushed through your whole body.
You began to tremble uncontrollably as your breath got faster and your heart pumped heavily against your chest while it felt like somebody was ripping your stomach.
The pain brought tears into your eyes and let them fall down your cheeks while you tried to not let the pain drive you insane.
You squeezed the living hell out of Negans hands while he stroke with his free hand over your lower arm, trying his best to help you through your pain.
Suddenly the door hit open and you saw how Eric rushed in, while you felt how the contraction got less strong again but left your body trembling.
“Rick told me-”, he said but suddenly stopped as he saw Negan sitting next to you while you saw how Negan began to grin.
Eric swallowed but walked then over to you.
“So you know how that whole fucking thing works?”, asked Negan looking at the swallowing Eric.
“I’m no doctor, but I helped once…I’ll try my very best", he said to Negan before his glance wandered over to you.
“Trust me”, Eric said while you responded with a nod because you couldn’t get a word out of your mouth.
You tried to calm yourself a bit down as the pain left your body, but you knew that it would come back, and that it would come back even worse.
You looked at your hand that was still grabbed tight around Negans and made his turn pale.
You shocked loosend your grip as you saw how hard you had squeezed it.
“No, no, its fucking okay, just keep doing it”, he said pulling your hand back into his after he had seen your glance.
“Thanks”, you forced with the last energy out of your trembling lips while he began letting his thumb circle soothing over the back of your hand.
“Any fucking time”, he said with a slight smile on his lips.
You stayed like that for not long until the next contraction started that was even worse than the others before and it just kept going like that.
Break and it just went on and on, while the breaks became smaller and the contractions so worse that you had the feeling that it would break your body.
You don’t know how long it went on like that but it felt like a eternity.
“Alright, (Y/N) you have to press”, said Eric and seemed to sound as calm as he could.
You followed his directions but it just felt like it helped nothing while the pain tortured you.
You heard Negan saying words and even if your pounding head and the gaze the pain had laid over you didnt let you hear what he was saying, his voice somehow calmed you a bit down.

The pain of the contraction finally decreased slowly and left you completely done.
Your ribcage went uncontrollably up and down and you felt as weak as never before.
“I don’t know how long I can go on”, you stumbled, your voice trembling almost as much as your whole body while you looked over to Negan.
“Alright, listen Sweetheart, you seem like a fucking brave and strong woman and I fucking bet you’ve went through a whole shitload of crap so you’ll fucking make it through this too”, Negan said calmly while he soothing squeezed your hand.
You nodded slowing your breath down and laying back into the pillow.
Suddenly Eric’s face went as white as a ghost.
“Whats wrong?”, you heard Negan ask concerned.
You looked to Eric and saw his hands and lower arms completely covered in blood while he stared swallowing over to Negan.
”I don’t think that much blood is normal”, it blustered out of his mouth while his eyes were widened.
Your breath got heavier again, while your body began shaking harder.
You didnt know what to do anymore.
Your head was muddled trough all the pain and your body felt like it couldnt take much more burden.
“What now?”, was the only thing you could get out of your mouth.
“I…I make it somehow happen..we have to go through this, theres no other way I can think of”, said Eric exhausted but still determined.
You saw yourself already dead, worse, your child dead and the thoughts of that made the panic increase and your eyes widened, while you began to quietly whimper.
“Shh, you’re doing a fucking great job (Y/N). You’re gonna make it through this, alright? We’re gonna deliver your baby fucking healthy, I fucking promise”, Negan said before he brought your hand to his face and brushed his lips over its back while his thumb kept circling soothing over it.
You tried to allow the feeling to calm you down, you didnt want the pain to take over your head even if it seemed often like it almost did.
And after a few moment his actions actually calmed you a little bit down before the next time wanted to test you again.
Eric did all he could.
Carl glanced supporting at you even if you saw how hard it was for him.
Negan kept sitting next to you, stood by your side the whole time, held your hand and somehow found the right words.
And you, you were trying your best to stay determined and not let the horrible pain get you down that kept trying to conquer your head after it had overtaken your body.
You don’t know how long it stayed like that.
How long the pain washed over you like a wave that tried to drown you again and again.
And even if it seemed almost impossible to you, Negan was definitely one of the reasons you could keep up.

You were almost completely down and out as you heard a scream and with that one moment you were complete awake again.
As your view began to be clear again was the first thing you saw Negan, his face turned away from you but you could still recognize how amazed and speechless he looked into a specific direction.
You followed his glance and saw how Eric walked towards you with a little body in his arms.
The little body of your baby.
As you felt how it was laid onto your chest, the feeling of pure happiness streamed through your whole body and seemed to wash all the pain out of it.
The last hours suddenly didnt matter anymore for now, they were more than worth it.
You looked at the little human that laid just covered by a small blanket in your arms while you felt how warm tears of happiness rolled down your cheeks.
After some time your glance went up and you saw into the faces of Carl, Eric and also Negan whose glances were directed on you and your child.
You smiled overjoyed and couldnt even stop doing so.
You were exhausted but you didnt care about that for now, you were just happy that your child laid healthy in your arms after that torture of birth.
You heard a knock on the door and just moments later a savior came in.
“Boss, the night has already descended. We should maybe leave…”, said the man with a nervous undertone.
“A third of you stay here with me over the night, the others leave. I don’t fucking care who… and now get the fuck out”, growled Negan before he looked back at you.
You looked asking at him before walked a bit towards you.
“Just wanna be on the fucking save side that you’re both doing well”, he said with a small smile on his lips.
It was not alike the saucy grin he had on face when you were standing by the gates, no, this time and also the whole time he was standing by your side it was a honest friendly smile you would never have expected from him.
You should hate him for what he had done and was still doing to your friends, but after these endless hours he had shown another side and you couldnt leave that side unnoticed.
Negan sat down next to you on the cot looked from you to your child after he had softly brushed a strand of hair out of your face.
“Thats some fucking miracle, huh?”, he said looking at the little bundle of joy in your arms.
“Yeah, it is”, you muttered smiling while you the hand of your baby wrapped around your finger.
“I’ll let you everything here you fucking need, you’re not gonna have to fucking worry about anything”, he muttered half in thoughts before he looked with a half smile up and you could see in his glance that he absolutely meant it.

That man who was a monster had also a humane side in him left you couldn’t deny and he didnt just proved it through the birth where he had stood by your side the whole time, he also stayed the whole night after it with you, making sure that you were alright.
You got to see this side of him even more and more and somehow, you seemed to let this side of him grow.

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things i noticed during the great comet

so i saw the show on july 8th with ingrid michaelson as sonya and dave malloy as pierre, i was seated in the onstage banquettes, stage right, on the inside aisle, 2nd row. before i forget all of these little things i noticed and saw that you can’t get from the cast recording, i wanted to make a list. anyway, here are just a few of the things i got from my seat during the show.

- the lighting is truly remarkable. there are a ton of lightbulbs hanging from the ceiling as well as those beautiful starburst chandeliers, and they lower or rise at various points in the show. the lights are all connected, even the lamps on the tables, and they flicker and dim and go wild all together. sitting on stage and seeing all of the lamps in the audience was an experience in itself
- during “no one else,” after the “and flying away like this” natasha was standing in the aisle a few rows behind me and andrey was standing right next to me. it’s snowing on him and she keeps singing and looking sadly at him, while he rifles through letters (presumably from her) and mouths to himself “i love her” and “i love you” and other things. it’s always been a beautiful song, but seeing them a few feet away, and the facial expressions…i cried
- fourth wall who? the entire cast sings a looot of the show directly at people, and there is so much more interaction (at least in my seat) than i could have dreamed. someone sat right next to us during the opera scene, watching through their opera glasses; i got handed a love letter during “letters”; they wink and make faces at you while singing or playing their instruments
- SPEAKING of interaction, during “the abduction” when anatole sings “wait! shut the door! first we have to sit down!” he looked around and then came to where i was sitting on the aisle and frantically gestured at me to move over, pushing until he had room, and then sat on the banquette. he looked around and sang “that’s the way…it’s a russian custom” and then looked back at me and just. stared. lucas steele’s eyes just looking right at me. i giggled for a few seconds, then gave him that “sup how you doin” head nod, and he paused for a second and then did it back. i was so aware that the entire audience was looking at me, and it was wild, people were laughing and he just kept smirking at me. finally he went “alright” and got up and carried on. my heart took a few measures to normalize
- THE CLUB SCENE. there is SO MUCH going on. the ensemble is dressed in like leather, fishnets, neon, sunglasses, and the whole “ohhhh ohhh ohhh, ohhh ohhhh ohhh ohhhohhohohohohohoh” beginning part is just STROBE LIGHTS and it was WIIIIILD. i don’t know how they all move around during that scene without falling off anything. also marya is wearing leather pants and holding a riding crop
- after “pierre & andrey” nicholas belton goes back to the bolkonsky section of the stage and mary looks so happy to see him and goes to give him a hug and he just throws up his hands and pushes past her to sit and sulk, and she looks absolutely devastated
- dave malloy is an incredible pierre. he embodies the emotions and inner turmoil and conflict so beautifully. his “dust & ashes” was gorgeous
- during “sonya alone,” a single lightbulb comes down over sonya’s head, and it’s one of the most simple songs with the least amount of movement onstage and it was fantastic and ingrid michaelson sounded wonderful
- during “the duel” when it’s dolokhov’s turn to shoot, pierre just stands there with his arms outstretched and his head down, waiting for it. after the shot, everybody is still for several seconds and then pierre lifts his head and does that “wait…am i okay” thing and pats himself on the side and stomach like he’s checking for a wound, and then the song continues
- in “pierre & natasha” when pierre sings “she began to cry” denee benton moved away and bent over and started sobbing, and doesn’t stop throughout the next several lines and it was so very distressing and sad
- omg during “the opera” after the first part of the opera actually happens and the music gets faster again, before natasha sings “grotesque and amazing” the lights come up and she and sonya are in their box watching and sonya’s face was all scrunched up like she had just eaten something rotten while natasha was literally doing the :-O face, and everybody laughed

like a million other things happened that i love obviously but i can’t even remember all of them. moral of the story, i loved it and if you can see it, do.

Clonepocalypse 2k17

Alright kids listen up, since this is the last season of Orphan Black let’s bring back an old tradition; the clonepocalypse!

Originally posted by lez-be-honest-bethyboo

What’s that?

Well my friend, on the day of the premier (June 10th) we all change our URL’s to a clone name (saving our original ones of course) and act as that clone for the day or just post funny orphan black jokes. I couldn’t find examples but you can search ‘clonepocalypse’ and it might come up with the posts from years ago.URL’s can be anything from sarahmanning989 to ferdinand123 so long as it relates to orphan black then its all cool


It’s loads of fun, just following anyone and everyone who has a clone or other character as their url. It allows people to follow each other no matter how many followers they have because we’re all just here showing our love for our show. It also creates hype for the upcoming season and since it’s the fifth and final trip, why not get pumped up about it.

What kind of stuff should I post?

Anything!! That cophine fan fic you’ve been working on ,the manip you’ve created but never got around to posting, some classic orphan black memes! And as it is the final trip let’s try something new: You could write a thank you note to the cast/crew/clone club in general to show how much the show has meant to you and tag it as #ThankYouOB . (I actually want you guy’s opinion on this because idk if it should be before the final season or at the end, send me an ask with your opinion)

Alright I’m in, when does the clonepocalypse start?

As clone club spreads all over the world it’s hard to set an exact time, so as soon as your clock hits 12 midnight on 10th June 2017 you can get the party started! 

Originally posted by skylerlockerbie

What should I tag the posts as?

Because not everyone has solely orphan black blogs following them, we will be using the tag clonepocalypse or clonepocalypse2k17. This will also help us find new friends on the day and get in touch with each other

But what if I don’t want to join in?

That’s totally fine my friend! 

So that’s the general idea of the event. I just thought it would be nice to connect with each other one last time and celebrate our beloved show! Happy season 5!

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so what all happened at pokemon go fest for those who dont know

alright i feel like someone should explain what all went down at pokemon go fest (tl;dr at the bottom)

reminder that i left during the event, so i do not know what went on after 2pm

alright so first off, there’s a big ass line throughout Grant Park. No big deal since the fest had 20,000 people attending. This line went down the street, into part of the park, and around the Buckingham Fountain at least 6 times. No big deal, 20,000 people. The fest even let in people 20 mins early, which was pretty nice, but there were only 2 people at the gates checking everyone in. That got super annoying. An hour passes and they finally start getting more staff to help let people into the park. The line went pretty quick then and you’d only have to stop for a second or two.

Getting into the fest, they’d check your bags and you scan in–perfectly fine. They give you a little envelope with a qr code and a badge patch to put on clothes/backpacks/etc. In order to /actually/ get into the fest, you had to go to a special pokestop for the fest and scan your qr code. However, for many people it wouldn’t scan so they’d have to enter it manually in. A minor inconveniance.

During the fest, there were tents set up for teams Mystic, Valor, and Instinct. There was also a merch table, some concession stands, a stage, and a water station. There was also a charging station for your phone (which I couldn’t find but I’m told existed). There really wasn’t much to do except play the game. Since there was so many people on the app, it kept crashing, logging people out, and freezing. Barely anyone could keep the app stay open and working fine. The Niantic team knew of the issues and said they would work on it. An hour passes and nothing has changed. They address that they will resolve these issues, but it kinda seemed like they didn’t even start resolving them or at least didn’t announce any progress towards fixing the issues. Niantic also said there was a new update–which got some boos towards one of the Niantic team members. They also stated that they will give refunds to people and give everyone $100 worth of free pokecoins. It’s not much, but the gesture is nice. Later (after I left) they stated everyone at the event will recieve a free Lugia, which was also super nice.

Other than that, the only other problems would be that there wasn’t enough space for tables or places to sit other than the ground, but due to the recent flooding and rain in northen Illinois, you couldn’t really sit on the ground unless you had a blanket or something.

TL;DR: Only 2 staff members were letting people in until an hour passes (but we got let in 20mins early), needed to scan a qr code to actually participate (which didnt really work), app kept crashing and logging people out, Niantic addressed these issues twice and said they would fix them with an update (which got boos), nothing else to do, no where to sit unless you want wet pants thanks to Illinois’s flooding and rains. Niantic said they would issue refunds, $100 worth of pokecoins, and a free lugia for everyone at the event.


Brother Jungkook tells Taehyung to take you on a date, GONE WRONG. PT.3

PT.1 PT.2 PT.3 PT.4 PT.5 PT.6 PT.7

Jungkook’s p.o.v

It’s been so long since I’ve spoken to Y/N. I messaged her a lot for the first month after we had ‘fought’ but she’d straight up ignore me. To the point where she wouldn’t even bother opening my messages anymore. After that first month, I just stopped. I didn’t call, I didn’t message - I knew I should give her the space she needed, and so I did. 

Our mum eventually found out what had happened between the two of us because I’d constantly ask and check up on Y/N through her. Let me just say, she was not the slightest bit impressed that I put my younger sister through that kind of thing, she even told me to stay away from Y/N for a while so that she could have some time to herself and recuperate. 

Until today, finally messaging her again - I still asked mum if she was doing alright every single day, and each day the response got better. I heard she was happier now, I loved hearing that she was but it also made me wonder whether or not it was because I wasn’t around or because she wasn’t around her ‘fake’ friends anymore. The fake friends being my members. The members were guilty when they all found out what had happened. They read all the messages and all tried speaking to Y/N but she wouldn’t respond. Not once.

I was walking to YN and I’s favourite vender, and Taehyungie hyung decided he should come along so that he could apologise to her officially. That makes two of us to be honest. I haven’t even seen her to be able to apologise to her. 

We got there and took a seat waiting, until I felt a slight tap on my shoulder. 

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Imagine Kingsman’s Enemies Break Into Yours and Eggsy’s House

A/N: More Eggsy because I would die for this egg srsly. Also, this is violent and swear a lot so you have been warned! Enjoy :P also - send in a request if you want, I’ll write anything tbh (as long as it’s Kingsman - doesn’t have to be Eggsy!)

“Hey, babe. You alright?”

“I’m good. What time are you getting home?” You replied, 

“‘Bout thirty minutes. I’ll bring take out?”

Now he was speaking your language. 

“Mhm, hell yes Unwin. Knew there was a reason I kept you around,” You heard Eggsy’s mock gasp down the phone, then a laugh. 

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How to become a good student (again) 1: Slow down to speed up

Hello, fellow ex-good-student! 

If you’re anything like me, you feel this immense pressure on your shoulders, yes? You want to be good, you want to succed, you want to know more, but somehow -… somehow it just ain’t enough to actually get you to do something? Until the very last minute, that is, when all the pressure comes rushing down like a waterfall?

Ah, or perhaps that stress has driven you over the edge and you have achieved the next stage: being so stressed that you’re oddly calm again and nothing really fazes you anymore? Perhaps you have cynically accepted that this is just who you are now? Perhaps you say:

But somehow you fail to say it proudly. Somehow you’re just really unhappy with the state of things, but feel like you don’t give enough of a fuck to really change anything? 
Yes? Well, then this is the post for you!

Let me start with three observations that are less obvious than you might think: 

1) “Naturally” good students (NGS, so people, like you and me, who didn’t have to learn how to be good at school, but kinda slipped into it) are good thinkers. 

2) Good thinkers like to think.

3) Good thinkers are trouble-shooters. 

Got these three ideas lined up? Alright, let’s move on.

These two attitudes above, where do you think they come from? I’d argue it’s disillusionment. 

See, when I got to uni, I thought it would be like school - just WAY better. That would mean professors who fit their programmes around me, personally, who help my mind become sharper by letting it battle against just the right problems and getting taught how to really get to the bottom of life, to face the really Big Ideas, the Final Problems, the Why is the universe the way it is?s.
Instead, it turns out, uni is like summer holidays - just WAY worse. No one fits anything to you, personally, no one picks out just the right problems, no one connects subjects in just the way you’d like it. You’re thrown into a maelstrom of ideas and it’s up to you to do whatever the hell you’d like with them. You’re on your own, but not in the hero vs. bad guy-way, but it in the loner in a crowd-way. 

You quickly realize, uni is just a slightly filtered version of life in all its random glory and sadness. And I think that any student, anywhere, can have this epiphany at any given moment. You don’t need uni to suddenly look life in the eye and be overwhelmed by how sublime, how overwhelmingly huge it is and to realize: There’s no end goal (we know of). Just loads of open ends. An overwhelming amount of open ends, really. 

Now, what do I mean when I say that NGS (”naturally” good students) are trouble-shooters? I mean that we’re good at working well within systems. 
We like to be fed input, to take it apart, to analyze it and to see how you could perfect it even further. That’s why so many of us are drawn to video games or TV series or fictional worlds with their own reward system. We like to figure out patterns. That’s also why we were so good at school - school is a fairly easy system. 
Once you’ve seen through which lessons will be important for a test, once you notice how teachers stress certain things more than others, once you notice you really only need to pay attention in class and you’ll spare yourself so much trouble, once you notice that doing your homework actually does help, once you notice these few pillars of school, you’re set, man. 

I’d like to compare this to thinking on two different levels: a life-level (where you actually do stuff) and a meta-level (where you think about doing the stuff). My preferred analogy for this is a cube.

Ideally, you first figure out the shape of the cube (meta-level) and, once you’re comfortably settled into the system, you work within it (life-level). I’d say that most people operate this way, but NGS are …a little obsessed with this. The basic idea is that the system must first be perfect (or perfectly understood) before it is implemented, so it runs smoothly.  
This is what I mean when I say we’re trouble-shooters. We detect the trouble ahead of time and pew, pew, pew. And, as I said, this works with video games. And books. And school. And subjects. But life? Life looks a little more like this:

No one’s (yet) succeeded to fit life into this box. 
“But”, a little voice inside you says, “But I can try!” (and another, more smug voice, says “And who’s to say I’m not the one to succeed anyway?”)
And, well, I’ve got good news for you! You’ve already tried! That’s why you’re here. In limbo. 

You and I both, we’ve tried to figure out the perfect recipe for life. We tried to figure out when to best get up, when to best go to sleep, what the perfect conditions for studying are, what best to study in the first place, what artsy pursuits to keep doing to flex creativity, but to also focus on practical things and how to figure out the whole family and friends-thing and schedule it somewhere in between and maybe write a book or two. You’ve tried to create the box. I’ve tried to create the box. We both failed.
Let me show you a highly artistic representation of what your brain has looked like lately: 

Okay, fine, I’ll invest a bit more time:

There, that’s your mind. Pulling in every single direction. Is it really a surprise that you’re not going anywhere? Y’know this meme?

Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m talking about. Now, if you’re anything like me, you’ll have a whiny voice at the back of your head going “But picking fewer battles is defeat! I’m sure I’ll conquer it somehow!”
Well, then, let me mindslap you with the cold, hard truth: No. What you’re doing right now, that’s defeat. 


This is DEFEAT. You’re not going anywhere and you’re disrespecting yourself, your mind and the subjects you’re interacting with by spending a fraction of a thought on them. You’re just using them as stepping stones. They deserve better. You deserve better. That’s why you fail to say it proudly. You know that, at some point, you looked at the big, huge mess that is life, realized “I won’t figure this out” and said “Well, I’ll stop trying, I guess.”

I’ll talk more about this in my “Yearn for friendship”-post, but for now, the main take-away is:

You won’t be done with figuring out life any time soon.

So, don’t think “I want to be done with this.”

Think “I want to be doing this.”

Step out of the meta-level into the life-level. It’s okay not to perfectly understand life right now. You’ll figure it out.Trust me, you’ll figure it out. But only by doing things.

Because, see, NGS may be trouble-shooters, but the trouble-shooting isn’t the fun part. It’s the first step to entering a magical world with which you can interact, be it maths, or Middle Earth, or a birthday party. 
We like to think. 
And you’ve been depriving yourself of the fun of thinking by thinking you have to do it in a perfect way. 

“But what if it’s not perfect?”
That’s okay. You’ll get better. And something imperfect that’s striving to be good is always better than nothing at all. Some things you figure out by doing. Life is one of those things. Imagine you’re in a dark street and you want to illuminate it. You can either miserably sit in darkness and try to figure out a way to turn on all lights at once, or you can start with one and let the sight of snowflakes or petals welling up underneath it give you strength for the next. Allow yourself little successes. Allow yourself to have fun with imperfect things. Make the first step. Let it give you strength for the next.”

“But what if I lose time?”

“Be patient. Life will literally last all your life. This is as much time as you’re ever gonna get. Allow yourself to take this time and to take it slow. Again: think not about getting it done, but about the joy of doing it. Time spent doing the thing you love is never lost time. Put the pressure of your shoulders. Trust me, if you take it slow, your brain will speed up because it has breathing room.
Let me repeat this:
If you take it slow
your brain will speed up.

So, allow your brain to think like this:

(or at least like this:

Be patient. I cannot stress this enough. Be. Patient.
Time is not your enemy that you have to outrace. Time is your partner, whom you have to trust. Time helps you to grow. Time helps you to understand. Time literally helps you to BE. 
For me, the phrase that really struck a chord with me somehow was
I will grow as my hair did”, because it a) shows how long it can take for tiny changes to become visible, and how b) they do become visible in the end.)

“But I don’t want to completely lose my grip on the meta-level! I don’t just want to blindly run into one direction!”

“I get you. So did I. So here’s what I did: I made a pact with myself. 
On the 25th of every month (because my birthday is on the 25th, but pick whichever day you like best), I ascend to the meta-level and critically assess my own situation. 
I exit the cube and check if I like what the cube looks like right now. 
No? Okay, time to introduce some big changes. 
Yes? Okay, carry on as before. 
I actually wrote down basic rules for what life in the cube looks like (when to do laundry, etc.), so I wouldn’t have to worry about it during the month and let me tell you, it works great. During the month, I just let my mind slice and dice away (I’ll talk more about the mind as a weapon in the next post) and once a month, I check if I like the results. For me, at least, it’s the perfect arrangement. 

So, be patient. And watch Hyouka - it’s about this very struggle and the MC slowly realizes that, sometimes, it’s worth to spend energy, mind-power and time on certain things. Some things… just take time. And that’s okay.

Grow as your hair does.

(Here’s the masterpost for all the posts in this series: x)

(Part 2)


So. Here’s some art and a fic I’ve been holding onto for…about a year. I’ve been too nervous to post it anywhere because I don’t write, but my chances to post are running out so now or never! 

This is my take on why and how Keith knew Shiro when they met in the first episode. There weren’t many stories like this when I wrote it but I’m sure there are alot now but whatever, just take it. This follows the main scenes of the first episode, with some added details/headcanons and flashbacks added into the mix. Oh, and male pronouns for Pidge because this is from Keith’s early perspective. Beta’d by my lovely friend @x-i-l-verify~

This is also written in a completely platonic light. I love Keith and Shiro as surrogate brothers of sorts, and the team as a family, so if you reblog…

Please don’t tag any ships on this! Thank you!

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The Issues with Steven Universe

This might be a two parter. I had a lot to talk about.

1.  Pacing: This might be a personal thing but it seems like the pacing in SU is a bit all over the place at some points. Like after Jailbreak, I was hoping we’d get more backstory and while we did, we had to wait. Why? What’s the point in delaying the story? is so many questions left unanswered. And at the same time, they’ll rush through story arcs without giving us a good ending. The Cluster is still under the Earth guys. Shouldn’t you try to do something about it? You also haven’t talked about Rose Quartz KILLING HER DIAMOND!

2.   Pearl: Okay, I adore Pearl but let’s face it, she’s a mess. And this wouldn’t be a problem if the writers admitted this. Pearl is manipulative and she can be controlling. There is also her whole ‘obsession’ with Rose even after her death. Yes, there is nothing wrong with a character being flawed but a good character realizes they are flawed and does something about it. And there have been many times where Pearl was called out for her terrible behavior but she learned nothing. I’m still pissed about the Sardonyx arc ended

3.  Garnet and Amethyst’s Lack of Development: In over one hundred episodes, we still don’t know that much about them.  Unlike Pearl, Garnet and Amethyst’s development gets pushed to the side. And that sucks because they are extremely interesting characters in their own right. We know Garnet is a fusion but we don’t know anything else and we barely get to see her have her own episodes that focus on her. Same with Amethyst and out of all the characters, I probably relate to her the most so it’s equally frustrating.

4.   What is Lapis’ Personality: I feel like the writers don’t even know how to write their own character because sometimes, Lapis comes off as aloof and sometimes she comes off as a jerk. Make up your mind! And at the same time, she feels so hollow at points.

5.   Peridot and Lapis’ ‘Romance’: Okay, I wanted Peridot and Lapis to get along but their relationship should still be a bit awkward and uncomfortable.  After all, Peridot used Lapis. Now there are times where someone who was abusive can learn from the error of their ways but it still feels like their whole relationship was rushed. And it doesn’t feel earned. Them having a ‘romance’ doesn’t make sense and it feels like the writers just wanted some kudos instead of thinking the whole thing through.

6.   Lack of Explanation: Alright, one of the reasons I love SU is because of the Gems and how they have their own culture and ideals. And SU seems to sometimes just forget that. We still don’t know a lot about the diamonds, we still don’t know anything about Pink Diamond, we barely understand why Home World is the way it is and we don’t even know what their end goal is. EXPLAIN WRITERS! EXPLAIN!!!

7.  Bismuth Got Screwed Over: So we have been waiting for Bismuth for like literal years, she finally comes around AND THE WRITERS HAVE HER BUBBLED AGAIN!? Are you kidding me!? Lapis and Peridot get to come back and be a part of the show but you can’t extend the same to Bismuth? Why couldn’t Steven just have a nice, long, heartfelt talk with Bismuth like he did Lapis and Peridot? Are you kidding me?

8.   Treatment of Black Coded Characters: Garnet and Bismuth are black coded. I could also argue that Jasper is since she has a black voice actor. And it’s obvious that Pearl is the favorite among the writers. Now this wouldn’t bother me but the black coded characters get screwed over. Like a lot. I talked about Bismuth and Garnet just doesn’t get the same amount of love and attention Pearl does. Why? What’s the point?

9.  Jasper’s Treatment: Alright, now I know she’s a villain. I realize that. But Peridot was a villain and so was Lapis. I think it’s unfair that Rebecca created this character that has some history and just keeps on pushing her away. I want to see more of her and if Peridot and Lapis can both get redemption arcs, why can’t Jasper? There is zero reason why she can’t be saved and again, she’s been ignored. She’s the one who dropped the huge truth bomb! WHY AREN’T YOU TALKING ABOUT JASPER!?

10.  The Art Style: I honestly didn’t think I would notice this but as many artist friends have been pointing out, the art style seems to be suffering. Like proportions, color and so many other things look wacky. Guys, what are you even doing?

Power Rangers + Summer Camp AU

~The rangers are hanging out at Billy’s house when he gets the call about Mission Creek. He signed up to be a counselor there the summer before his Junior year. Of course he wasn’t allowed to be one at the time but Mr. Martin, the head of the camp, let senior campers sign up before they left and once their old enough he calls them up and ask if they still want the gig. Most kids say no, but Billy jumped at the chance. He’d had some of the best times of his life there and he wanted to relive those memories for as long as possible.

~ The rest of the rangers have no freaking idea what he’s talking about when he starts babbling about how excited he is once he comes back from the call. He’s mentioned it to them before, but that was during battle and they weren’t very focused on what Billy was saying.

~“I’m finally going to be camp counselor. I’ve missed Mission Creek so much. I can’t believe I’m going to be gone for the whole summer-”

~That’s when the protests begin, the louder ones mainly coming from Jason.

~“You can’t leave! I nee-I mean the team needs you for battles and stuff.”

~Billy watches in confusion as Jason’s face turns red at the statement while the rest of the rangers just smirk knowingly.

~“I won’t be far, the camp is in the mountains and Kim’s house is about thirty two miles from the grounds. I’ll be there when there’s an impending threat. Don’t worry Jason, I still be able to defend world.”

~“But still what if it comes at night and you’re sleeping and-”

~“You think I’d sleep through a monster attack?”

~“Maybe and who knows how long it’ll take you to reach us from cam-”

~“Two minutes and fourteen seconds. I did the run a few days ago.”

~“Oh.” Followed by complete amusing silence as Jason tries to come up with more excuses as to why Billy shouldn’t go.

~“I’m sure Billy will be just fine  Jason.” Kim tries to reason with Jason but he’s not having it.

~“You don’t know that. You don’t know that.” He mutters and it’s then that Billy and the others see just how worried Jason really is.

~“I can ask if you guys can come with me. We’re usually short a few counselors, I’m sure Mr. Martin will appreciate it.”

~Everyone agrees and Jason can breathe easy again.


~ They leave a week after school ends, which happened to be a week before camp starts and the majority of the gang is ecstatic. Except for Tommie and Zack.

~Tommie hates kids, they’ve never liked them and they’re dreading this trip altogether. And Zack doesn’t like the idea of leaving his mother alone for so long, sure she’s gotten better, thanks to the rangers and their families pitching in for her medical expenses,  but she’s not at perfect health yet and he’s not sure he wants to take that risk.

~Ms. Taylor has to literally shove him out of the house for him to go.

~They take Billy’s van, after the crash his mom’s van was replaced. After she got a significant raise at work, she gave it to her son and brought herself a Toyota Camry.

~Trini, Zack and Tommie won’t stop calling it the mystery machine.

~ Jason gets the Aux Cord taken away from him after he put on Nickelback.

~“It soothes me.”

~“You’re a disgrace y'know that.” (Trini’s Remark)

~They listen to Kim’s playlist and when Mayores comes on she brings up the fact that Becky G. looks exactly like Trini.

~The rest of the rangers, including her girlfriend,  just don’t see it.


~The drive isn’t long and when they get there Mr. Martin runs through everything they need to know within the hour. They have the camp to themselves for a whole week.

~The first thing they do, after Jason makes sure everyone is packed, is hit the lake. It’s fun, until Zack loses his trunks in the water.

~“It’s not my fault, the current’s strong in here!”

~“There’s is no current dip thong.” (Tommie’s Remark)

~They spend the majority of the week hanging out together, when they’re all not in a group they split off into two. Kim and Trini disappear to do god knows what. At least that’s what Zack says but they mainly just hang out in the kitchen eating all the cheese balls, talking and joking around with the occasional make out session taking place. Zack and Tommie usually go do some dumb shit, like hike up the mountain and see if they can jump off into the lake without breaking anything. And Billy and Jason  hang out in the media room, playing ping pong and pool.


~Billy loves kids but its easy for him to get uncomfortable around them. Kids are touchy feely, Billy’s not. By the second day, Jason and the others make sure the kids know to ask Camp Counselor Billy to touch him before doing so.

~Tommie spends a lot of their time explaining what it means to be non-binary person. Some of the kids are little shits about it, but the majority are pretty accepting.

~Zack has these two little girls who follow him everywhere. Bria and Mimi. At first they thought he was cute but once Bria caught him staring at Tommie she realized that he likes them. After that they mainly stick around to give him advice. Sure there like eight years old but Zack takes a lot of what they say to heart. They even set up a tea party date for Zack and Tommie. They made sure to paint Zack’s fingernails and to put his hair into little ponytails so that he can look ‘pretty for Tommie’.

~Billy and the others get to name their designated cabins, they chose the dinosaurs of their zords.

~After a particularly bad nightmare, Billy sneaks into Jason cabin. He can’t sleep and Jason always puts him at ease. Shelby, another counselor, is in his cabin too and he makes sure to let her know where he’s going before he leaves.

~A weird conversation takes place with Mikey, a seven year old, in the morning when he wakes the two up.

~Jason struggles to explain what it means to be gay until Trini walks by and sighs. “Hey Mikey, boy can like boys and girls can like girls. Love isn’t always shared between a man and a woman.” She holds Kim’s hand in her own for emphasis.


~And that was that.


~Tommie discovers a secret love they have for kids when they, Bria, Mimi and Zack are hanging out by the fire. “Kids don’t suck, they’re alright I guess.” She tells Zack as she watched the two run off for smores. Zack nods in agreement, turning away from the little girls to meet Tommie’s eyes.

~ Their gaze intensifies before they close the gap between them and BAM!!! Fireworks!

~“I told you they were gonna kiss, I told ya.” (Bria)

~They pull away laughing and the rest of the gang cheers. It took forever but they finally got together.


~ Kim and Trini escape to the mountain the day before the last day of camp. They’re joking around., laughing, kissing and then Trini just kind of blurts it out without realizing.

~“I love you”

~Kim takes a moment to take in what she had just heard before smiling and pulling the shorter girl into another kiss.

~“I love you too.”

~They spend the rest of the night up there, wrapped up in a pillow and blanket. Kissing, watching the stars and just reveling in the feeling of being together.


~“What are we Jason?”

~ It was an unexpected question, a question that Jason didn’t really know how to answer. They had been closer, closer than friends but not yet together. It was a weird predicament that Jason was unaware of how he got into or how to get out of it. He wanted to take the leap but he didn’t really know how to.

~“I don’t know.”

~He didn’t meet Billy eyes, just stay focused on picking up trash and cleaning up around the camp fire. Everyone else was gone, back to the cabin and now they were the only two left.

~“I like you Jason. More than a friend should like their other friend.”

~“I like you to Billy but-”

~Just as he looked up to face the brown boy who was incredibly close to him now.

~“I’m going to kiss you now, is that okay?"  Jason didn’t know what to say, so he nodded. Overwhelmed by how forward Billy was being.

~Billy’s hands came in contact with Jason’s cheeks and his lips crash against his. For a second Jason froze, he didn’t know how to react. It felt good, it felt better than good. He moved in sync with Billy, melting into the kiss.

~He forced himself not to whine when the brown boy pulled away.

~"We should date. Do you want to date me Jason?” He nods, still recovering from the kiss.

~“Can we uhh, can we do that again Billy?”


~When camp is over, the rangers are reluctant to leave. College starts in the fall and although their all attending Angel Grove community college, they know their summers will be to filled with jobs and internships to even think about doing this again.

~Tommie and Zack share a teary goodbye with Bria and Mimi as they leave. Zack’s is the main one shedding tears.

~The next day, Billy says goodbye to Shelby and thanks her for filling in for him for all those nights he spent in the T-Rex cabin. She says it was no problem before hugging him and Jason goodbye. Her fiancé Tyler is waiting for her in the car.

~The car ride back was bitter sweet.

~“At least we’ll always have the memories.” (Jason’s comment)

~They nod in agreement as they leave the grounds.

~“Hey can I see the aux cord?”



The End.

Sorry this is so long, I got carried away.

Summer’s is almost over and I was just wondering why no one had done this yet, lol. And also if you caught that Dino Charge reference I love you. I really hope this doesn’t suck, please enjoy.  

a night a the lake | various x reader

A/N: BEFORE SOME OF YOU HAVE A FIT, THIS IS POSTED ON. MY DEVIANTART. BAD BITCHES DON’T PLAGIARIZE. STAY IN SCHOOL. This had been an idea in my head for a while and it was so fun writing it.

Originally posted by pinkrainbowworld

If any of you got caught, Captain Levi would kick your assses with no questions asked then wouldn’t hesitate to give you stable duty for a month. You don’t remember whose idea it was to sneak out for a late night swim but you were pretty sure it was you. Actually, it was you. But it was for a good cause!

Its so fucking hot.” Jean groaned as he ran his fingers through his damp hair.
“Tell us something we don’t know, Jean.” Eren said rolling his eyes. Jean glared at Eren lazily not in the mood to fight with him. It was far too hot.

It would be you guys’ luck to have a heatwave on the day you have an ODM assessment, hand to hand combat training and extra chores. Due the the scorching temperature, it made everyone really lazy and in a ‘meh’ kind of mood.

Looking around you saw Sasha sprawled out on the floor muttering something about food. Ymir and Krista were on the couch to your right. Ymir had her head laying on Krista’s lap. Jean and Connie were sitting in an open window looking for any kind of breeze. Armin, Mikasa and Eren were sitting on the couch in front of you. Eren had his legs on the coffee table with his hands behind his head. Mikasa didn’t seem to be bothered about the heat and Armin had flushed cheeks and his hair was in the cutest fucking man-bun. Reiner and Bertholdt were trying to fan themselves from the heat sitting at the couch on your left. And you?

You were sprawled upside down on the couch dying from the heat. You felt like you were melting under Satan’s ballsack. Water is what you needed right now. That’s right! Water! You flipped yourself up on the couch making everyone look at you with curious eyes from you sudden gain of energy.

“What’s up, (Name)?” Armin asked curiously.“
"I have an idea..”

You snuck through the halls with your towel tight in hand being careful to not wake anyone or cause a commotion. You were excited for three main reasons:
1.) You all got some well deserved off time.
2.) You got a chance to cool down from earlier.
3.) Hot shirtless guys. I mean come on.

The deal was that everyone met up at the stables so you all could ride out to the lake. The lake was about fifteen minutes away from HQ. It was probably the most relaxing thing you’ve ever encountered. The water was crystal blue and it had a mini waterfall. One the other side of the falling water was a cave that was nice to float in. There were crystal like rocks that made the walls twinkle. The water always seemed to be just the right temperature to cool anyone down.

When you finally got to the stables you found everyone there and you heard excited whispers filled the atmosphere as you walked closer to the group.

“Took you long enough.” Jean said with a playful smile as he elbowed your arm. You punched his chest lightly.
“Shush. I didn’t want to wake anyone.” You said with a smile.
“Alright. Let’s go before Captain shows up and kills us.” Eren said as he got on his horse.
“He’s right.” Connie said while getting up on his horse.

“Hey, (Name). Wanna ride with me?” You turned around and saw Reiner with a smirk on his face.
“You ride like a girl, I wanna go fast.” You said poking his chest. Everyone snickered at your comment making Reiner roll his eyes.

“How about you ride me instead?”
“Not interested, Braun~” You sang and got up on your horse.


You all had arrived at the lake and it was beautiful. The moonlight shined bright illuminating the beautiful blue water. The water seemed to be twinkling. Everyone got off their horses and tied them to a post nearby before racing back to the water.

This was the fun part: Stripping.

The guys spent little time discarding their shirts and shorts leaving them in their trunks and jumping into the lake. They looked pretty fucking hot if we’re being honest here. They all had nice toned bodies but one guy shocked you in particular: Eren. You expected him to be fit but not this fit. He had a full 6 pack and muscled biceps and the V line. He had the fucking V line.

Your cheeks flamed to a hot red when you realized you were staring and saw Eren, Reiner and Jean smirking at you. Jean something that was inaudible then they started to engage in a conversation. They looked hella suspicious.

You shook your head and unbuttoned your shorts sliding them down and stepping out of them, revealing your (favorite color) swim suit bottoms. Then you quickly discarded your shirt, showing your matching top.

“Hey, (Name).” Jean walked up to you with a grin.
“Hi, Jean.” You greeted him but something felt off.
You suddenly felt a hard slap on your ass. You whipped around to see Eren looking terrified but very accomplished at the same time.
“Eren, what the fuck-” You soon felt yourself being picked up bridal style and headed towards the lake. You looked up and saw that your captor was Reiner.

Those sneaky little shits.

“Reiner, you better not!” You yelled as you both got closer and closer to the water.
“Hold on tight.” You heard him say and before you knew it you felt the water consume your body. You swam to the surface and popped your head out of the water and saw everyone laughing at what just happened.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Reiner, Jean and Eren high five each other.

Jerks. They better be happy that they’re attractive.


“Okay, everyone get into teams!” Sasha said.

You all were having a “nice and fair” game of chicken fight. The teams were: Sasha and Connie, Reiner and Krista, Ymir and Bertholdt, Eren and Mikasa and Jean and yourself. Armin was the scorekeeper.

You soon felt yourself being lifted out of the water and on Jean’s shoulders. He rested his hands on your thighs to keep you balanced.
“Hey, I’m finally in between your legs.” Jean said. You could practically hear the grin in his voice.
“You’re so crude.” You said and rested your hands on his head.
“So you know we’re going to have to fight dirty, right?” Jean said and looked up at you.
“Of course.” You smirked.

You all went in rounds and the winner of each round continued on to the final round. The first round was team Mikasa vs. team Krista. Reiner had a big fucking mouth until Mikasa pushed poor Krista off his shoulders in one swift movement. Round two consisted of team Ymir vs. team Sasha. Because Bertholdt was so fucking tall, they had a clear advantage and quickly knocked Sasha off Connie’s shoulders.

The last round was a triple threat. You and Jean, vs. Team Mikasa vs. Team Ymir.

“You ready to get your asses kicked?” Jean asked confidently making Eren roll his eyes at him. Bertholdt kept quiet but Ymir was throwing him a glare.
“Ready? Go!” Armin yelled starting the match.
You all stared at each other waiting for someone to make the first move. Ymir and Mikasa locked hands and started to knock each other off. You and Jean sat back and watched them go at it until surprisingly, Mikasa fell off of Eren’s shoulders. Ymir raised her arms up in victory.

It was time to play dirty.

“Hey, Bert?” You called for him and he looked at you a bit confused. “You look extremely sexy when you’re all wet like that.” You said in your most seductive voice. Bertholdt froze and his face turned a bright shade of red. Ymir looked down at Bert trying to get him to get him to get focused.

This was your chance. Jean charged at Ymir and Bert and you quickly pushed Ymir off his shoulders. You smirked as she hit the water.
“Wooo!” You yelled in happily. A few seconds later she popped her head out the water.
“No fair, (Name)! You can’t use your hotness to win!” She yelled and you just shrugged. “And I think you broke Bertholdt.” She added on with an amused look. He was still in the same spot with wide eyes and a heavy blush.
“Don’t hate the player, hate the game.” Jean said.


It was getting late so you all decided to head back to HQ. You guys put back your horses and headed into HQ quietly.

It was quite. Too quiet.

“Hey guys, something feels…off.” Eren said looking around.
“Yeah, I can’t explain it-” Armin was cut off by a strict deep voice.
“Can someone care to tell me why the fuck are you all coming into HQ at this time of night?” Captain Levi stood in front of you all with his arms crossed and a very pissed off look.

“We- um-” You started and looked around uncomfortably.

“He can’t beat all of our asses, run!” You all scattered throughout the hallway and ran your separate ways.

Let’s just say training the next day was a bitch.

Princess (Bucky x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys!! I wanted to post this yesterday but I was too tired so, I’m so so sorry anon!! However, I still hoped that you had a great birthday!! I’m sorry but this had a little bit of a nerdy ending but I couldn’t help it haha😅and I wrote an apartment instead of a house instead, I hope you don’t mind. Anyways, enjoy!!!

Request: Would you do a bit a smutty one for my bday tomorrow where you’re moving in your first own little house with Bucky and after unpacking the whole day then end up in a paint fight while painting the bedroom, you have a shower together where things get heated ? ☺️☺️ Later that night you cuddle together and fall asleep in each other’s arms ? Also his POV if you like. That would be really really lovely ❤️

Warnings: smut

“Do I just put it here?” Bucky asked as he placed a box of your things beside you as you started unpacking some of the boxes.

“Yep, that’s fine.” You smiled as you arranged your books on a shelf that Bucky decided to build for you.

The two of you had been together for about two years and decided to find an apartment and moved in together as the tower wasn’t really a place that both of you could have privacy. Both of you from S.H.I.E.L.D., he was an Avenger and you were just an agent, it took a while but you had managed to coax Bucky into giving the relationship a try as he seemed so insecure, but you were glad it worked.

“I can’t believe we’re finally moving in together,” you commented, looking around the apartment. “A small little place just for us.”

Bucky smiled as he walked up and hugged you from behind, resting his chin on shoulder. “I like it though.”

“I like it too,” you replied, as Bucky placed a kiss on your neck before moving away to unpack the other boxes. “Don’t unpack the things for our bedroom yet, I want to repaint that room. I saw some of the paint chipping off and that color was just unsightly.”

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Pairing: oc x Derek Hale

a/n: based on the season 6A finale last night with my own little spin on things :)

warnings: none

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

You pulled your phone out of your pocket as it buzzed. You saw it was a text from Scott. You slid your phone across the screen to see his text,
“I hope you’re alright. I need you to get the rest of the pack to my house asap. I’ve already got Malia, Theo, and Peter. Thanks Y/N.”

You let out a sigh of relief, you had all made it out of this alive. You walked into Corey’s hospital room to see the pack all sitting or standing around the room.

“Guys Scott just texted me that we’ve gotta get to his house ASAP. I’ll drive us all over there. Meet me out at the car.” You said.

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Birthday surprise

Pairing: Steve x reader x Natasha

Plot: Steve has a crush on the reader but he thinks she’s with nat. On Steve’s birthday Natasha and the reader take steve back to the readers room and proceeded to have a threesome with him.

A/n I’m sorry this is shit

Originally posted by marveltho

Originally posted by lethalbarnes

Steve had no idea how he got here but he took a mental note to thank Natasha in the morning. He confessed to her a week ago that he had fallen in love with you and it sucked that he couldn’t have you because you were dating her. Instead of telling him you two were just friends with benefits she made it seem like she was annoyed and walked out the room. She then proceeded to make her way over to you and told you what he told her. From there you guys plan to ambush him at his party and bring him up to your room where you would hopefully have a threesome.

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Skull & Halo // Jack Maynard

Word Count- 1250


Hey! could you do an imagine where you’re a tattoo artist and jack comes in for a tattoo and he flirts with you through the entire process and he asks you on a date?? Also could you tag me in it?? xx

A/n- this was so fun to write! and i’m back :)


You were standing in the back of the tattoo shop with your coworker Ashley.

“-and then he left. I got even more pissed off at him at that,” she rambled one.

You were only half paying attention to the fake red head next to you. Your eyes were trained on the book in front of you.

“Y/n! Are you even listening?”

You were about to answer her when the bell at the front door chimed, signaling someone had entered the parlor. You closed your book, and walked through the opening to the front of the shop.

There were two blonde men; one covered with tattoos and the other with a few small ones.

The blonde with the sleeve was looking at the book full of options as the other, more attractive one, was leaning on the counter talking to the receptionist.

“Alright,” said AJ. “Abe,” he motioned towards the guy with two full sleeves, “You can go with Y/n. And Jack with Ash.”

You smiled at Abe, but he just leaned over to the boy you assumed was Jack. Jack rolled his eyes and said, “Can I please go with Y/n?”

AJ chuckled, “Sure.”

You were slightly offended that Abe didn’t want you tattooing him, but it’s not like he’s the first to do that.

You lead Jack to a chair and starting gathering your materials.

“So, Jack, what are ya getting today?” You asked, focusing on the ink rather than his gorgeous blue eyes.

“I was thinking of a skull,” he explained. “Right here.”

Your eyes followed his pointer finger that was pointing at his left forearm.

You two sat in a comfortable silence as you gathered your materials.

You began to wipe of his arm, “So,” you started.


“I gotta ask, sorry.”

“Continue.” He raised an eyebrow at you, his beautiful blue orbs staring at you.

“Why didn’t Abe want me tattooing him?”

Jack looked over at Abe, you was currently getting his chest shaved.

He sighed, “He assumed you didn’t have practice because you have no tattoos.”

You looked over at Ashley, her entire right arm was covered, along with another tattoo here and there on her body.

You had been tattooing two years longer than she, but Ashley is always getting new additions. You enjoyed making them rather than getting them.

“I would like to add that I don’t think that,” he smiled at you. “I’m sure you make badass tattoos.”

You stood up and grabbed a pair of gloves, “Who’s to say I don’t have tattoos?”

He gave you a curious look.

You smirked, grabbing the gun.

“Please elaborate,” he flashed you that gorgeous smirk. If he kept it up, you might actually die.

“I have a few…” you said. “You just can’t see them.”

He scoffed, “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“Smooth,” you giggled, causing him to laugh too.

“But seriously, what tattoos do you have?”

You pressed the needle to his skin. He didn’t even notice, all of his attention was on your eyes.

“I have four,” you said simply.

“And what are they?” He continued.

“I have a sock on my ankle,” you said as he leaned over the edge of the chair to look. “It represents freedom. You probably don’t get the reference.” You let out a nervous chuckle.

“Of course I do. I’m not an uncultured bloke ya know?” He laughed. “What else?”

Your focus stayed on his arm, “I have a star on my shoulder. My sister has one identical to it.”

He looked at you, motioning for you to continue.

“And I have a quote on my hip.” You added.

“That’s only three,” he said, and your breath caught in your throat.

Jack noticed your muscles tense and the guilt started to rise. You grip on the gun tightened as your focus remained on his half-finished tattoo.

“Look, Y/n, I’m sorry.” He sighed. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. You don’t have to tell me.”

“No it’s alright. Uh,” you grabbed the gun and started to shade part of his tattoo. “It’s my mom’s last heartbeat. It’s on my other ankle.”

Jack was mentally slapping himself. How could he be so bloody stupid? He should’ve quit while ahead.

“Listen, Y/n,” he started.

“No seriously Jack. It’s okay.” You gave him a small smile.

“Tell me about yours,” you added.

And he did.

He told you about the cross on his back.

And the God has a plan on his rib cage.

And the odd symbol on his right wrist which he admitted to getting while drunk and ‘I honestly have no idea what the fuck it is’. He found out about a week later that it’s the Egyptian symbol for life.

And how he got his birthday in Roman numerals.

“Alright,” you said, adding the final touch. “Here it is!”

He looked at it and frowned. Your heart sunk. It wasn’t what he wanted. You had just ruined someone’s life.

“What’s wrong?” You hesitated.

“Uh, nothing.” He shook his head. “I just feel like it’s missing something.”

You frowned as well.

“Okay, well let’s think,” you spun around in your chair and Jack laughed.

“What?” You smiled.

“You’re cute, that’s all,” he said, cheeks getting red.

“Oh thanks,” you were flustered. “So, why’d you get the skull?”

“To remind me that death is inevitable, and that I should go on tons of adventures so I don’t regret anything.”

You pondered, thinking of the perfect thing to add.

Suddenly it hit you, and you smirked at him.

“Do you trust me?” You asked.

“What do you mean?” He asked, eyebrows knitting together.

“Do you trust me enough to add something?”

“Well what is it?”

“It’s a surprise,” you smiled.

He hesitated, “I swear to god if it’s a dick, I’m going to sue you.”

You chuckled, “I wouldn’t do that.”

He sighed, “Okay. Just make it look nice.”

You scoffed and grabbed the gun once again.


After about fifteen minutes you revealed your addition.

It was a halo.

“Oh my god I love it,” he smiled. “How’d you think of it?”

“It’s to remind you that there’s always someone with you on the journeys to take,” you smiled. “You’re never alone.”

He smiled once again.

After you gave him the speech on keeping it clean, you walked him to the front.

You rung up his total at the register, “I’m not charging you for the halo.”

“What?” He said. “Why not?”

“Because it was my idea. Not yours,” you smiled, handing him his receipt.

Abe was standing by the door waiting for Jack.

“Thanks again,” he smiled. He turned and followed his friend outside. You watched him through the faint glass window as he walked down the sidewalk and out of view.

You turned and sighed as you began to pick up your station.

Never going to see him again. Should’ve asked for his number you idiot.

You thought to yourself as you disposed of the used needle.

The door chimed.

“Would he it be possible if I could get your number?” You heard the familiar accent.

You turned and saw Jack standing at the counter.

You smiled.

“Is really like to take you on a proper date.”

“Proper? Are you saying what we had today was a date?” You asked.

“It is if you want it to be,” he smirked.

You wrote down your number and handed it to him.

He gave you a toothy smile and left the tattoo parlor once again.

clotpolesonly  asked:

prompt: Derek comforting Stiles after Roscoe finally breaks down for good, never to be repaired?

i give u complete permission to yell at me bc of how late this is but i hope u like it and thanks for sending in a prompt! <3

Surrounded by silence, Derek brought his arm up to wrap around Stiles, pulling him half into his chest, and pressed his lips against the side of his head. He rubbed his hand on Stiles’ back, attempting to provide comfort to his crying boyfriend. “It’s alright,” he whispered. “Let it out.”

“I—I just can’t—I,” Stiles croaked out. His shoulders shook. Derek knew that Roscoe was important to him, that he treasured Roscoe. He was never able to muster up the courage to ask why; some things are best left a secret, private from the world—it made them easier to hold onto, to cherish.

“I’ve got you,” Derek murmured.

Derek didn’t know how long they spent standing like that, Stiles on the brink of collapse onto the ground and Derek, chest tight, holding him upright. The clouds darkened. The sunset was visible from the side of the highway they stood at. But he never wavered, never complained. A silent dedication, but one that Stiles deserved.

What felt like hours later, Stiles wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. They’d moved in the past hour or two, from huddling at the side of the road to sitting down on a log. Still, Derek knew Stiles wasn’t ready to call his dad to bring along a tow.

“It was my mom’s before,” he began. “When she died, Dad tucked it away into the garage, hiding away a piece of her. I understood though—neither of us were ready enough to see him every day without breaking down. And then, on my sixteenth birthday, there he was, sitting in the driveway like it belonged to him. Dad handed me the keys and said that Mom would’ve wanted me to have him.”

Derek watched Stiles’ chest heave up and then back down as he took a deep breath, probably to settle his nerves. His voice was still shaky. Derek stayed quiet. It was important that Stiles continued when he felt comfortable. Pushing him at a time like this, well, that would be the most insensitive action to take.

“Losing Roscoe … it feels like losing her all over again,” Stiles whispered. Tears ran down his face, but he wouldn’t look away from straight ahead.

“Tell me about her?” Derek asked, his voice soft. He’d been through this over and over again. Losing people, it never stopped being difficult. It never stopped feeling as if the Earth was opening below his feet. Pain would never stop being pain. But it got easier to cope with it.

“She was beautiful,” Stiles stated. A small smile began to form on his face, a glimmer of light in the darkness of the night.

Sometimes what people craved wasn’t someone to tell them that it would all be okay. Rather, they need the presence, the calming support of someone, to just sit there and listen. To listen to their stories among the stars. If he could be that person for Stiles, Derek would sit there forever with not a single ounce of regret.

“This one time, she tried to get our neighbour, Mrs. Engel, to …”  

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