also this post serves as a reminder that mother's day is coming up

7 Thoughts about Power Rangers

On August 28, 1993, Mighty Morphin Power Rangers premiered on Fox Kids. I was eight years old and whether or not I was the intended demographic for the show, I was instantly hooked. It all started with five teenagers with attitudes summoned by Zordon to defend the world against evil forces led by intergalactic baddie Rita Repulsa. Jason Lee Scott (Austin St. John), Kimberly Ann Hart (Amy Jo Johnson), William “Billy” Cranston (David Yost), Trini Kwan (Thuy Trang) and Zack Taylor (Walter Jones) called on the power of the ancient dinosaurs and became a team of superheroes called the Power Rangers and the world was never the same.

Nearly twenty-five years later, those of us who became acquainted with the Power Rangers discovered there would be a reboot of the franchise in the form of a gritty re-imagining of the original team. While initially thrilled about the idea of seeing my childhood superheroes on the big screen, a part of me wondered just how loyal this new film would be to the original source material. Mighty Morphin Power Rangers was a totally kick-ass TV show but even the most die-hard fan has to admit there were some problematic elements in regards to the original series, many I will address later on in this recap.

On March 31, 2017 a couple of friends and I went to our local theater and saw the new film, Power Rangers. One of my friends admitted he was not even born when the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers first debuted and my other friend announced he would have been too old to watch such a show despite only being four/five older years than me. I expected them both to hate it and even braced myself for disappointment of epic proportions. The three of us exited the theater two and a half hours later each raving about how amazing the film was. Below, I will list seven thoughts I have in regards to the film. For those who have not seen the Power Rangers, there will be spoilers in this post. You have been warned…

  1. In the original series, Zack, Trini, Billy, Kimberly and Jason all knew each other and were the best of friends before becoming the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers. In the latest film, our heroes know of each other before discovering Zordon (voiced by Bryan Cranston) but they are certainly not friends. Jason (Dacre Montgomery) is a football star before he winds up in detention (and with an ankle bracelet) after a brush with the law. It is in detention where he meets Billy (RJ Cyler) and Kimberly (Naomi Scott). Trini (Becky G) is a recent transplant in Angel Grove and Zack (Ludi Lin) is a loner who rarely attends class. Instead of Jason being the rallying force behind the five teens coming together, it’s actually Billy who is responsible for the event that eventually leads them to each other…and the power coins.
  2. These ain’t your older brother and sister’s Power Rangers. Our heroes have been re-imagined as more of a modern day Breakfast Club. Jason is a star athlete who loses everything after a prank gone awry. Jason is prone to fits of anger which often-times leaves him incapable of leading the team. However, underneath all of the muscle and bravado there’s a good guy there will a strong moral core who feels the weight of fear, a fear of disappointing those he cares about, most importantly his father (David Denman). Our dear Kimberly, like Jason, used to be one of the popular kids until a sexting scandal rendered her an outcast at Angel Grove High. Billy is a bullied autistic teen who spends a lot of time at the rock quarry because it reminds him of his dad. Trini, the new girl, wrestles with the fact she is not normal like her parents and her two brothers. Zack is trying to deal with the fact that his mother is sick and could possibly die. Instead of our rangers having that established relationship with each other, we get to see them get to know one another before tapping into the power that will ultimately transform them into the Power Rangers.
  3. One of the things my friends and I would joke about in regards to the TV show was how Jason, Trini, Billy, Zack and Kimberly always were together wearing clothing the same color as their respective ranger identities. Anyone with eyes and a shred of common sense in Angel Grove could have put two and two together and figured out these five were the Power Rangers. The movies pays homage to this concept by having each of the rangers wear a pop of color corresponding to their ranger’s color. It’s both effective and subtle.
  4. Morphing is like totally hard, you know? The five of them discover the hidden power coins in the rock quarry and develop superhuman abilities almost immediately. Summoning the armor they will ultimately don in their battle against Rita Repulsa and Goldar takes a lot of time and even after a lengthy training montage (WE NEED A MONTAGE!!!!) our teenagers with attitudes are still not successful in becoming the rangers. I actually like this idea of them not being able to become rangers right away because it forces our characters to learn one another. A team is only effective when it accesses the strengths and weaknesses of it’s individual members. It is only after they are able to truly bond with each other they are able to tap into the power that morphs them into Power Rangers.
  5. Rita Repulsa is freaking terrifying. So yeah, the original Rita Repulsa was a total bad-ass but I never really found her particularly scary. The film’s version of Rita Repulsa (Elizabeth Banks) is wicked and not above murdering any and everyone who gets in her way. Rita even goes as far as to kill one of the rangers. No joke. Another added detail I quite enjoyed about the character was how she was the original Green Ranger who served alongside Zordon, the original Red Ranger. This also makes me wonder, when they debut the Green Ranger in the sequel (of course there will be a sequel) will it be Tommy Oliver…or Tommie Oliver?
  6. The Zords were awesome. I enjoyed the sleek look of the design and their free range of movements. In the TV show, most of the Zords were reminiscent of actual tanks and were big and blocky and a bit cumbersome. One of my favorite moments in the film was the creation of the Megazord and how each Power Ranger controlled a particular part of the machine, i.e. the legs, arms, etc. It really took some coordination between all five rangers in order for them to control Megazord.
  7. The last thing I want to address in regard to the Power Rangers film is how cool it was to see a black nerd character on the big screen. Growing up, I always resonated with the character of Billy because my favorite color was blue and Billy was very intelligent and he wore glasses. Billy was this nerd character who was accepted by those we would call popular. As the resident science geek, Billy also plays a vital role to the team. Another thing I thought was pretty cool was Billy being autistic in the film. I was talking to a coworker of mine yesterday and we were talking about the importance of having visibility in regards to autism in TV and film. Her son is autistic and how coll is it he has someone like him on the big screen as a superhero. Another thing I would also like to point out is the importance of having a LGBT character in the film. Trini is not only the new girl but she also likes girls and because of her sexuality she feels somewhat detached from her family. I also detected a bit of something brewing between Trini and Kimberly. Then again maybe it was all in my head. However, I was so glad they did not play out any kind of romance between any of the rangers in this film. I know there were talks about Kimberly and Jason possibly being romantically-involved in the film which would be a great departure from canon but first and foremost Power Rangers has always been the story of a group of friends coming together to save the world. I would be interested to see if future films do further address Trini’s sexuality because how great would it be to see a young woman fully embracing her sexuality and being a total bad-ass in the process. I know there will be a part of the fandom who will wonder why there needed to be an autistic ranger or a lesbian ranger. Some will even ask, why did they have to make Billy black? These are the same people who flip out whenever there is a character introduced on Sesame Street who has two dads or two moms or a parent that’s incarcerated. Representation is so important because in order to eradicate homophobia and racism and bigotry in our society, we have to acknowledge these people exist! So thank you Power Rangers for going there.

I am thirty-two years old and I have never felt more like that eight year old sitting on the floor of my living room watching Mighty Morphin Power Rangers than I did last night sitting in that movie theater. I recommend Power Rangers to all of you who share the same memories as I do in regards to the TV show. Even if you were never a fan of the show, the story is amazing, the acting was great and it was packed with action. My friends and I definitely had a great time and this is a film I would definitely consider seeing again in theaters and also purchasing once it comes out on DVD. If you have any thoughts or comments in regards to my thoughts, fill free to comment. GO-GO-POWER RANGERS!

so because @bechnaesun​ practically coerced me into exchanging future evak headcanons with her, we present to you everything we screamed about for over two hours. 

even and isak get married. and their life goes a little like this:

  • isak and even adopt twins because they would feel like they should adopt siblings so they never, ever felt alone, even when they inevitably start feeling like maybe if they’re not related by blood they’re not the same, but they’d have each other, always.
  • isak would read so many parenting guides!! and google searches!! one times he just goes on a three hour wild ride of reading parenting blogs online, and afterwards, when even comes to bed, isak is sniffly and whispers, “what if we fuck up their lives forever? what if they end up hating us, and never calling–”
  • and even just presses a kiss to the top of isak’s head and says, “they would never, because they’d have you as a parent, and your love is one of the most powerful things in the world.”
  • isak isn’t totally calm after that, but it helps, a bit, but he also thinks that even may be a little biased. a tiny impressionable toddler is a lot different from your husband, because even’s already seen him at his worst, and has promised to stick with him through the good times and the bad. and besides, he never saw even in his angsty teenage phase, and just think about it they’re going to have to put up with all of that! how are we going to deal with puberty! what if they start dating!
  • even: then we just tell them about how we fell in love.
  • isak: baby, you asked me to smoke weed with you
  • even: it’s okay i figure we have at least a couple of years to develop a clean version of that story
  • so the point is, even with all of even’s attempts to placate isak’s worries, he still insists even follows the parenting guides to a tee, just in case they really fuck up at one point
  • even agrees, but mostly because if they do fuck up, then he’d have something to blame it on

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Part-time job (Woozi scenario)

A/N: This is my first time writing. Like ever. So if you like it, please let me know!

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Woozi/ Reader

You had been working there for a more than six months and everyone knew you loved your job. You were always telling your friends funny stories about ‘your children’ and they would always tease you because whenever you entered a store you would automatically start looking for things the boys needed or would like.

There was always that friend who would drop a “There’s no way you’re not attracted to at least one of them” but you would only gasp and fake being offended while replying “I am their mother

Part of being a mother was sneaking food into their dorms because you knew they worked hard all day so you wanted to be sure they ate enough. The first time you showed up late at night with tons of pizza, Vernon would look around trying to find a hidden camera because, you know, ONE FINE DAY happened but they eventually learned to trust you and were secretly waiting for you at least once a week. At first you would just make sure they received the food and then leave before you all got in trouble but after you bought some chicken and coke for them they insisted on you coming in to eat with them. After a few months they wouldn’t even care about the food, they just wanted to see you because they actually had a good time whenever you were around. You would talk about everything, tease each other and there were a couple of times when you comforted a couple of them who were too stressed. You would try to leave early though, because you knew they had to wake up early the next morning.

Whenever they saw you working during the day they would just bow politely and focus on their job, pretending there was nothing else going on between you. No one would ever think that after everyone went home, you would wait for S.coups’ text telling you it was safe to visit them.

You loved taking care of them and would always treat them like children because you were the oldest one, to what they would roll their eyes and remind you that you were older for just a few years. You knew they weren’t really that young they were all babies for you.

… Except for one. There was that one member that made you stop in the middle of a sentence and forget what you were going to say because you got lost in the way he licked his lips. You couldn’t help but focus on him whenever you were with the boys and the fact that he seemed to be staring at your lips with lidded eyes all the time didn’t help. You were trying to tell yourself that you were imagining things because there was no way a ‘kid’ would be lusting after you and, even if he did, he was probably just confused because you were the only female he spent time with so you should back off to avoid taking advantage of him. You tried to focus on whatever the manager was telling you while the boys were practicing the new choreography but you couldn’t help to open your mouth in shock and drop your cup of coffee when you saw them, particularly him, thrusting their hips rather aggressively. Everyone stopped what they were doing to look at you and all you could do was mumble an apology and start cleaning the mess you had made.

Hey, (Y/N)… it’s ok, leave it” said one of your coworkers while trying to pick up the broken cup for you while the manager lightly touched your forehead and asked you if you were feeling alright. You had to tell them you were fine at least 5 times before they stopped insisting on sending you home however you accepted to take a short break.

You practically run to the bathroom and unlocked your phone trying to find your best friend’s number.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck-“you muttered while you waited for him to pick up “Hello? Are you busy?

“Nah, this class is not very interesting- What? I’m on the phone, you shut up!… So, what’s up, princess?” He asked using that laidback voice that made you love being his friend.

“I like him. Fuck. I like him, I like him so much-“ you said sliding down the wall.

“Of course you do. I like you too” he replied.

No, not you idiot. I’m talking about Woozi!” You yelled running your hands through your hair

“Oh. Oh shit, you want to fuck your job!- What?! Ok fine, I’m leaving, you happy now?” you heard him say to someone (probably one of his classmates)

“I didn’t say anything about fucking him!” you said lowering your voice, suddenly remembering where you were.

“But you would like to, huh?” he asked.

I…yes.” You admitted with a sigh “But I can’t. He’s so young…”

He’s hot, princess. Just do it

“… Oh my god. Why are we even friends?

“I know. I’m too cool to hang out with someone like you” he said making you laugh “Am I still your prince?” you could hear him pouting.

“Of course. I’m the only one who would marry your ass when you’re still single at the age of 40” you said while the two of you laughed and you got ready to get back to work now that you were feeling better. Little did you know that someone had heard everything.


You hadn’t had enough time to visit the boys for a couple of weeks but when you showed up you gave them enough food to feed an army. Mingyu, S.coups and you were serving the food while some of the members were still taking a shower or cleaning when you noticed there was one plate missing.

“Who is not eating?” You asked suddenly getting worried as you thought that maybe one of them was sick.

“Woozi. He is going to spend the night in the studio again” Mingyu said.

“Oh. Please save some food for when he comes back them” you said trying to hide your disappointment.

“Sure but I can’t assure you he’ll eat it. He’s been dealing with a lot of stress lately so he’s been skipping his meals” S.coups sighed.

You remained silent and the boys seemed to understand how worried you were as they looked at each other and smiled.

“Why don’t you visit him and make sure he eats?” S.coups asked casually, his eyes sparkling.

“Me?” you asked surprised.

“That’s a great idea” said Mingyu, who was already packing some food for you to take away.

“I think it would be better if one of you guys go” you said and you were being serious.

“Trust me, he sees us all the time and we probably make him feel even more stressed. A visit from you would be very helpful for him”

You took the bag of food that Mingyu handed you but didn’t dare to move, still thinking that it was a bad idea.

“He really needs someone to remind him to take care of himself” Mingyu said knowing that you were about to give in “You are like our mother so I’m sure you can do it”

That was literally all it took for you to grab your coat and head to the studio.


Now that you were about to knock on the door you were feeling insecure again. This was a stupid idea. “Fuck it” you thought “I’ll just leave the food by the door and leave. He’ll find it eventually” but right when you were about to leave he opened the door and stared at you.

“You’re wearing high heels. I could hear you walking in circles all this time and it’s really annoying. Also, S.coups texted me so I knew you were coming.” he said.

You cursed under your breath and tried to keep it cool “The boys sent you some food. Make sure you take a break and eat something” you said before turning around wanting to leave the building as fast as possible.

Come in” he said taking the food.

You stood still and looked at him. You never knew what to expect from him.

I want to take my break now but when I’m alone I can’t stop working. If you’re here I can’t concentrate so I have no choice.” He explained simply.

You weren’t even sure about if it was an insult or a compliment. “He’s such an asshole” you though as you followed him into the studio anyway.

High heels off. They are giving me a headache” he ordered.

You huffed but still took them off and sat down on the floor. You decided to play a game on your phone while you waited for his stupid break to be over. Since you were here, you might as well rest a bit. He just grinned and sat down in front of you, unpacking the food.  You didn’t even get to start playing when he interrupted you.

Are you going to eat or what?” he asked

It’s your food. You eat it.”

“You haven’t eaten yet, have you? There’s plenty of food for both of us” he replied and pointed at the other pair of chopsticks that Mingyu had casually packed. Well, you were hungry so you picked them up and started eating too.

Happy?” you asked.

He just shrugged and said “Tell me about your day.”

What?” you choked.

“I’m trying to take a break here. You are supposed to distract me” he said.

You really are an asshole. Fuck you.” you said out loud, not even caring anymore.

He dropped his chopsticks and stared at you widening his eyes but then he started laughing. Wow that was something you didn’t get to see very often. And yes, you thought it was hot. You could feel yourself blushing and there was no place to hide.

I guess I am” he said still laughing “but I still want to know about your day

You couldn’t help but smile at his pretty laugh and you ended up laughing too. When you two finally calmed down, you found yourselves talking about how stressed you both were. He was putting the leftovers back into the bag and putting it away when your phone started vibrating. Your best friend was texting you.

You couldn’t help but smile as you replied to his text but when you looked up you saw Woozi staring at you. There it was: lidded eyes looking at you while he bit his lower lip. You almost dropped your phone but decided to pretend it didn’t affect you and return your attention to the screen. Your friend texted you back right in time with a really good joke and you were so focused that you didn’t notice Woozi sitting right behind you and taking your phone away. You turned around to see him looking at your phone, furrowing his eyebrows while reading your friend’s contact name out loud “My Prince”.  You heard your phone vibrating again but when you tried to reach for it, Woozi just put it behind him. You tried to turn around and were ready to fight him but he started doing something you honestly never saw coming: he was massaging your shoulders.

“W-what are you doing?” you asked suspiciously.

“You said you are stressed right? You helped me taking a break so I’m doing the same for you.

“Can you at least give me my phone b-ah!” you gasped when he rubbed your neck just right.

“Don’t you know that phones can increase the stress levels?” he whispered next to your ear.

Fine, just- mmh… don’t turn it off. He’ll get worried” you said. Instead of replying he applied more pressure and you couldn’t help the small moan that escaped your mouth.

Fuck, how are you so good at this?” you asked breathless. You didn’t even notice the phone vibrating anymore. He just chuckled while pushing your hair over your shoulder and placed a soft kiss on the back your neck. His hands felt so good that it took you some minutes to realize he was kissing and biting your neck.

Jihoon?” You started to panic. Suddenly you were aware of everything: his hands touching your lower back, his teeth nibbling your earlobe, the phone vibrating nonstop.

Relax” was his only reply before he started sucking on your neck. You moaned and tried to push him away but he groaned, hugging your waist and pulling your back closer to him.

Jihoon, y-you’re leaving a mark.” You complained but he only sucked harder. “You fucker!” you hissed when you understood he was doing it on purpose. He stopped and leaned his head on your shoulder laughing breathlessly while caressing your tummy.

It’s not funny!” you said. He remained silent for a few seconds and then kissed your shoulder sweetly.

“It wasn’t meant to be funny” he said softly but he didn’t say anything else. No explanation to his behavior. No apology. Nothing. So you violently pushed his hands away and stood up but he quickly grabbed your arm and pulled you on top of him. You were now on his lap, while he was sitting between your legs. You gave him a killer glare but he didn’t seem to be intimidated.

“If this is a joke-“ you started but he grabbed your hips and grinded you against him. You gasped as you felt how hard he was.

“Does it feel like I’m joking?” he asked looking at you straight in the eyes. You didn’t know what to say. His cock pulsating against you didn’t let you come up with an answer.

“I can’t.” You finally said.” You-“

“…am too young?” he interrupted you. You looked away. “But you like me, (Y/N). You like me a lot.” he continued while caressing your waist.

“Sorry, I don’t.” You lied. You were very convincing but he wasn’t having it.

Yes, you do.” He grinned leaning against your ear. “Remember that day you weren’t feeling well and run to the bathroom?” he kissed your jawline. “I was worried so I followed you. I couldn’t just enter the girls’ bathroom so I was going to wait for you outside…That’s when I noticed you were on the phone.” He licked your neck and your eyes widened in fear and embarrassment. You remembered that. You literally had screamed that you had a crush on Woozi. How could you be so stupid? He was now looking at your face and he seemed to find your reaction rather amusing. He bit his lower lip and asked “How long are you going to keep me waiting?”

You wanted to die of embarrassment. Maybe you should just give in? But no, your mind wouldn’t stop telling you his body was reacting this way because he has no other female around him. He’s desperate and now that he knows you like him he wants to use you to relieve stress. Now that you thought about it, it was completely normal for guys his age to have sex. You started thinking about all the other boys back in the dorms and felt sad for them. They needed to have a healthy live and that included sex, even if they didn’t have time for relationships.

“I’ll talk to the company.” you finally said and when he looked confused you added “They can probably hire some women… or men, whatever you’re into for you to do your…things” you said, mom mode activated as you reassured him “There’s no need to be ashamed, your body is changing, this is totally normal.”

He narrowed his eyes and asked “What the hell are you talking about? I don’t want to fuck another woman.”

We’ll make sure they get tested before, ok? They’ll be clean and I’m sure they will keep the secret if they get p-“ He let out a frustrated groan, grabbed the back of your head and kissed you roughly. It felt so good to finally kiss the one you liked but you still weren’t sure it was right to take advantage of his needs so you tried to push him away. He pulled you closer, his tongue deep into your mouth and started thrusting his hips lazily. You parted away, gasping for air as he repeated “I don’t want another woman. I like you. Everyone knows you drive me crazy. Now stop killing the mood and kiss me back.” He demanded.

You were thinking about how much trouble you would get into if someone found out about what was happening when he kissed you again and this time you kissed back. He moaned, finally satisfied with your reaction but wasted no time and squeezed your ass, thrusting harder.

“You look so good wearing a dress. How come you never wear one for work?” he asked casually sliding his hands under it and caressing your thighs.

“I was going to go out with a friend.” You replied kissing his neck.

“The friend who keeps texting you?” he asked and suddenly you remembered him. You quickly stopped and were about to reach for your phone when Jihoon’s hand found his way into your panties and rubbed your clit shamelessly. Your back arched.

Fuck, Jihoon. Just let me reply to his text, ok?”

I’m not stopping you, (Y/N). Am, I?” he asked innocently while rubbing faster. You tried to glare at him but you couldn’t keep your eyes open at how good his fingers felt. He rubbed even faster while looking at your face, fascinated. “Are you close?” he asked when you started shaking. You nodded while moaning and he stopped immediately.

“What the fuck?!” You asked him breathless, frustrated because how dare he making you feel this good and then stop right before your orgasm.

“You should let your friend know that you are fine.” He simply replied.  You just looked at him wondering if he was actually serious but he didn’t flinch so you just grabbed your phone and stood up, hating Jihoon more than ever. When you checked your phone you even had missed calls.

Fuck, he probably thinks I’m dead.” You said as you called him.

Hello? What the fuck is your problem, princess? I almost called the police!” your friend yelled on the other end.

“I’m so sorry, my lovely prince.” You started feeling incredibly guilty. ”I’m fine, I’m just-Wh…Oooh” you couldn’t finish the sentence as Jihoon quickly pulled your panties down and gave your clit a long lick.

“(Y/N)?” Your friend asked but you weren’t paying attention. You were trying to push Jihoon away while you angrily whispered “What the fuck are you doing?” but he looked at you straight in the eye, fucking grinned and buried his head between your legs. You let out a silent scream and started shaking as you were already close to your release thanks to all that teasing not long ago. Somehow you managed to finish the call before grabbing his hair and come in his mouth moaning loudly. He gave you one last lick and kissed your hip before pulling you back into his lap and kissing you hungrily.

How the fuck do I explain that to my friend?” you asked between kisses.

Just tell him the truth” he replied, taking his cock out of his pants and putting a condom on.

“Why do you even have one of those?”

“I’m 20 years old, of course I have one. Also I’ve been thinking of a way to be alone with you to do this. You coming to me today made it easier.” He said rubbing his dick against your entrance.

“Fuck you” you laughed.

“That’s the plan” he said sliding into you, both of you moaning. He waited a few seconds before moving slowly. You were kissing when your friend called you back.

“Answer him” Jihoon suddenly said.

No fucking way.” He thrusted into you harder and made you gasp.

If you don’t answer it, I’ll do it.” He threatened. You glared at him, refusing to pick it up. But he grabbed the phone himself and answered so you took it away from his hands, panicking.

I’m so sorry, everything is fine. I promise!” you said before he asked you anything.

“(Y/N) where even are you?”

“I…” you looked at Jihoon, who raised an eyebrow and thrusted into you. You gasped and tried to come up with an excuse quickly. “I had to head back to work. They needed me to take care of something for a photo shoot tomorrow morning” you lied. Jihoon laughed breathlessly and fucked you harder.

“What? They are assholes, you’re supposed to have the nights off” your friend replied.

I know, they are assholes.” You replied glaring at Jihoon and trying to hold back your moans. He smirked.

“(Y/N) you sound very tired. Have you thought about the job I offered you? You know my dad owns the company. Come work with us and we’ll treat you well, princess.” Your friend said worried. Jihoon furrowed his eyebrows and slowed down, looking at you confused. He had clearly heard what your friend said.

“Your offering sounds very tempting right now. I’m honestly considering it.” You said and Jihoon gave you one hard deep thrust that made you moan out loud.

“…(Y/N)?” you heard your friend’s confused voice but you couldn’t reply. Jihoon was fucking you roughly, he even looked angry.

“….Princess, are you-?” your friend didn’t get to finish his sentence because Jihoon interrupted him with an “Ooh, (Y/N) you feel so good.” Way louder than necessary. You slapped his arm, knowing what he was trying to do but he only continued. “Mmm yeah, baby. Just like that, you take me so well…Uuhh” You panicked and tried to cover his mouth with your hand but then he pounded into you with brutal force and you were the one moaning.

Oh my god, (Y/N) you are totally fucking your job!” your friend yelled before hanging up. You didn’t even have the energy to be mad at Jihoon as you felt your orgasm hitting you. Jihoon followed not long after with a low groan as he spilled into the condom. Neither of you moved. Your foreheads touching, the only sound in the studio was your breathing until Jihoon broke the silence asking “Are you going to stop working with us?”

“…If someone finds out about this, I’ll have to” you sighed. He kissed your lips softly before saying “No one needs to know. Except for your prince” he huffed.

“…He’s gay.” You told him. Jihoon didn’t say anything for a few seconds before finally whispering “Good.” And kissing you again.

“I should have died.”

Cullen: The last time I was here was the day I left for Templar training. My brother gave me me this. It just happened to be in his pocket, but he said it was for luck. Templars are not supposed to carry such things. Our faith should see us through.

Quiz: I don’t think it worked. You haven’t been all that fortunate.

Cullen: I should have died during the Blight. Or at Kirkwall. Or Haven. Take your pick. And yet, I made it back here.

Oh man. This seems like quite an innocuous thing to say, but I think there’s actually a lot to unpack here. I normally choose the top or middle answers for everything, so I’d never heard Cullen say this before. To understand how devastating this line is (and I actually teared up when he said it) we need to understand Cullen’s history.

So, friends, let’s dive into a biography and character analysis of Cullen Rutherford (much longer than originally intended; my deepest apologies to mobile users who weren’t looking for a history lesson today) - under the cut so I don’t hit you with a wall of text. CW for some discussion of torture.

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A Possibility of Perspectives: Aelin and Celaena

In other words, the concept post that no one asked for but I stopped caring over 2.5 billion years ago so we’re doing it anyway.

A while ago I posted something of an opinion piece on my experience reading Throne of Glass. It’s here if you’re interested, but in it I mentioned the idea of having Aelin and Celaena not as the same person, but separate characters with different backstories and motivations. I didn’t explain it very well there, but I’ve been thinking about it for a while and I think I’ve figured out how I’d try to make it work.

This mainly covers potential backstory up to the beginning of Empire of Storms. Also, this isn’t saying what Sarah should have done: this is just what could have been done, or what I might have done if I were to write the same story.

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This Is Us Chapter 2

Jamie had dismissed the IVF story almost as soon as his tires hit the highway to Glasgow for the start of his work week, choosing to focus instead on the meetings he had planned for the coming week. At 30, Jamie found himself the improbable inventor of the world’s best hangover cure.

Tongue in cheek, Jamie himself admitted that need for creating the product and its ultimate success came about due to his own hard work – and the application of trial and error. It took a lot of failed attempts, taking a little of what he learned in each place he’d lived and a lot of hangovers before he got the formula just right.  More time was devoted to testing, packaging, distribution and marketing. After five years of intense effort, Jamie found himself labeled an “overnight” sensation. That always made him laugh.

Jamie had spent a good portion of his 20s, after tests proved he was in remission, and following the unexpected shock of his father’s death traveling throughout the world. He supported himself as a bartender (no’ a mixologist, thank ye very much, Janet), and he was a good one. Charming, easy on the eyes and a natural polyglot, Jamie never lacked for interesting and well paying work.

Having survived a serious cancer at such a young age, knowing as both he and Jenny did the transient and sometimes unfair nature of fate, he embraced whatever opportunities came his way.  He knew men and women all over the world and had lived in over a half dozen countries by his own choice, moving around whenever he had a chance to go live and work in a new place he’d never been.

Yet in every place he worked, no matter race, creed or color, the universal complaint heard most often from patrons were the difficulties inherent in trying to treat a hangover. Working in an industry that was the root cause of the difficulty, Jamie set out to find a “cure.” God knew, it wasn’t anything like the cures that actually saved lives– his own came readily to mind– but it was a small service that would improve the quality of life for lots of people. In a very small way, and with no little irony, Jamie thought of it as paying it forward.

The launch of the hangover curing soda called Slainte eight months ago had been the result of years of experimentation, refinement and product development culminating in a runaway success. He’d had the good fortune of finding a crackerjack chemist in a woman named Geillis Duncan. He promptly put her in charge of manufacturing and quality control. Jamie started small, using his cousin Jared’s facilities on the outskirts of Paris to refine the process and soft launch the product using Jared’s very impressive wine distribution channels.

Jared’s contacts and mentoring had saved Jamie months, if not years, of work building brand recognition. Jared’s buyers created the kind of social media buzz that made the product a poster child for successful word of mouth marketing.  

Sales were so strong that when it came time to find a permanent home for the company, Jamie could have picked almost anywhere in the world and leapt at the chance to come home and make it locally. In addition to overseeing all of the various production and distribution channels, Jamie was, for now, the face of the brand. At 6’3” with broad shoulders and red hair there was little he could do to fly under the radar.

Enough footage of his early bartending skills had come crawling out of the wood work, regulars, tourists, promos filmed long ago for other reasons filled You Tube and Facebook – more than enough to keep the masses entertained as they “discovered” and repurposed old postings of him in action from Thailand to the Bahamas.

Looking at it as objectively as possible, Jamie admitted he was quite a ham. He had nailed pretty much every trick in the book. He could look at clips of himself years ago and laugh–a good bartender was also a good performer and he played his role well.  

There was also the unavoidable curiosity that came with his life story: mother and brothers dying in a car accident when Jamie was in primary school, Jamie’s own cancer diagnosis and the sudden death of his father all made for an unusual back story. Jamie was not naive about how it all played in the media. But that didn’t mean he had to like it.

Jamie was hoping to convince Fergus, the company’s incredibly photogenic sales manager or his cousins Rupert and Angus, who worked under Fergus, to consider taking over more of the PR duties to try and preserve a little of his privacy. Murtagh, for all of his dour countenance was a crackerjack marketer and had already scripted a line of commercials featuring Egg Head and Lard Bucket (as he jokingly referred to them).

“And the best part of all, I just need to buy them lunch on Monday afternoon and listen to them talk aboot their weekends and how they’d be up shite’s creek without a morning dose of Slainte The damn ads practically write themselves!” Jamie laughed when Murtagh said that, picturing it all too clearly.

For all of the difficulties and harsh realities fate had served him up in his first twenty-five years on the planet, now he was feasting on good fortune and sunshine. Jamie knew better than to take even a minute of it for granted. He’d dropped out of university to devote his energy to getting well. After his father died, he’d needed to get away and travel, lose himself in a life beyond the sorrow and sadness that had marked too many days of his youth.

Jamie might not have a degree but he considered himself an educated man, he had life experience and good sense. His team would be the key to his success and whatever he didn’t know at the moment, he could learn over time.

He wished with all his heart his father was alive to see this all come to pass.  Brian Fraser would have been satisfied to know Jamie was happy and healthy, still he’d have been quite amused by how his son had made his mark in the world.

Thinking of Brian Fraser reminded him of the IVF story. Being back in Scotland, spending time with his sister’s brood made him increasingly aware of his desire for a family of his own. Thanks to his father’s foresight he had a chance of doing that for Brian was the one who had insisted that he bank his sperm a decade ago when they learned Jamie had Hodgkins Lymphoma.

Mortified at the idea of talking to his father about masterbating into a cup, Jamie could barely look at him, face flaming bright red. His father was insistent and would not let Jamie’s youthful immaturity get in the way of the conversation. Brian  presented it in a very matter of fact manner.

“Jamie, I ken ye dinna want to think of such matters and I’d no’ mention it if it wasna for the fact that the oncologist was insistent about it. The chemo might make it impossible for you to father bairns in the usual way. There will never been another time to decide so I must talk to you of it now.” Brian’s eyes held him, willing Jamie not to turn away or hide. The subject matter of children far too dear to his heart to let it go entirely.

“Lord knows we have enough of a fight on our hands as it is to get you healthy. I ken that’s all yer thinking of now, as it should be. For me, though, well, the work of a parent is to use what ye learn in life and pass it along. Your Mam,” Brian began and Jamie saw his lashes get wet with unshed tears. Jamie swallowed hard, Brian almost never spoke of his mother or brothers.

“Ye kent I loved her well?” Brian’s eyebrows rose in question and his son nodded. “There is no finer feeling, my son, than sitting with your wife in front of a fire of an evening, holding her and feeling your child moving within her,” the tears did fall then. Jamie nodded again, he could not speak.

“So, even if you canna picture it now I want you to have the choice, and if you dinna do it now, you might never be able. So if it were me, I’d take the chance and tell you to do the same just in case.”

Brian had guessed right, starting a family, having a wife, all of that was so far from his frame of mind that it wasn’t real to him. Left up to his own devices, Jamie would not have done it. But, for his father’s sake, for his peace of mind, there was nothing Jamie wouldn’t do.  Jamie knew that his father was scared of losing him, having lost two sons already. His father had been Jamie’s rock and his support had been what got Jamie through, helping him find the strength to keep going on some very dark days. So he didn’t regret preserving the chance to make Brian a grandfather. Fate, unfortunately had once more intervened and Brian never lived to see any of his grandchildren, hadn’t even seen Jenny wed Ian.

Many times since then Jamie had sent prayers of thanks to his Da for having thought ahead. His father was right. His greatest joy would be to have his own children’s feet pounding the familiar paths of Lallybroch, shouting laughter, calling up to Heaven loudly enough for his parents and brothers to hear and be comforted that they all lived on through himself and Jenny and the family they kept close.

KHR- I've Got an Ace Up My Sleeve and a Diamond in My Chest Part 1

By Ciel Leon

AN: Okay, so this fic was inspired by several authors, namely @hraap, @araceil, @reighost, and @blackkatmagic who unknowingly dragged me into this fandom through their astounding fanfiction works for this fandom. Their writing is amazing and in the end, I couldn’t stop myself from writing this fic. Admittedly, I was eager to post this, so Im writing this AN a few days after I first posted it, but I was having trouble figuring out a good summary for it, which I now have. Anyways, hopefully people enjoy reading this, I’m working on typing up Part 2 so that might be posted soon and I may posted on AO3 as well.

Summary: The Hibari family isn’t human, they never have been and never will be- and while Kyouya hates humans with a passion, Sawada Tsunayoshi becomes an exception. That doesn’t mean that everything works out for the better though.

Chapter Warnings: Perpetually angry!Kyouya, Immortal!Kyouya, Supernatural.

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Despite what his parents think he doesn’t need to be reminded of what they are. He remembers what it was like before, knows what led his family to where they are now.

At times he believes his parents forgot, that despite his age at the time, he was still old enough to remember. He carries the knowledge like a weight in his chest and a fury in his veins. Cast out, banished, forced to be among humans who know nothing, and understand even less. Humans are weak, ignorant despite their arrogance. Meer animals that walk upright with opposable thumbs, stuck to the ground by gravity, fragile in form with the possibility of death following the instance of each inhale and exhale.

His parents frequently tell him ‘don’t forget…’. They whispered it to him when he was young, and even now, they speak the words to him with every farewell.

He has never forgotten and he will never forgive. His parents however, at times it seems like they have. For all their continuous reminders, they are the ones who adapt. They are not human, but his parents have come to display human tendencies and habits, and at times he is left feeling a resentment that holds deep despite his love for them.

It’s this behavior, in addition to his distaste for humans in general, that stirs his loathing for the human race.

Disorganized. Disloyal. Weak. Ignorant. Arrogant. Self-serving. Cruel. Dishonest.

The list of negative characteristics he notices in humans grows ever-longer as he ages, much like his loathing for the race.

What eventually occurs is inevitable.

He gets fed-up, and the moment he does, he is struck with a moment of clarity.

He cannot fix the human race. Doing so is an impossible feat to consider. But perhaps, just possibly, he might be able to change some. It would have to be a relatively small group, but maybe he could change some for the better. They won’t be perfect, humans are no longer meant to be, but improving some may impact the rest.

So he’ll start small, and if his true nature comes to the forefront…well, more incentive for the humans to get with the program.

Hibari Kyouya is a name that inspires fear all across the city of Namimori, and when it doesn’t do that, it sparks resentment and at times even respect.

No one was quite sure when the Habari family made Namimori their home, and it now seems like they were always present despite the fact that Hibari Kyouya’s parents are rarely seen within the city itself. Kyouya himself is already leaving his mark, almost vindictive in the whirlwind of violence that leaves rule breakers and criminals alike with a newfound fear of the youngest Hibari. The police have cracked down hard, rather than give up and let Kyouya and his committee handle the crime. Amongst the officers it has become some form of a one-sided competition, as the officers attempt to bring in more criminals than the Disciplinary Committee and Hibari himself. The buildings remain clear of graffiti, gangs have been painstakingly uprooted and completely removed (either by force or assimilation into the DC), the crime rate has fallen significantly, and any new instance of rule breaking is snuffed out with a vengeance.

It’s somewhat strange to Namimori civilians when they consider the youngest Hibari and compare him to his parents.

Hibari Sen is beautiful, despite almost being an older female version of her ferocious son, her long black hair always pulled up in elaborate up-do’s to go with the elegant dresses or kimonos she wears when she’s seen in public.

In contrast, Hibari Akihiko is a musculature brunette with dark brown eyes that almost look black. Short cropped hair that only contributes to his stern composure. Both parents of the Head of the Disciplinary Committee appear kind and professional in comparison to the wild aura that follows at Hibari Kyouya’s heels.

Those who know Kyouya are left exceedingly confused in regards to where his behavior came from. After all, neither his polite mother or stern father seem to be people that would tolerate that behavior, and yet, Hibari Kyouya never appears to change over the years- much in the same way that Tsunayoshi Sawada continues to appear to be a cute if useless child (in their eyes).

Where the adult citizens of Namimori see only a bloodthirsty brat and a child who can’t do anything right, the youngest Hibari sees the world in different eyes- see’s the world and the people in it as distasteful and Tsunayoshi as one more example of the sort of cruelty humans can inflict on one another.

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Summer Love - Sanha

Word Count: 2356

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You and Sanha are counselors at summer camp together.

A/N: guys i finally got over writers block i’m so happy i really hope you guys like this fic because i actually really like this one and also because its the longest one i’ve ever posted on this blog(:

Summer: a time meant for midnight swims and trips to the beach, ice cream cones that dripped down the sides, and awkward tan lines that would no doubt linger into autumn’s chilly embrace. It was days spent in the company of those that made you laugh until you cried which morphed into nights spent sprawled out on the grass as you studied the twinkling lights strewn haphazardly across the heavens. It was road trips to nowhere and hours spent curled up with a book, testing the limits of possible because without the constraints of school, you were finally free to do so. At least, you were supposed to have been able to.

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“Split” -my life with D.I.D and Hollywood

“Split” -my life with D.I.D and Hollywood

May 4, 2017

“Split”-My life with D.I.D and Hollywood

With the movie “Split” hitting the screens I thought now is the time to share my personal experience with D.I.D (Dissociative Identity Disorder)

I have had D.I.D from childhood. Dissociation helped me disappear into my mind when enduring severe childhood traumas. I learned to successfully, seamlessly switch from one part of me to another, at first to create a stronger me or a sweeter me or a manipulative me to survive the horrors and betrayals.

Dissociation kept me alive and developed into a coping skill for stress that I continued to use through high school, college, marriage and childbirth. Dissociation also served the need to keep the traumas hidden from my conscious mind. I feared revisiting those horrors could be lethal. All my split off “parts” feared the childhood threats to never tell anyone or a pet or my family would be harmed.

After a life-threatening emergency surgery in my late thirties, those inner cries screamed louder and and the nightmares and depression nearly killed me with suicidal attempts.

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The Exodus According to Jewish Tradition

Part 1: Yosef and his Brothers

So, I would like to do a series of posts illustrating Yetzias Mitzrayim (The Exodus from Egypt) according to the Talmud/Midrash. Since the Talmud and Midrash are incredibly vast, I’m going to put some limitations on where I’m going to go, in order to provide a basic story.

In a place where there are multiple interpretations, I intend to bring a basic one in order to keep the flow, as opposed to a convoluted one that implements more complex or deeper methods of biblical exegesis (There are tons of different rules in that, and this is not the time or place to explore them). I may occasionally hint to or explain what the lesson is for us in details of the story, but in general I will try to keep to basic storytelling.

I will be proceeding in chronological order, but because this post could end up being massive, I will be dividing it up into narrative sections, so I present to you the first one, “Yosef and His Brothers”.

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Royal Affairs
Mature, Chaptered, Jercico, Royalty AU
By Organization for Transformative Works

The light wakes Nico before the knocks on his door. It is November, and although temperature rarely ever falls below zero in the south, the air in the room is crisp enough to make Nico’s cheeks sting. Reluctantly, he pushes the thick covers aside to climb out of his bed, quietly wishing to have just one day where nothing was expected from him. Nico stands slowly, straightening his shoulders and pulling over a large fur-coat that he keeps next to the bed for mornings as cool as this.

The fire on the far side of the room is already burning, which means his servant, William, has already been here while Nico slept. It makes Nico smile, if only a little, to think that Will has let him sleep in again, especially on a day like this. His father can’t be pleased about it, probably will try to have a word later, but Nico knows that at the end of the day, the old man really doesn’t care as long as it doesn’t affect his duties.

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Abduction of Persephone + other Greek Parallels

I was rereading v14 a while back and I found it interesting how the myth surrounding the Abduction of Persephone was strikingly familiar to some events in v14.

Persephone stood alone in a field of flowers:

When from a crack in the Earth came the God King Hades:

and through a violent abduction, stole her away to the Underworld:

Where she became, as Homer describes her, “the formidable, venerable, majestic princess of the Underworld, who carries into effect the curses of men upon the souls of the dead.” However, this only occurred after having eaten the pomegranate seeds—of her own will—so she could obtain timai (honor), and said Hades to Persephone, “while you [Persephone] are here, you shall rule all that lives and moves and shall have the greatest rights among the deathless gods.” 

Translation: “You will have rights with me and power, I will treat you well instead of just the girl who trails behind her mother,” which was unheard of at the time: a man giving a woman power (a Dove giving a half-ghoul a chance at life, power, and sanctuary)

 And so, I decided to delve back into mythology again with the help of the Homeric Hymns (which the above quote is from) and a few other sources (coughWikipediathankyou) and found a huge number of parallels between TG/:re characters and their Greek counterparts, especially between Persephone and Kaneki/Haise

Especially since modern/romanticized Persephone is very inaccurate, and many modern renditions fail to mention that Persephone was one of the most feared goddesses in Greek mythology and was not just the innocent flower maiden who was kidnapped by big bad Hades.

Posting under a cut because scrolling through long posts on your dash can be the biggest pain in the ass  <(*・ω・)>

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i’m tired of capcom’s shit and i feeling bleh, so consider this: apollo the chef

  • apollo being one hell of a good chef and loving cooking meals because it serves as stress relief and it always tastes amazing and it reminds him of his adopted family. its also an excuse to have the people he loves over, and after particularly long hard days at work he loves nothing more than to come home, turn up the tv or the radio and lose himself in cooking
  • apollo having a tradition of having family and close friends over his apartment every sunday, which includes trucy, clay, mr terran and his adoptive mother. sometimes he extends the invitations to ema, especially if she’s had a rough week,and the atmosphere is always welcoming and happy and everyone always leaves with a smile on his face
  • apollo never letting anyone in his kitchen, because they’ll only mess it up, and it’s your chance to relax, damnit, sit down and let me feed you
  • everyone’s super grateful for the break and the chance to catch up and looks forward to sundays more than anything
  • klavier post AJ lonely and miserable and distant, and although apollo isn’t exactly sure what to do, if he should be the one to do something, but apollo ends up reaching out to him and inviting him over to make sure he’s okay. klavier refuses every week because he doesn’t want to interrupt something so personal,and he doubts that he’d be welcome
  • klavier genuinely dying to attend because he wants friendship and warmth and comfort but it takes weeks for him to become confident enough to attend
  • he knocks on the door clutching a tub of his own food, and chocolate and wines because he stood in front of an aisle in the supermarket for twenty minutes trying to decide what to bring- so he brought it all- and apollo laughs and tells him he didn’t have to bring a thing, though he’s very grateful
  • people greeting the newcomer with bright smiles and surprisingly loud hellos that somehow catches klavier off guard, even knowing that most of the people are related to apollo ‘no volume adjustment allowed’ justice. they’re all sitting around the table and chatting, and trucy jumps to her feet to cuddle him and gush about how glad she is he’s here, how happy she is. her hug is crushing and hurts his ribs but klavier can’t help but hug her back, and bask in the warmth in his chest
  • clay greeting him with a ‘hey man, how you been?’ and a clap on the back, even thought they’ve never met before. mama justice and mr terran shaking his hand and looking a little starstruck, but never bringing up his fame or recent incidents and klavier’s so grateful for even the illusion of normality
  • clay and apollo lightly bickering with their parents in korean and spanish, respectively, and klavier and trucy sit there helplessly like :’) 
  • mama justice trying to take over the kitchen and apollo’s like mama sit down i’m trying to cook get out from under my feet and klavier’s watching them scurry about in the kitchen complaining about each other’s methods and they’re so close it hurts klavier a little to think about his own mother, a face he could barely remember if it wasn’t for the few pictures he possesses
  • mama justice and apollo arguing about tradition vs apollo’s spontaneity and mama justice slow cooks everything while apollo burns the fuck out of his food and she yells at him about “the impatience of youth” 
  • trucy entertaining them with a few tricks she had been practically and mr terran like !!! when she pulls doves from klavier’s jacket, and when food is served apollo’s flushed but happy and everyone gets mounds of food on their plates and klavier’s very doubtful he’s going to be able to eat it all
  • he does, because the food is delicious and he’s surprised that apollo holds so many talents but he’s stuffed afterwards- and then trucy tells klavier about the rules that everyone has to take seconds at the very least and he’s like :’) please no
  • klavier eating two and a bit plates and having to throw in the towel (clay hoovers up everyone’s leftovers) and they all have to migrate to the living room either and it’s kind of cramped but there’s multiple people crowded on one sofa and everyone’s smiling and so is klavier and it’s been so long since he felt at peace
  • trucy curling up against apollo and napping and he just throws his arm around her and mama justice coos at her babies and declares trucy is now her daughter and she’ll fight anyone who says otherwise
  • afternoon turning to evening turning to night, and apollo’s surprise desert is completely demolished by hungry mouths and clay’s telling anecdotes and klavier’s laughing so hard he feels a little ill
  • klavier leaving delighted and even when the door shuts in his empty apartment his mood can’t be brought down
  • klavier gavin becoming a regular face every sunday, bringing treats for trucy and flowers for mama justice and food for the others, sometimes entertaining himself, and the process of healing is slow but it’s not as hard any more, doesn’t seem as daunting
  • mama justice adopting klavier as one of her own (little does she know she’ll be attending the klapollo wedding in a few years) and taking care of the boy with the sad eyes, always making sure he’s well feed and content and hugging him in greeting and goodbye
  • mama justice seeing the way apollo and klavier are looking at each other, all soft and shy and just being all B)
  • catching them smooching in the kitchen one day and even more B)
  • mama justice and healing klavier and hispanic apollo
Discworld: Mother of Dragons

500 Followers! Thank you all so much, it’s been a wild ride since I started posting fanfic earlier in the year and my activity feed went totally nuts. My first ever fic on here was a Discworld one, so it seems only fitting I celebrate with you now by returning there. Thank you for the support, your comments and being wonderful people. Have some Sam Vimes being Vimes <3

                                Mother of Dragons (Ao3)

Commander Sir Samuel Vimes was on his day off. Which was to say he was currently doing work from home, and waiting on the inevitable call from the Yard which always seemed to come when life handed him nothing more complicated to handle than another coffee with the morning post.

It was a glorious spring day in Ankh-Morpork, the kind of day where the sun is deceptively bright, the skylarks are singing, and the dragons were in heat. Technically dragons were always in heat, it was— as it were—fundamental to their physiological structure. But there was only ever that special time once of year, where a lady dragon and a boy dragon (though one should never judge) might size the other up and decide to risk the maneuvers that went in to the act of what could quite literally be, explosive mating.

Vimes had heard the expression “survival of the fittest”, but as he sat reading at the breakfast table, listening to the mating call of what could only be described as a dented water boiler heating up—punctuated by the occasional hiccupping implosion— he thought it ought to be “survival of the luckiest and/or the stupidly brave.”

It didn’t quite roll off the tongue as well, but it was more accurate at least.

This being dragons of course, it wasn’t as simple as trying to keep the pen doors closed and reminding yourself not to light a match before the air had cleared. No, this was dragons, and that meant that Mother Nature had done everything in her power to make life as complicated for the poor buggers as possible.

The eggs were ready to hatch. Eggs which had been so carefully nested and kept warm for the last eleven months, and so possessively protected you didn’t dare reach into the pens with anything shorter than a ten foot pole with a lump of coal on the end…and now in the frenzy to create more eggs, they were being trampled.

“It’s their instincts you see,” Sybil had told him, dabbing at her eyes with a lace handkerchief covered in soot. “They only have enough room in their heads for one at a time, and the need to create more eggs outweighs the other. It’s all about continuing the bloodline.”

Vimes hadn’t said anything, not because he couldn’t think of what to say but because he could think of exactly what to say and it was not something Sybil would ever want to hear. So instead he’d patted her arm and taken the broken mess from her cradled arm and…well, what did you do with a thing like that? Which was how he’d come to learn the secret from Willikins of just how the rose bushes were quite so hardy and flowered longer than any other rose Vimes had ever known.

Poor little buggers, he’d thought, and promptly pricked his finger on a thorn.

Still all hope was not yet lost, so far this morning, very early this morning in fact (there is nothing quite like an amorous dragon outside your bedroom window to wake you up at four in the morning) Sybil had counted no less than five new wyrmlings, all as happy and healthy as a swamp dragon can ever hope to be. Which isn’t saying much, but it was something. He’d peered in around the door, sometime around dawn and found her stooped over the nearest pen, one of the many interchangeable Emmas waiting patiently with what Vimes could only think of as ‘the iron cradle’. Both women, fully armored and armed with what passed for swamp dragon corralling gear, had waved at him with their giant oven mitts.

“Should have another five by lunch!” Sybil had called out cheerfully, and Vimes had smiled, nodded and made a hasty retreat before anyone could try and hand him anything hotter than a cup of coffee.

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Title: Deck The Halls, Bitches | Part One: A Dominatrix for Christmas

Rated: T for trouble (and mild adult situations and language)

Summary:  One week before Christmas and Lucy realizes she has a problem. In her frustration, she may or may not have told her entire extended family she was bringing a date to Christmas. She lied. Cana’s solution? A Craigslist Ad posted by one Natsu Dragneel. Too much whiskey, crazy family members, and a multitude of awkward situations only serve as obstacles. There will be casualties.

Word Count: 7728

It’s a slow night at the Iron Dragon—which is ironic given the impending holidays. Usually there are more people looking to get wasted before having to visit the relatives and braving snowstorms. Or maybe that’s just Lucy—and Gajeel and Lucy are busy wiping down the counter as the clock ticks passed midnight. Well, Gajeel is wiping down the counter. Lucy is sitting on the bar and chatting with Cana and “shirking her responsibilities” says Gajeel.

Lucy rolls her eyes and tosses her right leg over the left, blatantly ignoring her grumbling coworker and continuing to chat with her tipsy friend on the other side of the bar. Cana’s the only one left here anyway, so it’s not that big of a deal. A slight health code violation, maybe, but unless Cana’s been lying to her for three years and is secretly a health inspector, Lucy doesn’t think there’s anything to worry about.

“So what are you doin’ over the holidays?” Cana slurs, wobbling slightly as she leans back on the legs of her stool. Cana’s eyes narrow in concentration as she takes another shot of vodka, her tongue poking out slightly as she tries to balance on the back two legs.

Wrinkling her nose, Lucy’s lips turn into a frown and she sighs, glaring half-heartedly down at the rag next to her thigh. Her gaze shifts back to Cana, who’s looking at her expectantly while still trying to maintain her balance and not face plant onto the bar. Lucy groans. “Please don’t remind me of break,” she pleads. “I tried to schedule work over Christmas, but Gajeel’s dad wouldn’t let me.” Lucy supposes she’s a little bit ungrateful that she actually has the holidays off work. There are plenty of people who would love to go home and visit their families and take a much needed break.

Lucy is not one of these people. She’d rather be stabbed in the leg than go home for Christmas this year, because a) her family is absolutely bonkers, b) someone is probably going to wind up in the hospital like every other year, and c) she doesn’t have a date. That last one wouldn’t be a problem, except she’s kind of spent the last six months telling everyone she was seeing someone, if only to get her dad off her back.

Fat lot of luck that turned out to be. She’d completely forgotten about that white lie until her father called her in the middle of a shift and Lucy kind of, maybe, accidentally promised that her nonexistent date would be coming home for Christmas. Oops.

Behind her, Gajeel mumbles something unintelligible, but before Lucy can politely demand that he not mumble, Cana lets out an indignant squawk. The bar stool slams back onto all four legs and Cana’s palms slap down on the bar on either side of Lucy’s legs.

“What do you mean you tried to schedule shifts over break,” Cana demands more so than asks. “Are you telling me you want to continue working twelve hour nights shifts during the most hellish time of the year?” Cana looks about ready to leap across the bar and throttle her—which wouldn’t be impossible. Cana’s a very coordinated drunk. Though that probably isn’t something to brag about.

“Of course I don’t,” Lucy huffs, crossing her arms and sending Cana a nasty look, which the brunette promptly ignores. “I would love to take time off. I just don’t want to go home for Christmas.” And scheduling shifts at that time was the only way to get out of doing so. Unfortunately, Gajeel’s dad had to be a nice person and give her time off. Bummer.

Cana looks at her like she’s just sprouted a second head. “Why the hell not?” Cana snaps, eyes narrowing in confusion. She mirrors Lucy’s position, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring.

Lucy huffs, eyes rolling as she slips her legs underneath her to sit cross-legged. She really doesn’t feel the need to explain herself to Cana. They’re friends and all, but Lucy thought they were passed the questioning stage. Then again, it’s probably only fair that Lucy share her family story, since Cana did tell her about the whole Gildarts thing.

She sighs, relenting, and Cana leans forward expectantly. “I don’t want to go home because half of my family is batshit insane and the other half has a stick up their ass,” she says simply, wincing at the onslaught of horrors from Christmas past. Behind her, Gajeel snorts loudly, so Lucy lifts the rag at her side and whips it at him blindly, smirking when she hits her mark.

Cana isn’t as impressed. “And?” she prompts, waving her hands slightly and dragging out the word ever so slowly.

“And what?” Lucy questions, shrugging slightly. That’s all there is to it really. Bad things happen at Christmas when both sides of her family collide. It’s not so bad when they’re kept apart, but when the Heartfilia and Dreyer sides of the family mix all Hell breaks loose and usually there’s fire involved.

To this day, she still finds glitter around her apartment from the Christmas disaster of twenty-eleven.

And this year is going to be the worst one yet, because her Grandfather Makarov, bless him, not only decided to invite the entire family to his home, but also included a plus one in the invitation. As such, everyone and their mother will be bringing a date.


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“Sunset on the Water”

(Hello all!  I’m back with another one shot.  This is a future fic, but in my mind, it shouldn’t really be in that distant a future. All of the things that have happened in show canon so far have happened here, but it isn’t too long after the finale, so either Killian or Emma decided not to dawdle any longer and they’re getting married. This one is fluffy – maybe fluffier than we’ll ever really get to see played out, but I hope not!  I still don’t own them, but I would love to hear what you think!   This is will be posted on ffn as well in my “Of Swans and Swords…” collection. Enjoy!)

“Sunset on the Water”

By: TutorGirlml (snowbellewells)

           He could never in his wildest flights of fancy have imagined this day, this woman, this much happiness, coming to him. Killian Jones, dressed in the proud naval finery he had donned so long ago as a bright-eyed, hopeful young lieutenant, stood at the helm of his ship, Swan’s lad at his elbow, minutes from marrying his True Love.  In all those years he’d spent lost in Neverland seeking the weapon to make avenging Milah possible, before that in all his years as a pirate, flouting the crown and taking what he pleased, and even longer ago, in his eternity as a slave to Captain Silver, forgotten and worn, breaking his back and scrubbing floors on his knees, beaten, ridiculed, and abused when he was noticed at all, never could he have dared to hope that he would someday win the favor and the hand of a princess.

           Henry chose that moment to nudge his soon-to-be stepdad’s shoulder, whispering in Killian’s left ear with a certain smile in his voice. “I’m glad you finally asked her, Killian,” and though it sounded as if the young man were teasing him for the hesitance he had felt, knowing that Emma loved him but not sure whether she would want marriage or not, he also heard the sincerity and genuine love in the young man he considered a son’s voice.  “I knew she’d say ‘yes’… You’ve changed her, Killian, for the better. And you both deserve to have this day, before something else goes wrong.”

           A small snort of humorous recognition at the truth in Henry’s words nearly escaped through Killian’s nose, but he managed to hold back as the music swelled and everyone on deck came to their feet at the first strains of the wedding march. In the next moment, his eyes became irrevocably fixed on the bit of movement he saw emerging on stairs up from the cabins.

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@son-of-rassilon​: TracerXMei, and JunkratXRoadhog for the OTP thing

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accidentally falls off the bed in the middle of the night: tracer! they’re both restless sleepers - mei can’t stay still for long periods of time without reminding her of cryo, and tracer’s hyperaware of her body because of her time with chronal disassociation - but when mei gets to sleep, she can actually be pretty peaceful, unlike tracer who flops around EVERYWHERE

gives the other piggy back rides: zarya. sometimes they do pull-ups on her biceps too

tries to act tough but is really a giant sap: TRACER OH MY G O D. as the face of the new overwatch, there’s a lot of pressure for tracer to live up to jack morrison’s legacy, so she spends a lot of time trying to live up to the tough, unflappable mental image she has of jack from back when they worked on overwatch together. but when it comes down to it she really is just a kid who got pulled out of time, put in a life threatening situation, and pulled back into the timeline, none of which was of her own volition? and really, nobody gets that the way mei does, even if she gets it in a slightly different way. so tracer spends a lot of time pretending to be Rough And Tough, but mei knows.

almost burns down the kitchen trying to bake: mei is so bad at judging temperatures. the oven will be preheating and be like “hmm, feels a little cold still. let’s amp it up to 80000 celsius!”

sings lullabies to their kids: they both do; tracer has a terrible voice, but she’s very sweet and enthusiastic about it, while mei tends to sing short little songs in a few different languges

morning person vs dead until they get their coffee: when tracer is up, she’s up. time is a very tangible, precious commodity to tracer, and while she can switch up her position in the timeline, she can’t actually change the timeline itself, making it a very valuable constant in her life, too - sort of like a metronome for her life. mei, on the other hand, takes a lot of time to wake up; she usually has to drag herself out from under about 20 layers of blankets.

cries during sappy movies: mei has not seen a single movie thats come out since her cryo. they’re gay cowboys, mei. jake gyllenhaal dies, mei.

wears a billion layers because they get cold easily: actually, as far as this question goes, it’s tracer. mei does wear a ton of layers, but it’s not because she gets cold easily. her body temperature’s been so fucked with at this point that she has barely any concept of the way the climate feels at all. her layers don’t serve any functional purpose - but they drive away the sense of cold, and in particular the sense of frostbite, that she constantly feels. she can’t feel cold, necessarily, but she can feel her own physiological responses to cold, and that scares her, so she just wears layers all the time, just in case. tracer, on the other hand, has like no body fat and is cold EVERYWHERE, poor kid

initiates cuddling: mei the cuddlebug <3


would fall over their own feet while trying to seduce the other: T R A C E R, fucking tripping her way head over heels


accidentally falls off the bed in the middle of the night: roadhog is a fucking rock, and he tends to use his arms as a Giant Junkrat Cage while they sleep, but sometimes junkrat slips through. he’s a very light sleeper, so he always wakes up and immediately starts complaining.

gives the other piggy back rides: JUNKRAT WILL RIDE HIS NOBLE HOG TO VICTORY

tries to act tough but is really a giant sap: are you kidding me its both of them. roadhog somewhat more than junkrat - junkrat grew up in that environment, so it’s second nature to him, but roadhog grew up in a world with a basic sense of humanity, so while he puts a lot more effort into maintaining his Hardcore TM image, it is also much easier for him to fall back on softer instincts when his boyfriend’s around.

almost burns down the kitchen trying to bake: he doesn’t even have to be trying to bake. junkrat can be standing in the bathroom on the other side of the house and almost burn down the kitchen

sings lullabies to their kids: roadhog doesn’t sing, but he does hum the lullabies his mothers used to hum him. before they’re given custody of any children, he hummed it for junkrat every night, too.

morning person vs dead until they get their coffee: junkrat get going we have places to be. no we can’t stop for coke, junkrat oh my god live without your caffeine for three hours - take your hand off that bomb god dammit

cries during sappy movies: junkrat, sobbing into a handkerchief: SHE SAID NEVER LET GO

wears a billion layers because they get cold easily: neither of them really wear layers; any clothing they get their hands on tends to be more useful in fires than for their actual purpose

initiates cuddling: roadhog just wants his tiny boyfriend to stop fucking squirming around and have a cuddlefest, fucking chill u tiny bean of a human

hogs the covers: roadhog

would fall over their own feet while trying to seduce the other: junkrat is Very Nervous about attempting to seduce roadhog and generally fumbles around awkwardly with confessing until roadhog is finally like oh are you trying to tell me you felt romantically for me? i…..thought we were already dating?? and that was the day that junkrat discovered that they could’ve been making out for years, what the fuck

SnK 65 Thoughts

Also, “Death awaits the loser,” is an unintentionally hilarious teaser because all I can think with that placement is that Historia and Eren are going to fight to the death and the winner takes all the plot significance.


Man, I can’t stop laughing. I’m just that happy with this chapter.

Fiction is being ever so kind to me this week.

Except for the part where I should probably pretend to care about Kenny now. Do I really have to do that? Isn’t it enough that I really want his coat? And maybe his hat?

I should just run off and be a cowboy. Much better use of time.

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Passive Aggressive Torture

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Synopsis: Lucifer introduces Trixie to the most passive aggressive forms of torture: pranking.

Rating: T

Notes:  Okay so this was such a fun prompt to write! I actually based this off of my own experience with pranks and I’m really happy with the turnout! Also, as you may have noticed I aged up Trixie for my own sake (because you can’t take an eight year old pranking).

May 2023

Trixie had been standing in front of the high school for ten minutes before a familiar engine pulled her from her phone. It was another Friday with her mom. She figured it was another Chinese takeout and Netflix night. However, the sound that roared through the campus didn’t belong to her mother’s police cruiser. Trixie pocketed her phone and glanced around for the other vehicle she’d come to know and love. Following the sound, Trixie found in place of the police cruiser was Lucifer’s Corvette.

Shrugging, Trixie grinned in delight. Sometimes when her mom was busy she sent the club owner instead. It wasn’t anything new, but it was always something she looked forward to. She loved Lucifer, there was no denying it, and was always glad to see him.

With a bright smile, she hurried towards the car, throwing her bag in the backseat, and grabbing the sunglasses from Lucifer’s outstretched hand. Trixie slipped them on and noticed that Lucifer had picked his Ray Bans for the afternoon. They were her favorite sunglasses in his collection. He had a knowing smirk and Trixie knew that he knew that too.  

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