and her voice just ugh

Vampire Slaying

Pairing/Characters: Dean Winchester x BAMF!Hunter!Reader, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer (mentioned).

Word count: 5340 (yeah).

Summary: The boys need help to wrap up a case and randomly call Y/N. The thing is she and Dean already know eachother.

Warnings: Smut, (please practice safe sex at home kids!), cuss words, violence, killing (typical SPN stuff), drinking and driving and probably some other stuff that I cannot remember now, oh yeah, the character might be a bit outta character, it’s crack just go with it.

A/N: This is my entry for Jess ( @trexrambling)& Lee’s( @wheresthekillswitch) Crack Challenge. 

  • My prompt: Just because you’re tall doesn’t mean I can’t rock climb.

So, I’ve been dealing with this fic for the past month or so and I still feel is not good, It’s been a while since I written something this long and cracky, so I would like to apologize before hand for what you’re about to read! I wanna thank Harley @docharleythegeekqueen for the reading over and amazing words of encouragement!! Unbetad so I bet there’s lots of mistakes.

I forgot to add, the readr is a really short girl, like 5′ (5′1″ maybe) someone I could make fun of, like my sister @nadiandreu7 jajajaj

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Vampire Slaying

Dean’s been eyeing her since the moment she walked through those doors. Five inch heels, reverberated inside his ears with every step she took up till she sat down at the bar. Legs crossed, feet not touching the ground, dismissing every pathetic attempt of approach by every guy that dared get close to her.

 Finally he stands, normally he’d let that type of woman just walk by him but that night he was up for a challenge.  He hadn’t decided what line to use or what to say, he just leaned on the bar by her side. “I saw you decline every guy that came up to you…”

 He could see her annoyance in her feature even before she could see him. And the moment her eyes met his, something in her face changed, she licked her lips and cocked an eyebrow at him, expectantly.

 So, what are you looking for?” His other arm went around the back of her barstool.

 She shrugged; her beautiful smokey eyes went down to his feet and slowly moved up, lingering on strategic places before stopping on his lips.

“The name’s Dean.” Courtesies first he extended his hand to her.

“Y/N.” She shook it. Little hand looked even tinier in his and the wheels on his mind started turning. He bet she could make everything look bigger!

Less than an hour and a few drinks later she’s leaning against Dean’s side, knees touching, and he got closer to her than anyone in that bar could have ever dreamed of as he whispered into her ear.  “Wanna get out of here?” He breathed out the words, purposely; the smell of her was intoxicating, something fruity mixed with something very similar to gunpowder. He grinned when she shivered and goosebumps appeared on the exposed skin on her neck.

“I thought you’d never ask.” It was her turn to whisper into his ear. “I have a room nearby.”  When he growled in response she jumped off the barstool, leading the way outside.

Once the cold breeze hit them, Dean couldn’t help but pick her up from under her arms and placed her against the wall at his height.

“Hey!” Was all she said before he placed a soft kiss on her lips, testing the waters before she opened her mouth and allowed him to become a little rougher.

Five minute drive to her motel room, located right across the road from the one he and Sam were staying in. She pulled his face down from the collar of his leather jacket in the parking lot, surprising him, clashing her red lips to his and walking him backwards until his back hit the hard door. She manhandled him, pushed him aside to open the door but tugging him by the wrist to stay exactly where she wanted with a firm “Stay!” command and Dean loved it!

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Fuck boy || Ethan Dolan

SUMMARY - Ever found yourself talking to a fuck boy? If so, this should be familiar. (part 2 if requested)

WARNING - PG-13? i mean this is just typical high school bullshit with a happy ending (in a part 2). some dirty talk and touching thoooooo (just a lil)




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Part 17 - Here to Collect

Pairing: Luke & Y/N

Words: 1.020


Copyright © 2015-2017 DestielHolmes.  All rights reserved.

Originally posted by theworldaway

PART 1 ●○ PART 2 ○● PART 3 ●○ PART 4 ○● PART 5 ●○ PART 6 ○● PART 7 ●○ PART 8 ○● PART 9●○PART 10 ○● PART 11 ●○ PART 12 ○● PART 13 ●○ PART 14 ○● PART 15 ●○ PART 16

What is it that I want? What I really want?

I have no fucking idea. I mean, I want him, or wanted… Those moments, they feel so far way now, so hard to reach… like a dream. But I don’t think I can forgive him. What he did, I can’t just forget about it. Even if I want to, i just can’t. Ugh, I can still hear her voice, it annoys me so much and it still hurts thinking of it. There’s so much mixed feelings inside me. Hate. Irritation. Annoyance.  Pain. I hate what he did. It irritates me that I can’t do shit about this. Her existence annoys me. And it pains me knowing I’m not the one.

What the fuck should I do? How will he react when he sees me?… and her?

I shouldn’t have come. I should have just stayed home.

It was just as Ash said, Abbie knew all about this party and almost all the people coming. I wasn’t going to come. I don’t know what made me come. Did I just wanted to see him again? Or did I wanted to see her? Or maybe both of them… together. Maybe I want to know how it is. After all what Ash told me. Who is she? How can she have such power over him? Fuck! I need a drink. I got of the wall I was leaning on making my way through the people.

“You look like you’re about to explode.” Someone said when I reached the drinks table.

“Fuck you Calum.” I said when I turned around.

“Wow. The princess has sharp teeth.” He chucked out. Princess… «Princess.» His voice echoed in my head.

“Don’t call me that.” I mean come on, I don’t need this ass annoying me even more. I’m already at my limit.

He took a hold of my arm as I was leaving. “I warned you.” He said almost at my face.

“Yeah, congratulations.” I gave him a ironic smile.

I turned away again only for him to pull me back again. “I’m sorry.” He left in a second after saying that. I just stood there frowning. I’m sorry?? What?? Fuck you! I already have a lot to think about I don’t need your suddenly bipolar shit on me.

“Y/N” Ash called out. “You came.” He said as he hugged me.

“Yeah, I should’ve stayed home I’m about to have a mental breakdown.” I said when we let go.

“I’m sorry.” His sad eyes looked down at me. I wish it was you instead of him.

“For what?” I asked even through I knew what he was going to say next.

“Making you come to this party. I just want you two to be happy.” I gave him a sincere smile.

“You didn’t make me come Ash and you have nothing to apologize for.” I gave him another smile but his eyes slowly averted from me to something behind me.

“Oh shit…” Was all that he said.

I obviously turned around. What made him have that reaction? It couldn’t be Luke or Laurel cause we are expecting them.

“This is not good Y/N.” He said behind me as my eyes froze on Sabrina’s figure walking through the door.

“It’s not?” What is she doing here? What is she hoping to accomplish? Is she here for me? I think I made it pretty clear for her that she shouldn’t mess with me. Maybe I should have left some mark so she could remember like she did to me. My eye it’s still not fully healed. The dark circle turned into dark greenish little ones. It’s not as bad but it is still visible thru the makeup. I have to admit, that girl knows how to throw a punch.

I could see her eyes scanning the people until they landed on mine. I’m not looking away Sabrina. I need to show her that what happened was real, that I mean business.

Her eyes, finally, continued looking at the people. Looks like I’m not the one she wants after all.

Hum, I wander if the people here knew she would be coming. I scanned the room myself. Scared and excited faces. So they want a show. The question is: Am I in the cast?

“You should leave.” I looked to my side. Calum?

He looked at my frowned brows. “This has nothing to do with you. You should leave.”

Is he serious now? First he apologizes to me and now he tells me to piss off? “I know you don’t like me Calum but-”

“You might get hurt again.” Wha-What?

“I don’t understand you.” I shook my head at him.

“Come on.” He took my hand and moved us through the people and to the door.

We were almost there until he stoped making me crash into his back, his hold on my hand getting tighter.

“Hey Callie. New girlfriend?” That voice. That fucking voice!

I don’t know what happen in my brain, at that moment, but I just wanted to rip her tongue out with my nails. So that’s what I did. Or what I wanted to do because Calum’s arm wrapped around my waist bringing my back against his chest. “Calm down.” He whispered in my ear. “It’s not your fight.”

He’s right. Sabrina’s here. I don’t want to get between these two like one more crazy ex-girlfriend.

My sudden rage stated clearing and my eyes not only focused on her but on the people around me and was when I noticed him behind her.


I don’t know who I hate more, her or him.

“Don’t touch her like that.” His eyes burned in Calum’s as his raspy voice came out making Calum’s arm loosen and Laurel’s brows frown looking at Luke and then at me up and down. Her face turning into one of realization as her posture completely changed to one of possession.

“Well, well, didn’t know they allowed bitches in here.” Sabrina’s voice boomed behind me.

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hey nuggets! long time no see! ^^ i’m so sorry I took so long to update but my pc broke and I had to buy a new one and college is a bitch… anyway hope you liked this chap. please tell me what you think, any ideas that you have. just come and talk to me here. don’t be shy! I love having feed back and knowing what you like most and least will help me write. hope i can get a new update soon. bye love ya all 

p.s. don’t give up on me or my writing!! *cries*

“You just make things so hard sometimes.” (Becca x MC -Jey-)

Hey, guys. This is the first fic I have ever written. Ever. In my entire life. It’s a bit lengthy too, so I’m sorry if it bores you or if it’s not up to your guys’ standards. Hope you guys like it though. AND PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK :( I wanna know how I can improve my writing. Thanks guys. *I forgot to add* This is also my entry for the Play Choices Femslash Week, hosted by @hanaslee (which just ended HAHAHA but here’s a late submission anyway.)

It had been so boring today. Classes were bleak, the professors just droning on and on about whatever uninteresting topic they were talking about. Having no one to rant to about this also wasn’t helping, and Becca somewhat found herself missing Madison’s company.

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there are tons of pretty boys out there but KEY‼ he takes the term pretty boy on a whole different level. like seriously, KIM KIBUM, you flawless and magestically beautiful human being that you are. 👑

The Weeknd At The Club

One-shot Bechloe

Okay guys, I was bored at work and couldn’t get this scenario out of my head so I wrote it out quickly.  It wasn’t proofread by anyone because, well, I’m at work :/ and THIS IS ALL NEW TO ME PLEASE BE GENTLE I HOPE YOU LIKE OMG OK BYE

*runs away screaming, waving arms wildly in the air*

Beca is not what you would call a “club” kind of person.  In fact, she is not even an “interacting with people socially for fun” kind of person, to be honest.  But here she is at a club on a Saturday night, surrounded by strangers and too loud music that she has better mixed versions of at home all because the Bellas wanted to celebrate their graduation and win at Worlds.  They wanted to have one last night on the town as Bellas.

She couldn’t fault them for wanting to spend a night together in celebration and memory of their time together, it’s just that she would have chosen something less…well, just less. But they are her “sisters” and all that jazz and so, there you have it.  

Leaning back against the bar, drink in her hand, she surveys the crowd seeking out her friends. She spots Fat Amy and Bumper tangled together in such a way that she isn’t sure if they are wrestling or dancing but knowing those two, it could be both, at the same time. Stacie seems to be surrounded by half of the men there and every time she levels one of the unsuspecting men with her chiseled features and perfectly sculpted eyebrows you could almost see them sway on the spot.

Over to one side of the bar see could see Emily and Benji sharing their shy smiles and awkward laughs. They were standing with Aubrey and Jesse who were clearly engaged in their own conversation and boy, was that a pairing she did not see coming.  However, when she stops to think about it she finds she is really not that surprised. They compliment each other well, she thinks, finding that Aubrey seemed a lot tamer with him at her side and she hadn’t seen Jesse that giddy in years. They were good for each other and she was truly happy for them.

Laughter carried over the dancing throngs and brought her attention to the middle of the crowd to find the rest of the Bellas smiling and having, what looked to be, a great time. She smiled to herself as she watched her friends all throughout the club enjoying themselves in each other’s company. Though she isn’t one to get sappy and all that nonsense, she did have to admit that she really was going to miss this group of people.  These last 4 years were undoubtedly the best years of her life. However she would deny such a thing if asked directly as she could not have everyone just knowing these things about her. She had a reputation to protect, of course.

She was pulled out of her musings by a strong voice at her shoulder, making her jump and nearly spilling her drink. “Hey beautiful.”

“Jesus,” she mumbled, looking down to see if she had in fact spilled any of her drink and turned to the man leaning unnecessarily close to her right. “Hi,” she answered, trying her best to keep the annoyance from her face.

“So, I haven’t seen you around here before.  You come here often?” she could feel his hot breath near her face, could smell the cheap whiskey. Closing her eyes for a moment against the assault on her senses, she tries not to visibly cringe.  

“Seriously, dude? That’s what you’re going with? Wow, okay.” and she couldn’t help the eye roll that followed as she turned her head away from his roaming gaze.

She closed her eyes and released a heavy sigh when she heard him start to speak again but opened them quickly when she heard him cut off by a familiar voice. “Hey babe!”

Chloe was standing in front of her, skin slightly flushed from dancing and she was leaning into Beca, her hand on the bar behind her, pressing her body into Beca’s side.  Taken aback by the sudden appearance and close proximity of her friend, she found herself just blinking at the red-head before her.

Looking between Beca and the looming figure next to her, Chloe raised her eyebrows and smiled wide, “Everything okay, babe?”

The feel of Chloe’s chest pressed against her arm distracts her momentarily but she soon finds her voice. “Ugh, yeah…No, um…This guy here was just trying to hit on me using some pickup lines he found on the internet,” nodding towards the man next to her.

“Mmmm, well we can’t have that now, can we honey?” says Chloe, leaning a little more into Beca at the last word.  

Beca was thoroughly confused. Why was Chloe calling her honey and why was she leaning all over her? She looks from her friend to the man next to her and notices his ogling has intensified and it is directed solely at Chloe. Brow furrowed, she turns back to Chloe who was looking at her expectantly. And like someone had flicked a light-switch on, everything finally clicked. “Oh. Oh!”

Chloe smiled down at her, running her hand down Beca’s arm to take the drink out of the hand between them, moving it to the other so she could slide Beca’s arm around her waist, pulling them closer together. Beca watches it all play out in what feels like slow-motion.

“Oh, so you guys are together? Nice. That’s hot,” came the slurred voice of the man.

“Gee, thanks. That’s exactly what we were going for,” she responded in monotone, turning a slack face to look at him and she heard Chloe giggle beside her.

“You guys ever thought about a threesome? I mean, I’m totally down if you are!” he exclaims drunkenly.

“Oh for fuck’s sake!” she grumbled loudly as she stood quickly, the action bringing her body closer to Chloe’s.

Placing her drink on the bar she reaches for Chloe’s hand and starts to move away from the man when he reaches out to grab her arm, “Where you goin’?”

Wrenching her arm from his grasp, she grips tighter to Chloe’s hand as she makes her way towards the dance floor, shouting over her shoulder without a backward glance, “I’m going to dance with my lesbian girlfriend. Alone!”  

In her anger at the man’s blatant idiocy she hadn’t thought past storming off so when she reached the edge of the dance floor she came to an abrupt halt that caused Chloe to crash into the back of her.

Moving to stand in front of her, Chloe raises her eyebrows in question, “What’s wrong? I thought we were going to dance!”

Beca stood there with her arms crossed and could feel the annoyance still painting her face as she stared out at the dancing crowd. “I only said that to get us away from that dumbass,” she growls.

Chloe glances over Beca’s shoulder, “Well, he’s still watching. In fact,” she added, leaning in, “I think he is about to try and join us.”  

Her stomach drops and she can feel her ire building at the thought of another encounter with the man. Just as she made to look behind her to locate the jerk Chloe’s hands went to either side of her face, bringing it back around to within inches of her own. “Don’t look, silly! Come on, guess this means we are going to have to dance after all,” with a slow wink and smile she take Beca’s hand, pulling them out onto the dance floor to the middle of the crowd.

Beca is many things but a dancer is not one she would write on her list. Yes, she can learn a routine for their performances but they are just that, routines. She does not enjoy dancing and as a rule, makes a point to avoid it at all costs if it is not mandatory and very well-rehearsed. But all her protests fall on deaf ears as she is dragged further into the crowd before Chloe finally stops, turning quickly. Beca can’t help running into her at the sudden change and reaches out to grab Chloe’s arms to keep from knocking her over. “Jesus, Chlo!”

She now finds herself face to face with Chloe who is very much at ease with the idea of dancing, as she should since it is her area of expertise, so to speak. And Chloe isn’t just good at dancing, she is an excellent dancer. On more than one occasion she has caught herself admiring just how well the girl can move her body seamlessly to any rhythm. Chloe must have read the panic in her face because she took her wrists, pulling her closer and leaning in, “You’re going to do fine, Becs. Don’t worry, you won’t really even have to move, I’ll just dance on you okay? Just follow my lead, babe.”

Oh yes, because the idea of Chloe moving her body against hers is such a calming thought. Not. She tries one more time to get out of this, “Are you sure he’s still watching?”

Chloe doesn’t break eye contact but just lets a slow smirk play across her lips, “He’s still watching.” And that should have been Beca’s first clue. But as the music changed from a fast-paced song to that of a more sensual nature, she found herself far too preoccupied for clues.

The first few notes hit the air as Chloe rests her arms on Beca’s shoulders and begins to move her hips to the rhythm. Beca recognizes the song now and finds that her mouth is suddenly very dry. She swallows as The Weeknd’s voice cuts the air.

You make it look like it’s magic (oh yeah)

‘Cause I see nobody, nobody but you, you, you


Chloe let’s her arms slide slowly down Beca’s shoulders to her elbows and pulls their bodies flush together, “Becs you’re gonna have to do better than that if we’re going to convince him you want me.” And the smile she gives her seems downright devious, but she is powerless to fight it as she brings Beca’s hands around to place them firmly on her swaying hips.

This shouldn’t be too hard. She could hold Chloe’s rolling hips for one song, right? No sooner had she thought this then she felt Chloe’s hands trail slowly up her arms before turning her body around and backing up into Beca, lifting her arms to rest around Beca’s neck, hands in her hair, never stopping the movement of her hips.

It was a though someone had struck a match inside of her, the fire spreading through her veins like gasoline. She could hear nothing but the music. Feel nothing but Chloe. And every word of the song was sung in the rolling of Chloe’s body against hers.

So I'ma care for you, you, you

I'ma care for you, you, you, you, yeah


‘Cause, girl, you’re perfect

You’re always worth it

And you deserve it

The way you work it

'Cause, girl, you earned it (shit)

Girl, you earned it, yeah


Rocking her hips back into her, Chloe moves a hand to the back of Beca’s neck, pulling her face down to rest against her own and runs one hand slowly down her own body. Beca watches the decent with rapt attention, lips slightly parted as she tries to remember to keep breathing but finding she can’t quite recall how to do that at the moment. She feels Chloe’s hand cover her own at her hip, taking it with her as she trails it slowly up across her stomach, between breasts to her chest.

“Fuck,” she heard herself breathe out in Chloe’s ear. “Ugh… So… So I think… that..,” she closes her eyes, clears her throat and tries again. “I think the guy probably gets it now, maybe?”

She found her voice trailing off when Chloe began to guide Beca’s hand further up her chest to her throat, letting her head fall back, pressing her lips in the shell of her ear and purrs, “There’s really only one way to be sure.”

On that lonely night

We said it wouldn’t be love

But we felt the rush

It made us believe it was only us (only us)

Convinced we were broken inside (shit), inside (shit)


Turning in her arms she makes sure Beca’s hand trails down her body as she does and places her hands just above Beca’s breasts, searching her face. She feels Chloe’s hand slide up her chest, along her neck and into hair to the back of her head, pulling it forward, and leans to just a breath away from her lips.

It was as though every single nerve-ending in Beca’s body was supercharged. Every caress, every press of Chloe’s ass into her as she rolled her hips to the beat was sending a charge of electricity through her and making her brain tingle. Her fingers twitch at Chloe’s hips and she licks her lip as her gaze found crystal blue eyes whose pupils were currently shot as they stared at Beca’s parted lips.

Allowing herself to react on instinct and ignore the anxiety littering her thoughts, she grips at Chloe’s hip and pulls her tight against her, a small gasp leaving Chloe’s lips to brush across her face. Her heart is racing faster than she thought was humanly possible and briefly closes her eyes to try and steady it, but to no avail.  When she opens her eyes she finds Chloe looking at her, skin flushed and breathing shallow.

For a moment they just stare into each other’s eyes as they sway to the music, the noise of the crowd completely drown out around them. Beca covers the short distance between them to lightly capture Chloe’s lips with her own and she hears Chloe’s breath hitch, fueling her on.  She deepens the kiss, tentatively at first, and then feeling Chloe lean into the kiss she swipes her tongue against soft lips. Chloe’s sharp intake of breath coupled with her responding with a sweep of her tongue to meet Beca’s sends a rush like lava through her to pool low in her gut, pushing her to slide her hands under the hem of Chloe’s shirt and run trembling fingers against warm skin, causing the hand in her hair to fist briefly before it moves to cup her jaw.

As the music wound down and faded out Chloe pulled back from the kiss, resting her forehead against Beca’s. Both stayed there for a moment with their eyes still closed as they tried to steady their breathing.  Chloe was the first to speak, and Beca slowly opened her own eyes to meet the bright blues staring heavy-lidded back at her, “Shit.”

Beca couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her at that, “I think that’s the first time I’ve ever had the pleasure of hearing you cuss, Chlo!”

Still recovering from the moment, Chloe smiled weakly, eyes never leaving her lips even as Beca had thrown her head back to laugh.  She traces her fingers across Beca’s lips while pulling her own bottom lip between her teeth. “Well you earned it,” she answered breathlessly.

But what if Peeta wasn’t hijacked when he watched Katniss get shot?

br00dy-elf  asked:

Number 23 for le prompts [fenhawke]?? Please and thank you (i know I'm a new follower but I really like your writing from what I've seen thus far) ♡♡

Thank you so much for the wonderful comment, I’m glad you’re enjoy it!  New follower, shmew follower, I like getting prompts from anyone (even anons, for anyone who’s too nervous, or too anxious. I totally get it.) I hope this fits the bill nicely.

#23 Is That My Shirt?

The disgusted noise that ripped from her throat echoed around the cavern, followed by a sickening squelch.

“Ugh, I feel violated!” Hawke groaned, lifting her arms away from her sides, shaking the viscous spider goo off of them. “Why do I always manage to get the juicy ones?”

“You could try not going after the largest ones,” Fenris snickered. “Be glad it was the last one.”

“That doesn’t make it any better! I’m soaked!”

She was indeed utterly sodden. Walking very gingerly towards the mouth of the cave, she turned back and stuck her tongue out at him in an incredibly childish manner. He laughed as her eyes went wide and her tongue shot back into her mouth, gagging.

“Maker’s balls, I think I got some in my mouth,” she choked, spitting on the floor. “I am never going spider hunting with you again!”

“Yes you will.”

She winced as something audibly dripped; shivering and squirming as whatever had fallen made its way down her back.

“I. Am going. To go bathe,” she said, her voice cracking with disgust. “You… ugh, just set up the camp.”

He laughed loudly as she made her retreat, following her slowly from the cave watching her dash towards the shoreline, a trail of pieces of armor marking her path. There was a loud splash, a shriek, and then silence filled only with the hurried breaths of someone who wasn’t expecting the water to be quite so icy.

Dropping her pack by the waters edge, he approached her, shaking his head in amusement as she shivered, teeth set chattering by the breeze, her sodden clothes plastered against her skin.


“Fuck yes,” she hissed, wading out farther until she was treading water.

“Serves you right.”

“Serves you right,” she repeated in a mocking voice. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” She glared at him, trying to hide a smile as she sank lower into the water, scrubbing at her skin, waves carrying away the slimy evidence of the battle.

“Dinner will be ready when you get back, he said with a smile, walking back towards the higher outcrop which offered some shelter from the stiff winds and the tide that was bound to come in within the hour.

She watched his retreating back, shivering as the wind picked up again, calling after him: “Make it something warm!” Goosebumps appeared over her arms as she crawled out of the water, digging into the pack, eyes lighting up with a wicked grin as she realized his mistake.

Half an hour later she reappeared, hair damp, skin flushed pink from the rough texture of sand, clean dry clothes hanging loosely off her body, the black tunic she had on flaring out from her hips and ending a scandalous distance above her knees. Fenris’ eyebrows rose as he audited the fabric.

“Hawke, is that my shirt?”

She looked at him, eyes snapping with amusement. “Not anymore.” She snagged the piece of bread he had been eating out of his hand, dropped the pack she had carried up with her next to him, and walked away, giggling.

“Where did you get that?”

“Well, certainly not my pack,” she called back, settling down on the bedroll he had laid out for her. He frowned and grabbed the bag she had dropped, scowling as he recognized his belongings.

“Hawke, give it back.”

She shot him a smile that would have been better suited for a desire demon, and let out a tiny demure sigh, shaking her head. “If you insist.”

Fingers stretched out towards the hem, and suddenly there was just a little to much skin, and Fenris’ cheeks burned. Turning quickly, he shut his eyes tight, his ears ringing with her laugh.

“You may keep it. For now.”

“Are you sure? Because wait until you see what I have on under–”


“Ugh, fine. It is safe to look, you know,” she laughed. He turned back to see that she had pulled on some of her own trousers, covering up the delicate pale skin of her legs, which he now knew were etched with the patterns of long healed scars.

“Festis bei umo canavarum,” he muttered under his breath, jumping when she laughed loudly from her bedroll, leaning back in a languid arch that was unusually sensual for her.

“Only if you let me, Fenris.”

anonymous asked:

Any good music?

Ive got way too many that I’m liking right now so I’ll just give you a couple instead

-Sometime Around Midnight: Airborne Toxic Event (Hardcore Relate to it)

-Death Row: Chris Stapleton

-Feeling Good: Avicii (Her voice is just… ugh)

-Vacation: Dirty Heads (Goals)

-Suit and Jacket: Judah & The Lion (Relate) [Stockholm is good too]

-The Way I Do: Bishop Briggs (Sounds incredible cranked up and relate)

-Closer: Lemaitre (Her voice and its like the only remix I’ve ever liked in existence AND THAT FUCKING HORN, luv it)

-Fell In Love With A Girl: White Stripes

-The Way You Used To Do: Queens of the Stone Age

-B-A-B-Y: Carla Thomas (From Baby Driver and I like it lots)

-Little One: Highly Suspect (somewhat relatable)

-I’d Be Waiting: Nathaniel Rateliff (RELATABLE and got chills first time I listened to it)

Theres a lot more but this is the best I could narrow down my favorites right now. ALSO I apologize because this is a crazy amount of music

Nah, but like… that mean female characters getting hate while mean male characters get defended happens for literally everything. Female characters get hate for being “too cutesy” or “too nice” or “too bitchy” or “too slutty” or too this or too that. I’ve literally never seen one female character that wasn’t hated by someone for one of her personality traits.

But with male characters, it’s like:

  • “too nice”: He’s so sweet?? omg he’s the best
  • “too bitchy/mean”: He’s just misunderstood!!
  • “too slutty”: haha jk no one ever calls male characters slutty. When male characters are hypersexual, they’re super hot and there’s 30,000 smut fics written about them.

Female characters:

  • “too cutesy”: UGH. She’s so annoying? Her voice just grates on my nerves?? She’s childish and stupid.
  • “too nice”: She never even does anything? And come on, no one is that nice irl. She’s totally useless, and the series could do without her.
  • “too bitchy/mean”: She’s horrible and toxic and abusive and she must be DESTROYED immediately. I hate her. Even though the male character did a Way Worse Thing, I’m going to hate her twice as much as I hate him.
  • “too slutty”: Holy shit?? She’s literally only there for fanservice. You could delete her from the story, and it would be the same. She doesn’t matter at all, and I hate her for her hypersexuality. Instead of writing 30,000 smut fics about her, let’s write fics about how she DIES.

Literally the only character archetype I’ve seen where they get the same level of hatred is the “crybaby” archetype, and then it doesn’t matter if the characters are mentally ill. If they shed more than two tears over something the fandom deems as “a stupid reason,” they’re seen as “weak” and thus completely hated. Because mentally ill people are not allowed to exist and no one is allowed to be sad in a way that’s “”””annoying”””” at all ever.

But I’m pretty sure that you could show any fandom two characters who are exactly the same in every way except for their gender and they’d all flock to the male character but it’s ~~~whatever~~~


Baby Neal’s Story

The infant son of Snow White and Prince Charming looked up at the tiny glass unicorns as they stirred by the wind. But on this night he didn’t hear the chime of the crystal. Instead he heard the voices of his mother Snow White and his father Prince Charming. They sang a lullaby until he fell asleep as soundly as if he were in their arms.