and if that means she's going to be with casey


so, ginger texted me while i was in the ladies room. it seems that crazy bitch, polly cooper, escaped from some loony bin! the same night jason’s car was torched. so, let me do the math for you. polly escaping plus polly torching jason’s car equals she’s jason’s killer! covering her tracks? trying to go underground? like the vicious cold hearted murdering mean girl that she is! oh, and i just tweeted this out to all of my minions, so … the pressure’s on sheriff keller.

captain-killa-snowflake-deactiv  asked:

I wonder where Selmers fits into all of this.

Oh my gosh okay but in all seriousness…. I was a HUGE MaexSelmers fan before Mae and Bea… No it doesnt matter because I love both pairings SO MUCH! (•‾⌣‾•)و ̑̑♡

As for Selmers in this predicament… She’s like a neighbor and a babysitter too (I mean Angus and Greg would love to babysit Mae and Bea’s kid, but during this time they are actually living in a different city an hour away with their own kid). 

Also Mae and Bea may need Selmers to keep a quick eye on Casey while they run out to pay bills or when one parent is going to work and the other is just coming out but is a few minutes late…. Selmers doesn’t mind because it’s Mae’s kid after all. 

Plus, Casey loves poetry. She loves to listen to Selmer’s poetry and she loves to make her own.

Emotional Algebra: The Formulas of Television and What It Means for Daria’s Sick, Sad World

By H. Hernon

Human beings can be broken down into a series of patterns. The same can be said for our media. For as much as we complain about tropes, stereotypes and formulas there’s a reason they’re so prevalent: they work. They work really well. As a self-declared semi-creative, this can be frustrating. There’s no need to innovate. There’s no need to try something new. We’ve wasted our time on English classes, social science classes, and the dreaded media classes when we could’ve been doing math and science because that’s all you need. Grab the formula, plug in Chris Pratt and Anna Kendrick and you’ve got yourself a hit. No thinking necessary in this sick, sad world.

Or perhaps I’m just in a nihilistic mood because I’ve been binge watching MTV’s Daria. The show works incredibly well as a slice-of-life for late 90’s culture- it captures a certain early internet pessimism and necessary disdain for everything through the lens of high school apathy. But I would argue the show works on a level beyond that. It’s one thing to synthesize and satirize culture. It’s another to try and do that while maintaining a level of emotional connection, and Daria is able to make this all work using an extremely effective formula for television.

Let’s pull back a sec. When it comes to television comedy I’ve always preferred some sort of emotional core. I’ve taken a Community or a Party Down over a Always Sunny or Arrested Development time and time again. Not to say that those latter shows aren’t good or anything like that, they’re very funny. But a lot of narrative shows are funny. It takes a bit more spice to get a viewer invested. Community and Party Down do it through pop culture reliability and capitalist dread respectively, but it’s Daria that does it in a way that shows why TV is so damn good at getting people emotionally involved.

Daria Morgendorfer, the character, has been somewhat caricatured over the years. (Known blogmate Eli Schoop compared her to Tina from Bob’s Burgers in one drunken conversation, one of the most horrific atrocities in our friendship.) The stigma seems to be that she isn’t a character as much of ball of sarcasm, one liners, and edgy-cool disdain for everything. (Hi Tumblr!) But that perception of her as a character is paper thin. Daria’s character can be surprisingly complex for the world she exists in, but we’ll just use the important things. She has unrealistically high standards for everyone and everything, including herself. She has disdain for “the system” but no real drive to change it. She’s emotionally distant because she feels like that’s the only way she won’t be taken advantage of by anyone or anything. Non participation is a big theme. This doesn’t account much for her interests or even personality (the caricature gets some things right, sarcastic and a little bit too edgy at times), but for the basis of outlining this TV formula we can stop here.

And this is where the common critiques of Daria get things wrong. The show isn’t about how everyone is shitty and the only way to get through life is to be a sarcastic asshole to everyone and involve yourself in nothing. It’s most profound moments are about exploring the times when that clearly isn’t the case. The formula the show uses is this: set up a character that has a strict moral view on what they will and won’t do (Daria), establish this for several episodes so the audience knows what to expect from them, then in a moment of true emotional dilemma have them act out of there own understood set of morals and have them do something they wouldn’t normally do for someone else to show that they really do care. This can be seen in a lot of my favorite shows on a monumental scale. Rick and Morty season two ends with Rick getting himself arrested against his own socio-political views, Party Down as a series ends with Henry doing the one thing he said he’d never do, go back into acting, as a grand gesture to his faith in love interest Casey. The Office (UK) series two end with David Brent swallowing his pride for the first and only time and begging for his job back. These are all huge, one time moments, but Daria is able to do this by constantly questioning our main character’s morals.

And in slice-of-life fashion, this isn’t always a dramatic moment. Sometimes it ultimately means nothing, despite being internally huge for Daria (deleting embarrassing tape of Quinn in “Monster”), sometimes she grows as a person despite being right in the end, (attempting to accept that Jane can be participating in a corrupt school sport system in “See Jane Run”) sometimes she tries to change for someone else and feels shitty about it, (literally any Trent/Daria episode) and sometimes she legitimately is just in the wrong, and we see the faults of her rigid world view (“Jane’s Addiction”, “Partner’s Complaint”).

A lot of these episodes come later in the series because time is needed to set up these crescendo moments. That’s why TV is so fucking good. You can go a few episodes without giving the characters any moral dilemmas to work with or you can go years. Media doesn’t exist in a vacuum, and the amount of time we spend with the stories we watch is key here. Daria starts to realize these things late in season two and way more in seasons three and four because the audience has seen who she is for an entire six hours of content by then. There’s something to be said about following someone for that amount of time.

This doesn’t just apply to comedy, although I think it works better because I find it easier to connect to people I think are funny. This is why people loved Breaking Bad, it’s why everyone I know won’t stop watching Vanderpump Rules. (Reality TV, although unscripted, is a breeding ground for this sort of stuff, if you’re patient enough [I’m not]). This is something mostly bound to TV as a medium, and it’s so satisfying to be a part of.

So many shows try this formula, and not all succeed. Daria does it really damn well, and at a rate that is really impressive, especially for what it is. I’m still not done with the show, and I’m already anticipating that single tear slowly rolling down the cheek at the end of the last episode. I’m not saying every show has to do this emotional-moral marshmallow fluff, or that Daria is for everyone. It’s really not. But for as cliché, trope ridden, and stigmatized TV in general is, it’s a goldmine of emotion and growth over time, largely thanks to the patterns and rules that we know work.

So yeah, I overreacted a bit earlier. Knowing what works isn’t always a bad thing. As a self-declared semi-creative it’s always more fun to dump a can of beer on “the system” and give it a stone-cold stunner, but perhaps, just like Daria, we self-declared semi-creatives need to learn that sometimes dipping a participatory toe in “the system” isn’t always a bad thing.  


If you had to choose between faction loyalty and your family, which one would it be? Which one becomes your undoing?

Chapter 1

Originally posted by rihqnna

@tigpooh67 @pathybo @beautifulramblingbrains @jojuarez26 @bookwarm85 @carefultheyspit @scorpio2009 @iammarylastar @feminamortem @lets-play-truth-or-dare @deepfrz @jaiboomer11

                    He says, “Oh, baby girl, don’t get cut on my edges

                    I’m the king of everything and oh, my tongue is a weapon

                   There’s a light in the crack that’s separating your thighs
                   And if you wanna go to heaven you should fuck me tonight.”

Keep reading

agentcalliope  asked:

If you're still doing headcanons can you do fitzsimmons+wearing each other's clothes ?

Hey Casey, remember how you told me you were sending me an ask, but you wanted me to wait eight months to answer it? You didn’t? DARN IT!!

  • Okay, they get ACCUSED of sharing clothes all the time while in SciOps, but it isn’t true in the slightest
  • I mean, they have some cardigans that look SIMILAR, but that’s basically it
  • And then there’s the jumper Fitz accidentally left at Jemma’s apartment when he was able to talk her into going swimming
  • And maybe she wears that on occasion
  • But that’s not sharing. That’s finder’s keepers
  • (And really, she’s not sure why he was wearing one in the summer, anyway)
  • But when she gets back from Maveth?
  • She looks into her closet and starts to cry
  • It’s an irrational response, really, but her clothes wrinkle too easily and remind her too much of the person she used to be
  • So when Fitz offers to lend her his hoodie, she’s more than grateful
  • He also gives her a few shirts that are just the right kind of too big
  • She spent so long dreaming of Fitz that being in his clothes is the more comforting than she can say
  • She never gives them back
  • (He never asks)
  • And Fitz wearing Jemma’s clothes? That doesn’t really happen 
  • But when they’ve been married for a little under a year, and Fitz has been going through a bit of a hard time
  • He’s got some projects so big and important that he’s been stress eating
  • So when he can barely squeeze his trousers on, he starts to panic
  • Is he getting fat? Is he letting himself go? Will Jemma stop being attracted to him?  
  • And he’s about to really freak out when Jemm walks into the room, still brushing her teeth
  • “Fitz, why are you wearing my trousers?”
  • Fitz breathes a sigh of relief
Lost Lover

Summary: You and John are reunited and you have to face some difficult truths about your lives.

Pairings: John x Reader

Warnings: angst, language, smut, cliffhanger ending?

Word count: 1106

A/N: This was originally just a smutty piece, but I edited it to add a lil’ angst. I know, I’m a terrible person🙊 As always, feedback is super duper appreciated!

Keep reading

commutingtoreality  asked:

Thanks for taking prompts! Should I not be too late for this meme and if it please you, could I ask for a 16 RaphxCasey? I love when you make those two work hard, and nothing says "self-conscious turtle & boyfriend" more than quiet sweetness. Alternately, Apritello 17? If you already have your fill of requests, don't worry: I'll take my popcorn and enjoy with gusto the other prompts you choose to write! :)

16. when one person’s face is scrunched up, and the other one kisses their lips/nose/forehead 


Raph’s known Casey for ten years, and in that time, Casey’s had twenty-seven jobs. They all start the same way: Casey comes slamming into the lair or April’s apartment, wherever everyone’s hanging out that night, and yells “My dudes! Guess who’s gainfully employed!”. Then he flexes for a while, invades someone’s personal space – usually Donnie’s, sometimes Leo’s – till someone bites the bullet and asks for the full story. 

Twenty-seven times Raph’s done this rodeo, and he knows exactly where it’s going to end. Maybe in three days, maybe in six months, but there’s only one place Casey ever ends up: fired. 

(”Does it ever bug you?” Raph asked him once, right after Casey was very politely asked to get the hell out of PetSmart and to please never come back. “Like, when April got fired from Trader Joe’s, she punched a hole in the wall.” 

Casey just shrugged. “I mean, yeah, it sucks, but I get it. Not many places are gonna be pumped about a cashier comin’ in with bruises all the time. Kinda scares the customers.” 

Both of them knew there was no way Casey was gonna stop what gave him the bruises, because Casey Jones is Lawful Stupid and would be till the day he died.) 

It’s different this time. Raph swings through the living room window, six pack under his arm and ready to huddle under a blanket to watch the game, just to find the living room empty. 

“Case?” he calls. “You there?” 

Something rattles in the kitchen. Raph heads in that direction, after a backwards look to make sure April’s door is good and closed. Not that he minds having April around, but he’d just rather not have her around being a turd about how the Rangers are going to crap out, again. Casey’s already enough of a headcase about them as it is. 

But April’s door is closed, and the only light in the apartment is coming from the kitchen. Raph walks inside to find Casey at the stove, glaring into a pot of boiling water, tapping a metal spoon against the side. 

“I’m here.” Raph drops the beers on the table and sits down in his usual seat. “What’s for dinner?” 

Casey ignores him to keep tapping the spoon against the pot. From what Raph can see through the heavy sweep of his hair, Casey’s scowling, face all creased up, like Donnie’s when some experiment dares to betray him by not succeeding immediately. 

“Hey,” says Raph, kicking Casey in the leg. “Anybody home?” 

“Jesus, Raph, I’m right here.” Casey shifts away. “And pasta, we’re doin’ pasta.” 

“Whoa, what crawled up your ass and died?” Raph reaches for a beer, because it’s obviously going to be that kind of night, and he might as well get started now. “I was just asking –” 

“Yeah, I know, and I answered.” Casey glares at him, brows low and mouth tugged down in a hard curve. “Or did you want me to read you the ingredients while I was at it?” 

Raph avoids feelings, talking about feelings, thinking about feelings, and having feelings as much as possible; that kind of stuff slows you down in a fight, when all you should be thinking about is how to take the bad guys down hard enough so that they don’t get up again. Do your job, do your best, and things will work out. 

He’s got feelings, he just doesn’t deal with them. But sometimes he makes an exception for Casey, because there’s a soft gooey center under all that hair gel and ego, and something in Raph – something just as soft, that he’s never going to admit to having – wants to make sure that nothing keeps Casey down for good. 

“You okay?” he asks, popping the cap off another beer and holding it out to Casey. “Because if you’re not, you should…talk to April.” 

Critical miss! yells Donnie inside Raph’s head. 

“Yeah, because talking to Little Miss Perfect’s gonna make everything all better. Thanks for that, Raph.” Casey takes the beer and drains half of it in a gulp. 

“Or you could talk to me,” Raph says in a rush, before he can stop himself. He scratches the back of his neck, not looking at Casey, and silently sighs in relief when Casey drops into the seat across from him. 

“I got fired,” Casey says, once he’s finished his beer. “Go ahead, I think it’s your turn for the I told you so.” 

Normally, Raph would be all over that, but Casey’s usually the one to start making fun of himself once the inevitable hits. He doesn’t try to boil spaghetti water with his brain, and he doesn’t shit on April. And this job had meant something to Casey. Raph’s a dick, but he’s not an asshole. “I’ll pass,” he says. “What happened?” 

Casey’s scowl deepens, hard lines on either side of his mouth and at his eyes. “Came in late and beat up one too many times, same as always,” he says. “Can’t have the kiddos seeing their coach all beat to hell. Bad example. Or that’s what the school board said.” 

There’s a beat of quiet, then Casey drops his forehead to the table. “Fuck,” he says, muffled by the wood. “Just this once, I thought I was doin’ something good.”

Raph squirms in his seat. It sucks for Casey, more than anyone can say, but he’s got no idea how to handle this. How pathetic is this, that Casey’s his boyfriend but even Donnie could handle this better? 

Casey stays facedown on the table, his hands clenched in his hair, till Raph feels the irresistible impulse to stand up, lean over the table, and lift Casey up by the shoulders. 

“You were doing something good,” he says, the words nearly choking him. “They’re assholes. I’m sorry.” 

And then, because Casey’s still scowling and Raph has no idea what to do next, he kisses Casey on the forehead, like he’s seen April do whenever Donnie gets into a funk. 

There’s another beat, and then Casey snickers. “Oh my god,” he says. “That’s so sweet. You been takin’ lessons?” 

Raph pulls away so he won’t strangle Casey with his own bandanna, and grabs the beer. “You’re the worst,” he says, stalking back toward the living room. “I try to do one thing –” 

“It was just really heterosexual!” Casey yells, following him and grinning like an asshole now. “I’m not used to –” 

Raph tackles him to the floor and starts punching for his kidneys, but Casey is laughing, and hey, at least now he’s dealt with feelings for the next year or so, right? 


iridley  asked:

if Hyde and Jackie would had been in character, how do you think the whole *growing up is scary* arc of season 7 would had gone?

Nowhere? I always thought that Hyde suddenly being worried about not doing too much childish stuff was incredible out of character. He has never had a problem with that, probably because he had to grow up quickly due to his home situation. And even with that, he always found a way to enjoy his teen days.

Really. I think people is not seeing that most this group of teenagers has done a lot of the cliché stuff that made teen days “awesome” to most people. From stealing to smoking, to love and sex drama, being wasted with your friends, all that jazz. It’s a sitcom, it tries to show many of the usual stuff someone can live in their own time.

In this kind of shows is easy to make story lines about being afraid of growing up and leave those teen days behind. But when you have a character that spends most his key points of characterization supporting other people’s growth, showing a level of maturity his friends doesn’t have and being pretty self-aware, you fucked up by giving that one character such story line.

This is what happened with Hyde. He has been supporting Jackie’s growth since season 2, once he gets to know her better and notice she seriously needs the pushing. And Jackie is not the only one he is shown to support in that matter, he tries to help Donna in many ocasions, like when her parents start having problems and when she gets all crazy-over-Casey, and Eric when he doesn’t want to go on after his break up, and when he is not sure of what to do with his life and gets engaged at fucking 18 years old. 

So honestly, this arc? Bullshit.

Anyway, let’s pretend somehow it becomes an item. 

Keep reading

Why do I care?

Many of you probably ask why I care so much about Coleneti and why I am so adamant that they are together, to the point of probably burning a lot of bridges.

Answer me this. Name one. I’m only asking for one out gay celebrity boy that does not fall into the “flamboyant” or “stereotypical” category. Someone under the age of…27 who is in the public eye who you don’t see has a limp wrist or diva moves or whatever. 

Did you even come up with one name? I didn’t think so. 

Only recently have we even got that in characters, but look closely. All the actors are straight, and not only are they straight but you can find at least one interview with each of them where they talk about how hard it was to play gay or how they watched gay movies to get in character. WHAT? It’s just a fucking love story. Why do you think you deserve special praise for being able to act like you are in love with someone?

Tyler Young and James Paxton: Eyewitness, straight actors. 

Cameron Monaghan and Noel Fisher: Shameless, straight actors.

Henrik Holm and Tarjei Sandvik Moe: SKAM, straight actors. 

Hayden Byerly (He’s actually the worst with this) and Gavin MacIntosh: The Fosters, straight actors.

David Solans and Carlos Cuevas: Merlí, straight actors.

I could keep going, but you get the idea. And no, for all I know they are all gay, but so far, it seems like they are all straight. 

But then take a look at the other side. 

Darren Criss and Chris Colfer: Glee. Chris is out, Kurt was flamboyant. 

Eric Osborne and Lyle Lettau: Degrassi. Lyle is gay and Tristan is flamboyant.

See a pattern?

This is the second time I’m bringing up the study, but a study done this year found that less than 50% of people between the ages of 15 and 25 identify as straight. So is it MORE likely that half of the entire Riverdale cast is queer than not. 

Most people live by the rule straight until proven gay. I go by the mind, especially in this age group, queer until you tell me otherwise. Queer does not mean gay. Queer means if you look close and act romantic and there is a lot of evidence to that fact, I’m going to think you are together regardless of the gender. And based on studies like that one, this mindset makes more sense than straight until proven gay. 

Do I think that Cole and KJ are dating, absolutely. 

Hell honestly I’m starting to see a lot of things that could make me believe Lili and Debby are too, and admit it, that would make a lot more things make sense, but she could also be with Nick.

Do I think Stephanie and Casey are together, 100%. Do I think Casey is straight…not so much. 

Who is dating who in my eyes has nothing to do with a boy and girl who have chemistry, oh they must be together. 

I’ve worked in this industry too long to believe that. 

Am I making this too much of a big deal. Yes. and I know that. I know that KJ and Cole are not my friends, that worrying about if they are together or not is not really my place, but that little boy in a football uniform in middle school who has the crush on the linebacker (he’s the quarterback by the way), needs to know it’s okay. Needs to know he’s not alone, and you see that kid who used to play rugby and works out a lot? He’s gay too and you’re not alone. 

Until THAT happens (fill in KJ’s story with anyone else, the point stays the same) I’m going to be here fighting for people to see that two boys who don’t fit the normal stereotype might actually love each other as more than a bromance (I hate that word). 

Until that 13-year-old Disney actor can walk outside with his boyfriend hand in hand and I’m going to still be doing this. 

Until that gay boy who plays rugby can play a gay character who doesn’t have a limp wrist and say “Hayyy Gurlll” I’m going to keep doing this. 

So I’m sorry if I offend you or if my posts bother you, but this is really important to me.

And no, this post was not about Coleneti, so please, for the love of god do not comment about how Cole is really with Lili cause if that’s all you got out of this…well, block me, please.

anonymous asked:

Marliza modern AU headcanons please???? Thank you😁

oh shit boy be prepared.

- everyone thinks maria is the fiery one in the relationship but she has deadass lost count of the amount of times she has had to hold eliza back from a fight
- eliza is usually trying to fight someone who talks shit about maria or maria and eliza being together
- maria takes her coffee with loads of sugar and cream and eliza takes hers black with one sugar and they have gotten into numerous debates about how coffee should or shouldnt be drank
- eliza finds out maria used to play guitar in college and begs maria to serenade her
- maria picks up the guitar and sings that vine thats like “i love you bitch” *strums guitar* “i aint ever gonna stop lovin you” *strums guitar* “bitch”?
- after she actually plays a song for her and sings and eliza thinks its the most beatiful thing shes ever heard and maria doesnt even get to finish the song because eliza is kissing her and oh wow eliza please be careful ive had this guitar since college and no okay never mind fuck the guitar i mean me fuck me
- maria is usually the top/dom/whatever but if eliza wants to be top then she can make maria melt in seconds and maria lowkey loves whenever eliza is top and is so sub its not even funny
- their first dance song at their wedding is night go slow by casey shaw (seriously listen to this and what ever you do dont think about marliza)
- eliza is the type of person that will tag maria in posts on facebook, twitter, tumblr, etc even tho shes sat next to her
- “eliza just show me on your phone!” “no ive tagged you just look okay” *ping* “really another one?” “last one i promise”.
- its not the last one

hey! im taking writing requests! drop me a ship and prompt, request, kink, etc and ill write something for it!

anonymous asked:

I kinda wanna know what Mae's mom's reaction was after learning Mae was finally pregnant. She seemed pretty excited in game when she assumed Mae was pregnant when she (Mae) really wasn't.

I know omgg that was one of the funniest parts in the game (and I mean adorable too). 

Mae’s mom was super happy to find out… It took her dinner that night that the feeling finally sunk in that she was going to be a grandmom and she literally flipped her tacos. 

Funny enough, when Mae went into labor with bby Casey, Mae’s mom had actually called Aunt Molly so she can drive in front of them so they can reach the hospital in time for Mae to have Casey there… Go grandma! (owo)9′’

Lol but thank you for stopping by Anon~!! 

anonymous asked:

Consider that in PDH, Katelyn strikes a deal with Zane so that she's in the Jo9 and not Casey. I mean, the reason she was in the jury in MCD was to protect her family so... it works.

Alternate theory: Zane could go and choke because I care 0 about him, his character development, everything.

Mystreet verse suffers from him being a main character in aphmau series.


AU: Derek and Casey dated before their parents were even dating. When their parents announced their engagement, it came as a huge surprise to both Derek and Casey, but because Casey wanted her mother happy, she allowed her mom and George to get married–which had surprised Derek, because he wasn’t going to allow it. Casey convinced Derek that the two wouldn’t last anyway, so why not allow their parents to be happy? Derek on the other hand felt like it had all been decided for him and he was unhappy. After their parents got married, all Derek did was irritate and annoy Casey which was his way of venting his bottled feelings–and he enjoyed the reaction he’d elicit from his former ex, now step-sister.. This took Casey by surprise because the Derek she knew was not the Derek she knows now. In the end, it all comes down to one thing–they still have feelings for each other, but Casey would never cross the line, even if it means she could lose a valuable friendship.

“Derek, this needs to stop. The old videos need to go, you need to delete everything unless you want Mom and George to find out about our past. What’s wrong with you? You were different, so what happened?”

            "–What happened was you and your decision. What happened was this marriage. You might have thought we wouldn’t have worked out, but you were wrong. You’re still wrong because I love you. We could have worked out but you chose for me and now we’re both miserable.“ There was a short pause and through gritted teeth, Derek said what he thought he’d never say. 

            "I will never forgive you Casey.”

He watched as she turned around and walked away. He knew he had hurt her, but she had hurt him more. He knew she still loved him, but she decided their ending for them. Who was to say he would ever make it easy for her?

Casey threw herself down in a chair, an annoyed look on her already tired face. “I need a drink, in an ideal world.” she muttered. She’d had a long day and although gotten everything she’d wanted done, her trip home hadn’t been great. There had been a lot of traffic and she was generally just in a heightened state of anxiety. When she’d parked and was riding up in the elevator there had been a baby with their mom. It had been staring at the girl for a while, before bursting into tears. As Casey recounted the story her eyebrows knitted together. “I mean i didn’t even do anything to it! It just started screaming it’s head off. Like I was going to eat it or something. I wanted to after that performance.“

anonymous asked:

so when Casey and Minnie go official, How do Mae and Bea react? I imagine that they are thrilled

Mae is super thrilled, cause she LOVES Minnie (a girl almost like herself dating her little girl? NICE). Bea is a bit cautious because her daughter easily falls in love with A LOT of other girls her age… But she does seem pretty happy that her daughter and Minnie are happy together once they are official.

So both moms are a okay (and by that I mean Mae is fricken ecstatic and Bea is calm and chill, but super happy for her little girl). >W<b

I Knew it was a Bad Idea: Part 2

Summary: (Y/N) gets to the bunker and tries to take Casey home, She’s not having it. Ridiculousness ensues.
Word Count: 4067
Pairing: Sam x Reader
Warning: None (let me know if I need to tag something)
A/N: Back by popular demand, I Knew it was a Bad Idea, Part 2.
Miss Part 1? Read it here

I guess I fell asleep because the next thing I knew someone was knocking on my door and calling my name.

“Casey?” Sam called and I sighed tiredly, rubbing my eyes and stretching.

“Yeah?” I asked getting up and opening the door.

“We were wondering if you wanted dinner, Dean made burgers.”

“No, thanks,” I said, wrinkling my nose. “I brought some stuff,” I said, digging in my bag to find the snacks that were more to my taste. I wasn’t really one for the grease of… Anything.

Sam laughed at your selection and smiled. “I made a salad, you can have some of that instead, if you want.” He said, and I smiled, nodding.

“That sounds good.” I said, getting up and following him to the kitchen.

When I served myself Dean scoffed.

“You are Sammy’s,” Dean said, and I laughed at him.

“Yeah, that was sort of the whole thing, wasn’t it?” I said before stabbing at the leaves and veggies. It was what mom had raised me on, and everything else felt too heavy, like a weight in my stomach. Mom picked her healthy habits up from Sam, and found she couldn’t go back.

“Yeah, I guess it was,” he laughed, and I shrugged, going back to my salad.

Dean was looking between Casey and Sam, throughout the meal, and now that he looked at them, they were really alike. Not just in looks, they had a few similarities there, but he could see more of (Y/N) in Casey than Sam. No, it was weird how similar their eating pace was, and how they held the fork at the same angle. It was like looking at two Sam’s, and it was weird.

He started to think maybe she were doing it on purpose, but she never even really looked at Sam, and Sam never really looked at her.

It was just weird. There couldn’t be two Sammys.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Why are people theorizing that it's either Mouch or Casey who die in the fire?? Wasn't like half the team trapped in there too when it was coming down?? Hermann with Mouch, Kanell and Severide trying to get Casey out, and Kidd off somewhere?? I mean, I know it was Casey who was actually trapped in that room-thing and Mouch is deadweight, but it seemed like the others might not be able to get out either.

i guess because a lot of the episode was dedicated to mouch and it was his LAST shift before retiring. plus they had a plouch scene! just all of that leads to me personally thinking mouch is going to die more than the others. and literally in front of his best friend!!! then Casey…. well, i don’t think Casey will die. him saying goodbye to Gabby and saying she was his miracle (oh gosh i am about to cry again) could lead to people thinking he is going to die. i mean i think Casey thinks he is going to die! but i think the others will live, including casey. I think then herrmann will be traumatized from seeing his best friend die, and Cruz with feeling guilty. then casey might be in the hospital for some time to recover? who knows? obviously there will be more effects from this than just someone dying! (someone HAS to die from this, it’s been a long time coming…)

Wanting More | Luke Smut

Masterlist | Mobile Masterlist | Requests

“How many times has his happened now?”

“Too many.”

“I mean you would think she would have learned that he’s only using her!”

“Or maybe he could try and be a fucking decent human being for once and stop playing her. We all know she’s an easy target.”

The hushed voices echoed around the living room, accented by the cries coming from the room just down the hall from where you and your best friends sat together, discussing how to resolve the situation. 

Your friend Casey had been repeatedly making the mistake of sleeping with Luke Hemmings, and every time it happened she thought that maybe that time it meant something to him, but every time he fucked her then kicked her out and was with a different girl the next night. Yet, for reasons you couldn’t figure out she went crawling back to him every time he so much as breathed her way.

This time you had had enough. You couldn’t bear to hear Casey’s sobs as she lay broken-hearted on her bed, barely able to leave the room for the next couple of days. “You know what, I’m going to have a word with Luke. He needs to know that he can’t just use people like that.” You stood up, shaking off the protests of your friends, you were determined to let him know exactly how much of an asshole he was.

Throwing your leather jacket on, you walked out of the apartment calling back to your friends, “Someone bring Casey some tissues before she drowns in her own tears. And tell her I’m off to be her knight-in-shining-armor.” Slamming the door after you.

Having been to Luke’s house for a few parties from before he fucked up your friends life it didn’t take you long to get there, leaving no time for your anger to fizzle. Standing there and waiting for him to answer the door you quickly became impatient. ‘Of course this asshole doesn’t answer his goddamn doorbell, why do that when the whole world just waits on you hand and foot.’ You thought to yourself, starting to incessantly ring his doorbell.

After nearly a minute of constant ringing you heard movement inside, followed by a string of profanities until the man of the hour himself opened the door. His hair was disheveled under a black snapback, and he had on a black shirt that most definitely had not been washed recently enough with a pair of his usual skinny jeans that were tight against his long legs.

When he saw you standing at the doorway, his eyes ran up and down your body lingering on your chest which was pushed up from the way your arms were crossed across your body. Letting out a disgusted scoff you uncrossed your arms from your body, causing Luke to look up at you, “Well to what do I owe this pleasure.” He said, voice still scratchy from clearly having just woken up even though it was well past lunch time.

“Fuck off Luke, you know exactly why I’m here.” You pushed past him in to his apartment. Glancing around you realized why it was he had just woken up, beer cans were littered all over his apartment and what looked like the remnants of late-night nachos were scattered on his kitchen table.

“Sure, come on in.” Luke muttered under his breath before turning back to you, “Look if this is about Casey then - “

You cut him off before he could even get started, “Of course this is about fucking Casey. You treat her like your toy Luke!” You could feel yourself getting riled up, pacing around his kitchen, “She’s a human being, not one of your play things, you can’t just hit it and quit it-”

“I can’t help it if she doesn’t understand the agreement. I told her from the beginning it wasn’t going to be a serious thing.” Luke cut in, leaning against the counter, hardly even batting an eyelash at your anger.

You felt like pulling out your hair, “That doesn’t give you the right to forget she has feelings. I mean for fuck’s sake Luke, you slept with her, kicked her out of your apartment, and not even 12 hours later there’s pictures of you and another girl going in to a hotel together.” 

Luke smirked at that, “I can’t help the fact that they just throw themselves at me, I mean I’m a people pleaser Y/N. Can’t deny the people what they want.” His words made your blood boil, he needed to be taken down a notch, or maybe a whole bunch of notches.

He pushed off of the counter, walking towards where you now stood frozen by your anger in the middle of the kitchen. “If you want Y/N,” he was standing in front of you, his face incredibly close to yours, “I can please you too.”

As he stood there, with that same one-sided smirk on his face, acting as if everyone in the world would be lucky to be in his presence an idea popped in to your head. Glancing up at him through your lashes you did your best impression of a sultry voice, “You know what, you’re right Luke,” pulling your bottom lip between your teeth you ran your hand up his torso, “I do want you.” 

You took in a deep breath, pressed your body tightly against his, before walking backwards so that you were still facing him as you walked away. Heading towards where you knew his bedroom you undid your jacket and dropped it on the floor letting out a quiet, “oops” was before glancing back up at him only to find him still standing in the kitchen, “Are you going to join me Luke?”

That seemed to snap him out of his thoughts, as he jumped in to action following in your footsteps on the way to his bedroom. Glancing around his room as he came up behind you pressing his body against yours and leaving warm kisses down the side of your neck, you quickly found what you were looking for making a grin spread across your face.

“Luke I want you to lay on the bed and don’t move a muscle until I come back.” You said, breaking free from his wandering hands. He nodded and watched as you snatched something off of his floor before heading in to the bathroom. 

Once you were in the bathroom you shed the rest of your clothes until you were left in nothing but the black Calvin Klein thong and push-up bra set that you had thrown on underneath your clothes this morning. Messing up your hair and biting on your lips a little bit, you did your best to look as enticing as possible, before heading back out to Luke.

Following your instructions perfectly you found Luke laying on the bed, with his hands behind his head staring up at the ceiling. You ran the silky material of the tie you had grabbed off of his floor earlier between your hands and made your way to the foot of the bed, grabbing Luke’s attention with your movements.

“Damn Y/N, your body is fucking amazing.” Luke’s eyes were already starting to get a little bit darker. You didn’t respond instead just crawling up the bed, one knee on each side of his body. You made sure to give him a nice view of your breasts before you lowered your face until it was just centimeters from his. Sneaking your hands beneath his shirt, you ran it up his body and pulled it over his head leaving his broad chest exposed.

“Hold your arms out for me baby,” You whispered, the puffs of air leaving your lips pressed against his. He followed your instructions, enamored with the way you looked hovering above him. As soon as he held out his arms you shifted your weight so that it was held by your knees rather than your hands and tied his wrists to the headboard above his head.

Before Luke had the chance to say anything you slid down his body, your soft skin running against his clothed body. You began to place feather-light kisses on his neck, dipping down to where his shirt had hung off his collarbones earlier, before retracing your steps back up his neck and adding a little more force behind the kisses.

When you reached just below his ear you sucked hard knowing it was a sensitive spot for most people, and Luke was no different. He let out a moan his eyes closing when you nibbled on the skin before soothing it with your tongue. “For the duration of this encounter you’re going to be completely at my mercy Luke, and if you so much as breathe without permission from me I’ll leave you here begging to cum. Got it?”

He nodded vigorously. “Good.” You replied, a smirk pulling across your lips. Sitting up so your crotch was placed right above his growing hard on, you lowered your weight on to him and ever so slightly shifted from side to side, watching as his chest began to rise and fall a little quicker. “Does that feel good Luke?”

He nodded again, “Can you use your words Luke?” You said, grinding down a little bit harder on his crotch.

“Mmm, fuck yes that feels good Y/N.” His eyes scrunched up a little tighter as you continued your movements.

“Open your eyes for me Luke, I’ve got something I want you to see.” He peeled one eye open, the other one quickly snapping open as he saw what you had in store for him. Your hands running over your body, you massaged your breasts together over the bra, before reaching around back and unhooking it, letting them spill free. 

Circling your nipples with your fingers, you let out a soft groan as you felt yourself beginning to get wet. Picking up the pace at which your hips moved, you pinched one of your nipples while your other hand lowered to the place where your hips met his. Stopping the movement of your hips all together Luke let out a whine, but that quickly turned in to a groan when you began to palm him over his jeans feeling just how hard he had gotten.

“Do you want me to take off these restricting jeans?” You murmured, laying down on him so that your breasts were pressed against his chest, with you hand still working him over through his jeans. 

You could see the muscles in his neck tensing as he struggled to speak. “Please Y/N, please take them off.” 

Giggling at how throaty his voice sounded, you stopped all movement with your hand and sat back up, “Only because you said please.” Before slowly undoing the button on his jeans, and making sure to run your hand against him as you pulled down the zipper, hearing the sigh of relief that left Luke’s lips as you pulled his jeans off. 

“Now, I think you need to earn the removal of these boxers, don’t you?” You said, seeing the desperate look in Luke’s eyes. “Maybe you could do a little something for me?”

He nodded vigorously, like a puppy who just got offered to go outside. Smirking at his enthusiasm you slid off your panties before climbing on top of his face. “Do your worst Hemmings.” You said, before lowering yourself on to his face.

Within minutes Luke had you holding on to the headboard, panting for air. It was as if his tongue was everywhere all at once. One minute he would be tongue-fucking you and the next he was playing what felt like hockey with your clit - but in the best way possible.

“Oh, oh god Luke,” You called out, moaning his name a few more times, before suddenly being snapped back to reality as you remembered just whose beard it was that was chaffing your thighs, something you had heard Casey complaining about just the other day. Focusing back in on the mission, you backed away from his face, losing your breath for a moment at how hot he looked with your juices smeared across his lips. 

A smile pulled on his lips, as he licked his lips collecting all that he could, “Damn Y/N, you taste amazing.” Desperate to wipe that grin off of his face and take away the power you had given him, you leaned back on the bed and spread your legs. Judging by the sound that fell from his lips, you were sure you had given him a good view.

You ran your fingers up your slit, before placing them in your mouth and sucking off what you could, moaning at the taste of yourself, “Mmm, you’re right Luke. I do taste good.” You watched as his face flushed an even deeper red than he already was, his hips swiveling ever so slightly. “Aww, is someone getting impatient?” You mocked, straddling him once again making sure he could feel how wet you were through his boxers.

“Don’t worry Luke, we’ll be done here soon enough.” Beginning to really grind hard against his hips, you could feel his length rubbing against you in just the right places. You placed your hands on his broad chest, to stabilize yourself as you began to make figure eight motions with your hips, Luke bucking against you and straining against his restraints.

“Fuck Y/N, please untie me. I want to feel your body and see you underneath me.” Unable to speak as your body began to shake, you just shook your head making Luke whimper out. 

Sliding up ever so slightly you could feel Luke’s abdominal muscles clenching underneath you, “Y/N, damn that feels good, but,” he gasped as you moaned out his name, “I’m going to cum in my pants if you don’t do something soon.” 

“Just a little bit longer.” You huffed out, your words punctuated by moans that fell from your lips. You could feel just how tightly wound your body was, about to snap from the friction of Luke’s boxers and the movement of his strong hips beneath you. “Oh, god, yes Luke right there.” You called out as he thrust his hips up in just the right way.

His face flushed, eyes closed, and head thrown back as he held back his release he continued to thrust against you, watching as your eyes rolled back in to your head and you still atop him for a brief moment, before a wave of pleasure rolled through you, causing your whole body to shake in relief.

Every thought about what you were here for had rushed from your mind, only focusing on the feeling that was flowing throughout your body. That feeling of pure bliss and relaxation as your muscles contracted, pushing out fluids that would most definitely leave a stain on Luke’s boxers.

The sounds falling from your parted lips had Luke pulsating in his boxers, just barely holding himself back from spilling all over, but just when he thought he had reached his breaking point you began to come down from your high, the reason you were hear in the first place rushing back to your pleasure-filled brain.

Standing up you began to collect your things from Luke’s floor, and as you pulled your panties back on you heard a cry of protest from Luke’s mouth, “What are you doing? I didn’t break any of your rules!” His voice was desperate, and just by looking at how hard he was you could see why. 

You pretended to contemplate what he had said, “Hmm, I guess I can’t help it if you didn’t understand the agreement.” Throwing his own words back at him, as you finished buttoning up your jeans. Walking over to him, you brushed your hand against his hard on one last time, before leaving a ghost of a kiss on his cheek, “Maybe you can find one of these people that you pleased to take care of that for you. I’m sure they’d just be throwing themselves at you to help.” 

You couldn’t help but smile as you walked away from Luke, leaving him being the one wanting more for once in his life.

A/N: These Japan pictures of Luke have been killing me today, so I had to write something about them. Let me know what you think here, maybe I’ll even write a part 2 if enough people want it!

Tomorrowland: Casey Newton [ENFP]

OFFICIAL TYPING by Charity / The Mod

Extroverted Intuition (Ne): Casey is a self-described optimist, who believes you can change the future in whichever way you want—and that’s what she does, once she starts accessing Tomorrowland. She is so excited to encounter the pin that allows her to see into a different reality, that she goes to great lengths to further explore it, desperate to get there and out of her own life. When the pin “loses power” and shuts down, she becomes very angry and frustrated, because it means her exploration of new possibilities is terminated. She gets on Frank for his pessimistic attitude. Once in Tomorrowland, her excitement over so many new things all at once is infectious.

Introverted Feeling (Fi): Frank’s pessimistic attitude does nothing to change her opinion of Tomorrowland. Other people telling her that the future is inevitable matters little to her; Casey trusts her own beliefs, ideas, and impressions to move her forward. She doesn’t talk about what she’s doing, where she’s going, or how she feels about anything that is happening; she reacts to it, hides it behind funny jokes (“If I were doing that, it would be a poor example to my little brother…”), and generally marches to the beat of her own drum. She tends to believe the best in others, every time.

Extroverted Thinking (Te): She has her mind blown in Frank’s house, where she gets a look at his numerous inventions. She trusts him to think creatively, and instead chooses the quickest route to get what she wants. Her decision to ride her bike to an enormous empty field, where she can explore the second reality without bumping into walls, is a logical one. Her reasoning is often sound; if she can save the landing, she can save her dad’s job.

Introverted Sensing (Si): Her only tie to the past is her father’s red cap, but at the end of the film, Casey uses tried and true methods of recruiting “the dreamers” (sending out childlike robots, to drop off pins, to excite intuitive imaginations) in honor of Athena, and tells them to live up to her.


*Erik Imagine* there’s so much erik on my dash


Erik Durm was a simple-minded, feelings closed off, football player who only seems to want to love football. Well that’s how it was six years ago when Casey was dating him, and so that’s how she assumed he was now. A 22 year-old, world football champion, who wanted more.

But as they were growing up, and she passed the ball with him for countless hours, let him make moves around her for days, put moves on her for weeks, she knew that he probably wanted something more substantial now. His dream when they were going out was to get on the national team (check) and win the world cup (check). He never talked about after that, he never told her what he wanted after that, and it was probably because they were young and so not going to make it to 2014 after a world cup win.

But things were just not how they seemed to be, first she get’s a letter from him, with tickets to the national game near her family home, (and GOD knows how he got her address, was it her mother, was it his mother). Then there was the letters with tickets to Borussia games, when she was a clear Shalke fan since her birth, she practically screamed when she heard her longest and serious relationship ex was playing for her RIVAL team (and it’s not like she still had feelings for him).

(but she did)

(she wasn’t saying that out loud though)

Then, a few days before the game derby she had been saving money for, she got a big surprise. “It is not our policy Mr. Durm, to give away tenant numbers,” she hear her usual surly receptionist say to tall, blonde, skinny boy. Erik Durm.

“But like, it’s not like you’re telling me where she’s living-”

“I’ve told you many times Sir, we don’t tell strangers-”

“I’m not a stranger though!”

“Erik,” Casey hissed from a few feet away. Erik stood up straighter at the mention of his name, his eyes catching Casey’s almost immediately.

“Casey,” he whispered.

She stood up straighter, and walked forward to grab Erik’s arm pulling him away from the agitated Mr. Sumpt. “What are you doing here?” she asked quietly.

“Well, you never responded to my letters and I never saw you at the games so I thought that I would take the next step and come see you-”

“Shouldn’t the next step be calling me or something?” She gripped his arm tighter, seeing a group of girls walk by and towards the elevator. She dropped it though when remembering that they weren’t an item anymore.

Erik eyed the hand she had just dropped, he didn’t have a disease or anything, nothing was wrong with it. “Um…” He looked back to Casey, “I’m sorry, I should have told you about Marco and what he’s been doing it’s just that but I’ve been procrastinating and the game is Saturday so I just-”

“The Derby is Saturday? Yeah I know that, I was going to go and… God Erik you’re not giving me tickets to this game to because I can’t except those either.” Another group of loud girls came in through the doors and Erik whipped his head around, his eyes caught on to the stairs sign and he pulled Casey there. “Where are we even going Erik? You don’t know what floor I’m on-”

“Third floor room three-o-five.” Casey’s eyebrows shot together. “I asked your mother Case.”

“But like… she’s… I just…” Erik was still pulling her pretty forcefully as they reached the second floor when she pulled herself out of his grasp. “You don’t have a key right?” she asked because she would be pretty pissed if her mother gave her ex boyfriend the key to her apartment. Erik started up the steps again, and Casey followed by two steps before she stopped. “Wait, what has Marco been doing?”

She knew her Marco Reus was, no doubt about that. “Can we talk about this in your apartment?” Casey was still though, so Erik rushed down the steps and pulled her up them, through the door, and to her apartment door. He then grabbed the keys that were in her hand when she walked in to the apartment building and opened her door.

“What has Marco been doing Erik?” Casey repeated after Erik shut the door.

“Look, one day we were talking about ex’s we had when we were teenagers and I brought you up because you are one and the boys wanted pictures and like it was a whole big ordeal about how fucked up the relationship but I mean…”

“It was my idea to end it ‘because of you going to be eventually on the national team and I didn’t want to hold you back. You would join a club who knows where and I was going to London for two years and we would be apart so who knows where we were going.’ Yes Erik I am well aware of the half ass reasons I gave you. What does this have to do with Marco?” It was weird to her to refer to Marco Reus as if she knew him, when all she knew was Erik and they hadn’t talked almost a year. (Christmas Parties were blurs for everyone except Casey Haltman)

“He said that he’s interested,” Erik muttered. Casey fell to the back of her couch. Marco Reus wasn’t interested in her, she didn’t believe it. “Except he’s not really like…” Casey looked up, Erik was in front of her now. “It’s sorta like a challenge like…”

“What?” she asked her voice up an octave.

“I wanted to go out with you really, and I was talking about you to him and he doesn’t think we can get back together and I was just thinking that since your back in Dortmund and there was the game I was just thinking…”

“No Erik,” Casey started, standing up and looking Erik in the eye, “I think you weren’t thinking straight. Erik were not… Erik we can’t…” Casey blushed and looked away from Erik.

“Why not Case?” he grabbed her hands in his and tried to make her look at him. “The reasons when we were younger don’t matter anymore we can get over those, Casey come on.” He had such a big smile on his face, so hopeful. “We can work.”

“Erik,” Casey started slowly, “new things come up. It doesn’t matter that we’ve matured and that the problems from four-five years ago might not matter, but really Erik, other things Erik.”

“Casey, please.” Casey took a deep breath.

“Erik,” she breathed.


“I’m sorry miss, you can’t come back here,” one of the security guards told Casey as she walked through the halls.

She hated Erik, he told her to meet her somewhere, but then since she tried to not go in this arena she didn’t know her way around. “No I’m looking for someone.”

“I need you to come with me.” He grabbed her forearm tightly and began to pull her away from the way she was going.

“Casey?” she heard Erik call. “Casey!” Casey pulled out of the security guard’s grip. “That’s a Schalke shirt,” Erik said when he walked right up to her.

“I’m here you ass.” Erik laughed, pulling her into his chest.

“Nein Case, I don’t like it. Here,” he pulled off his sweaty jersey, and gave it to her. “Authentic.” He smirked at her.

“Is it signed?” she asked with a smile.

gif’s aren’t mine and I hope you all like it