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A Guide to The Adventure Zone metaplot

So recently, I re-listened to the entirety of TAZ in prep for the ending and took notes; as we head into the finale next week, I wanted to share them! This is a comprehensive look at every plot thread, bit of foreshadowing, and yet-unresolved ideas as we head into endgame. This involves heavy spoilers through the most recent episode (66) and assumes you have already listened or read the content before.

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here’s what I think about the TW sterek saltfest I currently see on my dash, without delving too much into the past issues of this type of thing:

they’re waaaay too late to use sterek as a marketing ploy, and this is a desperate grasping at straws that is going to lead to failure

1. stiles and derek have been off the show for a while. the current fans aren’t all that invested in them, considering TW having current fans as a possibility

2. sterek fandom as an entity has long memories, and sterek as a fandom adapted quickly to the idea that fandom has little to do with the show a loooong time before the characters were written off it.  I remember desperately waiting for season 3 to stop airing so fandom would stop complaining about the show every week and go back to creating fix-it stuff.

so, 3. this won’t bring those old-guard sterek fans back and make us watch it. we MAY pay just enough attention to write canon-divergent / modern aus around gifsets we see on the internet, BUT even without getting into BETRAYAL and HOW DARE THEY re: their continual treatment of the fans, it’s hard to really feel excited about it, because we were always there for the characters and not the show itself, and I sincerely doubt things have changed for the better in their treatment of said characters.

it’s more like “jesus christ can’t derek hale catch a break?”

l0rdl0g43n  asked:

Hi ! Im sorry, my question is going to be very vague and I'll understand if you do not want to answer it. Here it is : I always have beginnings, or very basic concepts, but I never know how the story will go between the beginning and the end (when I have one...). Like, I've been writing for nearly ten years and I came up with hundred of idea but I only found what happens in the middle only two times. Can something help me ? Sorry again for this vague question but I'm like... Desesperate.

I think that this is probably a pretty common problem, and one that I deal with myself a lot of the time. It’s easy to start off with a great idea, it’s harder to persevere through the middle of it and get it done, right?

To me, it seems like there are a few different factors that can make it really difficult to get through the middle part of a story (aside from the difficulty in itself of just sitting down and writing the whole thing, of course), so I’ll go through a few of the main sticking points in writing that I’ve come up against.

I have a beginning, but then what?

Figuring out how to continue a story once you’ve gotten past the ‘brainwave’ section of the idea can be really hard. If the first part of the story came to you so naturally and easily, shouldn’t the rest of it just fall into place?

Well, not really. At this point you’ve probably got to look at what you have so far, look at where you want to get to in the end (if you know that) and figure out the most satisfying path to take to get there. The middle part of a story is often the hardest part, you have to expand on all the great little concepts that you’ve thrown together and you’ve got to figure out how to make them all make sense.

Sometimes brainstorming ideas will help get through this, just to figure out what could possibly happen:

  • What is the protagonist trying to achieve?
  • What is the antagonist trying to achieve?
  • What would be the simplest solution for these things?
  • What is the biggest mistake the protagonist could make?
  • What happens if the antagonist succeeds?
  • What outside forces does the protagonist have to contend with in addition to the events of the main plot?
  • What could tempt or force the protagonist away from achieving their goals?

Figure out the simplest path from start to end, and then throw a big old roadblock in your protagonist’s path. Make them question their own motives, their own goals, make them question whether they’re the hero that’s really needed here.

Essentially, lay out all the possible things that could happen, and then pick the ones that make the best story/ the highest drama.

Too many great possibilities?

While having too many ideas is often more of a ‘good’ problem to have, it can also wind up getting you stuck just as badly as not having ideas, because when you get right in there in the middle of the story and you realise that of the two or three or five GREAT concepts that you’ve got on your hands, only one or two of them can possibly fit in and have the story make sense, it can be heartbreaking to have to pick and choose.

If you’ve got too many ideas on hand, don’t stress. Pick the one or two that are the MOST exciting/ dramatic/ fun/ heartbreaking and go with them. Don’t throw away the other ideas – put them in a ‘for later’ folder and use them in the sequel, or in another story altogether.

It doesn’t feel ‘natural’, or I want the rest of the story to flow like the start did:

Sadly, most of the time there are going to be sections of every story that are difficult to just sit down and write. It’s going to feel like pulling teeth, but the only way is to figure out what you need to happen, and how you’re going to do it, and then sit there and type until it’s on the page. Maybe it won’t be pretty, it won’t be as fun as the start of the story was, but once it’s done it can be edited until it shines.

You can’t edit a blank page, and you can’t finish a story with only a beautiful opening.

Can’t think of what might happen next?

It happens, doesn’t it, you write out a fantastic starter and you’re just as excited as anyone to see where it goes and then it just … doesn’t. You’ve stalled out in your own story and it’s horrible.

Go back and look at your characters, at your world building, look at the direction that it was all going in before you stalled and work on fleshing things out – a lot of the time in this situation you’ve gotten ahead of yourself and the reason that you don’t know what happens next is that you’ve dived in headfirst without really getting familiar with what you’re creating. That’s okay, it just means you have to go back and do the work that you skipped in the beginning.

Other tips:

If you’re attempting to jump right into longform stories, like novels or full length scripts or comic scripts etc, and finding that you just can’t get through the whole thing, why not scale it back?

Try writing short stories, ten minute films, single page comics, to hone your craft and exercise yourself in being able to go through the beginning/ middle/ end stages of your form.

As well as that, the feeling of finishing something, even if it isn’t a ‘full’ length work, is very rewarding, and as well as the practice, it can give you the motivation to get back into the slog of working on a longer piece.

I hope that this helps, and please feel free to ask if you have a more specific question.

Some other posts that might help you are:

Post about plotting [HERE]

Post about speed plotting [HERE]

Post about three act structure [HERE]

Fic Recs #23

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, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22

Originally posted by haveseveralseatspeasant

What up, let’s read some fanfic.

Loving Together by @tsukikomew - Part 3 of the Together series. More babies. More challenges. More adorableness.

Olicity Fic Challenge 10: Nerf War by @spaztronautwriter - Felicity is left alone with William for the first time when Oliver gets called away on mayoral business. There’s only one way to deal with this: nerf war.

In the eye of the storm by @lilliclementi93 - Felicity and Oliver are on their way to Russia when the plane crashes in the wilderness. Lost and injured, they have to work together to survive.

Originally posted by beemichelle7

Mis-Adventures and Overreactions by @Dairi - Five times Felicity overreacts  with a scream, and one time it isn’t an overreaction.

Episode-Related One-Shot Related to 5x23: I find the cliffhanger uninteresting, so let’s skip right on past whatever the rescue effort is and just– by @machawicket - Post S5 finale. Skipping all that angsty cliffhanger apart-ness stuff. Let’s be real, we wanna get to the good stuff!

Pacific Crest Trials by ME - Felicity mentioned the PCT. She shared that look with Oliver, and we all know what that meant. The Summer of Resolved Sexual Tension aka the Sexing Across America tour totally featured our favorite couple hiking the trail. This was written for @thebookjumper Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon prompt “summer vacation!”

Originally posted by phebobuffay

Defy the Odds by @dreamsofolicity - Felicity and Oliver are both from Starling City, but they don’t meet until a twist of fate brings them together in the Caribbean.

Defenders of the Night by @bushlaboo - This fandom needs more fantasy AUs hardcore! I think this is based on some type of movie/book series/tv show I’ve never heard of, but I don’t care! There’s gargoyles, curses, magic, and all that fun stuff! Go forth and expand your horizons.

Bonds That Can’t Be Broken by @wherethereissmoak - Felicity Smoak - an Omega - wakes after one night of her heat with no memory of the night before, a bondmark, and her mate nowhere in sight. What happens next?

The Donor by @spaztronautwriter - Felicity wants to have a baby. The only problem? She’s not dating anyone. But why should she let that stop her? She decides to get artificially inseminated, but couldn’t have anticipated everyone at QC would think the baby was Oliver’s.

Originally posted by ladylurksalot

(Untitled) Masterpiece by @overwatch-smoak - Lyrical, artistic, soulmate-y AU? I’m kinda confused, but I don’t care! This story is so beautiful and I’m so excited for more!

Zip-lines and Ladders by @herskirtsarentthatshort - Olicity honeymoon. Felicity is still afraid of heights.

Across the Room by ME! - This involves: a mayoral event, married Olicity, Cat Grant, and blistering sexual tension. Perks of being the writer of these things are many. One of them is that I can recommend my own fanfic to you guys. And hey, if I didn’t think it was pretty good, I wouldn’t! Hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by felicityollies

Whiskey Sour Kisses by @izzyface - Felicity gets fired by Walter for continuing to look into Tempest. She meets Oliver for the second time at a bar when she’s trying to drink away her sorrows.

The Beast Within by @felicityollies - Oliver became a werewolf on the island. He comes back and can’t quite get over his curiosity about a particular blonde.

In Starling Green by @writewithurheart - The Arrow/Robin Hood AU that I can’t believe isn’t more popular in this fandom?? It practically writes itself! Either way, do yourself a favor and go read it!

Panthera Pardus by @alexiablackbriar13 - Oliver didn’t just become something else on Lian Yu in the figurative sense. It was in the literal sense, too. Instead of coming back a man, he comes back a 42% panther shapeshifter.

Originally posted by beautiful-earthly-things

Double Date or Couples Therapy? by @Jess_S - Part of the amazing, indomitable Felicitas series! Oliver, Felicity, Tommy and Laurel all get together to watch Mr. and Mrs. Smith. It’s more fraught than a double date should be…

Change of Plans by @thatmasquedgirl - A flashback in the A-Team AU universe. Tragic, beautiful, and amazing. As always!

White Wine Nights

Summary: In which, we expose Lin as a wine mom 

(I really couldn’t think of a better description, I apologize)

Author’s Note: yay, my collab with @hamilbye!!! yes, it did take us that long to decide to write together and yes, it only took us like three days to finish this. We put our amazing brains together and wrote this pretty quickly. 

I love love love working with you, Nat. It was the most fun. I also love love love you. You’re the best. AND you’re very talented. 

Words: 2,138 

Warnings: alcohol/drinking mentions, a curse word or two (I forget), fluff 

An audible sigh escaped you when you stepped off the elevator in your apartment building, taking a right turn to head down the long hallway. Your feet carried you, but protested heavily after the shift you had pulled at your dead-end waitressing job. You were sure you smelled of stale cigarettes and dirty dishes, but at least you had some cash in your pocket. As if that hadn’t been stressful enough, you hadn’t even seen your apartment in about 20 hours due to college classes and familial commitments. It was the week before Spring Break and hectic was the synonym for your life.

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OK KO Oneshot: Blorpers Gonna Blorp

Plot: When an annoying meme comes back from the dead, it’s nice to have people - specifically a slightly obnoxious robotic boyfriend - by your side.

((Sorry about the stupid title, lol. But yeah, I’m not hugely into the Radmond ship personally, but at the same time I think it’s pretty cute and I’ve had this idea for a while so, why not write it? Anyway, enjoy!))

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Nobody’s But Mine [Teaser - Unedited]

Norman Reedus x Reader | 18+ Only | NSFW | Smut Warning

Request 4: Do you do norman fics? If so then can you write one where your best friends and you fall in love when norman gets jealous and realises he wants to own you 😏😘


You laughed out loud as loud as you had in a long time as you continued to listen to the latest one of Norman’s conquest adventures. 

“So, then I told her, ‘Look, baby you can stay here until check out time. But, I have to be getting back to Georgia. The show doesn’t make itself.” His cocky head jutted up and his lips smirked as he thought back to yet another woman who just couldn’t get enough of him.

You rolled your eyes and busted out laughing as you slammed the rest of your drink and hit it down onto the table for emphasis, “Oh, please! No one is stupid enough to fall for that!” You exclaimed, more and more shocked with every story he told you how gullible women could be.

Norman to a swig of his double shot of whiskey in front of him and chuckled, “You’d be surprised.”

He took another swig of his drink and swirled it around in his hand, slowly turning his gaze over to you. He let his eyes roam your body and they came back to yours, he smirked when he saw you start to blush, but quickly contain yourself.

You hated when he did this to you. Truth be told you were just like every other red-blooded woman who found him attractive. But, you had learned one too many times what falling for men like him was like. And conquest after conquest had showed you that Norman was no different. You two had become friends instead, it had been over a year now since you two had been nearly inseparable. But, you had promised yourself you would never go down that road with him, your friendship was too important and you didn’t want him breaking your heart like all the others. You focused on the drink in your hand, swirling it around, trying to ignore his eyes on you.

“You… You’re different though.” He slammed the rest of his drink down his throat, hit the glass back onto the wooden bar, and stood up from his barstool.

He walked behind you and put both hands on your bare shoulders, “I used all my powers of persuasion on you and they never did the trick.” He whispered into your ear.

You fought every urge you had to lean back into him and give in, like you wanted to. You forced your body forward and leaned your elbows onto the bar, and your body further away from him. You took a swig of your drink and looked back at him smirking, “Guess you’re not as smooth as you think there, cowboy.”

He laughed and smiled his real, relaxed, dazzling smile, stumbling backwards a little as the alcohol rushed through him. He really loved that you could hold your own with him, hell he loved nearly everything about you. He had never been able to get along and be so relaxed and laid back with a woman before.

He punched you in the arm, a little too harshly, but you took it with a grin.

“That’s what I like about you, Y/N. Ya always keep a man guessing.” He shook his head and laughed again, before walking away toward the bathroom.

“I’m gonna hit the head.” He said, his back turned to you, as he raised up a peace sign to you.

You laughed, your smile wide and happy, as you watched him walk away.

“What a dork.” You giggled to yourself, finishing the last of your own drink.

You flagged the bartender down and pushed yours and Norman’s empty glasses towards him, “Two more please, I’ll pay for these.”

You nodded and smiled to him as you pushed your hand in your pocket, pulling out a twenty dollar bill. You set it down and began swaying to the music that started on the jukebox, “Hell yeah!” You said to yourself as you began humming along to one of your favorite Grateful Dead songs and swaying your body back and forth to the beat.

You barely noticed Norman as he plopped back down beside you on the barstool next to you.

He grabbed his double shot and tipped it to your glass, “Thanks.”

“No Problem.” You said, clinking his glass back, before your both took a swig.

You went back to singing, closing your eyes, and smiling as you immersed yourself in the melody and lyrics, dancing hypnotically as the guitar solos floated through the air.

Norman chuckled to himself and watched you perform, in your own little world. He always loved to get you drunk out in public, because you always made a show of it.

“Don’t know why you don’t get on a damn stage.” Norman said, as he always did.

Your eyes shot open and you laughed loudly, “Yeah, right.”

“I’m serious! You got a damn decent voice, Y/N.” Norman said.

He looked at the bartender and pointed at you, “Hey Al, don’t know you think Y/N’s got a good voice?” Norman asked, causing you to slap him in embarrassment.

Al looked over at you as he cleaned a glass with a white towel, he nodded, “Most definitely you do, kid.”

You smiled sweetly for a second and then looked over at Norman who was still staring at you, awaiting an answer. You hated when he picked this bone with you. Ever since you had met he had been hounding you to put yourself out there. If you thought you had half the talent you needed, you might have giving is a shot. But, those younger days were over. Bills needed to be paid and reality needed your attention.

“And what would I tell my kids?” You asked, cocking your head to the side.

“I’m sure they would love to see their teacher succeed… or at least try.” He shot back, downing the rest of his drink and staring at you.

“You’re an ass.” You said a little ticked off, but knowing he was right.

You squared your shoulders to his again and leaned into the bar and your drink. You played with the straw in your glass, swirling it around a bit, trying to avoid the, “you only live once,” mantra running through your brain.

Norman cleared his throat and mirrored your behavior, squaring his shoulders to yours. You both sat there sipping on your drinks for a few minutes in silence.

A new song started playing on the jukebox, “Hey Jude.” A song Norman knew you always loved to sing, any time of the day or night. He looked over and saw your face as you tried to hide the smile under your annoyed mask, it didn’t work. You felt him staring at you and a smile started spreading to your face. He nudged your shoulder with his, leaning his body into yours as he looked over into your eyes.

You giggled and nudged him back, “…Take a sad song and make it better…” You began to serenade him as he knew you would.

He just leaned into you, wrapping his forearms into each other, leaning onto the bar, settling in for the show. Smiling a big smile as he watched you open up, like only you did when you sang, eye closed and in your own world.


You laughed loudly as you stumbled out of the taxi, laughing at the ridiculous joke Norman had just told you. Norman followed you out, both of you stumbling towards his apartment. You giggled with each other as you watch Norman fumbling for his keys in his pocket, only to bust out laughing when he found them.

“Holy shit! How many fucking keys do I have?” He stopped halfway up the stairwell, closing one eye and jutting his tongue out as he tried to pick through the keys.

You laughed, “Here! Let me see!”’ You grabbed the keys out of his hand and pushed your palm into his forehead, slowly pushing him back into the wall, “What would you do without me?” You teased him, identifying the correct key immediately and holding it up to show him.

He stuck out his tongue at you and grabbed the keys from you, “After you.” He gestured up the stairs.

You smiled and began to walk up the stairs, you heard Norman whistling and you laughed, trying to avoid the butterflies you felt.

You avoided looking back at him and walked up the stairs, “You wish, Norman. You wish.” You laughed and wiggled your hips a little more, just to tease him.

“I do!” He grunted and licked his tongue back and forth between his lips rapidly, sometimes just the fact that you didn’t let him touch you, made him want you even more.

You walked down the hallway, until you reached his door, “We’re here.” You gestured to his door, he stumbled a little as he pushed the key in the lock, turning it and opening to his haven.

“Ya gonna come in? I can make a pizza.” He said as he walked inside, leaving the door open for you.

You smiled and walked inside the apartment you had spent so many of your waking hours in since becoming friends with Norman. You shut and locked the door and kicked your shoes off in their usual spot.

“Pepperoni?” You asked, unzipping your sweatshirt and pulling it off, revealing your bare shoulders in your black tank top. You threw your sweatshirt onto a nearby chair in the kitchen.

Norman shook the hair from his eyes, taking his hat off and throwing it on the kitchen counter. He kneeled down, opened the freezer door, and peered inside.

He grabbed a box and held it in the air, “Yep!”

“Yes!!” You exclaimed happily and walked over to the living room, which was adjacent to the open kitchen.

You reached down and grabbed the remote, turning on the television and running through the guide.

“Ooh! Say Anything!” You smiled to yourself and sat back on the couch, setting the remote down on the table in front of you.

Norman placed the pizza on a pan, punched in the heat and timer, and threw the pizza in. He walked over to the nearby cupboard and pulled out two glasses. He filled both glasses with ice, popped open the bottle of whiskey on the counter, and poured them both full. He kicked off his shoes, under the table, before walking over to the living room, a glass in each hand.

“Seriously?” He asked and handed you a glass.

You smiled, taking the glass and scooting over so he could sit in his spot, leaving you in the middle. He sat into the corner of the couch, taking a sip before setting his glass down on the small table beside him.

“Yes. Seriously. This is classic John Cusack!” You said, smiling happily at the tv screen, sipping on your drink. You were a sucker for the old 80’s movies and this had always been one of your favorites.

Norman looked at you and chuckled, taking another long swig, before saying, “Like I said… Always keep me guessing…”

You looked over at him, confused by the way his words sounded, he was being so sweet to you lately, you didn’t know how to take it.

He left his eyes on yours, until you dropped your eyes away and pulled them back to the screen. You wrapped your left arm around your stomach, while your right hand swirled your glass in your hand. You felt his eyes on you, for a few more uncomfortable moments, before you heard him light up a cigarette.

He chuckled at the scene on the screen in front of you and you felt his body relax into laughter. You relaxed too, finally free of the discomfort his lingering eyes gave you.

The two of you watched the movie together with ease. Norman poured you both a few more drinks as the movie went on. You laughed at Norman’s reaction to a cheesy 80’s movie, he enjoyed it much more than you thought he would. Before you knew it the final iconic boombox scene was playing on screen.

“Oh my god! This is the best part!” You lift your arms up, mirroring the character on screen, “Amazing!”

Norman watched you light up and a small smile landed on his lips.

You opened your eyes and dropped your arms, dancing to the end credit song as it comes on. You look over and see Norman smiling at you, you nearly forgot you weren’t alone. You giggled and threw yours head into your hands, “I’m so embarrassing!” You laughed a little mortified he had caught you in a rare girly moment. You tried so hard to show him you were tough.

Norman laughed and waited till your eyes peeked open back to his, “I think it’s adorable.” He said, staring into your eyes seriously, his hard stare returning to his eyes.

You dropped your hands to your lap and leaned back into the couch, “What are you doing, Norman?” You asked, cocking your head to the side and side eyeing him.

He chuckled at your closed off reaction and rubbed his fingers up and down his chin, peering into your soul, “I ain’t doing nothing, but looking…” His eyes roamed down your body and back up, slow as ever.

You fought your slowing breathing and shook your head, trying to see clearly through your drunken eyes, you had to remain in control. You stood up and reached over him to grab his empty glass. You grabbed it and reached over to the table and grabbed yours.

“You’re just drunk. Don’t think just because I am too that that shit will work on me now.” You smiled and shook your head at his game, walking into the kitchen and putting the glasses in the sink.

You began washing the glasses and you ignored your urge to watch Norman get up and walk over to you. He stood behind you, close enough to ghost your body without touching it. You froze in place as you felt his index finger running up and down your neck, trailing down your arm, causing shivers to explode across your skin.

“I know it’s wrong, Y/N. But, since when has that stopped me?” He growled lowly into your eye, slowly wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you into him.

“Stop.” You said. But, your body didn’t listen to your mind, you fell into him, leaning your head on his shoulder.

You looked up at him, your longing finally showing to him, he smiled sweetly when he saw it.

“You’re just gonna have to make me…” He said and ever so slowly leaned down, pushing his lips softly against yours.

Your body melts further into his as you feel his lips on you. He growled when he felt you weaken at his lips command. He leaned back up, over you, and watched as your eyes opened with a smile on your face.

“Thought ya didn’t think about me like that?” He nudged his nose up to yours, ghosting your lips with his, as he smiled playfully at you.

You nudged your nose back, trying to fight your smile which widened at his words, “Shut up.” You said.

He chuckled and leaned his lips down to yours again, “Make me.” He replied, before pushing his lips harshly back to yours.

You moaned into his kiss and he plunged his tongue deeply inside, slowly taking yours for a sweet ride. You ran your hands up to the back of his neck and up into his hair, which you massaged roughly as your tongue began to fight back against his. He bit your tongue when he felt your hands on him and his hands ran to your hips. He rubbed them up and down and back to your stomach as his tongue devoured yours.

You felt his hands run down to the button of your pants, swiftly snapping them open. Your body froze and your hands came down over his, stopping them in their tracks.

You forced your lips off of his and pulled your head back.

He stared down at you in hungry, angry, frustration.

Your eyes searched his, now frantically searching for answers, “We shouldn’t do this, Norman. I don’t… I don’t want to screw up what we have.” Your eyes searched his for any sign that he might disagree with you. Your words weren’t aligned with what you really wanted, but you knew the consequences all too well. Still, he was so hard to say no to.

Norman looked into your eyes, noticing them waver, even after your words.

He leaned down and whispered into your ear, “It could make it better…”

He trailed sweet kisses down your neck and back up to your ear, “You want me too…” He cooed into your ear as he kissed around your neck.

You tried like hell to remain composed as his tongue made sweet love to your neck, “Why? Because you think everyone wants you?” You ask, trying to sound unimpressed, but moaning a little at the pressure his tongue and lips began to add.

“A man can tell.” He growled into your ear, moving his hand back down your stomach. He unzipped your pants and slowly slide his palm inside, running his fingers over your already soaked panties, ever so lightly.

“Oh, Norman!” Your lips betrayed you as did your body as you cried out to him and arch up for his hand.

He moaned into your skin and slowly slide  his hand up and down again, this time under your panties. His middle finger traced your folds as his lips came back to your ear, “You wanna tell me again, you don’t want me, Y/N?”

He teased them back and forth, never entering, waiting for you to obey and answer him.

Your breath hitched as your body went wild, as your mind raced for answers. You shook your head and closed your eyes, “I don’t want you.” You said again, trying like hell to convince yourself that it was even remotely true.

Norman bit your neck and slowly pushed his middle finger inside you, making you cry out to him in pleasure.

“I don’t believe you, Y/N.” He growled slowly thrusting his finger in and out of you, making you even wetter.

Your hips started to rock onto his finger and yours hands came back to his neck as you felt yourself riding his finger, making you feel so good already.

“Oh, shit… Norman…” You half whined and complained as he thrust another finger inside you, his tongue mercilessly attacking your neck.

His fingers thrust in and out of you, racing faster as he felt your breath shorten, his sign you were close.

He thrust his digits in and out of you, while harshly sucking on your neck, trailing his tongue it wildly.

“Oh, yeah! Oh, shit!” You cried out loudly to yourself as you felt his fingers treating you so good.

“Say it, Y/N.” Norman growled into your neck, while rubbing his thumb slowly around your clit.

“Mmmm…” Was all that came out of your mouth when you felt his hand hit your clit.

His thumb roughly rubbed on your clit and your lips broke open for him again, “Yes!”

His fingers fucked your faster as your hips thrusted along, you were panting and smiling as he brought you so close to your high. Your hands went back to his hair and you pulled and pushed around it, tightening your body’s proximity to his.

“Oh.. Yes… Right there…” You moaned to him as you started to thrust yourself onto his fingers faster and with more intent.

Norman obeyed your paced, bringing his hand back to your clit, rubbing around it harshly, “Fucking say you want me, Y/N!” He demanded, rubbing around your clit and thrusting his fingers into you until you exploded for him.

“Oh, fuck! I want you Norman!! Yes!!” You cried out as you hit your orgasm and your body clenched up onto his fingers.

You smiled to yourself your eyes closed as you feel the high course through your body, lost in pure bliss for a few moments.

Norman left you one more harsh kiss on your neck and withdrew his hand. Before you knew what was happening he grabbed your hand and pulled you down the hall to his bedroom. He pushed you inside the room and walked in after you, dominantly slamming the door shut. He stared you down in the darkness as if he were a lion and you were his prey.

You looked at him as you backed up toward the bed, a little nervous about the decision you had made to follow through with this epic mistake.

He smirked at you when he noticed your look of innocent anxiety, “Don’t worry, Y/N. This isn’t something you will regret. No one has yet.” His hands ran to his belt, which he swiftly unbuckled, his eyes never breaking from yours.

You rolled your eyes at his comment, relaxing a little at his usual cocky attitude. Your legs hit the bottom of his bed and your body froze and you watched him unbutton and unzip, walking straight into your body, his nose hitting yours. You both giggle in reaction and for a second there is an innocent moment of laughter as you steady your bodies.

The laughter fades and the energy surrounding you turns electric again.

You stare up innocently at him again, your eyes revealing your vulnerability, “Norman… I don’t know-“

“Shh.” He pressed his index finger to your lips and stopped the words from exiting your mouth.

You smiled and nodded in return, looking down a moment, before looking back up into his eyes, questioning his motives.

His hands run up to the sides of your face and he strokes it a few times, his eyes turning soft as he looked at you reassuringly, like he had so many time before when you needed courage.

His thumbs run under your eyes and he smiled as he held you so close to him.

You looked up at him, trying so hard not to give away what you really needed from him with your eyes.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. I want you to relax and enjoy this.” He said, his soft-hearted eyes stared into yours, until you nodded, biting your lip in nervous anticipation.

He nodded in return and softly pressed his lips back to yours. You sighed happily as you felt him slowly push his tongue inside your mouth, grabbing yours and making love to it again, this time more softly.

Your hands ran up his chest and around to his back as you rubbed them up and down, faster as his tongue turned you on again. You pulled him closer into you as your body heated up for him and his lips departed from yours, hungrily crashing onto the side of your neck as his hands came down to your hips.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this, Y/N.” He said lowly into your ear before taking your earlobe into his mouth and rubbing on your hip bones, harshly.

“Norman… Don’t lie to me.” You pleaded and warned as you leaned your body up further into his body and kiss, unable to escape his touch and its power it had over you.

His lips stopped on your skin and he leaned back up and over you, facing you as he stared down into your eyes.

“I’d never lie to you. It’s true.” He stared down into your eyes as he held you from falling back onto the bed.

You stared back into his eyes, trying like hell to remember your composure. But, the way he was looking at you, you couldn’t deny him.

You smiled softly and nodded again, nudging your nose up to his and taking his lips back into yours.

Your lips took hold of his bottom lip as you sucked on it harshly for a moment, before dropping it and grabbing his top lip in the same manner.

He growled, his hands ran up your sides and he slowly pushed you back onto the bed. His hand ran up your back as he steadied your fall and into your hair as he pushed his tongue back inside your mouth.

You moaned openly into his kiss and chases his tongue around your own, running your hands over his shoulders and into his hair, pulling him into you.

You felt his body’s weight drop on top of you as his knees nudge in between yours, forcing your legs open and allowing him to climb inside.



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anonymous asked:

all-too-willing!lord stark and bemused-but-kind-of-pleased!dread pirate rogers? is there a place i can cast my vote for a collection of sabre's favorite trashy tropes?

We’ll have to do a poll once I finish The Prize. 

But consider, arrogant, devil-may-care Lord Stark who is set upon by brigands hired, unbeknownst to him, by his evil pseudo-Uncle Stane.  Saved at the last minute by a tiny ball of rage, who helps the injured Lord to a barn where they spend the night, alert for the possible return of said brigands.  Only–*gasp*–this evening of innocent rescue unfortunately dooms the prospect our intrepid hero had with the local merchant’s son, who cannot possibly wed the young man now that his virtue has surely been ruined, which leaves the poor, sickly young man without a way to avoid debtor’s prison as he has been left with the debts of farm run into the ground after his father’s death and his mother’s long illness.  Feeling rather horrible and suddenly honorable, Lord Stark decides he will wed the young man, and why not?  Won’t really change anything in his life and will actually be good, as it keeps all the desperate mothers from shoving their annoying debutantes in his face.  Yes, this will assuage his conscience and allow him to continue to enjoy his life as he sees fit.  Yep.

I’m just saying this shit practically writes itself.  Come on, y’all, pick up the slack!

everything about shiny hunting in pokemon sun and moon!

(note: this post got pretty long)

i’m sure there are already posts like this, but i’ve noticed that they tend to be pretty minimal in terms of tips outside of the very basics, so i’ve decided to make my own! shiny hunting is different in sun and moon with the recent implementation of SOS pokemon, but overall much easier than it used to be! it can take a lot of patience, as it’s all based on chance, but as long as you keep all this in mind it should be relatively easy (although time consuming). in my experience, you can end up with a shiny in as little as half an hour or as much as several hours, all depending on luck.


  • chaining! shiny pokemon have a little over a 1/4000 chance of appearing under normal circumstances, however since chaining was introduced in gen IV, people have discovered that encountering the same pokemon multiple times in a row exponentially increases the chance of encountering a shiny pokemon over time. EDIT: though no one currently has any details on the chances of encountering a shiny after 1-70 encounters, by the 70th encounter your chances are maximized, with a 1/1024 chance without a shiny charm and a 1/512 with one. this bonus applies until the chain reaches 255, as it is an 8-bit system, after which it will roll over and reset the chain. (in addition to raising the chance of encountering a shiny, pokemon that have been chained for tend to have better IVs, with up to 4 perfect IVs once a chain of 40 has been reached.)
  • adrenaline orbs! when used in battle, these cheap items make wild pokemon more likely to call SOS pokemon, which is the new method of chaining in gen VII. additionally, these can be used to use up a turn if necessary, as they will simply fail if one is already in use without expending any more of your supply.
  • false swipe or hold back! these moves both have the exact same effect: they reduce the HP of the target pokemon, but always leave it with at least 1 HP remaining. a pokemon with lower HP is more likely to call an SOS pokemon and succeed, so it’s a good idea to get the caller down to 1 HP.

status conditions

  • status moves! pokemon become unable to call for help when they are paralyzed or asleep, and in addition become easier to catch, so it is a good idea to have a pokemon that can inflict either condition on hand when shiny hunting. in addition, it’s really important to make sure that you don’t use any moves or abilities that could leave the pokemon you want with poison or a burn, as they may faint before you can catch them. always be wary of which moves and abilities have such secondary effects!
  • status condition immunity! if you’re going for a pokemon that has the ability to inflict a status condition (sleep, poison, paralysis, etc) it is a good idea to go hunting using a pokemon that would be immune to such a condition. for reference, fire-types are immune to burn, ice-types are immune to freezing, poison- and steel-types are immune to poison, electric-types and pokemon with the ability limber are immune to paralysis, pokemon with the abilities vital spirit, sweet veil, or insomnia are immune to sleep, pokemon with the ability own tempo are immune to confusion, and pokemon with the ability oblivious are immune to infatuation. EDIT: “powder” moves such as sleep powder, poison powder, or spore can be avoided by grass types, pokemon with the ability overcoat, or pokemon wearing safety goggles. they will not be protected from other means of acquiring status conditions, however.

useful abilities

  • immunity-providing abilities! abilities which provide immunity to basic status conditions are listed above under the ‘status condition immunity’ section.
  • synchronize! if you want a pokemon to have a specific nature, this ability means that wild pokemon encountered when a pokemon with this ability is active have a 50% chance to have the same nature as that of the pokemon with this ability.
  • cute charm! when a pokemon with this ability leads, there is a 66.7% (about 2/3) chance that pokemon encountered will be of the opposite gender of that pokemon regardless of what the normal gender ratio for the species is. this can be used if you want your shiny to be a specific gender, or especially in the case of pokemon which only evolve when of a specific gender, such as salandit.
  • shadow tag and arena trap! prevents wild pokemon from fleeing in case they have moves such as teleport.
  • cloud nine and air lock! eliminates effects of weather (rain, hail, sandstorm, etc), which can be bothersome in long term battles with pokemon that have abilities that summon them
  • damp! prevents pokemon from using self-destructing moves
  • unnerve! has the same effect as an adrenaline orb without having to use one. additionally prevents foes from using berries, though that generally wouldn’t happen anyway
  • corrosion! while not an ability you would want your own pokemon to have, as the signature ability of salandit/salazzle, it can be a huge pain since it allows them to poison even steel- and poison-types.

general tips/info

  • isle aplenny! this isn’t a necessity per se, but in my experience is extremely useful, so i highly recommend you look into using it. pp restoring items such as ethers or elixirs cannot be purchased in shops, however leppa berries can be found under certain berry trees and restore 10pp! isle aplenny allows you to multiply your supply in bulk. if you have it fully upgraded, you can get many berries at once, so after only a day or two you have enough to last you for several chains.
  • shiny charm! if your pokedex has reached 100% completion, you can get a shiny charm by speaking to the game director in the game freak building in heahea city. this doubles the chances of finding a shiny pokemon.
  • get to know the pokemon you are chaining for! make sure you take note of any abilities or moves which could complicate chaining in some way as well as which moves could be super effective, not effective, etc. against it or the pokemon you are using to chain. also, make sure you know of any special circumstances in which a pokemon you’re chaining for may appear, such as certain times of day or certain weather conditions.
  • odor sleuth and foresight! these moves allow ghost-type pokemon to be damaged by normal-type moves, which typically would have no effect. this allows hold back or false swipe to be used on a ghost-type. EDIT: this was actually misinformed, as i’m not certain that any pokemon that learn these moves can use false swipe or hold back, which leads me to the next (new) point.
  • soak! soak is a move that can turn any pokemon it is used on into a pure water-type, thus eliminating immunity to false swipe or hold back. it cannot be learned by anything that can learn either of those moves, however, so it would be necessary to switch to the main pokemon being used for chaining afterwards.
  • set a new caller every so often! inevitably the pokemon calling for help will run out of pp, and if you’ve used false swipe/hold back and gotten it to 1 HP, struggle’s recoil damage would knock it out, thus ending the chain if no ally pokemon is present to take its place. it is a good idea to pay attention to how long a single pokemon has been calling for help and eventually shift to a new caller by knocking the first one out when an ally from the same family is present.
  • SOS pokemon from different families cannot become callers! this is important to keep in mind if the pokemon you are chaining can call pokemon of other species. for example, when i was chaining pichu, they sometimes called happiny and pikachu as well. if i were to make pikachu the new caller, this would be fine, as pichu evolves into pikachu. if i were to knock out the pichu when a happiny were present, however, the chain would break, as pichu and happiny aren’t related.
  • do not use false swipe/hold back on a target that hasn’t been paralyzed or put to sleep! from experience, if you get your shiny down to 1 HP without preventing it from calling new pokemon, it will continue to successfully summon allies, which prevents you from catching it. if this continues on for a long time, you run the risk of letting the pokemon run out of pp and knock itself out using struggle.

that’s all i can think of right now but i hope this helps someone out! reblogs would be appreciated for spread of info to anyone interested in chaining and just because it took me a long time to write all this :V

I think there is a problem with comparing 17776 to Homestuck. 

Homestuck was a serialized webcomic that spanned seven years. It showcased internet culture in prose, and it created a culture itself. People poured their souls into Homestuck, many of them teenagers who were still developing their personality and identity. They made friends because of Homestuck, but they also made enemies. They created and destroyed in the name of their fandom, just like many other popular things.

17776 is nothing like that. This is a miniseries. It will continue for seven more days and then it will end. Jon Bois will go on to write about strange things happening in other sports. Maybe baseball. Maybe hockey. Maybe he’ll make another video about professional poker. And I will watch them because I am a fan of Jon Bois. That’s why I read 17776. Because I am a fan of Jon Bois. Because I am a fan of sports.

Sure, I read Homestuck too. I liked Homestuck a lot. But I am not a fan of 17776 because I am a fan of Homestuck. And I will never be a fan of anything in the way that many people were once a fan of Homestuck. Those people were obsessed. Sometimes when you get obsessed with something, it can consume your life, and you’ll lose a part of who you once were.

Sometimes you’ll get stuck in a canyon forever.

Torture in Fiction: The Princess Bride

It’s got everything: duels, romance, torture, true love, rodents of unusual size-

And a media analysis series seemed the perfect excuse to watch it again. I love The Princess Bride and I don’t think anyone’s at risk of mistaking it for real life.

So, let’s have a look at how it handles torture, what it does well and what it gets wrong.

For anyone who hasn’t seen the movie I’m going to summarise the relevant plot points, spoilers are inevitable.

Our hero Wesley is captured by an evil prince and locked up in The Pit of Despair. He wakes to find himself restrained with an albino man nursing him back to health. Wesley is told that everyone in the Pit has to be healthy before they’re ‘broken’ and the ‘Nobody withstands The Machine!’

I’m rating the depiction and use of torture, not the movie itself. I’m trying to take into account realism (regardless of fantasy or sci fi elements), presence of any apologist arguments, stereotypes and the narrative treatment of victims and torturers.

I’m giving The Princess Bride 6/10

The Good Points

1)      Wesley, who is shown to be physically strong as well as determined, whimpers and cries under a torture that leaves no marks at all. The narrative never suggests that his reaction makes him weak. It also never lets the audience think that his torture is anything less than terrible. Even though it doesn’t leave so much as a bruise.

2)      Despite what the baddies say the story subverts the idea that people are ‘broken’ under torture and that ‘nobody withstands The Machine’. In a movie stuffed full of memorable moments the scene of Wesley staggering to his feet and preparing to fight one of his torturers stands out. For me this really visually showed that the villains had not won. Wesley is wounded but he is not broken and torture does not define him.

3)      A rare occasion in popular media where torture isn’t shown in the context of interrogation. It’s very clear that Wesley is tortured because he’s crossed someone powerful and the motivation, keeping this upstart peasant in his place, actually lines up very well with reality.

Bad Points

There are two main stereotypes about torture that show up in the movie

1)      The first is the idea that torture is scientific. One of the torturers says that he is writing ‘the definitive work on pain’, which is why Wesley has to be healed before being tortured. This is pretty laughable really. It’s one of those tropes that’s so wrong you don’t quite know where to start. So to avoid a lecture, torture is not scientific and the quasi-scientific trappings are out of place. Torturers also take advantage of their victim’s pre-existing injuries or diseases rather than curing them.

2)      The second stereotype is my old moan about high-tech torture. THE MACHINE. Gracious it sounds terrifying. Does it tumble dry? Devices used for torture have never been particularly high tech. For them to be useful, whatever the time period, they need to be robust, simple to use and cheap. High tech equipment is rarely any of those things.

3)      Some things that are tortures aren’t really treated as such. Wesley seems to spend all his time in The Pit of Despair in four point restraints, ie a stress position. He shows no apparent ill effects or health problems as a result and it isn’t commented on at any point.



1)      The main torturer has six fingers on one of his hands and his assistant is an albino. Which continues the unfortunate trend of linking physical difference to poor ethics.

2)      The Pit of Despair itself looks relatively like a European torture chamber from the 1600s. A lot of the equipment in the background is identifiable and the desk, chair and writing equipment, while unusually high quality, aren’t out of place.


The stereotypes the movie uses mean I don’t want to score it more than a 6/10.

But despite that I really like the way torture is used in this movie. Because the stereotypes it flouts are just as important as the ones it panders to.

So much fiction loses track of the victims when it touches on torture. The harm done to them is often either denied or portrayed as so shattering that it reduces them to something sub-human. The Princess Bride does neither.

Yes it is wrong about the behaviour of torturers but I’m struggling to think of anything else that is so thoroughly on the victim’s side.

Wesley is not portrayed as strong enough to magically withstand the effects of torture. At the same time he isn’t ‘broken’ and there’s a life for him after all he’s suffered.

And that makes it a far better portrayal than most.


  • Historians: there is very little evidence that Emily Dickinson was bisexual.
  • Emily Dickinson: *spends 40 year relationship sending Susan Gilbert 300+ poems and letters only ever takes her advice on poetry*
  • Emily Dickinson: *tells Susan on two separate occasions that she worships her more than god in new england in the 1860's*
  • Emily Dickinson: " I miss my biggest heart; my own goes wandering round, and calls for Susie —"
  • Emily Dickinson: "Susie, forgive me Darling, for every word I say — my heart is full of you, none other than you is in my thoughts, yet when I seek to say to you something not for the world, words fail me. If you were here — and Oh that you were, my Susie, we need not talk at all, our eyes would whisper for us, and your hand fast in mine, we would not ask for language —"
  • Emily Dickinson: "Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night
  • Had scarcely deigned to lie—
  • When, stirring, for Belief's delight,
  • My Bride had slipped away—"
  • Emily Dickinson: "I tore open your letter and licked the envelope's seal for any lingering trace of you"
  • - in a letter to Susan
  • Emily Dickinson: “To own a Susan of my own
  • Is itself a bliss-
  • Whatever realm I forfeit lord,
  • Continue me in this!”
  • Emily Dickinson: “Who loves you most?
  • Who loves you best?
  • And thinks of you when others rest?
  • Tis Emily”
  • -also in a letter to Susan
  • Emily Dickinson: "Never mind the letter, Susie; you have so much to do; just write me every week one line, and let it be, "Emily," I love you," and I will be satisfied! Your own Emily"
  • Emily Dickinson: *has to reassure a publisher that when she writes poems about loving women from a first person perspective shes using poetic license to write as a dude*
  • Historians: "There is very little evidence..."

anonymous asked:

I need a super, super sick and pukey Bel, getting sick on Josh maybe?

Bel cried softly, curling in on himself as Josh rubbed his back. He’d started feeling ill before dinner but had forced himself to eat anyway. He was deeply regretting that decision now.

“Is there anything I can do?” Josh asked. He ran his fingers through Bel’s long hair in an attempt to soothe him, but Bel just shook his head.

“My stomach really hurts,” he moaned.

“Do you feel like you’re going to be sick? Maybe we should go sit in the bathroom…”

Bel shook his head. The last thing he wanted was to have to get up and move to the bathroom. Just the thought made his stomach rise nauseatingly into his throat. He pressed his face against Josh’s chest, letting out a shuddering breath as the nausea passed.

Josh slid a hand beneath the loose fabric of Bel’s top, pressing his cool fingers into Bel’s bloated stomach. The touch made his already unsettled insides flip, and Bel shifted uncomfortably in an attempt to escape the touch.

“I’m just trying to make sure it’s not your appendix or anything,” Josh explained, prodding again. “Does it hurt more when I press down here?”

Bel shook his head miserably. His stomach constricted, and something thick rushed up his throat. His mouth opened before he could stop it. Thankfully, all that escaped was a breathy burp.

“Probably not your appendix then, so that’s good.”

“Josh, I don’t feel good,” Bel whimpered.

Maybe Josh didn’t hear him, or maybe he just didn’t catch the urgency in Bel’s tone.

Caught off guard and too sick to even turn his head to prevent it, Bel suddenly pitched forward, his head still resting against Josh’s chest, and emptied his stomach onto both of their laps.

“Bel!” Josh jerked away in surprise, but there was nowhere for him to go. Bel was crying harder now, his stomach continuing to hurt as vomit began to soak into his pants. He heaved a couple times before burping up another wave as his stomach tried to purge itself.

Through his misery he was dimly aware of Josh gathering his already vomit-stained hair out of his face.

“It’s okay, Bel,” Josh said gently.

Bel just heaved again.

Sanvers First Time

Prompt from @beatbot8 – “Alex and Maggie use a strap for the first time and Alex is convinced that she’ll hate it because she never liked sex with men, but Maggie makes her literally see stars.  Bonus points if Alex gives it a whirl, too”

You asked for it. I’d like to note that I get all the bonus points, because Alex does indeed give it a whirl.

Hope you enjoy ;)

Alex had never wanted anything like she wanted this, right now.

Her skin had never been on fire, not like this. And that included her unfortunate run-ins with laser guns, Infernian heat vision, and the occasional teenage incident with Kryptonian heat vision.

She’d never moved her body like this before, and god, she’d certainly never screamed like this.

Maggie hissed as Alex’s nails dug into her back, as another scream tore out of her throat, as her legs tightened on either side of Maggie’s hips.

“I’m sorry,” Alex gasped, terrified even through her haze of pure pleasure that she’d hurt Maggie’s back with her nails, ears with voice, hips with her inner thighs.

Maggie just smiled and ran her tongue across Alex’s upper lip. “Shh, babe, it’s all good, that uh…” She nipped at Alex’s neck. Alex moaned and ground her hips up into Maggie’s hand. Maggie swallowed her own groan and shifted her mouth to Alex’s ear. “That was a good sound I made.”

Alex shuddered at the husk in Maggie’s voice, the feel of her breath in her ear; the feeling of Maggie’s three fingers, stilled immediately when Alex apologized, but still buried deep inside of her.

She shifted to look into Maggie’s eyes. “So you like it when I scrape my nails down your back, do you?” Her voice was heady, her voice was low; her voice was confident and her voice was hopeful; her voice was nearly the end of the woman laying on top of her.

“Alex Danvers, I like everything you do.”

Alex blinked away the tears of relief, of bliss, of coming home, by kissing Maggie soundly, and – lost in the feeling of soft lips, hot breath, low moans and flirting tongues – started grinding her hips, again, up into Maggie’s hand, granting the permission she was waiting for to continue her fingers’ exploration of her soaked opening.

And dammit, there was not a surface of Alex’s body that Maggie neglected, her fingers curving into every spot inside her body that Alex never even knew existed, never knew could feel like that, like her entire body was writing, was floating, was fire itself, just because of the persistent ‘come hither’ motion of Maggie’s fingers inside her, the way Maggie’s eyes never once left Alex’s face, unless it was to kiss her mouth, her neck, breathing in Alex’s every response to her every motion so she could memorize exactly which movements, which spots, which angles, made Alex writhe the most, scratch her nails down her back the hardest, scream her name the loudest.

“Maggie. I… I want…” Alex breathed between kisses. Maggie flipped her hair off of her face so she could fully look at Alex again, her eyes hooded with desire, but waiting, expectant.

Alex bit her lip in hesitation.

“What do you want, Alex?” Maggie held her with her voice, and Alex braved her own desires.

“I want… I want more of you. I want…” Maggie bit her lip and breathed in deeply, but silently, using her every last ounce of restraint to make sure she let Alex get out her full thought, her full desire. They’d both started to lose count of how many times they’d done this, but Alex was still a bit bashful about articulating her needs.

She fell into Maggie’s eyes and trusted her enough to finish her thoughts, her bare chest still rising and falling heavily with need.

“I want more of you inside me.”

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Ereri one shot

“What’s on your mind Levi?” Erwin said not looking up from his paperwork.
“Nothing.” Replied Levi as he also didn’t look up from his paper work. Erwin finished writing something and handed it to Levi to examine, Levi did the same.

“Obviously something’s bothering you.”
“And why do you make that assumption? It couldn’t possibly be from my facial expression.”
Erwin rolled his eyes, “your writing. Usually it’s jagged and slanted, when you’re bothered it’s less jagged less slanted and easier to read.”
Levi looked above his papers to glare at Erwin.
He continued to glare at Erwin until the commander looked at him
“What are you glaring at me for?” Erwin chuckled leaning back in his chair. Silence came from the short one.

“Sooner or later you’re going to have to tell me. I am the commander and if it starts effecting your fighting like it does your writing…” He let that sentence finish itself.

The corporal sighed and slammed down the papers crossing his legs while draping his arm behind the chair.
“It’s Eren.”
Erwin’s eyebrows rose a bit “having doubts?”
“No! I just don’t think he should be made to suffer what the rest of the legion suffers. He’s lost his sister and his best friend is in intensive care with chance of survival looking slim.” Levi didn’t make eye contact “yesterday he actually snapped at me. You of all people should know, that is an ultimate death sentence.”

Erwin nodded with a sigh, “he tired hitting me the other day.”
Levi motioned to Erwin in a “see what I mean” way.
A knock came from the door and both the men said come in simultaneously.

Farlan walked in, hands tucked behind his back.
“Levi, commander.”
“Farlan.” Yet again both men said simultaneously.
Farlan chuckled a bit, “it’s Eren. He’s locked himself away and won’t open the door. No one can get it open. He also kind of went on a destruction path. He made quite the mess”

“God damn it brat.” Levi murmured in annoyance, which made Farlan smile. Hanji soon burst through the open door

“Levi Levi! Eren won’t open the door and he blocked off the window and is worrying us now!” She said draping her arms around Levi’s small frame.
He shook her off then stood up “I’ll get him out.”

The look of fear Farlan gave once Levi said that made both Erwin and Hanji break into a fit of laughter.
Levi patted Farlans shoulder, “you’ll be my medic, hm, Farlan?”
“Levi. He’s a kid there’s no need for brute force.”
“Hm, Farlan?”
Farlan sighed, shoulders dropping “all right.”
“Good.” Levi walked out into the hallway cleared his throat and let out the most terrifying thing you’d ever hear in your life.
“ERRE FUCKING JAËGER” Levi’s voice was ten times louder in that moment than Erwin’s could’ve ever been, a bit deeper too.

Levi marched towards the room where Eren was locked in at.
“Oh god you told him about the mess.” Hanji said then slapping Farlans arm “Farlan! We agreed”
“I know we did but he had a right to know” Farlan ushered her to follow Levi. Erwin quickly followed to two comrades of Levi catching up with Levi.

The group of people trying to block the door off from Levi smiled innocently at the corporal,
“Move!” The crowed quickly disbanded from the door. Farlan flinched at his aggressive behavior, Hanji had fear struck into her heart and Erwin grimaced because he could never command the way Levi just did.

Levi banged on the door “Jaëger open this door or pray to the gods you survive my wrath” he growled loud enough for the boy inside to hear.
Seconds later the sound of the lock unlocking came and Levi walked into the room slamming the door behind him and locking it.
If it were possible, Farlan would’ve passed out from the images of Eren after Levi was done beating the shit out of him. Actually he did, Hanji nearly missed catching him. Erwin pulled out the papers to sign off that Eren died fighting Titans.

“He-Heichou I’m s-sorry I-I don’t know what c-came over me!” Eren squeaked.

Levi pointed to the bed “sit down”
Eren scrambled to the bed and Levi walked over to him.
“I’m not going to hurt you, I want to talk.” Levi said gently grabbing a chair and propping his legs on the bed, next to Eren.

Eren flinched a little but relaxed.
“What’s up with your weird violent outbreaks brat? You punch Erwin, snap at me, now your on destructive paths and locking yourself away. There’s probably more I just don’t want to know it.”
Eren didn’t make eye contact but his body was starting to shake, tears falling from his cheeks and Levi stood up and pulled Eren to his chest. Eren wrapped his arms around Levi’s waist.

“You gotta talk to someone, preferably me, when you’re having problems Jaëger.”
Levi laced his fingers through the cadets hair, trying to soothe his sobs “shh shh.”
A knock came from the door, then followed Farlans voice “Levi please don’t maim Eren”

“I’m not we’re having a civilized talk” he responded

“God I hope it’s not underground civilized talk…” Farlan murmured as Erwin finished the documents for Eren.
Hanji punched the commanders arm “Eren is going to be fine”

They all sat. Sasha are nervously and Connie was trying to get her to slow down before she choked. Jean was drumming his fingers nervously, Mike paced, Erwin signed documents, Hanji was silent, and Farlan was pacing the opposite direction of Mike.

Eren finally pulled away from Levi’s chest and wiped at his eyes “I-I’m sorry Heichou, I got your shirt dirty.” Levi brushed some of Erens hair back and kissed his forehead “shut up brat. Are you upset because Armin?”
Eren nodded “and Mikasa… I lost my family Levi…”
Heichou took a breath and gently made Eren look at him.
“About ten years ago I was in the exact situation, except, I didn’t have friends like you, all I had was Farlan and another girl named Isabel.
They were the only people I had, me being from the underground and all, once we were on an expedition, and this is top secret so if you say anything I’ll cut your tongue out, all three of us had a mission to kill Erwin, I broke off from Farlan and Isabel in the pouring rain. About half a mile away I stumbled upon a squad that was dead except one. He died shooting off a flair.
I raced back to both of them and stumbled upon a decapitated Isabel and, what I thought for sure, was a dead Farlan. Anyways moral of the story, you’ve got friends. Don’t brush them off. Jean may not really care but I’m sure Sasha would listen. Or Connie. I know Farlan will listen. He listens to everything.”

Eren smiled at Levi.
“What?” The corporal asked
“That’s the first time you’ve tried to comfort me with out hitting me..”
Levi rolled his eyes “that’s because I know the feeling brat. Armin will pull through okay? Just have faith in the little coconut.”

Eren nodded “yes sir.”
“Good. You can go clean the fucking kitchen you lil piece of shit.”
Eren grinned and nodded then headed to the door, Levi following.
Eren stopped and turned to Levi before quickly planting a kiss on Levi’s mouth and then exiting quickly. Levi blinked, regathering himself and looked at Farlan.
“Where’d the others go?”
“Erwin had paper work, Sasha started choking so Connie raced her to the infirmary and Hanji had to go with her, Mike went to help Erwin, and Jean went to check on Armin.”
Levi nodded “and you stayed?”
Farlan smiled “of course I did Levi. I’d never leave you. So. Eren kissed you.”

“How the hell did you-”

“Crack in the door.” The younger male smiled down at Levi, the corporal glared in return
“You say nothing.”
Farlan smiled more “my lips are sealed. Kind of like how Erens were se-”

Levi clamped his hand over Farlans mouth “finish that sentence and you won’t walk for a week.”
The cadet smiled on Levi’s hand then took it away.

“Okay okay. You can be really sweet when you want to. Come on. I’ll make you some tea.”
Levi sighed “the kitchen if filthy though.”
“Erens cleaning.”
“He’ll probably do a shitty job.”
Farlan laughed. “I’m sure he’ll do fine Levi. Come on.”

The End.

Record - University AU (Pt. 1)

member: lee jihoon [seventeen]
word count: 1,163
summary: a stressed University student has an upcoming assignment, but with little inspiration for his work and worry’s about what his parents will think of him, what else can he do but pray?
written by admin lani

Jihoon sighed, the coming from the keyboard weren’t right. The more he listened back to the song, the more he hated his work.

Producing had been his dream for a long time; throughout his teenage years, he spent hundreds of dollars on equipment to better his skills in preparation for going to university.

Now, as a full-time student at university, he was only just making it through. His passion was slowly being diminished through boring lectures and impractical little tasks like trying to find the pitch of a note to try and tune it correctly. All of this stuff was just unnecessary in Jihoon’s eyes. He just wanted to make music.

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cried three (3) times in bojack s4 and here they are:

  • “we’re in michigan”
  • “i’m so tired of squinting”
  • “i’ve never had a brother”

in regards the rest of the season, i do think it had some pacing issues (ONE episode dedicated to bojack’s YEAR in michigan??) and i think it had some chances to really dig into the meat behind pb and todd, both of whom have been shown to have more behind them than they appear. and while i liked how open they were about todd’s asexuality, it was kinda heavy handed. kinda Very Special Episode in a sense

but like. fuck tho. fuck. everything about hollyhock, everything about beatrice, it was all so sublime. “piece of shit” and “time’s arrow” are two of the best episodes the show has EVER done imo. i love that diane is struggling in part bc she’s so much like bojack, but bojack hit rock bottom and is climbing back up. diane hasn’t hit rock bottom yet and she’s also not totally convinced that she needs to change, and that’s a lot of the problem. i’m very impressed that they’re giving bojack character development without changing him completely. he’s still unlearning a lot of his worst behaviors, still untangling all the knots he tied, still working out his myriad psychological issues, but he’s trying now in a way he wasn’t before

idk it’s just really refreshing to see such good strong character development without chickening out. i love that princess caroline didn’t get everything she dreamed about, even tho it broke my heart. this show’s progression of events feels SO natural, there’s never a “status quo” where you can say there is an “average” state of things (like there is in something like always sunny, for example). it’s more like a novel, i suppose, in that it’s continuous and ongoing

hey is season 5 out yet?

Sam Winchester-Doll faces Part 4

Title: Doll faces Part 4

Pairings: Sam Winchester x child reader

Word count:1027

Request:Please do continue the doll face series! It’s so good, and beautiful, and lovely and I need more! Although, if you do not wish to, I understand. Happy writing!

Request:Can you continue doll face series with a part 4? It’s so good 💕

Request:More doll faces and wild

Links:Doll faces, Doll faces part 2Doll faces Part 3

You watched as the clock ticked away, seconds falling on your shoulder; seconds that could not be given back. Like a thief without a cause, just in it for the pleasure of watching their creation turn to chaos.

Everything was still and deadly silent. The only thing that could be heard was your breathing, the soft blow as your chest swallowed in on itself before puffing back out again.

You sat crossed legged on the floor, your eyes unmoving as you watched the clock. It wasn’t until the door creaked open that you were snapped out of your daze.

He came in like he was a young child entering a forbidden place and was scared of getting caught. His head was dipped low, body rigid yet ready to fight off any intruders if need be. He was an odd man. Always so gentle and kind yet his profession wasn’t the most caring one.

His smile was sweet, dripping with honey and his words flowed like he was always so sure of what he had to say. He was confident and empathetic. He was a little stubborn but he was patient.

The best? His eyes. Of course all this is in a platonic way but his eyes were always soft and welcoming, you knew the moment he looked at you that you could trust him with your deepest secret; you also knew that only a fool would do so.

As nice as he was, you couldn’t risk it.

You couldn’t let him in.

“Hey, bud’‘Sam smiled, entering the room and stepping over the invisible line his mind portrayed as forbidden land. ’'What you doing?’'He asked sweetly, his tone gentle but a trace of worry was detected.

You looked over at him, your eyes meeting his before falling back to the clock. Sam followed your gaze before looking at you with a concerned expression.

’'You’ve been in here a long time, why don’t you come out and get something to eat. Not much to do in here anyway,” Sam chuckled but there was no amusement behind his laugh.

He sighed, breath falling between his crackled lips as he came closer before kneeling down. “We’ll find your sister, I promise’'Sam nodded, his hand raising to show you he was about to comfort you. He was waiting for you to react, to give him the signal whether it was okay or not but you didn’t even spare him a glance.

Sam patted your shoulder gently before standing up. He grunted as he pushed his hands off his kneecaps, watching you for a while as the cogs in his head turned.

’'Okay, why don’t I bring your food in here’'Sam smiled, trying to make light of the situation. Always trying to find a positive.

It had been a few days and you had done nothing but sat inside and stared at the clock. It wasn’t so much about your sister and that made you feel bad.

You felt bad that you weren’t worried, that you didn’t seem to care. But for some reason all the emotion was draining out of you; you could feel it seeping out of your fingertips. You watched helplessly.

You were too young to understand what was happening, why you were feeling numb. You had always felt like you didn’t contain as much joy as kids should, you always felt sad and unhappy but now you didn’t even feel that, you just felt nothing.

It was like a giant black hole was now where your heart should have been. You wanted to cry, you tried and tried but nothing happened. You couldn’t. You didn’t want to eat, drink or even sleep.

Dean had been looking for Lily, he was close to finding her and Sam had helped of course but Sam was trying to help you as well. He was worried about you, they had both talked and Dean said it was Lily missing that did it but Sam had a better connection with you than Dean, Sam had tried talking to Dean but Dean strongly believed it was Lily’s disappearance.

Sometimes you would go into Sam’s room and he’d let you stay with him a night. He thought you were scared but it was so you could feel comfort again. You enjoyed being with Sam, his arms were big enough to fit around you and he was so warm and well…snug.

But now even that seemed not to matter.

The door opened again, a tray balancing in Sam’s hand as he entered. He put the tray beside you and turned around to collect the old one, sighing when he realised not a single speck had been touched.

”(Y/n), honey, please eat’'Sam whispered, sitting beside you. “You’re gonna hurt yourself if you don’t. It’s not good for you’'He muttered, his hand coming up to stroke back your messy, tangled locks.

’'It’s gone…”

It was silent but it was there. Sam jumped at the sound of your voice, he had never heard it before. He shook his head, getting over his shock as he cleared his thoughts.

“Sorry?’'He repeated, not being able to hear you the first time but he just knew you had talked.

’'It’s gone’'You repeated, your eyes wide open and staring into the void as he licked his lips. His fingertips trailed down to your forearm, rubbing soothing circles as he frowned.

His thick brows knitted together as he tried to think.

’'What’s gone, (Y/n)?’'He asked, his voice low so he wouldn’t over power yours. His eyes followed your exact movements, watching carefully as your hand trailed up your chest before hovering just underneath your collar bone.

’'My heart”

“Your heart?’'Sam whispered in confusion, his eyes falling over your hand before looking back up at you.

’'I can feel it but it’s not there…’'You whispered, your fingernails digging harshly into your chest. ’'I can feel it pulsing against my hand but…but I don’t understand-’'You whimpered.

’'Don’t understand what, (y/n)?’'Sam asked, shuffling closer as his face twisted with worry and concern, desperate to know what was troubling you.

’'How can I feel my heart beating when I feel like I’m dead?”