and then doing it again with jane

Blindspot, a summary:
  • SEASON 1:
  • Weller: This woman with my name tattooed on her back... she's my childhood friend, I know it, so I'll share whatever old childhood memory and annoy the fuck out of her.
  • Jane: What?! Who the fuck am I. omg I love Kurt so I'll just call him Kurt.
  • Patterson: My anual horoscope told me not to date this year. Gonna ignore it anyway.
  • Zapata: Gonna sell all of my friends to pay my debts but gonna regret it later because I have high morals. Also, feminist AF.
  • Reade: I like tea.
  • Mayfair: What? Everybody has a secret and no, it's not that I'm gay, I've been out for years.
  • Borden: I'm such a good actor omg. No one knows a thing.
  • SEASON 2:
  • Jane: Who the fuck am I. Who are these people. What the fuck should I do... again.
  • Kurt: Holy shit, Rich was right, I'm confused af.
  • Patterson: I should've listened to my horoscope.
  • Reade: *Feels guilty* *Makes bad choices* *Falls into the deepest dark hole*
  • Zapata: I trust nobody. Don't touch Reade. DON'T KISS ME. Patterson, I gotta confess.
  • Borden: IMFUCKEDUP
  • Roman: ???????????????????????????????????????? HUG ME.
  • Shepherd: All my plans are failing one by one.
  • Rich: Bless this mess.
  • SEASON 3: WELCOME TO YOUR DEATH, DEAR VIEWER.
Rick Riordan won a Stonewall award today

for his second Magnus Chase book, due to the inclusion of the character Alex Fierro who is gender fluid. This was the speech he gave, and it really distills why I love this author and his works so much, and why I will always recommend his works to anyone and everyone.

“Thank you for inviting me here today. As I told the Stonewall Award Committee, this is an honor both humbling and unexpected.

So, what is an old cis straight white male doing up here? Where did I get the nerve to write Alex Fierro, a transgender, gender fluid child of Loki in The Hammer of Thor, and why should I get cookies for that?

These are all fair and valid questions, which I have been asking myself a lot.

I think, to support young LGBTQ readers, the most important thing publishing can do is to publish and promote more stories by LGBTQ authors, authentic experiences by authentic voices. We have to keep pushing for this. The Stonewall committee’s work is a critical part of that effort. I can only accept the Stonewall Award in the sense that I accept a call to action – firstly, to do more myself to read and promote books by LGBTQ authors.

But also, it’s a call to do better in my own writing. As one of my genderqueer readers told me recently, “Hey, thanks for Alex. You didn’t do a terrible job!” I thought: Yes! Not doing a terrible job was my goal!

As important as it is to offer authentic voices and empower authors and role models from within LGBTQ community, it’s is also important that LGBTQ kids see themselves reflected and valued in the larger world of mass media, including my books. I know this because my non-heteronormative readers tell me so. They actively lobby to see characters like themselves in my books. They like the universe I’ve created. They want to be part of it. They deserve that opportunity. It’s important that I, as a mainstream author, say, “I see you. You matter. Your life experience may not be like mine, but it is no less valid and no less real. I will do whatever I can to understand and accurately include you in my stories, in my world. I will not erase you.”

People all over the political spectrum often ask me, “Why can’t you just stay silent on these issues? Just don’t include LGBTQ material and everybody will be happy.” This assumes that silence is the natural neutral position. But silence is not neutral. It’s an active choice. Silence is great when you are listening. Silence is not so great when you are using it to ignore or exclude.

But that’s all macro, ‘big picture’ stuff. Yes, I think the principles are important. Yes, in the abstract, I feel an obligation to write the world as I see it: beautiful because of its variations. Where I can’t draw on personal experience, I listen, I read a lot – in particular I want to credit Beyond Magenta and Gender Outlaws for helping me understand more about the perspective of my character Alex Fierro – and I trust that much of the human experience is universal. You can’t go too far wrong if you use empathy as your lens. But the reason I wrote Alex Fierro, or Nico di Angelo, or any of my characters, is much more personal.

I was a teacher for many years, in public and private school, California and Texas. During those years, I taught all kinds of kids. I want them all to know that I see them. They matter. I write characters to honor my students, and to make up for what I wished I could have done for them in the classroom.

I think about my former student Adrian (a pseudonym), back in the 90s in San Francisco. Adrian used the pronouns he and him, so I will call him that, but I suspect Adrian might have had more freedom and more options as to how he self-identified in school were he growing up today. His peers, his teachers, his family all understood that Adrian was female, despite his birth designation. Since kindergarten, he had self-selected to be among the girls – socially, athletically, academically. He was one of our girls. And although he got support and acceptance at the school, I don’t know that I helped him as much as I could, or that I tried to understand his needs and his journey. At that time in my life, I didn’t have the experience, the vocabulary, or frankly the emotional capacity to have that conversation. When we broke into social skills groups, for instance, boys apart from girls, he came into my group with the boys, I think because he felt it was required, but I feel like I missed the opportunity to sit with him and ask him what he wanted. And to assure him it was okay, whichever choice he made. I learned more from Adrian than I taught him. Twenty years later, Alex Fierro is for Adrian.

I think about Jane (pseudonym), another one of my students who was a straight cis-female with two fantastic moms. Again, for LGBTQ families, San Francisco was a pretty good place to live in the 90s, but as we know, prejudice has no geographical border. You cannot build a wall high enough to keep it out. I know Jane got flack about her family. I did what I could to support her, but I don’t think I did enough. I remember the day Jane’s drama class was happening in my classroom. The teacher was new – our first African American male teacher, which we were all really excited about – and this was only his third week. I was sitting at my desk, grading papers, while the teacher did a free association exercise. One of his examples was ‘fruit – gay.’ I think he did it because he thought it would be funny to middle schoolers. After the class, I asked to see the teacher one on one. I asked him to be aware of what he was saying and how that might be hurtful. I know. Me, a white guy, lecturing this Black teacher about hurtful words. He got defensive and quit, because he said he could not promise to not use that language again. At the time, I felt like I needed to do something, to stand up especially for Jane and her family. But did I make things better handling it as I did? I think I missed an opportunity to open a dialogue about how different people experience hurtful labels. Emmie and Josephine and their daughter Georgina, the family I introduce in The Dark Prophecy, are for Jane.

I think about Amy, and Mark, and Nicholas … All former students who have come out as gay since I taught them in middle school. All have gone on to have successful careers and happy families. When I taught them, I knew they were different. Their struggles were greater, their perspectives more divergent than some of my other students. I tried to provide a safe space for them, to model respect, but in retrospect I don’t think I supported them as well as I could have, or reached out as much as they might have needed. I was too busy preparing lessons on Shakespeare or adjectives, and not focusing enough on my students’ emotional health. Adjectives were a lot easier for me to reconcile than feelings. Would they have felt comfortable coming out earlier than college or high school if they had found more support in middle school? Would they have wanted to? I don’t know. But I don’t think they felt it was a safe option, which leaves me thinking that I did not do enough for them at that critical middle school time. I do not want any kid to feel alone, invisible, misunderstood. Nico di Angelo is for Amy, and Mark and Nicholas.

I am trying to do more. Percy Jackson started as a way to empower kids, in particular my son, who had learning differences. As my platform grew, I felt obliged to use it to empower all kids who are struggling through middle school for whatever reason. I don’t always do enough. I don’t always get it right. Good intentions are wonderful things, but at the end of a manuscript, the text has to stand on its own. What I meant ceases to matter. Kids just see what I wrote. But I have to keep trying. My kids are counting on me.

So thank you, above all, to my former students who taught me. Alex Fierro is for you.

To you, I pledge myself to do better – to apologize when I screw up, to learn from my mistakes, to be there for LGBTQ youth and make sure they know that in my books, they are included. They matter. I am going to stop talking now, but I promise you I won’t stop listening.”

Watch The Bold Type tonight (Tuesday, August 22th) at 9PM EST on Freeform. DVR (and watch/rewatch), Watch the next day on Hulu and Freeform’s site and phone app. This show needs a viewer boost and all this helps if we hope for a season 2 renewal.

Help trend #TheBoldType and tweet with the cast using #TheBoldTypeChat during the episode as well, if you are able. There are only episodes left in the season and it would be great to show Freeform and this hard working cast our continued social media support as well.

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JTV Appreciation Week

Day Four: Favourite Flashback: Chapter 33

Here we see Petra, a person who has had every part of her life dictated by her mother and tied to a man who fell out of love with her, finally put herself first.

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What do you know of my heart? What do you know of anything but your own suffering. For weeks, Marianne, I’ve had this pressing on me without being at liberty to speak of it to a single creature. It was forced on me by the very person whose prior claims ruined all my hope. I have endured her exultations again and again whilst knowing myself to be divided from Edward forever. Believe me, Marianne, had I not been bound to silence I could have provided proof enough of a broken heart, even for you.

  • Me: *checks tumblr* eh nothing new...
  • *Proceeds to check AO3 and fan fiction*
  • Me: nothing new here either...
  • *tries to do something else*
  • *watches TV, Surfs internet, counts sheep*
  • *two minutes later*
  • Me: let's check again...

They’re in the middle of research when Human Jane stands to get some coffee. An addictive substance that nearly all Humans drink. That in and of itself confuses Xon’a, but he ignores it now. The Human Guide book had been very helpful in understanding the humans love for things that are bad for their health.

Only when he looks up, he freezes. On her bottom is a red stain.

He jerks into a standing position and knocks over his book. Human Jane turns around with surprise.

“H-Human Jane! You are bleeding!” She frowns and looks down at her arms. “No-no, your bottom! We need to get you to medical!”

Suddenly her cheeks turn very, very red. And then she laughs as Xon’a pushes a chair out of the way to get to her.

“No, I’ll be fine, I just need to go change. Sorry about that,” she puts the coffee down but Xon’a picks her up.

“You are dying, Human Jane, you need medical!” She lets out a squwak, and shakes her head.

“No no! I just have my period, all women get it! It’s totally normal for humans!” Xon’a puts human Jane down and stares at her with narrowed slits.

“…Normal? What is a Period? I thought it went at the end of your sentences?” She started to laugh, cheeks still blushing.

“Periods are our menstruation. We get it once a month. Our bodies prepare every month for a baby, but when theres no baby, the lining of our uterus sheds and the blood is pushed out of our bodies. I usually get mine for 7 days.” Xon’a stares in horror at his human friend.

“T-that is not normal. Y-your insides shed? Like molting?” Human Jane grins.

“Totally is, some women get cramps, other people it hurts a lot. For me I usually just get cramps on the last few days. But we use pads, tampons, and cups to hold the blood until it’s over. I just must have forgotten to change my pad this morning.”

Xon’a takes a step back and looks down at the chair, stained with a small puddle.

“That is a lot of your life blood. I think you are ill!” He says. Human Jane laughs again.

“That? That’s pretty light for the first day. Don’t worry, this is nothing! If only you saw childbirth!” He blinks again, his slitted eyes narrowing.

“Birth?” Human Jane blinks.

“You guys create your babies out of spores, right? Well, ours grow in our bellies. Then we push them out of our vaginas. Sometimes, we have to get cut open to get the baby taken out.” Xon’a lets out a horrified squall and jerks back.

“W-why do you continue? H-how are there so many of you?” Human vagina’s were small, and he’d seen a pink skinned baby before, and a brown one, but they were both so large! Both babies heads were incredibly large! How in the Gods names could they have squeezed a babe out of a small hole like that? And getting cut open? Human Illa had said childbirth was wonderful!

Human Jane shrugs. “My grandmother had eleven children. All natural. She said childbirth was beautiful. I think it’s more the whole, holding the baby afterwards that is beautiful. My mom only had two. When my brother and I did something stupid she’d say that she didn’t suffer through eight hours of childbirth to give birth to two dumbasses.”

Xan’a began to breath rapidly, and looked at human Jane.

“The rumors are true: Humans truly are terrifying creatures.”

Human Jane frowned and cocked her head. “I mean, it’s not that crazy. We’ve been doing it for hundreds of thousands of years.”

Xan’a sits and closes his slitted eyes and inhales deeply.

Now he understands why his father told him to befriend the humans, but never cross one. Who would willingly have children over and over again just to be ripped open or cut open when there was plenty of children already among the five planets they currently inhabit?

Humans are terrifying.

Humans are weird: Marriage

What if the concept of bonding together for life is an utterly foreign concept to aliens. Romantic/Sexual relationships are for procreation only. And a couple boards a shop and wants to get married. 

Human Sarah boarded the ship eagerly, her eyes roaming everywhere. She paused for a moment on Y’xplc, before moving on, but he noticed. He stood in a defensive stance and his extra appendages were carefully positioned in front of prized equipment and private rooms. 

   Suddenly Y’xplc gasped out in pain as the human gave out a sonic wave. 

“Jane,” It was a long drawn out squeal and he resisted the urge to seal off his auditory organs with wax. Y’xplc could see several of his fellow crewmates were resisting the urge as well. Especially S’cern with her extremely sensitive ears was turning an unhealthy shade of green different from her usual blue. 

Jane was their human crewmate her expertise with engines was unrivaled in their crew. She was a very reserved person and she spoke few words even to the captain when giving reports. 

But now she was exhibiting enthusiasm he hadn’t thought possible from her. Even amongst her species, where bonding was very common and pack bonds were expressed loudly, it was shocking. 

Jane ran at the limits of her human body towards the human Sarah and jumped into a leap landing in human Sarah’s arms. She was covered in engine grease and her hair was a knotted mess. Human Sarah didn’t seem to care and welcomed her into an embrace. A symbol of human affection Y’xplc knew. 

Suddenly their oral organs began to meet and he was confused. Jane’s skin began to flush red and they stopped. 

“Not when they’re all here,” She paused, “Watching.” 

Sarah gave an uneasy glance at him again and agreed. Stil, their hands stayed intertwined. Jane turned to look at Y’xplc with a pleading stare her eyes darting towards the other crew members meaningfully. 

He understood her meaning and immediately gestured for them to leave. They all trickled out until it was just him and them alone. He was crossing the threshold hold of the docking pod door when in a rush of movement, Sarah knelt down on her knees her face bright red. 

Curious at this new human ritual, he stayed watching. As the human Sarah produced a box from her pocket and presented it to Jane. Uncharacteristically, Jane gave a shriek perhaps louder than human Sarah’s. She usually took care to not make loud or high pitched noises, knowing her crew-mates sensitivity to them. 

“Will you marry me?” The phrase was unfamiliar to Y’xplc and he wanted to question Jane about what it meant. However, he knew enough about human customs to not interrupt. 

The next morning he asked her as she emerged for her sleeping pod. 
“Human-Jane,” He asked, “What does the act of offering someone a ring mean?” 

“A ring–oh you mean a proposal.”, “It’s when you’re asking someone to marry you.” 

“But what does it mean to marry ” Y’xplc was only more confused. He had never heard of this word and he had been traveling with humans since he was in his 20th solar cycle. Is it an invitation to engage in intimate activities?

“It’s when you-” She paused sighing, “it’s hard to explain.” “It’s when,” She started again, “IT’s when you want to be someone for the rest of your life and you’re bonded together.” 

“Is this only for mates,” He questioned, “I saw from Sarah’s request to board she was your designated mates.” 

“Uh-mate,” Jane paused, “But, yes it’s only for,” She stumbled over the word again, “mate” 

“So it’s an invitation to engage in intimate activities,” He seemed to have reached an epiphany. 

Suddenly Jane burst out laughing. 
“No!” 

“Marriage is for having a life together. Doing domestic things like cleaning the house, going the grocery store together.”

“Why do you do these things with your mate, mates are for procreation and pleasure,” Y’xplc said it deadpan and only had human Jane bursting out into laughter again. 

He tried to interrupt her and ask more questions, but she couldn’t stop laughing. 

I just really love everyone’s individual pas de deux moments in the dance circle part of “You and Me.” Each is so unique and tailored to each of their specific dynamics, it’s fantastic.

Like Carlos starts the whole thing alone like the break-dancing dork he is and then Jane joins him. They’re finally being honest about maybe kind of liking each other, but they’re not taking it too seriously. This is just a dance with a possible date to follow if things go well, so they’re just being silly and having fun. He wraps her arms around him like the goofball he is and carries her off because he’s just so happy that she’s actually there with him.

Then Jay and Lonnie both enter at the same time, doing flips and spins and all the stuff that’s tied into R.O.A.R. They’re friends and aren’t technically or officially there as a couple. They’re just teammates who understand and trust each other and know how to make each other look good. They’re both athletic, so they turn what they’re comfortable with into a dance and walk off arm in arm.

Then Evie kicks them out and takes center stage like the amazing diva she is. After her moment in the spotlight, she beckons Doug in—because he defers to her and knows she’s always in charge—and he comes sliding in like the hero he wants to be for her. He lifts her like she’s a princess—because she is to him, and he wants nothing more than to be her prince—but it’s not as graceful as some of the other lifts in the song. He’s still goofy, and she’s more than happy to go with it. When they exit, she struts while he flails, perfectly capturing their personalities.

Ben and Mal go in at the same time to meet each other in the middle, but Mal kicks water in his face—because she is absolutely done with pretending to be the perfect proper princess. And Ben responds in kind, kicking water toward her, with a laugh and a smile. He’s always willing to meet her halfway, and will do so gladly. But she’s accepted that she’s not just the punk villain kid anymore, she’s also a lady of the court. She’s both now, and that’s why she willingly jumps into Ben’s arms to get lifted into the air like a princess. He wants to show off his incredible pixie dragon princess girlfriend to the entire world, and she’s totally willing to do that, just so long as she can still be herself. And the only reason they don’t start kissing again right then are there is because everyone splashes them to tell them to get a room, and Ben unsuccessfully attempts to shield Mal from the water even though they’re both already soaking wet.

When you put it all together, each little moment is a miniature showcase of each duo’s individual dynamics and it’s just so cool!

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Fangirl Challenge:  [35/50] Romantic Relationships » Jane and Michael

“He thinks your job puts Mateo at risk. Then I’ll quit my job. Michael, you can’t. You’re more important. I’m not losing you again, Jane.  I told you the other night that I would do anything to make this work. And if that’s losing my job versus losing you, then you win out. Every single time.”

Escape - Alec of the Volturi x Reader

Requested by anonymous: So the reader and Alec from the Volturi are mates. Alec’s sister hates the reader because she thinks that the reader is stealing her bro. So she uses her powers on the reader. She keeps using her powers till reader is depressed and scared. Reader escapes to the Cullen’s house. Fast forward to when Alec finds her again but gets jealous because she’s happy and singing with jasper and Emmett while cooking. Everything has a happily ever after though!

This is kinda trash but I hope you like it anyways, anon.

Originally posted by alecxvolturi

“Aro, I have someone I’d like you to meet.” Alec pulled you along behind him.

Aro’s crimson eyes looked up from the novel he was reading, focusing on you. You felt naked under his stare, something about him making you uncomfortable.

His lips stretched into a smile that sent shivers down your spine. He stood up and handed his book to a young woman who was standing next to his chair, waving her away.

“Who’s this, Alec?” He came down the stairs and slowly approached you.

“This is (Y/N).” He placed his hand on your back and guided you closer towards Aro.

“(Y/N)…” He repeated, his eyes scanning over you. “And where did you meet her, Alec?”

“I went out a few months ago to go hunting and on the way back I found her bleeding in the street. She doesn’t know who it was that bit her, but they left her for dead.”

“How terrible. We at least have the decency to finish off our victims.” His eyes flashed to yours, and he must have noticed the hurt you felt from his insensitive comment. He noticed because he grabbed your hands and pulled you towards him. “I’m sorry, dear, how rude of me. Would you mind if I read your past?”

You looked over at Alec, not understanding what Aro meant.

“If he touches your skin, he can see all of the thoughts you’ve ever had and things from your memory.”

You looked back to him in uncertainty, but nodded anyways.

That awful grin spread across his face as he removed his gloves, his hands finding yours again. He stared deep into your eyes and it took all you had not to look away. “My, my…” He whispered after a moment. Your hands fell limp by your sides once he released them. “Thank you. You seem to be an interesting girl.” He turned to Alec. “Have you introduced her to Jane?”

He nodded. “Of course. Although I don’t think she’s been very kind to her.”

“Oh?” Aro tilted his head.

“I haven’t been very kind to whom?” A feminine voice seemed to echo in the large room. The beautiful blonde walked to the center where you were standing with the two men, her heels clicking against the marble floor.

“I’m just telling him the truth, Jane.” Her eyes burned in jealousy as he spoke.

“We want you to accept this sweet girl.” Aro told her, and she seemed to fume even more at his comment.

Her deep red eyes met yours and fear flashed through you. Her threatening gaze held yours and you soon felt a dull ache course through your body. Your breathing escalated and the ache grew into the worst pain you had ever felt. You collapsed onto the floor and your screams filled the air. Alec held you in his arms as he yelled at Jane to stop. You still focused on her eyes as you heard Aro commanding her to stop and Alec continued to yell.

Finally her stare became aloof instead of intense, and the pain stopped. She simply looked at Aro and turned around, heading back through the heavy wooden doors.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N).” Alec held your cheek and you looked up at him.


You were sitting in one of the chambers as Alec had to tend to some business with other members of the Volturi. As you sat alone, all you could think about was how terrifying your mate’s twin sister was. Even though you cared greatly for Alec, you knew you could not live a life in fear of his jealous sister. She was a more experienced vampire than you and you could end your life easily.

You took a deep breath and quickly slipped out into the night.


You sat and watched Jasper and Emmett with a smile on your face. They were joking around and Emmett sang at the top of his lungs as he flipped a couple of steaks on the grill. You were so lucky to have found them after you escaped from Italy. Their mother figure, Esme, took you into their home in a heartbeat and you would forever be grateful for them. Of course you missed Alec, but this was a better life. A life that didn’t involve you being abused and fearing for your life.

“So why are we cooking again?”

“Edward’s father-in-law, a human by the way, is coming to visit. Gotta play the part.” Jasper smirked at you.

“(Y/N)?”

Your body suddenly went rigid upon hearing the voice. Jasper and Emmett looked shocked as they stared at the boy standing behind you.

You slowly turned around and met the familiar eyes of Alec. He looked surprised when he saw that your eyes were no longer red like his, they were gold.

“Oh my god.” You hopped off of the bar stool and hugged him tightly. “I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.”

“Uhh (Y/N)? Please explain why one of them are here.” Emmett rolled up his sleeves to show that he would be ready to fight if anything happened.

“I never told you why I came here. I was living with Alec’s coven but…I ran away…” You trailed off.

“Why? What did they do to you?” Jasper growled and stepped around the counter but you held up your hand.

“My sister hurt her. Which is something I never intend on doing.” He looked down at you and you melted from his words.

“Alec…I can’t go back with you.” You looked down, feeling ashamed.

“Why? Are you with one of them?” He looked at the two vampires in jealousy.

Emmett smirked and Jasper’s face softened as he laughed at his accusation.

“No, no. They already have mates. I meant I can’t go back because of her. I’m afraid she’ll kill me.”

He looked at you sadly. “I figured that’s why you disappeared. So I told her if she didn’t want you there then I would leave too.”

This surprised you because you knew the two of them were very close. You didn’t quite know how to respond so you waited for him to go on.

“If you don’t want to go back, then I’ll go with you…anywhere.”

“I’m not sure, Alec. The Cullens have taken great care of me. I’d feel guilty just leaving them behind.” You frowned.

“Then we’ll stay in the area.” He grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze. “(Y/N)…I will do whatever it takes to be with you. If you want to stay here, I’ll stay and just go visit my family when I feel like it. Just please don’t tell me to leave.”

You smiled and hugged him again, pulling back to kiss him sweetly. After a moment, Emmett cleared his throat and you backed away, blushing.

“We’ll be watching you, kid.” Jasper looked at Alec seriously but winked at you.


I hope there weren’t any mistakes because I didn’t have time to proofread because I have class. Oops

ONCE UPON A TIME

PRE-FINALE: On April 30, viewers will get “answers to what makes the Black Fairy tick,” says co-creator Eddy Kitsis — including why she never named Rumplestiltskin, and why she gave him up. May 7 of course cues up the musical episode, during which Emma and Hook are poised to trade vows. “Everyone was nervous and giddy and excited,” Kitsis says of the musical endeavor. “You really felt like it was the pilot again.” As for a possible wedding crasher, Jennifer Morrison hints, “There’s evil stuff going on.”

SEASON FINALE (MAY 14): Per its title, “This is the final battle,” says Kitsis — and thus the end of Henry’s storybook. “The two hours are devoted to everything we’ve set up for six years, and the final scene will let you know what we’re going to do” in the event of a Season 7. “After 132 episodes, we wanted to be able to complete this chapter — and set up the new one,” with help from characters played by Andrew J. West (The Walking Dead) and Alison Fernandez (Jane the Virgin). “They tie directly into our future plans,” says co-creator Adam Horowitz, “as well as what we’re currently doing.”

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If people were always kind and obedient to those who are cruel and unjust, the wicked people would have it all thier own way: they would never feel afraid, and s they would never alter, but grow worse. When we are struck back with no reason, we should strike back again very hard, so hard as to teach the person who struck us never to do it again
—  Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte
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Jane Pearson’s ‘Robron’ highlight reel

yeahishipitbitch  asked:

Do you guys have any fics with shotgunning? I live for sexually charged shotgunning with sterek! Thank you! :)

I’ve got explicitly rated shotgunning ;)  Hope that works!  -Emmy

Whispers of Smoke by orphan_account 

(1,175 I Explicit I Complete)

Basically Stiles and Derek get high and have sex

Anytime by Marishna 

(2,225 I Mature I Complete)

“Sorry!”

Stiles snorted and started laughing, too.  “For what?” he chuckled.

“Stiles,” Derek mumbled.  “I think I’m high.”

Stiles laughed harder and louder, the sound echoing off the trees and interrupting the birds and crickets.  Derek watched him for a second, then joined in, leaning heavily on Stiles while his body shuddered as he gasped for breath.

Stoners in Love (With Mary Jane) by deafmusiq 

(2,304 I Explicit I Complete)

 “Why do you always get first hit?” Stiles laid back on Derek’s bed again after taking the proffered blunt.

Derek took a moment to reply, his hands getting busy with the next joint before he exhaled, a large plume of smoke floating from his lips. “I get first hit because I rolled. Because I actually know how.“

New Romantics by Scavengersdaughter2 

(2,967 I Explicit I Complete)

Stiles and Derek don’t have a normal relationship. They’re not quite best friends, not quite lovers. They’re something new and different.
They wouldn’t have it any other way.

Breathe Me In And Let Me Stay by alakewood

(3,058 I Explicit I Complete)

It’s the first day of summer vacation and Stiles and Scott are supposed to have a bro-date to gorge on pizza and marathon all the Marvel movies.  Then Allison texts Scott and Scott bails and Stiles is left to share the pizza they’ve already ordered with Derek.  But that’s not all they share.

I’m Breathing In The Chemicals by laminy

(4,067 I Explicit I Complete)

Stiles needs a smoke. He ends up at Derek’s with the promise of one. When Stiles finds Derek’s particular mix a little too strong, Derek tries shotgunning to make it less intense. It doesn’t quite work. Takes place sometime, any time, during or after season three (mentions of Stiles’s hair and Derek’s new apartment).  

Breathe You In by forpony 

(4,694 I Explicit I Complete)

How Stiles and Derek become weed buddies.

Hale to the Chief by LadyLazarus 

(14,403 I Explicit I Complete)

First Son Stiles Stilinski thought college back home in Beacon Hills would be the best thing ever.

That is, until he realized that he’d be stuck with Derek Hale as his roommate the entire year.

Like Real People Do by queerly_it_is 

(15,361 I Explicit I Complete)

Stiles waits until Scott’s focused on the game, eyes narrowed and his tongue poking at the corner of his mouth, fingers tapping at the controller, before he says, “So I think we should kiss.”

Respiration and Inspiration by MajorAccent 

(31,437 I Explicit I Complete)

“Your dad’s the fucking sheriff of my hometown,” Derek hisses when Stiles is pretending to search through the expiration dates on the cartons of 1%. “When were you going to tell me that?”

“Uhm,” Stiles stalls, closing the glass-paned door. “Never?” He ventures. Seeing the hard placed scowl on Derek’s face, Stiles knows it’s not what he wanted to hear. “How was I supposed to bring it up?” He asks, voice pitching on hysterical in the middle before he forces it back down. “Right around the first time I was sparking up, just lean over and go, “Oh, hey, by the fucking way, I’m from Beacon Hills and my dad’s the sheriff, but he doesn’t know I do recreational drugs on the weekly,” and then recite Millay to you? Yeah, because that’d work out so goddamn well.”

I Know We’re The Crooked Kind (But You’re Crooked Too) By refuse_to_sink 

(53,768 I Explicit I Complete)

Derek Hale is in one of the most well known Motorcycle Clubs in America, as well as part of the well known Hale Pack. With that comes a lot of trouble, a lot of death, and a few stints in jail.

Stiles Stilinski, ex boyfriend to Derek Hale walked away from the Motorcycle Club lifestyle at the age of 22, and seven years later turns back up in Beacon Hills. With that comes even more trouble, even more death, and a few stints in jail.

Shit in Beacon Hills gets thrown upside down, and everyone is just trying to make it out alive.

Here in the Forest Dark and Deep by grimm 

(56,572 I Explicit I Complete)  *ghosts

There’s a boy in the woods.

There’s a boy in the woods and he’s always there, rain or shine, day or night.

There’s a creaking in the hall and a knocking on the door and no one is ever there.

Five people died in this house and Stiles Stilinski is not at all sure they’re gone for good.