Nightmare (Fluff)

Don’t look back, just keep running.  I was sprinting as fast as I could but I knew it wasn’t fast enough.  I could hear them chasing after me, I didn’t even know who they were but it was clear they wanted me dead.  Seconds later I was on the ground feeling the cold metal of a gun pressed to the side of my head, my arms being bound behind my back.

“Please don’t kill me..” I whispered to the man in a mask.

“Too late.” He pulled the trigger.

You bolted upright, panting hard as you tried to catch your breath.  Immediately you felt J’s arms pull you against his chest.  You sat there with him gently rocking you back and forth as you reasoned through what was happening.

“Shh shh it was just a nightmare.” J whispered in your ear.

You slowly pulled away from him to look into his worried eyes, tears accumulating in yours.  You took another deep breath before replying, “I’m sorry I woke you up again, I don’t know why this keeps happening.”

For the past few weeks you had been having recurring nightmares and unfortunately you tended to act out your dreams, which included punching J awake on numerous occasions.

“It’s okay, you only kicked me in the balls once this time.” J joked trying to make light of the situation.  Even though you were awake and understood that it was all just a dream now, he still knew that it affected you.  The only way he was able to cope with real emotions was by trying to make you laugh.

You showed him a small smile, appreciating his effort before lying back down with a sigh.  The sheets were damp from your sweat and your skin was still sticky.

“Will you take a bath with me J?” You asked, feeling hopeful.

“Doll, it’s three in the morning.  I’ll shower with you in a few hours.” J grumbled before lying back down next to you.  He had just started to close his eyes again before he felt the bed shift and you stand up.

“I’ll be back in a bit then.” You said as you started to walk to the master bath.

“Y/N get back in bed!” J called after you but you entered the bathroom and closed the door behind you.  Seconds later you heard J growl in frustration and the door re-opened.

“Good choice.” You said with a wink as you turned on the bathtub faucets.  You both stripped out of your pajamas while you waited for the water to rise.  

“You get in first, I wanna make sure the water isn’t too hot.” You told J, giving him a cheeky smile.

“Yeah, kick me in the balls in your sleep, wake me up at three in the morning, force me to come bathe with you when I should be sleeping, and then tell me to get in the water first to see if I burn.  Perfect, doll.” J mumbled to himself as he stepped in the tub and sat down.

You rolled your eyes at his grumpiness.  He always got frustrated when he wasn’t getting the sleep that you knew he needed, but you also knew that you were worth it and he loved comforting you even if he wouldn’t admit it.  You stepped in the bath and sat between his legs, lying back against his chest.  His hands reached out of the water and started to stroke your arms and gently rub your shoulders.

Your eyes closed and he knew you were getting sleepy, “Don’t even think about falling asleep right now, Y/N.  If I have to be awake, so do you.” J said half joking half serious.  You opened your eyes and let out a small giggle.

“You better do something to keep me awake then.” You smirked.

J flashed his silver grin and you felt his hands roam over your body, cupping your breasts.  You immediately swatted him away, grabbing his hands and holding them in yours.

“Not like that.” You said, looking back to see J roll his eyes in disappointment.

“Well then what the fuck do you want?” He was getting more annoyed by the minute, but you always thought his late night tantrums were cute.

“Tell me a story.” You replied.  J wrinkled his nonexistent eyebrows, contemplating your request.

“Ok….” He thought for a moment before speaking again, “Once upon a time I was at the club doing some business when this total hot piece of ass came up to the VIP area….”

“J!” You shouted at him, “I don’t want to hear about your time with some whore at the club!”

“But doll it was so long ago and it doesn’t even have to do with me! Just listen,” J continued, “So it turns out she was fuckin’ around with not one, not two, but THREE of the boys! And-”

“J I DON’T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT IT!” You exclaimed.

“Oh come on doll, it didn’t involve me and it was hilarious! You should’ve seen the looks on their faces when they realized-”

“JUST PLAY WITH MY HAIR AND SHUT YOUR MOUTH.” You cut him off and grabbed one of his hands, placing it on top of your head dramatically.

J just cackled, obviously amused by your jealousy, but he obliged and began running his fingers through your hair softly.  Your eyes shut once again at the delicate, soothing feeling and you settled your head in the crook of his neck.

“We’ve gotta get out of this tub if you’re gunna fall asleep princess.” J whispered, kissing the side of your head.

“Carry me.” You whispered back with a smirk, keeping your eyes shut.  You knew he was probably rolling his eyes but you felt him wrap his arms around you and pick you up before carrying you back to bed without drying off.  He placed you down gently on the silk sheets before getting in on his side and pulling you back against his warm, wet body.

“Go back to sleep now doll, I’ll see you when the sun is up.” J whispered in your hair as you were lulled back to sleep by the sound of his heartbeat and the safety of his arms. 

Let’s talk about the battle in the Department of Mysteries for a sec. So after the group gets split up, Harry, Hermione and Neville go one way and Ron, Ginny and Luna the other. The next time we see the latter group Ginny’s ankle is busted and Ron’s brain is addled. Luna says that the Death Eaters blew up a planet in the planetarium and hit Ron with some sort of hex.

Let’s take a moment to examine that. If the curse that hit the planet had hit any of the kids, they’d be dead. So the Death Eater probably missed, hit the planet ahead of them, injuring Ginny. But here’s the important part: the one who actually gets hit by the hex? Ron.

Why is this important? Because Ron is consistently described throughout the series as tall. Like, every time Harry sees him after the beginning of summer he’s described as having shot up. Again. On the other hand Ginny is described as “the small one” by Bellatrix Lestrange. But Ron is behind her. I don’t know if you know this but tall people can run really fast. I am not particularly fit but I am tall. And I can pour on the speed when my adrenaline’s up, which I have no doubt was the case for everyone in the Department of Mysteries. But he’s behind her.

Because he did that deliberately. He kept his body between the Death Eaters and the girls. He shielded them from their spells. Because those he cares about are more important to him than his own life.

I don’t know, I just think about this a lot.



Gunmen with AK47s killed 15 civilians when they stormed three hotels in Ivory Coast

“Fifteen civilians and three soldiers were killed after gunmen armed with AK47s stormed three hotels in Grand Bassam yesterday.
One survivor who witnessed the horror attack said: “They killed a child despite him kneeling down and begging. They shot a woman in the chest. They’ve killed innocent people." 

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Please let us all pray for Ivory Coast during this difficult time!



African American Woman Who Was Navy Veteran Killed By Police Last September: Media Are Silent

India Kager was shot dead by police while she was sitting on the front seat next to her boyfriend Angelo Perry. Police officers were after Perry. 30 rounds were shot into the car. India Kager who was U.S. Navy veteran and a mother of two died on the scene. One of her babies was in the car and fortunately wasn’t hurt. India Kager was killed by police 100 days ago - media keep silence on the investigation of her death.

#Say Her Name

#Killed By Police

Kager’s story



Denver police shot and killed a female suspect early Monday who they say drove a stolen car at two officers, hitting one of them in the leg. Friends of the driver described her as a teenage high school student.

The shooting happened at about 6:30 a.m. in an alley near the intersection of 25th Avenue and Newport Street. A volley of shots rang out in the crowded residential area of Park Hill, waking neighbors who said the gun reports were followed by screams and cries

Police said there were five people in the vehicle at the time, all “very young in age.” The driver, who was pronounced dead after being rushed to a hospital, appears to have been a teenager but police did not release her age or identity.


Police make up a peculiar subculture in society. More often than not they have their own moral code of behavior, an “us against them” attitude, enforced by a Blue Wall of Silence. It’s their version of the Mafia’s omerta. Speak out, and you’re no longer “one of us.” You’re one of “them.” And as James Fyfe, a nationally recognized expert on the use of force, wrote in his 1993 book about this issue, Above The Law, officers who break the code sometimes won’t be helped in emergency situations, as I wasn’t.
—  Frank Serpico, who was shot in the face and left for dead at the scene of a drug bust by his fellow NYPD officers for trying to route out corruption in the 70’s.
Who’s Your Daddy

Originally posted by cassiopeia-chasing-the-moon

Summary: Negan punishes you in the best way.

Pairing: Negan x Anna

Warning: Swearing, Smut, Spanking, Daddy Kink, Violence

You’ve been dating Negan for a couple months now, and surprisingly, living with Negan and sharing your mind and body with a ‘psychopath’ wasn’t as bad as you were expecting. When you first arrived at Sanctuary almost a year ago Negan had five wives, which he eventually left for you after you continued to tell him you wouldn’t sleep with him while he was with other women. You never actually expected him to give up five women for one, but when he knocked on your door in the middle of the night to confess his love for you, you were unbelievably happy he did so. Negan acted completely different when you were around, and didn’t give a fuck who saw. He’d hug and kiss you in public, call you pet names like “baby”, “sweetheart”, “Anna banana” and so forth. Nobody in Sanctuary really cared about Negan and your relationship but Negan did one thing his men couldn’t stand. You were never in trouble no matter what; Negan wouldn’t dare to harm you, even if you absolutely fucked up, or talked back. But Negan had no problem keeping his men and everyone else that resided in Sanctuary in line and making sure they knew who was boss.

One night when Negan had finished taking a walk and was heading back to your room, he overheard a group of his men whispering amongst themselves, Negan hid around the corner and listened. He heard his men complaining about how he was always putting you first and letting you do whatever the fuck you wanted. “We should just overthrow him” snickered one of his men, named Jack “show him what a real boss acts like, maybe burn his and his precious fucking pets faces off, see how he likes it”. Nobody else agreed with him, even though they were pissed at Negan they wouldn’t dare to do anything along those lines, Negan could be an asshole, but he was a good leader. “Don’t let Negan hear you talking like that” chuckled another one of Negan’s men, “I don’t give a fuck” Jack replied.

A few minutes later the men, unaware on Negan’s presence left and headed in for the night. As Jack was turning the corner Negan put his hand over his mouth and dragged Jack along with him. Negan brought Jack behind a building and slammed him up against the wall “you want me fucking gone? Want to put a motherfucking hot iron to me and Anna’s faces?” Negan slammed Jack into the wall again and spat as he talked, anger boiling inside of him “I..uh” Jack stuttered barely able to speak “what? You had quite a bit to fucking say before you cunt, now you choose not to talk?, you really and I mean REALLY fucked up” Negan then pulled the knife he kept tucked into his belt out and dragged it deeply across Jack’s throat. Blood poured out as Jack’s lifeless body feel to the ground. Negan took a deep breath, then bent down and wiped the blood off of his knife onto Jack’s shirt before tucking it back into his belt and walking off. He went up to two of his men who were about to enter their building “Jack’s corpse is laying behind that building over there, do me a fucking solid and bring that good for nothing piece of fucking shit out of Sanctuary, give the walkers a little snack”. The men looked at each other then back at Negan and gave a “yes, sir” before quickly walking off to dispose of Jack’s body.

The next morning, Negan knew that he still had to take care of his other men and you. He wanted his men to respect him, but he still didn’t want to harm you. He told his men to meet him out by the gate to go out on a run and he also told you to do the same, you’ve been asking him to let you go out on a run one day and it seemed like he was finally letting you tag along. You and a great number of Negan’s men were standing around at the gate when Negan finally strided over carrying Lucille over his shoulder, he walked up to you and loudly said “I changed my mind your not coming after all, go help out in the kitchen, where you belong” he then started walking past you. “Excuse me!?” you shouted back. Negan smirked, his plan was working, he knew you wouldn’t let him talk to you like that. “You heard me doll, fuck…off”, your blood started to boil at his words and you walked up to him and gave him a smack across his beautiful face. Right when your hand came down, you regretted what you did and knew this time you went too far. Negan tightly grabbed your arm with his free hand and began dragging you into your room, “wait for me boys, I need to teach this disrespectful little bitch a lesson, shouldn’t be long”. Negan’s men looked at each other in shock.

Negan pushed you into your room before slamming the door behind him, “pull your pants and panties off and lay across my fucking desk” he said lowly. “Negan please, I’m sorry” you whimpered back, “DO IT!” he yelled. You quickly pulled your pants and panties down together and laid across Negan’s wooden desk, Negan chuckled to himself and licked his lips, the sight of your bare ass and pussy bent over his desk was already getting him hard, he then unbuckled his leather belt and pulled it off. “I’ll go easy on you this time baby, five smacks should do the trick..but you have to yell really fucking loud for daddy, I want my men to fucking hear it, and if you don’t I’m going to start over again until you it?” you nodded your head quickly grabbing onto the edges of the table and closing your eyes. Before you could even take another breath you felt the sting off leather against your bare ass and you yelled out as loud as you could. “That’s it you dirty fucking girl” Negan said enthusiastically before lashing the belt against your ass a second time as you let out another scream. Negan gave two more quick lashes one to each ass cheek and again you screamed, you felt tears welling up in your eyes, this was the first time a man has spanked you and even though it hurt like a bitch you felt your wetness drip down your leg. “Last one darling, you ready?” Negan asked, enjoying this a little too much, “yes” you whimpered, “huh? What was that?” Negan said leaning in closer to you, “yes!” you said again loudly, “yes what!?” Negan shouted, ”yes, daddy” you loudly purred back. Negan grinned before pulling his arm back as far as he could and then putting all his strength into the last smack. This time you let out the loudest scream you possibly could as you felt your ass burn as welts began to form.

Negan gently rubbed your ass with one hand “good girl” he said gently, you let out a moan as you felt Negan’s other hand slip between your legs “fuck baby, your soaked” he hissed. You let out a giggle before turning around to look at Negan. He cupped your face with his hands “stay home and relax for the rest of the day sweetheart, you deserve it, and when I get back I want you on the bed naked, waiting for me, daddies gonna take care of you” you nodded before giving Negan a soft kiss. Negan put his belt back on and slicked his hair back before picking Lucille up and heading for the door, “bye daddy, be safe” you called out, “see you tonight Anna banana, I love you” Negan replied giving you a wink, “I love you too” you said back with a smile as Negan walked out and back towards his men who kneeled down when they saw him coming. Negan smirked knowing they heard everything “get up you fuckers; we’ve got work to do”.

What I told you about saving people isn’t true. You might think it is, because you might want someone else to save you, or you might want to save someone so badly. But no one else can save you, not really. Not from yourself. […] You fall asleep in the foothills, and the wolf comes down from the mountains. And you hope someone will wake you up. Or chase it off. Or shoot it dead. But when you realize that the wolf is inside you, that’s when you know. You can’t run from it. And no one who loves you can kill the wolf, because it’s part of you. They see your face on it. And they won’t fire the shot.
—  Ava Dellaira, Love Letters to the Dead
What I told you about saving people isn’t true. You might think it is, because you might want someone else to save you, or you might want to save someone so badly. But no one else can save you, not really. Not from yourself. […] You fall asleep in the foothills, and the wolf comes down from the mountains. And you hope someone will wake you up. Or chase it off. Or shoot it dead. But when you realize that the wolf is inside you, that’s when you know. You can’t run from it. And no one who loves you can kill the wolf, because it’s part of you. They see your face on it. And they won’t fire the shot.
—  Ava Dellaira, from Love Letters to the Dead

[drae spoilers ! !! 1 protect yourselves]  

anyways this is the only epilogue i’ll accept 

What I told you about saving people isn’t true. You might think it is, because you might want someone else to save you, or you might want to save someone so badly. But no one else can save you, not really. Not from yourself. You fall asleep in the foothills, and the wolf comes down from the mountains. And you hope someone will wake you up. Or chase it off. Or shoot it dead. But when you realize that the wolf is inside you, that’s when you know. You can’t run from it. And no one who loves you can kill the wolf, because it’s part of you. They see your face on it. And they won’t fire the shot.
—  Ava Dellaira, Love Letters to the Dead
What John Watson had to go through

1. War.

2. Getting shot.

3. PSTD and fruitless therapy.

4. Loneliness.

5. Losing the closest person he has ever had because of his suicide death.

6. Eye-witnessing his friend’s violent death.

7. Grief.

8. Emptiness again.

9. Shock after his “dead” and mourned friend came back to living.

10. Anger that he was the only one who didn’t know a bit about his friend’s fucking elaborate plan.

11. Abduction and life threatening adventure while being placed in a bonefire.

12. Almost losing his friend again due to a nearly (or actually) lethal shot.

13. Realizing it was his pregnant wife (and a professional killer) who have almost deliberately killed his friend and was ready to do that again.

14. Seeing his friend killed a man for him, making himself go on exile and certain death all the same.

15. Having to say goodbye to his friend, the only person he could trust, the only man that really cared for him going on a deadly mission without even possibility to express their feelings to each other.

It’s such an emotional rollercoaster, I don’t know how John even stayed sane.

Watching Ghost Adventures
  • *Camera films artsy shots of Zack in the Cemetery*
  • Zack's Narrating over Artsy Shots: All the emotions and memories within these spirits who are buried in this cemetery. Souls that once occupied these corpses are the souls that are trapped. Will my soul be trapped one day?
  • *Camera moves to Nicks View*
  • Nick: Cemeteries creep me out man. Like these people are dead... Hey where's Aaron?
  • *Nick looks over in the distances and sees Aaron Laughing Hysterically*
  • Aaron: Hey Nick check this out man, this guys last name was WoodCock!
Who Shot Delphine? My Theory Might Surprise You

I’ve seen quite a bit of supposition with regard to who shot Delphine, is she dead, and so forth over the last few days and I, like many of you, have struggled with the possibilities as to what happened and why.

It was only when a friend on Twitter suggested something that at first seemed outlandish did I come to a startling possibility…what if the culprit is none other than Delphine herself?


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“The Wrong One” (M)


Member: Chanyeol from EXO (ft. Baekhyun and Sehun)

Genre: Smut (M), A little bit of angst and fluff

Request: Chanyeol is in love with his best friend’s little sister but she’s taken.

“Sehun I think that’s enough with the tequila shots” you said as he was well off his 6th shot of the night. “look, Sehun you’re the one that dragged me, Chanyeol and Baek to this frat party so we’re not the ones who are going to drag your half dead body back home ok?” he scoffed and ignored you as he took another shot. “Can’t you just let loose for once?” he rolled his eyes as he walked upstairs.

“Hey where’s your boyfriend?” Chanyeol wrapped his arm around your waist and laughed. “Erasing his brain cells what else?” you rolled your eyes. “You know I always wondered why you started dating Sehun…..I mean he is mine and Baek’s best friend but……. You did always know he was the biggest fuckboy in our school” he raised his eyebrow at you.

“I did but I also know he’s more than that Chanyeol” you kicked his arm off your waist. You walked off to the living room when you saw your brother, Baekhyun trying his luck on an older popular girl you’ve seen around your neighborhood before. You rolled your eyes and you felt your headache coming when you realized just how much you weren’t in the mood for this party tonight. Movies and Nutella in bed sounded so much better than drunk people who can’t keep it in their pants.

You decided to go upstairs and look in the dorm bathroom for some aspirin or something else that might help your headache although you knew you’d probably only find condoms in a boy’s frat college dorm but might as well try? You walked up to the bathroom door and you could hear moans coming from the inside. “Oh man there are 10 bedrooms in this place can’t they just go and fuck in one of those?” you whined as you lost every care you had and decided to go in anyways.

“LOOK I’M ONLY HERE TO LOOK FOR MEDS YOU CAN CONTINUE SINNING IN LIKE 5 SECONDS OK” you shouted as you covered your eyes and looked for the cabin above the sink but when you looked down at the floor you saw something familiar. Black ripped jeans and long skinny legs? Something seemed off. You removed your hand and your mouth instantly dropped, spreading a shocked look on your face. “Sehun……?” he looked back at you as he held some girl you didn’t know above his hips, legs wrapped around him and his mouth biting on her chest.  “Sorry?” he shrugged and continued doing what he was doing as if you weren’t standing right there beside him. You slammed the cabin shut and ran downstairs still shocked and tears threatening to drop on your cheeks.

“HEY HEY Y/N WHAT HAPPENED” Chanyeol grabbed you as you tried running away. He shot you a confused and worried look and his face softened more than usual. “Are you crying?” He cupped your cheek, looking concerned. “It’s…it’s…uh….I saw……I…its Sehun….” You mumbled through your words as you stared at the ground. “He didn’t go upstairs to pee did he” he said, his face stiffening again. “Come on, I’ll call Baekhyun and we can go back home” grabbing your hand and interlacing his fingers with yours.

You didn’t think you could handle your angry brother tonight too so you and Chanyeol kept your mouths shut for the rest of the ride home. Chanyeol was staying the night so he drove the three of you back home.

You were long into your movie and you nearly finished the Nutella jar when you heard a knock on your door. “Y/N……can I come in?” Chanyeol’s voice was deep and sweet.  You sighed and slammed your laptop shut as fast as you could and pretended to be asleep. You weren’t dealing with this now too. He came into your room and went out as soon as he saw your eyes closed, sighing sweetly.

Right after you were done watching your third movie you glanced at your phone. “3 am” you read on your screen thinking no one should be awake by now so you thought it would be safe to go get something to drink in the kitchen. You got up from your bed, wearing an oversized white t shirt that showed your cleavage a little more than Baek thought was appropriate and your favorite red Victoria secretes underwear that were only covered slightly by your shirt.

You liked the silence of the night. It was peaceful like nothing else in the world mattered. It made you calm. You opened the water bottle as you sighed and closed your eyes, breathing the cold night air from the open window. “Forget about him Y/N. He’s not worth it.” You whispered to yourself as you took another sip. “He isn’t.” you jumped at the sudden deep voice and spit some of the water you were drinking. It was Chanyeol. He was leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed above his chest and an angry frown on his face. He was wearing that black tank top that showed his biceps and you would be lying if you said it didn’t made you feel some type of way.

“Why are you awake?” you shot him a look as you closed the bottle. “I can’t fall asleep” he said walking over to you. “Why are you awake?” he scoffed at you. “I’m watching a movie” you looked right into his eyes with a condescending look. “Dork. Staying up until 3 am watching movies with your Nutella jar” he mocked you letting a laugh out, his hands still wrapped above his chest standing a bit too close to you. “Yeah I can do whatever I want” you took one step closer to him, narrowing your eyes. “Anymore mocking you wanna do Park Chanyeol?” the room was silent and the only light coming in was from the street lamps outside. “Mocking? Why would I ever mock you….piggy tails girl? He laughed. “I WAS 5 OK? I TOLD BAEKHYUN NOT TO GET THAT STUPID ALBUM OUT” you raised your voice all frustrated. “Shhhhhh” he shushed you holding his mouth from laughing too hard. “You’re cute when you’re mad” he took another step closer to you, no space left between you anymore. “Can I join you?” he kept his gaze on your lips. “Come on slinky cheese it’s not like you have anything better to do” you grabbed his hand leading him to your room as he let out a giggle.

He jumped down on your bed as you crawled up under your blanket, sitting up and pressing play on a new movie. Ten minutes into it and Chanyeol was starting to get bored. He started sighing from time to time, playing with your hand dropping it on the blanket from different heights, blowing your hair in your face and humming. “CHANYEOL” you tried not to shout too loud. “CAN’T YOU STAY STILL FOR ONE SECOND?” you closed your eyes trying to keep your cool. “Not when you’re in the room” he winked at you. You rolled your eyes and shifted your look back on the screen. “Y/N?” he sat up and stared at you. “Yes?” you shot him a done look. “You know…I don’t think Baek would be too thrilled about you wearing that in bed with me” he flashed you with his white wicked smile. “Well, Baek doesn’t control me.” You smirked at him. “Don’t do that” his smile wiped completely off his face. “Do what?” you smirked again noticing his gaze shift down to your lips again. “That.” He looked up into your eyes, his eyes all dark and filled with a look you’ve never seen before. He looked hungry.

The only sound in your dark room was Chanyeol’s heavy warm breathing as you could feel it on the side of your neck. He grabbed your waist and pressed his fingers on your hip, pulling you slowly closer to his body. Keeping his gaze on your lips, you blacked out everything else that was going on in your life for a second. “I’m pretty sure Baek wouldn’t be too thrilled about this too” he whispered against your lips right before he pressed his wet lips on yours. He deepened the kiss as he pulled you even closer to him. Your lips moving in a perfect rhythm, it was passionate, wet and warm. He licked your bottom lip trying to get access past them. You lost your control over your body completely and let him take the lead. Breathlessly he worked his tongue on yours, making you moan in his mouth. He groaned and pulled away from the kiss. Breathing heavily on your lips, stare locked on your now red lips. He bit your bottom lip right before he slammed your laptop shut and dropped it on the floor.

“Wait my laptop….” You let out a breathless sentence between the touches. He cupped your cheeks, kissing your lips into oblivion. “I’ll buy you a new one.” he smirked right before he climbed on top of you, pinning your wrists above your head. He traced a trail of kisses from your ear to your jawline, to your neck and finally reaching your lips again. He grabbed the seam of your shirt and pulled it above your head roughly. Revealing your breasts, he was sitting on top of your hips panting heavily staring at your body and taking his top off, throwing it across the room. He dived down your chest and sucked on one of your nipples, making you arch your back and running your fingers through his hair, grabbing it. “Easy baby girl…..I’ve only just started” he smirked against your other nipple. Taking it in his mouth and licking it, he bit it and closed his eyes as you felt his errection growing in his sweats.

You wrapped your legs around his hips and ran your point against his sides, making your way to the band of his pants, you slipped it between your toes and pulled them down his legs with your legs, moaning from Chanyeol’s actions on your breasts, tracing hickies all over your body. He stopped and looked up at you, letting your nipple slip out of his mouth. “Where did you learn that piggy tails girl?” he scoffed smirking. “Just fuck me already” you whined, arching your back. “As you wish.” 

He kept his stare at you, licking his tongue around your nipple one last time before pulling your damp underwear past your legs. He reached his rough fingers on your burning core, smirking. He stretched out to your ear, kissing it slightly. “You’re so wet and it’s all for me” you felt his mouth corners curve again your ear. He pressed his thumb against your clit and rubbed rough circles around it as he inserted 2 fingers into you. Pumping back and forth in the rhythm of your moans. “Shhh baby girl we don’t wanna wake Baek up, now do we?” he entered your mouth with his warm tongue. Working synchronized circles with your clit and tongue. You felt a heat go through your body and reach your lower stomach. You were so close.

He removed his hands off you completely and you looked at him with a confused expression all over your face. He lifted your legs up and settled them on his shoulders, grabbing tightly at your thighs. You arched your back again as you felt the touch of his wet tongue against your heat. He worked against your clit, sucking on your juices. You covered your mouth and moaned into your hand to keep yourself from screaming Chanyeol’s name across your entire house. He bit slightly on your clit and kissed it right before you finally came. You rode off your orgasm as Chanyeol didn’t waste any time with his lips off your body. Moving from your pussy to the side of your thigh, he left his marks all over it, sucking as hard as you screamed earlier. 

Your fingers through his hair, he got up and took off his tight black boxers, revealing his long hard cock. He looked as thirsty for you as you did for him. Rubbing his shaft against your opening, he grabbed the sides of your hips and the moonlight from outside the window reflected off his tanned biceps as he stared at your eyes, inches from your lips. “I hate you” you let out breathlessly against his lips. “I know” he smirked against yours and without any other warning he entered you. You moaned loudly and he shut you up with a kiss. He began to thrust hard and rough as he pressed his fingers on your hips, grabbing for dear life. He moved your hips against his cock, moving it slowly and deep at first but increasing his speed with every moan of his name. He dropped his head at the crook of your neck and groaned as he felt his peak reaching his body. Slowly moving his lips to yours he finally felt your walls clench around him and he came, growling the word “fuck” against your shuddering body. 

He stayed hovering above you for a bit, looking into your eyes before rolling off of you and to the other side of the bed. You both laid there panting hard and staring at the ceiling. He pulled you by your waist towards him and you threw your leg between his and kissed his neck. “So I may have a little crush on my best friend’s little sister” he mumbled smiling right before you fell asleep on him.

HEY GUYS, WHERES THE OUTRAGE NOW?! 2 NYPD Cops shot dead. Hmmm I wonder why? This is what happens when people chant that they want dead cops. I am so disgusted that this is how people treat the ones who put their lives on the line for us. This will not solve anything. ALL LIVES MATTER.

Whose dream was it anyway?

Oh fuck how slow am I!! I’ve been thinking about the movie Frequency (along with Inception, yes), where due to a freak storm of electromagnetic nature caused by an aurora borealis (northern lights), a homicide detective in 1999 makes contact over radio with his father in 1969.

The reason I’ve been thinking about this is, I’m still not clear as to whose drug-induced-or-not dream was this episode. Was it modern Sherlock’s who took drugs? And ended up solving the mystery of Moriarty’s death? Or was it Victorian Holmes’s who was embroiled in in his own demons and solved a case of dead-yet-not-dead wife? Because the end shot of the episode was Holmes wistfully looking out of the window thinking that he was the man out of his time, (something Moftiss have talked about endlessly, just another one of your self-referential scenes :/) since he had imagined a future with jets.

That made me think: it was the dreamscape of both the Holmeses, like the two time streams crossed somehow, and both Holmeses ended up making some sort of contact with each other. Like in the movie Frequency. And this is where I’m being slow:


I realized that there was a diagonal matrix and Maxwell’s equations of electromagnetism there earlier, and left it at that without thinking too much of it. (Sleeping is not that boring, ok? It was 5am at this point.) But now that I’ve seen it again, I realized something.

It isn’t JUST any other diagonal matrix. It’s Minkowski metric matrix.

Do you see a circled letter in front of that matrix in the screencap? It has an equality sign buried under it, and the letter pretty much looks like greet eta as in above matrix. Now what is Minkowski metric?

Simply speaking, metric is nothing but a description of how we measure distances. So in our day-to-day life where we use Euclidean geometry, if we know the coordinates of the two points, say (x1, y1, z1) and (x2, y2, z2), then the distance is simply 

Now, that’s a working formula. What do we see? There’re only terms in squares. There’s no wonky cross terms like (x1-x2)*(y1-y2), right? So in abstract maths, this fact would be represented as a Euclidean matrix:

Forget the left hand side. What it means is, if I want the distance between two points, I’m only going to look at where 1′s are. If they are on the diagonal of this arrangement of numbers, I’m only going to consider squares of coordinate difference. If there’s a 1 somewhere else, I’ll have to also consider wonky cross term like above. But fortunately for me, there isn’t any here, so good.

Now when one goes to Special Relativity, the geometry doesn’t remain our day-to-day Euclidean. Because time itself is very much equivalent of space, is relative and has to be considered in measuring distances. Because two events in a this joint space-time geometry are not just separated in space, but also in time, right? Some events may occur at the same place, like me coming to sit in my chair now and going somewhere later, coming back to sit again some time later. It happens in the same place but at different times, so these two ‘events’ have two different coordinates, this time denoted by (t1, x1, y1, z1) and (t2, x2, y2, z2).

When one tries to put in time into the geometry, one needs something different. Such geometry was devised by the Russian mathematician/physicist Minkowski. But when geometry changes, so does the concept of how to measure distances! I mean, you wouldn’t use the same formula for distance in a plane and on the surface of a big ball, would you? (Just trust me, you wouldn’t.) Adding this weird coordinate of time reaaaally screws our usual concept of distance, and we need that Minkowski matrix above! All that it means is, when I’m considering space-time as a continuum and then measuring the separation of ‘events’, I will still use squares of differences like in my daily Euclidean geometry (because there are 1′s on the diagonal of the matrix), but instead of simply adding all those differences, some have to be subtracted.

Coming back to the screencap, there is another thing on that list: Maxwell’s equations of electromagnetism. (To be precise, we see 2 out of 4 of Maxwell’s equations.) They basically tell you how light is nothing but an electromagnetic wave, and how it behaves.

Now what the fuck does this have to do with that scrap of list?

I think, and maybe I am over-reading here, the idea of the matrix + Maxwell’s equations is that like in the movie Frequency, due to some weird electromagnetic storm or other such unseen-by-us-free-to-use-our-imagination event, space-time continuum was warped, and two time streams crossed. One paralleling and aiding the other. So it wasn’t just the drug induced dream of modern Sherlock, but also a dreamscape of Victorian Holmes, where both delved deep inside, and connected with each other, paralleling and aiding each other.

Why We Should Listen to Ezra!

New clues and theory alert! So, we all know that Ezra was spying on the girls for the longest time, gathering informations, folders, notebooks and at some point Aria discovers all of this and ends up reading a lot of his notes. I decided to screen shot many of those pages and let me tell you, there’s some interesting stuff in there. Now, the show explains (and at this point we all think Ali is dead) that Ezra believed that one of the girls were involved with whatever happened that night. And for the most part, after the girls discover all this information, they do nothing about it and Ezra’s knowledge is never put to good use. Well, I am here to say that we should be listening to Ezra, because he makes some pretty valid points and honestly, I think he was on to something. 

Personally, I think there has to be a reason why he chose to approach Aria out of all the other girls. As we’ve seen both Spencer and Hanna have been into older guys, but he chooses to befriend Aria and while I don’t necessarily think she’s A, I feel like there’s more going on with her than we know. 

In episode 4X22 the girls are together discussing Ezra and everything he did, including the book he had been writing. See, I love the opening scene of this episode because it raises some important questions and clues. 

Let’s begin. Spencer asks Aria if she read the book, but she responds that she only read a few pages. 

Aria goes on to explain that Ezra knew who she was and who they all were when she met him. The girls exclaim that he must know about A or must be A, or must have had something to do with Alison’s murder. While Aria explains that he probably didn’t because his whole book is about trying to discover who the murderer is. 

When Spencer asks Aria what Ezra’s theory was, Aria explains that he believes one of the four girls had something to do with it. The girls go on the defensive, but Aria even more so. Spencer demands to know who he thinks hurt Alison, while Aria says she never asked because she knew it wasn’t true. 

Alrighty, we’re all caught up so far. So tell me, isn’t it interesting that while Aria has the opportunity to check who he thinks is Ali’s murderer (and he has literally been watching these girls for “years” as she put it) she does not check because she thinks ‘it’s not true.’ Honestly, that seems like a bogus excuse. Which leads me to the conclusion that Aria actually knows more about that night than she would actually like to and she is not telling the girls. Because Ezra, my friends, was on the right track. 

You see there are two different story lies that will be explained by the end of this show. What the hell happened 'that night’ and who and why A is! While I don’t think Ezra knew who A was or is, I do believe he had discovered a great deal in terms of the girls and that night. Which leads me to my next observation:

When Aria goes through all of Ezra’s things in 4X22, she comes across a notebook that specifically has information, details and facts about her life. The camera pans through these quickly but let’s look at these pages one by one!

So, these are the facts that Ezra has on Aria. She’s independent, artistic and in some ways the odd ball. Now here’s something that caught my eye! 3 YEARS IN ICELAND…wait WHAT?! There was one year between Ali’s disappearance and the show’s beginning. Aria says she just came back from Iceland. So we assume she’s been gone for 1 year. Where did Ezra get 3 years from?!!!! 

If we continue reading we see that he states that she tends to be interested in older guys (which older guys?) and tends to carry on multiple relationships at the same time. That’s weird. 

But the background information continues in the next page!

Ahh so some information about “that night.” Finally! So the girls do go look for Alison. It’s interesting that he states “A FEW YEARS GO BY - GROUP SPLITS UP.” Once again, I thought they were only separated for one year (????). But Ezra says differently. After Ali has apparently gone missing, a few years go by. What?! 

In the next page, Ezra explains that a possible motive for revenge on Ali would be the Jenna Thing. He suggests a boyfriend of Jenna’s or Toby. But unlike his other notes, these notes make sense on the timeline. The Jenna thing happened before Ali disappeared and thus, his timeline does not seem to be wrong. So what’s going on here?

Now, Ezra is kind of like one of us: a theorist! Lol. And just like us, he has his eye on Jason. Supposedly drunk the night of Ali’s disappearance but also had so many pictures of Aria. You said it Ezra, creepy! (I know, Ezra was kinda doing the same thing lol)

It’s clear through his notes on Jason, and even Caleb below, that Ezra really did have his eye on everything and he knew how Jenna was observing the girls and what talents Caleb possessed. If you look closely you can see he writes, “Whether or not Caleb’s working with Jenna, his technical skills could come [in handy].” Is it possible that Caleb might have helped Ezra with his computer watching and hacking plans? 

Ezra! Why are you so smart? He knew, unlike the girls, that Mona was not A and he also knew that a new A had emerged. He knew there was a “new A.”

In the last of the pages we get to see, we see that he describes a close call with the girls and that Aria does not suspect a thing. 

See, these are all clues and facts about Aria and that night and Rosewood never get discovered. Why? Because besides Ezra who wrote all of this, Aria never tells the girls what she reads. She just brushes it off. And then, after reading all of this she destroys Ezra’s apartment. You could say, it makes sense that she destroys everything because she was betrayed but it almost seems that reading everything caused her to have a panic attack. 

After looking through all of Ezra’s notes, I realized that what he had been writing was not silly nonsense. He was really trying to piece together what happened that night but the show never mentions his books again and thus we forget. But I think he chose to approach Aria because he knew she knew something, more so than the other girls. I think that the person he suspected of killing Alison was Aria. 

At the end of the episode, A is reading Ezra’s chapter that Aria dropped. You can see it below and it’s actually AMAZINGLY INTERESTING. I’ll transcribe it, in case you can’t read it. It reads:

“Danger. That was Alison. Alison was different. She’d walk into a room and the room would take note and if heads didn’t turn, they were bound to roll.

She was heaven in hell. A chilling inferno. Deliciously wicked, when standing with saints. Hopelessly innocent yet laughing with sin. The capability to touch you as softly as only a child could, shaded by the power to drive you to fury filled by the wrath of a vengeful old man. No shock that she’s lost… not a wonder she’s gone. Less that she’s talked about long after her day. She’d make you laugh but rather you cry. And believe me…you would. But only in time… and always on hers. As lovable they come and as cruel as the world’s ever known.

Perhaps Aria knows best. She was the first to reveal herself to me. Or perhaps I was the one to reveal myself to her. The setting as ironic as the meeting itself, but there she sat, in the same stool as her friend, a year after her disappearance. She hadn’t a clue, as she sat their unmoved, pretending to be someone else… beyond her years. Something I couldn’t help but think she’d learned from Alison.”

Wow wow wow. That last paragraph really got to me. Because I always saw Aria as so independent, I guess I never realized the similarities she had with Alison. How she seems so much older than her years and how she pretends, just like Alison did when she first met Ezra. If that’s not some amazing insight, i don’t know what is. 

All I can say is, is that all of Ezra’s notes and writings show how much detail there is behind each and every character and how there is so much we actually don’t know about the characters. I can’t wait to see if Iceland will be explained in the future!

That’s it for now :) but please let me know, did you find anything I missed in these pages and Aria’s behavior?! 

What did you find interesting about Ezra’s notes, clues, and writing?