black is the color of my voice

I Don’t Think Jacob’s Captors Let Him Go By Accident

by reddit user nowwegotcha

Jacob became one popular dude during my sophomore year of high school, two years ago. In the middle of the year, he just showed up. His family had moved him away from their old home, but his reputation somehow got loose in the hallways.

At the age of twelve, Jacob had been kidnapped from his home in the middle of the night. His parents had been apparently drugged by an unknown person, and their son had been stolen. No one even called the police until the parents woke up. No witnesses, fingerprints, ransom notes, nothing.

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“European standards of beauty are something that plague the entire world-the idea that darker skin is not beautiful, that light skin is the key to success and love. Africa is no exception. When I was in the second grade, one of my teachers said, ‘Where are you going to find a husband? How are you going to find someone darker than you?’ I was mortified. I remember seeing a commercial where a woman goes for an interview and doesn’t get the job. Then she puts a cream on her face to lighten her skin, and she gets the job! This is the message: that dark skin is unacceptable. I definitely wasn’t hearing this from my immediate family-my mother never said anything to that effect-but the voices from the television are usually much louder than the voices of your parents.“

I'm so tired - A Black Girls Ode

I’m tired of the stereotypes
Black girls are
“Loud”
“Angry”
“Violent”
“Too dark”
“Ugly”
“Not desirable”
“Inferior”

I’m tired of the hair hate
“Nappy”
“Crunchy”
“Dry”
“Short”
“Afro”
“Natural”
“Braids”
“Weaves”
“Wannabe white”

I’m tired of the skin hate
“#TeamLightSkin”
“#TeamDarkSkin”
Like we’re on opposing teams…

I’m tired of the hate for liking out of race
“Black guys”(Who sometimes don’t even want us)
“White guys”
“Asian guys”
“Hispanic guys”
ANY GUY
And forever wondering if said guy will even like us back

I’m tired of being told I can’t be
“Nerdy”
“Quiet”
“Shy”
“ A geek”
“A nerdy”
“A gamer”
“Good at school”
“A princess”
“Or a Queen”

Or can’t have
“A stable family”
“Good grades”
“Drama free love life”
“Normalcy of any sort”

Or I can’t like
“Comic books”
“Reading”
“Video games”
“Indie music”
“Pop music”
“Rock music”
Anything other than Rap/R&B

I’m tired of the names and things said
“Oreo”
“Sassy”
“Fake”
“Uppity”
“Ghetto”
“White girl in a black girls body”
“I don’t date black girls”
“You’re pretty for a black girl”
“You talk/act white”
“You’re not like the rest”
“I like chocolate”
“You’re my Nubian princess” (Like we are food or a prize to be won)

I’m so tired
…. Of constantly trying to prove myself
….. Always explaining myself
….. Trying to keep my voice down
….. Being too dark
…… Or too light
…… Steering away from stereotypes
….. Being treated like less than
….. “No I don’t have kids” “Nit currently or planning to be pregnant”
….. “No you cannot touch my hair”
….. Yes I live with both my mom and dad
…… “Nubian princess”
….. Keeping my hands to myself in a store so I don’t get accused of stealing
…… Social media and News representation
…… Being a fetish
…… Being wary of cops when I’ve done nothing wrong
…… Knuckling under
…… Black on black hate
……. EVERY THING ELSE

I’m so tired of fighting

My skin color and hair does not, has not, and will not ever represent me.
I am in touch with my black and Haitian roots but none of it defines me unless I say it does.
No matter I do or say people will still see me that way. I’m so tired of people not even seeing who I am but what they perceive me to be solely based on my skin.

I’m so very tired, BUT, too many people (men, women, and people of every race) have fought too long, prayed too hard, and died too often for us to GIVE UP because we’re TIRED! No, this is when we push even harder, because if we’re tired so are they, but now we have one foot in the door ^3^

it’s a good thing.

Originally posted by romanceapocalyptic

(billy hargrove x female reader)

summary: billy hargrove knows that soulmates are bullshit. especially when he meets you, because you’re not his soulmate. and that really sucks, because billy is kind of going insane.

word count: 3, 551

a/n: this is set roughly to mindset by every avenue. this would have been done earlier but my dad kept asking me what i was typing and there was no way in hell i was gonna say that i was writing a soulmate au featuring a hot guy with a mullet. BUT HAPPY NEW YEAR’S EVERYONE! i hope that it’s wonderful and great and that we all kick 2018′s ass! 


It wasn’t that Billy hated the song, but if he had to see the words i bless the rains down in africa one more time on his hip, he was going to scream. It wasn’t like he went looking for it, but anytime he was changing, he’d glance down. More often than not, some song lyric would be scrawled in black. It etched across his skin in a feminine sort of chicken scratch, one that made him embarrassed in the locker room.

He walked over to his bedroom mirror, teeth gnawing at his lower lip as he regarded himself. He still needed to get dressed and grab a bite to eat before school, but there was time to stall. Not long, though. His fingers itched to tug the hem of his boxers down just a little, but he was faltering.

“Anything but Toto,” he mumbled under his breath. He hesitated for a second longer before jerking the fabric down. The black ink was stark against the tan of his skin.

who you gonna call

“Jesus, you’ve got shit taste in music,” he said, shaking his head. He allowed himself the smallest of grins, that familiar flicker of warmth darting through his chest. It only lasted a second, that brief allowance of hope. It was squashed after that, Billy hardening himself against it.

Soulmates were bullshit. Utter bullshit.

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Today I asked @ufficiosulretro why her Gabe always had red underwear and she dared me to write a ficlet about it. 

So this is it, my love letter to Irene’s red briefs and converse.


“What’s up with you and red briefs?”


Jack blamed the grueling regimen of the Soldier Enhancement Program for how his mouth just decided to go ahead and make a fool out of him.,


“Staring at my ass, farm boy?” His roommate was a couple of years older than him, ridiculously handsome and top of the class. Every class. It didn’t really matter, Gabriel Reyes seemed capable to do just about everything. Jack was both intimidated and wildly turned on.

No!I just,” He flushed to the roots of his hair “They’re all red? And it’s really weird? Wait, I didn’t mean…not that you’re weird or anything, it’s just peculiar, it stands out. Not your ass, the color.”


The ass too.


Jack tried to stop his hands, what did people normally do with their hands? Gabriel arched one eyebrow and erupted in genuine laughter, he felt like an idiot.


“”You were just joking.”


“You got to relax, John.”


“Umh, it’s…Jack, actually. I go by Jack. John’s my dad.”


“Well, Jack…” His voice was so smooth. “ I buy my underwear in stock ‘cause it’s cheaper, those five pair, ten dollars kinda of deal, you know? And they are all the same color because I’m shit at laundry.” He jumped a bit wiggling into his pajama pants, Jack couldn’t fight a smile


“So you are human, after all.”


Gabriel tilted his head “What? ”


Jack hurried to turn the attention away from his hero worship  “Why red though?” He asked perhaps louder than strictly necessary. “All black or white would be easier to wash.”


“It’s my favorite color, give me a break.”


They both got into their respective bunks. This was nice, Jack thought, getting to know each other. Becoming friends. They certainly would need one in the shit show that S.E.P promised to be.


“You could always learn how to separate whites and colors.” He teased, Gabriel went very quiet, and Jack wondered if he stepped over some kind of new friendship line until he chuckled and replied with a:


“You could always admit you were staring at my ass.”


Jack didn’t admit it, even though it was true. Not then, anyway.


Eight months later, he gave Gabe a pair of red converse for his birthday, Gabriel tried to mock him for being “a huge dork who remembers stuff like someone’s favorite color, you’ll make me develop a complex.” But he really liked them, Jack could tell.


“Gabe, I love you, but with the number of times you made all my stuff pink with your briefs in my laundry I couldn’t forget it if I tried.” He said absentmindedly.


“You what, now?”


And that’s the story of how Jack Morrison told Gabriel Reyes “I love you” for the first time. (Without even noticing.)

2

Prop Hunt

Mark, Jack, Bob, and Wade

You watch with delight. You missed Prop Hunt. Everything is going as normal, laughter and jokes flying back and forth until something goes wrong with Jack and Mark’s facecams.

“Hey uh… guys, I think my camera’s dying.” 

“Same. Weird. I’ll be right…”


g̢͉̟̟ͥ̌̒ͦ̃ͣl̨͍͖̬͉̣̮ͮ̾͝t̬̪̪̯͈̉̊ͬͭï̙͍̳̩̎̏̒ͭ̇ͯ͝c̶͔̫͚̹̹̲̯̃̋̓͠h̸̯̭̜̖ͬ͌͊


Another face appearing in Mark’s facecam, taunting smirk overlaying a clueless Mark, Jack disappearing in a cloud of static only to reappear in.. Wade’s? But no, that’s not Jack… Bob frozen, picture distorted, Wade is GONE.

The screen goes black. You sit in shock. 

The screen suddenly explodes with color and movement, voices through your headphones making you jump.

“TrUCe… R͕͉͎̬̭̰̞̓͝͞ẽ̞̥̹̼̟̾̒͊̀v̫̞̪̲̂ͬͤ͋ͪ̚͘ͅe̹̺̟͍͈̳̽ͨ̊̈́ͣ̍͐̂̒n̸̛̺̖̝͍̝̠ͭ̿̋͌ͣ̚g̢̳̠̘̠̦ͧͮ̕͜e͓̺̿̆̍̊̾̽̈́ͬ̉̀… L̓͊҉͓̼͎̻̖Et’s pl͈̰̯̪̠̖ͧͯ͠ͅaͬ҉͘҉̞̤̝̥̜ͅY.”



Based off a text submission by @markiplitessepticeyes to @markiplierswhatifs. Inspired by a few of @markired‘s wonderful gifs. 

Holy. Shit. This edit consumed my brain. I’ve spent the last 3 days working on it, at all hours, and even had multiple dreams about working on it long after I want to sleep. 

Also, excuse my questionable writing. I wanted this to be a gif but then I thought how cool it would be as a video edit. But after staring at Premiere Pro for about 5 hours, I fled back to the safety of Photoshop and made what you see now. A tiny bit of written narrative to make up for what’s missing with visual cues.

(Gifs take from: S̺͍͉͔͉̞̪Ḁ̸̰̮͝Y̶̪ ̳͇̭͍̥̭͉ͅG̕҉̡̦̲O̤̫͖͎̗͜͞ͅÒ̴̬̠̺̪̥͉̳͉̥͝D̨̺̦̯͙͙͔̯͚͠B̸̬̻̝͉͍̻̀͝Y҉̫̝̖̹̝̠͠E̲̩͟͝ͅ,  HORROR. and THE MYSTERIOUS SCREAMING TRASH CAN ¦ Prop Hunt #41)

Don't Care if it Hurts:pt.2

(Dog hybrid! + Gaurd dog!Jimin x Reader) (ft.olderBrother! + Mafia boss!Namjoon)

Part 1  Part 3 Part 4

Summary: After a rival gang makes an attempt on your life, Your older brother, the infamous leader of Seoul’s largest gang; Kim Namjoon gets you a guard hybrid; Park Jimin, The reigning champion of Seoul’s underground hybrid fighting ring.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Warnings/tags: Past abuse, Blood, Mafia!reader, Mafia!Namjoon, Older brother!Namjoon, DogHybrid!Jimin, fighting, slow burn, general angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, eventual smut.

Wordcount: 6.1k

A/N: I probably could have split this into two parts but I didn’t want to leave you hanging after the Jimin/Jungkook fight scene. This part was particularly hard to write because I knew where I wanted to be by part 3 but not how to get there. I know it’s not as good as part one but  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

Song to play during this chapter: House of cards~

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Jimin and his new master arrive at the compound inside of the hour.  On the front gate (guarded by 3 guards- probably armed) hung a golden sign; Serendipity Gardens. Jimin felt his eyes widen as they pulled through the gate and into a wide circle, a fountain spitting water in the center.

The place was emptier than a graveyard. There where no children playing in the park. Not a person was walking in the gardens and not a soul on any of the balconies of the two upscale apartment complexes or the smaller but no less grand private residences. 

The car pulled left and into an underground parking garage. Other sleek cars were parked here. Namjoon didn’t wait for the driver to open his door when they stopped, and Jimin scuttled after him careful not to fall behind.

In the space that should have been parking, rooms had been erected- some with clear dividers and others out of plain brick. A safe was tucked into the wall as people walked this way and that; some carting crates off to storerooms.  

Everywhere there were cameras. Every door had a key card and every person was armed in some way. Revolvers where Tucked into waistbands, or in holsters on their sides, and machine guns where slung casually over shoulders as a man cleaned dirt out from under his fingernails with a switchblade. 

People nodded or cast his master greetings some even bowing. Jimin cast his gaze to his master scanning him for any budges- it didn’t look like he was armed- but Jimin was beginning to think that his new master wasn’t the kind of man who ever gave secrets away for free. 

He stopped for no one- even as they made their way down a set of stairs almost running into a group of people who were attempting to carry a large box up the flight of stares. 

“Take the fucking ramp it will be easier you idiots.” Monster growled. The youths almost dropped the box. Yes, boss, they muttered shaking in their boots. they all Scattered the second they both had passed. 

The training room on the third floor stank with the smell of sweat and blood just like his old one, Jimin’s sensitive nose stung. Blue mats where tossed on the floor while a makeshift platform with a circle made a ring in the center, while exercise equipment was pushed against a wall.

Around 20 people were clustered around the ring- watching a fight that Jimin could tell would be over in seconds. Most of them turned to bow to his master. Some of their eyes landed on Jimin- and flashed up quickly to his ears, which twitched anxiously whenever he caught someone staring. Hybrids where a common thing- most people had either met one or seen one, but most people had never seen a hybrid that looked like Jimin. Eventually, their gazes returned to the fighting ring and the two battling it out in the center. 

The mint haired man hit the floor with a final thud and did not get up. he groaned “Kook it’s a fucking Sunday- can’t you just go easy on me one time.“ 

His opponent, Kook; a boy that was both buffer and younger than Jimin smirked. “Ain’t no rest for the wicked Yoongi.” Jimin watched curiously as Kook held out a hand to Yoongi- why would he help his opponent up- it was something Jimin had never seen done.

Yoongi snorted, “Whoever said that obviously hadn’t met me Jungkook.” Yoongi slapped his offered hand away.  

“I’m just going to sleep here- wake me up if the boss shows up.” his master cleared his throat. Jimin had never seen someone get up fast as Yoongi; who snapped to attention. Namjoon merely leveled him with a slight smirk.
“You know the rules Yoongi- everyone trains.” 

“You know I’m more deadly at long distances boss.” Namjoon jumped onto the platform, and Jimin followed carefully, he felt the eyes of the assembled gangsters slowly shifting to him- the newcomer, their master’s shadow. Jimin’s black ears twitched, and his tail swished back and forth. he could sense eyes on them- and on the blood that still stained his knuckles. But no one asked his master who he was. 

Namjoon jerked his head, and Yoongi made to get off the platform, Jungkook, however, stayed put. Namjoon’s eyes flicker to Jimin and before he could ask- Jimin entered the ring with a sick feeling curling in his stomach. 

“Who’s this?” Jungkook asks, his eyes flicker to Jimin’s tail and ears. 

“Y/n’s new guard dog- but I want to see if he’s a good fit before I give her too him.” Jimin bristled. Was the fight from last night not enough to convince him that he could fight? He was good- and though he could tell by the way Jungkook moved that he knew how to handle himself, Jimin was better. He could tell by just looking at the way he placed his feet. His master’s eyes flickered to Jimin.

“You know what to do.” He said, and Jimin turned.

Jimin had Jungkook pinned in under a minute- though the young man was obviously skilled- he had never gone up against a hybrid before. People usually underestimated his strength, but his speed was Jungkook’s downfall. Jimin could smell Jungkook’s fury underneath his fingers. Jimin raised a fist- intent on knocking him out and ending the fight.  

“Stop,” Namjoon commanded, every inch of Jimin’s body froze, and surprisingly Jungkook stopped too. “Stand and face me.” He commanded Jimin did as he asked. 

Shock colored every face around the ring as Jimin turned to face his new master, dread filling up his stomach. His master appraised him with a new eye, slightly amused- but mostly pleased. “Do you know why I just had you do that?” Namjoon asks Jimin. 

Jimin could feel every pair of eyes on him and while he’d never been uncomfortable with someone’s eyes on him before- this somehow felt more intimate. 

“Because you needed to know if I would hurt a human.” As a hybrid- Jimin’s DNA was programmed to be obedient- to be pliant and not harm his human master- or any human master. The instinctual aversion was something that had been trained out of him by his previous masters again and again until it didn’t matter what species his opponent was.

“Smart and strong- what other surprises do you have?” Namjoon says, not looking for an answer.  His master turned and left the ring. Jimin scrambled to follow. Behind him, he heard the others rumble- the quiet hum of conversation. “Who’s that?” Yoongi asked Jungkook.  Jimin could feel the man’s eyes on him as he trailed away. “Trouble, I think.”

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All of a sudden, out of the middle of the trees in front of us, a thin, high, trembling voice struck up the well-known air and words: “Fifteen men on the Dead Man’s Chest Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!” I never have seen men more dreadfully affected than the pirates. The color went from their six faces like enchantment; some leaped to their feet, some clawed hold of others, Morgan groveled on the ground. “It’s Flint, by –!”

Of Sunsets and Tattoos

Originally posted by garisanee

Character(s): Reader X Changkyun

Genre: smut, pwp

Warning(s): praise!kink, pierced!chankgyun (is that a warning?), tatted!changkyun, breathplay, semipubluc sex

Length: 7k

Summary: In which you go to get a piercing and find that it isn’t so scary when you’re piercer is a cute boy with lots of tattoos


Friends are useless. 

You understand the truth behind these words when Minhyuk and Kihyun corner you after work an unsuspecting Tuesday afternoon, smiles much too wide to mean anything good.

“So,” Kihyun begins, inspecting his fingernails with a smirk, “Remember last Thursday when you said I’d be too much of a wimp to ever get a piercing?”

You roll your eyes, pushing him back a little bit with a shove. “That’s because you are a wim–”

“False!” Minhyuk interrupts, eyes glinting. “He is no longer Yoo Kihyun, wimp extraordinaire–”

“I resent that!” Kihyun interrupts, voice indignant.

“–but rather, Yoo Kihyun, hardcore, punk rocker with an ear piercing.”

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The Serpent And The Cheerleader| Sweet Pea x Reader

Pairing- Sweet Pea x Reader

Warnings: Some Swearing But Not That Bad Also light angst but major fluff though like marshmallow level. 

Genre: Slight Angst And Major Fluff

Fandom: Riverdale

Summary: Reader And Sweet Pea Have A Secret Relationship, The Reader Being From The North Side, While he’s a South Sider. And to top it off, Shes A Cheerleader And He’s A Serpent, Both From Totally Different Worlds. After A Long Stressful practice for the River Vixens, Reader goes home where she learns that her relationship..Might not stay hidden. As emotions come crashing down on her, she calls her favourite Serpent and has a heart to heart.

Parts: Two

Authors Note: Should this get a part two? I’m not quite sure honestly, Maybe if this gets support i’ll write up a part two? Also this isn’t the best and I apologize. Quick note as well, I Head cannon that Sweet Pea is a total softie for whoever he is dating. I will take this to my grave and fight anyone. Also my requests are open.

-The (L/N) family, a family known throughout the town of Riverdale. The Mother and Father of the family being high school sweethearts that ended up tying the knot. Not only that, but they were highly respected in the community due to them having ties with publishers and business men. But like any other family in Riverdale, They weren’t the perfect family they were thought to be behind doors. But this story isn’t about the parent’s. Its about their River Vixen Gem of a daughter, (Y/N) (L/N).


A deep sigh left my body as I made my way through the crowded hallways, attempting to get home quickly. Practice for the River Vixens had ended early due to the paranoia from the recent events by someone called the black hood. I must have spaced out, because I was brought back to reality by the red haired bombshell, Cheryl Blossom.

“Did you even hear me? Ugh, Anyways I said practice is tomorrow at the same time.” she said to me as she walked beside me, still clad in her uniform as I was as well. I gave a meek nod to her as we went out the door’s of the school and into the cold. The red head came to a pause, turning to me and giving me a small kiss on the cheek and a small hug. “I’ll text you later stay safe, see you tomorrow dearie.” she said as she walked away quickly, leaving me alone.

After a twenty minute walk, I made it home. I quickly scaled the steps and went into my house. I was met with a sight that made me take a shaky deep breath. There sat my mother with her arms crossed, in front of her on the table laid a pile of clothes that obviously weren’t apart of my wardrobe as I wore lighter colors while the clothing was mostly black. She gave me a look as she raised an eyebrow while leaning forward.

“What are these?” Her shrill voice rang out through the room. I felt myself begin to sweat with anxiety, as I took a deep breath. “Oh..those are some friend’s clothes that they let me borrow. I’ve been meaning to return them, it completely slipped my mind.” I gave a fake smile towards my mother as I tightened my grip on my backpack strap. Her gaze turned cold as she stood up, grabbing the pile of clothes.

She quickly walked forward, slamming the pile into my chest as I fumbled to catch it. “Dinner is an hour. Your father will be joining us.” Was all she said as she brushed past me and went into the kitchen. I stood there for a few seconds frozen, before stiffly making my way upstairs towards my bedroom.

I quickly scaled the steps and went into my bedroom, making sure to close it behind me. I changed out of uniform and into a sweater and leggings, Making sure to hang up my uniform. I tossed the pile of clothing that my mother had found into my laundry bin, making sure to hide it along with some of my own laundry.

I sat down on my bed as I fished my phone out of my backpack. I quickly unlocked it and scrolled through my contacts until I found a certain one, I paused for a second before dialing and holding my phone to my ear. I listened as the line buzzed, waiting for the person on the other side to pick up. A click was heard before someone spoke up, “Hello?”

I felt my heart speed up as my emotions started to pour out, “Sweet Pea, My mom I think she knows. What if my dad knows?” I Choked out, feeling tears fill my eyes. I heard the male on the line mumble a few swears before giving a sigh “Calm down babe..its gonna be alright, trust me. Take a deep breath and tell me what make’s you think she knows.”

Just hearing his voice seemed to calm my nerves as I took a deep breath, like instructed. “Well for starters, while I was at school she went through my room! shes always been obsessive over my life but shes never went this far. She must have dug deep because she found some clothes that you left here. She ambushed me when I got home.” I said, my voice shaking. “What did you tell her?” He softly asked me. “I told her that the clothes were just some a friend let me borrow.” I whispered out.

It was quiet on the line for a few seconds. “what will happen if your parent’s find out? You always avoid telling me every time I ask. I Know they wont be pleased but tell me what would they do?” Sweet Pea’s Voice was firm and clear, even on the phone he seemed intimidating but I felt comforted by his voice rather than scared or shaken.

“They’ll try to keep us apart, hell they might even try to send me away. They’ll either be ashamed and try to hide our relationship or they’ll tell the entire town. They’ll definitely try to make me ashamed to be seen with you but that will never happen. I love you and rather be with you than some asshole Jock from my school with an over obsessed personality.” I whispered the final part, fearing someone might be listening in.

I heard the male on the line give a small chuckle, making my heartbeat begin to race and my face become warm. “And I love you to Princess, despite what anyone says and whatever happens.” A comforting silence filled the line after he said this. “Can I still come over tonight to crash?”

I let out a small laugh “Your always welcomed. I enjoy your company and having someone to rant to that actually listens.” The male gave a small hum, clearing his throat. “I’ll come over at like eight or nine, please don’t leave me in the cold like last Saturday.”

A fake offended gasp leaves me “You didn’t knock on my window or anything. Or even text me. How was I supposed to know that you were outside?” He clicks his tongue “Well I don’t know..this is just a suggestion, Maybe look out the window sometimes?”

I fall into a fit of giggles, the male on the line giving a small laugh as well. “Shit, Baby I have to go. I would love to talk more but duty calls.” By his tone, he sounds disappointed. “that’s fine sweets, I love you stay safe.” I softly say, feeling my face become hot once more despite saying this multiple times. “Love you to, see you later tonight” A click rang out, notifying me that he had hung up.

I held my phone to my chest, waiting for my face to cool down. Despite being in a relationship with the male for three months, Still the smallest things made me flustered. Once my face cooled down and the butterflies in my stomach disappeared, I tossed my phone onto my bed and stretched.

My door was thrown open, My mother standing there with a sour expression stitched onto her face. “Dinner’s Ready. Your father is waiting downstairs.” she sharply said as she swiftly turned around and went storming down the stairs. I took a deep breath before leaving my room and going downstairs into the dinning room.

There sat my mother at one end of the table and at the other my father, who wore a more blank expression unlike my mother who looked ready to smash something. The table was set with plates and silverware along with Dinner, Pasta and salad with bread sticks. My father made a small hand motion. “Take a seat, we need to talk about a few things.” I felt my stomach drop and fear imprison me once more as my fathers voice rang out through the dinning room.

His Voice Was Sharp And Held Tones Of Anger 

anonymous asked:

Hey :). I'm new to the fandom, and I was wondering if you could recommend some Thor/Loki fics, perhaps the more popular ones? Thanks lovely!

HELLO.  :D  This is a perfect excuse for what I’ve been meaning to do!  If you’re new to fandom, I imagine it’s pretty hard to navigate your way through all the massive backlog the fandom has–there are SO MANY brilliant fics in this fandom and I would love to shove every single one of them at people, but I’m going to limit myself to my Five Ten Fics I Would Recommend To Any New Fans, that this is a list specifically for ones I think would be good at luring new people in and cementing them here with us or else for more casual fans who might just have a passing itch they want to scratch, rather than a deep dive!

No Such Liberty by Xparrot, thor & loki + other asgardians + avengers + thanos, action fic, redemption fic, 147k
   Thor takes Loki back to Asgard in chains, but this does not mean that the god of mischief’s schemes are ended, or that Thor has or ever will give up on his brother. But when Thanos threatens the realm to claim his lost prizes, on which side will Loki fall?
  It’s very easy to read Thorki into this fic–the author is very much a shipper and Thorki is their OTP–so I’m recommending it despite that it’s a genfic, but more importantly it’s brilliant Thor and Loki characterization, it’s brilliant worldbuilding, and the emotional moments made me cry like three separate times.  This fic spoiled me for Thor fic in the fandom, but it’s absolutely and utterly worth it.

Bedding the Wolf by leonidaslion, thor/loki + implied background thor/sif, NSFW, hard dub-con, 13.4k
   If Sif thinks she’s going to get away with wedding Loki’s idiot brother, then she’s sorely mistaken…   OR  Thor is smarter than Loki thinks he is.
  This is one of the first NSFW Thorki fics I ever read and it set the tone for me in fandom, where Loki thinks he’s this genius manipulator, but is not actually as smart as he thinks he is and Thor knows that he needs a heavy hand to deal with him.  It’s more dub-con than some might prefer, but if you’re all right with that, it’s one I return to again and again to reread.

My Love Is Like To Ice, And I To Fire by amberfox17, thor/loki, NSFW, jotunn!loki, intersex!loki, 9k
   Post-Avengers, Thor brings Loki to face Odin’s decree: he is stripped of his magic and confined to the palace but his true punishment is to be disowned and forced into his jotun form. Thor begins the slow process of trying to repair his relationship with Loki, and along the way discovers five new things about the jotun and one about himself.
  Anything by Amber is absolutely worth reading (I also love this one and this one and Wild Ambition Fortune’s Ice Prefers is a massive AU fic with incredible worldbuilding for Jotunheim and a complicated relationship between them), but I think this one is a great first place to start.  Amber writes brilliantly and choosing one is impossible (seriously, just fling yourself at all their fics!) but if I had to, I’m picking this one because it has a special place in my heart.

Covenant by RobotSquid, thor/loki + others, NSFW, intersex!loki, dealing-with-being-jotunn!loki, 72.9k
  Frost Giants are ugly, cruel, and malicious creatures. Thor has always known this to be true. So then how can Loki, his beloved little brother, be one of them?
  I’m biased because this was a birthday present for me, except, no, shit, it’s legitimately one of the best fics I’ve read in the fandom!  It’s a Loki-focused piece, but all the characters around him are well characterized, Thor is spot on in the background and when he’s with Loki, and it does a gorgeous job of worldbuilding for Jotunheim and the growing relationship between the two characters.  This fic saved me at a time when I was feeling burnt out on the fandom and single-handedly revived me, so it’s a forever fave for me.

Shadow Plays by dreamlittleyo, thor/loki, NSFW, time loop, dub con, 24.4k
   In which Thor lives a single day more times than he can count, and Loki doesn’t know how to fix it.
  dreamlittleyo is one of the authors that was writing early on in the fandom and they’re classics, so I have a ton of nostalgia for them and Shadow Plays is one of the first that I read that gave me so much of what I wanted, strong Thor characterization, messy and manipulative Loki, Thor seeing through that, and a rough edge to them with hope for something better.

If You Built Yourself a Myth by cavaleira, thor/loki, NSFW, 27k
   A magical artifact causes Thor’s elemental powers to backfire and overload him, leaving him comatose and barely holding on as the power consumes him. Loki is the only one who can stop it, by going inside Thor’s mind and helping him master the power once more. Loki must find his way through Thor’s memories in a desperate bid to find the real Thor amongst the chaos before it’s too late.
  cavaleira has written many good fics (I’m also still very much in love with the King!Thor/Prostitute!Jotunn!Loki AU!) but this one is my favorite, where Thor is put into a magical coma and Loki has to wade into it to save his brother and face up to what Thor really wants from him, that he can’t deny that Thor actually does love him.  And the ending is just absolutely perfect.

Miscellanies by karuvapatta, thor/loki, NSFW, various, 15.3k
  This is a repost of my tumblr ficlets, which are largely unrelated. Tags do not apply to every chapter.
  Honestly, I could not pick just one of karuvapatta’s fics, they’re ALL worth reading, but this collection has a ton of ones that I remember reading and falling in love with–they’re another author who clearly loves both characters, writes beautifully, and has that weight to the characters’ presence in a room that I love.

In the Grip of Grace by proantagonist, thor/loki & odin & frigga & avengers, NSFW, 90k
  When Loki learns the truth of his heritage, he quietly leaves Asgard behind. The search for the lost prince continues for nearly a year until Odin hires a professional tracker to find him, sending Thor along on the hunt to ensure Loki’s safe return. They locate him on Midgard, living on his own in a run down apartment—depressed, weakened, and trying very hard to disappear.
   While Bargaining is my very favorite of their work (I CRIED LIKE THREE TIMES READING THAT FIC, it’s a genfic and more about Loki and all his relationships, not just Thorki, so I’m picking this one instead.  proantagonist’s work is gorgeous, the kind that sweeps you up and engages you and is absolutely a must-read.

The Sound of Letting Go by Velvedere, thor/loki + background characters, mildly nsfw, 35k
   He was going to do it. Thor knew he was going to do it. He had seen that look before. That look echoed across a childhood of stolen nights and broken trespasses. Of dangers fought, revisited, and conquered. It was the look in Loki’s eyes when he’d made up his mind.
  I am ALWAYS AND FOREVER a sucker for “Thor jumps after Loki and everything changes” fic (Flowers on the Sand is another great one, though, there’s less of the kissing type of resolution, but still a lot of great worldbuilding!) and this one is great–where there’s other Realms and worlds and culture and plot, but also Thor trying to understand Loki, understand what happened while he was gone, and the slow burn of them finding their way back to each other.

Black is the color by cunninglingus, thor/loki, NSFW, heavy dub-con, intersex!loki, rough sex, pregnant!loki, manipulative loki, size kink, 53.3k
   “Have you not thought about what it would be like to mount me?” Loki goes on in that mercilessly sinful voice. “About what is between my legs, now that I am unable to work my glamour to disguise my malformation?”
  There’s a reason intersex!pregnant!Loki tropes have become super popular in fandom and it’s because so many of the fics are SO MUCH FUN and so sharp and hilarious in the right moments and hitting our ids at just the right places.  It has such a sharp and brittle and manipulative Loki, while also a good slow burn towards bringing him back around and also a whole lot of ridiculously hot sex.

I commissioned @clionadraws (again) to draw a scene from my VLD Allurance fic, and here is the beautiful finished product!

Title: searching for sparkles
Series: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Pairing: Allura/Lance
Word count: 4004
Summary: Allura just wants something sparkly. It’s not a date, Lance—but it’s exactly what she needed.
Notes: AO3 link. Also, I listened to a lot of Ellie Goulding while I wrote this, haha. 

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Midnight Memories // The Color Of My World Part Two [A Stiles Stilinski Soulmate AU]

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Relationships: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/Stiles Stilinski x OFC/Theo Raeken x Reader/Theo Raeken x OFC

Warnings: Making Out, A Smug Stiles Stilinski Talking About Sex, Swearing, Physical and Verbal Violence, Abusive Relationship, AND REALLY FUCKING ADORABLE STILES STILINSKI SERIOUSLY HE IS SUCH A CUTIE YOU’LL FALL IN LOVE WITH HIM ALL OVER AGAIN.

Word Count: 6,168  

Song: Kid In Love by Shawn Mendes (The lyrics are so spot on it’s actually kind of terrifying)

A/N: Thank you so much for loving part one y’all. Here’s part two that also ends with another cliffhanger because I’m addicted to making you guys go crazy lol

“Oh, shit.” Stiles gasped, letting go of me as I stood on my own.

The room remained full of life and color even though he was no longer touching me. My skin, however, felt lost without Stiles. His touch left a lingering burn in my body and I was already craving it again. I longed for someone I just met and, for some reason, it felt right.

“W-We’re-” I stuttered, my mind completely overwhelmed with what we just discovered.

“Soulmates.” He finished my sentence, his warm colored eyes piercing into mine.

Stiles Stilinski, the boy my boyfriend secretly despises, is my soulmate. It’s funny just how sadistic the universe really is.

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you use your legs to run from that heart of yours, you use those feelings to write poetry, you use those metaphors to hide something, you use that honesty to be yourself, you use a smile to stop the crying, you use those tears to color the ocean, you use your laughter to fill my lungs, you use your consistency for everyone, you use your life to color in between the lines, you use the loopholes to break the rules, you use those guidelines with a middle finger, you use that voice to sing with the pretty red and black birds, you use your kiss to empty fire into your soul, you use your heart as cupid’s pillow, you use those rug burns to avoid eye contact, you use your lips to taste the liquor that doesn’t lie, you use your body to dance with the drugs, you’re never really high if you’re always ready to die
—  but not tonight
wicked games [6]

Summary: A relationship’s survival is dependent on communication. What happens when you find out Tom’s only manner of communicating is nonexistent?

Pairing: CEO!Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Dry humping, substance abuse; minor violence; excessive use of the word ‘fuck’.

Word Count: 7,253 [I seriously can’t stop myself]

A/N: Oh. Did I forget to mention this series was a slow burn? || Dedicated to @stvharrington because this series and I would be nothing without her.

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Could we pause on this for a second …

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The look on Thomas’ face at first. Shock, disbelief and perhaps a bit of uncertainty at his own memory of James. For ten years, Flint had the painting of The Hamilton’s to remember Thomas’ face by. He had Miranda to talk to and keep that memory alive. He had the book Thomas had given him to hold on to. Thomas had none of those things. He had no photos or keepsakes, just his memories and no one to share them with. And memories fade over time despite how much we don’t want them to. You forget little things like facial features, the sound of a loved one’s voice, their laugh, the exact color of their eyes. Thomas must have been questioning for a moment if this was real or just someone who reminded him of James. Then he realizes it’s really him. And I’m crying forever.

A Real Prince Charming.

warnings: self-doubt.

pairings: prinxiety-romantic could also be read as platonic. and paltonic moxiety.

word count: 1,587

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Originally posted by sanderssides-fics

Virgil was never bothered by the black and white world he lived in. Many found their soulmates around the age of ten through thirteen. Seeing as Virgil was nearing his 25th birthday, far longer than normal to have met his other half, he had accepted that he just wasn’t meant to have a soulmate.

  Many pitied him, offering sympathies and condolences when the subject came up. Everyone thought that Virgil’s uncaring attitude towards solemates was just a facade, and that he was dying on the inside from being alone. Virgil always had rejected this, insisting he was fine.

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  Roman was a hopeless romantic from the day he was born. By age five he began to daydream about how or when he would meet his soulmate. He wanted something different than the others. He didn’t want the cliche story of meeting in class one day. But then, as everyone else found their partners and he didn’t, he began to regret that wish.

  On his fifteenth birthday he told his mother he gave up, he was fine with the monochrome life he lived. Even though he told everyone he was fine, he began to grow insecure at the thought that he didn’t have another half. His senior year, he joined drama and threw himself into it with a passion. If he couldn’t express his love to another, ten he could at least portray his feelings on stage.

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  “Patton, please! I don’t want to go.” Virgil complained loudly from his bed. Virgil had had a nice night planned. Pizza rolls for dinner, then hours of Netflix in his warm bed. He had been deciding between rewatching Parks and Rec or The Office when the older man showed up on his door step waving two tickets to the local theater production of Cinderella and demanded he go.

  “No” Virgil had said before turning and walking back to his room and crawling into bed.

  “Get up you’re going! You have to get out more if you ever want to find your special somebody.“ Patton was Virgil’s best friend since childhood, and the only one who hadn’t given up on finding Virgil’s soulmate yet.

  “You’re going to this play, Verge.” Patton said, his dad voice at full power.

  Virgil sighed knowing he couldn’t fight Patton. He would give in the second he gave him the puppy dog eyes. Sighing loudly again, more for effect than any actual protest, he stood from the bed and walked to the closet to change into something more suitable for being around other people. Patton clapped his hands in excitement, barely giving time for Virgil to get his shoes on before dragging the younger of the two out of the house.

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  Roman’s insecurities always made him a tad nervous before he performed, but tonight was so much worse. He was so nervous he was almost sick. His friend Logan took notice almost instantly.

  “Ro, you look like Snow White are you sure you’re fine?” he asked. Roman nodded.

  “I’m fine, it’s just nerves.” he lied. Logan looked suspicious, but nodded. It was too close to show time to argue now. He made his way over to the sound booth, leaving Roman alone to prepare for the opening scene.

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  Patton had insisted that they get there early to have a good seat. They arrived nearly half an hour early and the crowd in the lobby only added to Virgil’s distaste for the situation. Patton chose a seat close enough to the front that he could see, but his anxious friend wouldn’t be in the center of any cast member’s focus.

  They sat at the end of the row so that nobody would be directly next to Virgil and if he needed he could leave without a fuss. They had only been sitting in their seats for five minutes and virgil was already uncomfortable. He felt as if he had a large rock sitting on his lungs, and he could barely breathe.

  He thought about telling his friend they needed to leave, but before he could speak the lights dimmed and the play began. Despite his best efforts to focus, Virgil felt his attention slip from the show. Around the ballroom scene a nagging feeling began urging Virgil pay more attention to the stage. It was hard to tell from the stage but the Prince looked pretty good. Virgil continued his silent admiration of the royal figure on stage until their eyes met for just a split second.

  Virgil’s world exploded. Suddenly he could see the color of the red sash crossing the prince’s chest. Whipping his head to the side, he could clearly see the blue of Cinderella’s dress. Turning to Patton revealed that his friend’s hair was a darker brown than he had suspected.

  The rock that had been on his chest grew, breathing became even harder, panic setting in. Thoughts flooded his mind, ‘He’s on stage, how will he know it was me?’ flashed in his head followed by ‘But what if he didn’t see anything?’ The rock was crushing him now, he had to leave. Standing, Virgil ran from the theater and out the building.

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  Roman still felt that sick feeling in his stomach when his cue came. He was supposed to say a few lines then look towards the audience, but the urge to look before his cue was nagging in the back of his mind. When it was finally time to look, he scanned the crowd. A habit he had formed long ago in hopes he would see his soulmate. It never worked but he always did it.

  Roman held back a gasp as he made brief eye contact with a member of the audience, and suddenly everything changed. He quickly averted his eyes from the crowd, trying hard to finish the scene but he had forgotten everything except the startlingly bright brown eyes of his apparent soulmate. He stuttered out what he thought was his line before quickly looking back at the crowd, only to see the person had left their seat and was running towards the exit.

  All at once Roman’s doubts over so many years hit him hard. ‘They left because they didn’t want you! Why would they want you?’ The moment he was off stage he ran to Logan.

“Take my place!” he said, ripping of his mic, leaving his confused friend behind.

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  Patton raced out of the building after his friend, worry clouding his eyes.

  “KIDDO! WAIT UP!” he yelled.

  When virgil finally stopped running, he leaned on a building, sunk to the ground, and buried his face in his knees. Patton came to a stop beside him slightly out of breath.

  “What,” he gasped out. “What happened?”

  Virgil couldn’t think of a way to tell his friend what was wrong. Everything was happening too fast and he blurted out the only thing he could think of.

 “Pat, your shirt’s blue”

  A gasp left the older man’s mouth. He quickly sat, pulling Virgil into a hug.

  “You saw your soulmate.” Patton whispered. There was a moment of silence before Patton’s words sank in. Nearly crushing Virgil, a now very excited Patton suddenly yelled, “WE HAVE TO GO BACK!”

  The sudden loud noise caused Virgil to jump, and his friend quickly lowered his voice

  “Sorry kiddo.” patton whispered.

  “But we have to get you back to meet them!” Patton exclaimed, his vpice quickly rising as the excitement built again.

  “Patton…” the broken sound of Virgil’s voice caused the worry to return.

  “What if he didn’t see the colors? What if he’s my soulmate but I’m not his?” he asked, looking to his friend.

  “Pat, i’ve seen black and white my whole life! I convinced myself that I wasn’t made for anybody and now that I can see colors I can’t pretend anymore. Patton I don’t know what to do! I’m scared…” Virgil’s anxiety fueled rant trailed off as tears began down his face.

  Patton had no answer, he just held his friend and gave him time to calm down.

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  Roman had left the theater building still in his costume, not even caring about the multitude of weird looks he got. He walked down the street, mind running a million miles an hour.

  ‘Why did they run when they saw me?’ he wondered only for the negative voice from before to reply with ‘why wouldn’t they run when they saw you?’

  He was so consumed with his thoughts, he didn’t notice the two figures sitting against the wall until he tripped over their out-stretched feet. He was barely able to catch himself from a rather less than princely faceplant, before a voice not unlike that of a concerned father called out “Oh my, are you okay?”.

  “Yeah, i’m fine!” Roman replied, sitting up and brushing off his costume. It was another few moments before Roman looked up to see a very familiar face.

  “It’s you!” he gasped, nearly throwing himself at his very startled soulmate. He felt his other half rest his hands on his waist to hold him steady. In a different situation, Roman might have felt awkward practically sitting on a stranger’s lap, but he couldn’t look into those eyes and feel anything other than pure joy.

  “Hello, I’m Roman. And i’ve been waiting for you my whole life.” he said quietly, looking absolutely awestruck.

  “Im Virgil.“ His shy, cute, wonderful, soulmate responded, looking up at him with a small smile.

  "Well then Virgil, thank you for bringing color to my world.”