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Season 10 + ultra variant covers

  • #01 • Phil Noto x
  • #01 • Brian Horton x
  • #01 • Rebekah Isaacs and Dan Jackson x
  • A&F 10 #01 • Rebekah Isaacs and Dan Jackson x
  • A&F 10 #01 • Steve Morris x
  • #02 • Aly Fell x
  • #05 • Andy Park x
  • #11 • Georges Jeanty and Tariq Hassan x
Your Savior - 22

I have to work for the next several days, so I wanted to get a chapter out while I had a chance! The last chapter was a bit of a downer (but I’m not apologizing any more @backseat-negan !) and this one has plenty of angst, but is still moving the reader and Negan forward. Thanks as always for reading, and please keep all of the reviews coming, you all give me life!!!

Chapter 22


Swearing, Negan being Negan, mentions of past sexual assault, angst/depression

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

When you woke in the morning it took you several seconds to clear your head enough to remember where you were and why you were there. Brianna was hunched over the bed, sleeping on her arms while still sitting in the chair next to you, just as she had promised. Some friend you are, making your pregnant best friend sleep in a chair while you are in her bed. 

The more you woke up the more memories from the day before crept into your head, the pain slicing you deep and fresh. Brianna roused not long after you, stretching her back before smiling down softly at you. “How ya doing? Any better?" 

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John C. Reilly nailing down Diego Luna’s appeal.

For my money, Criminal (2004) is my favorite Diego Luna movie (prior to Rogue One). It took full advantage of his puppy-dog, ray-of-sunshine, nice boy looks & cast him as a con-man with a conscience. He also got to speak some dialogue in Spanish & this movie was also based on a famous Argentinian film called Nueve Reinas.


Best of 2015 Meme: [2/5] New Shows → Limitless

↳ “You’re on the verge of having a life that most people can’t even begin to imagine.”

In All My Naked Glory

Based on this request: Also! “Oh, did he not tell you about that? He’s seen me in all my naked glory.” (Feat. Oscar and Bryan) [or something like that]       

It was a particularly hot day; the sun was bleeding golden ichor in the cloudless azure sky. The streets were violent with heat, sweat stuck to skin, and so did clothing, glued to a body and irremovable. It was a thick kind of heat, one you could take a slice out of and spit out. Everything felt ten times heavier, and the rush of the city made it all a thousand times worse.

Brian’s air conditioner had broken.

           Just his luck as well, because the news reporters were starting to say it would be “the hottest of the year” or “a blistering day, crank that A.C!” Of course, soon the heat from the television leaked into the room, drenching everything in sticky humidity. After stripping down to his underwear and sticking his head under the cold water of the sink, Brian received a message.

           Noah: Dude, it’s so hot out.

           Brian ignored the bubble of excitement bursting in his belly as he read over the message. He let a smile cross his face as he shook out his hair, which had grown long in the past few months, long overdue for a chop. However, every time Brian thought about the barbershop, all he could think of was Noah saying, “Your hair is like a super nova, it’s absolutely killer to paint!” And Brian imagined he could suffer a while longer with the hair.

           However, this heat was beginning to add weight, and he found it hard to keep his head up. He opted to shoot out a reply, hoping something good would come out of this bone-crushing hotness.

           Brian: I know, my air conditioner just broke. I think I’m melting.

           He towel-dried his hair as he stared down at his phone, willing Noah to type out a visionary masterpiece, which would mostly entail, “come over, and let’s make out.” Or something along those lines.

           Brian didn’t reckon it was love, more that it was…

           No, never mind, he figured it was love.

           Of course, right as his heart was pounding and his mind was racing, Noah was about to force him into insanity, his phone buzzed. Brian jumped at the noise, reaching across the counter. His hands hungrily snatched at the device and his eyes read the message with just as much fervor.

           Noah: Sounds like you’re really suffering. Our place has got A.C. if you’re into that.

           Brian answered without a second’s white, his mouth bursting into a candy-coated smile.

           Brian: Is that an invitation?

           And not even a moment later.

           Noah: Yes it is.

           Brian burst into a super nova, his light bouncing through the room, destroying everything in its path. He flew to his room, cutting through the dense air with a machete. He practically pulled his drawer off its hinges. He ripped out a pair of paint-spattered shorts (thanks to Noah, of course) and a Stanford Baseball shirt. Then, in an explosion of electricity, he sprinted out the door and down the street.

           He travelled as fast as a comet towards the Sweetwine’s shared apartment. He pushed past people, his excitement fighting off the heat of the day. He surged into the apartment building, and the doorman offered a grunt and a nod.

           Brian flew up the stairs, jumping through galaxies to reach Noah’s apartment.

           And suddenly he was there, and the door was flying open.

           “Picasso! Your friend is here!” A tall, accented bloke with an eruption of dark hair similar to Noah’s (although not as artistic, Brian noted) opened the door. Brian immediately noted his choice in wardrobe: black skinny jeans, black biker boots; black t-shirt, and black leather jacket.

           “Thanks Oscar!” An all too familiar voice called. Brian’s heart swelled with excitement as he watched an awkward figure bounce through the room. The biker with hair not quite as good as Noah’s left the doorway with a chuckle. Brian watched Noah walk over. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt that had once been white, but was now drenched in every color possible. His skin was spattered with paint, making him even more of a masterpiece than he already was. His hair was a nest of unwashed curls atop his head, which he somehow managed.

           “Brian!” The excitement in the smiling boy’s face radiated across his body, radiating across the planet. Brian suspected every person in the world felt a few degrees better as Noah’s smile grew. Brian smiled back and was soon smashed into a too-big hug that touched him in all the right places.

           “Get a room, boys!” Jude called from behind. Immediately the two best friends parted, sharing smiles and blushes and odd little “I’m sorry’s” and “you look good” and such. Jude cackled from behind, an absolute vision with an ocean of blond hair dressed in a dress of her own creation. She was sitting on the couch, the tall, foreign boy right beside her, arm draped over her shoulders.

           “Ah, I seem to have forgotten,” Noah noticed the tension building on Brian’s face. “This is the ever-wonderful Oscore, Jude’s ‘bad boy’ boyfriend.” Noah explained with a smirk. Jude fell into hysterics at that.

           “What?” Oscar asked, a smile spreading across his devilishly handsome face. “Listen, I’m worse than you lot combined.” He added. “I am quite the bad boy boyfriend, thank you for the introduction, Picasso.” The Brit spat out the brunette’s nickname. Noah chuckled and Oscar turned his gaze to Brian. “You must be Brian then? Right, I’ve heard a good amount about you.” Oscar gave Noah a pointed look. Noah went bright red and Brian fell into the cool abyss of confusion.



           Everyone stayed in silence for a moment, until Jude saved the day, as she seemed to be constantly doing.

           “What are you working on then, Noah?” She asked. Noah’s face got that starry, far-away gaze that he tended to get any time he talked about art. Brian found it endearing, cute even.

           “I was doing a cubist take on a painting I had done a few years back, but then I thought of this absolutely gorgeous realism painting I saw a few days ago, so I did a bit of a twist on that I suppose.” Noah absent-mindedly grabbed Brian’s hand and led him to the coach. Brian felt heat flood between the two; he didn’t want to let go. “It really is just an extraordinary concept, you know.” He babbled on.

           “No more naked pictures then?” Oscar’s face turned to a mischievous grin. Noah’s own went bright red. “That was years ago, remember that Picasso?”

           “Yes, you talk about it every time you get the chance.” Noah answered shortly. Brian was confused, as usual.

           “What is going on here?” He questioned, the room bursting with tension.

           “Oh, he hasn’t mentioned it?” Oscar nodded towards Noah, who was giving the older boy the death stare. “Yeah, that odd bloke over there has seen me in all my naked glory.” Oscar explained. Jude burst into another bout of laughter, and Noah sank lower in his seat.

           “What!?” Brian cried.

           “Defensive boyfriend, are we?” Oscar asked, his fingers intertwining with Jude’s. She let out another giggle as the two boys sputtered out excuses and defenses. “Oh can it, there’s obviously a lot of romantic tension, it’s smothering me, in fact. Why don’t you two just fuck and make us all feel better, aye?”

           “OSCAR!” The twins cried. Jude swatted at his arm and Noah jumped to his feet. Oscar had his hand wrapped around Jude’s, the smile on his face slowly growing.

           “Picasso likes you.” Oscar sprinted out of the room, Jude following close behind as the two turned into volcanoes of laughter, joy trickling from every inch of their bodies.

           “OSCAR-“ Noah began, jumping to his feet.

           “You-you like me?” Brian muttered, looking up at the frazzled brunette. Noah turned to Brian, his eyebrow arched in confusion as his lips set in a thin line. He seemed to be questioning Brian’s question, leading into more confusion.

           “Well, yeah. I thought it was pretty obvious, or, Oscar told me it was anyways.” Noah shrugged. Brian stared down at his hands for a moment, his body a rocket of happiness waiting to take off.

           “But-but I abandoned you…” He thought out loud.

           “And I did something even worse. Listen, you don’t have to return the feeling or anything, it’s just-“ But Noah left his thought unfinished, because the rocket had exploded and Brian was on his feet, racing towards Noah at full speed, and their lips met on a collision course.

           A few moments of breathless, airless, thoughtless moments passed. Hands roamed bodies and mouths moved in harmony as the two boys made up for years and years of lost time, years and years of disappearances.

           “But I ruined your-“

           “Noah, I ruined it. I ruined everything.” Brian muttered, cutting the Rafael-like boy off. “We were both dumb, deal?”

           “Deal.” Noah responded in breathless wonderment, his eyes painting galaxies across Brian’s body. “Oscar told me-“

           “Listen, no offense, but the guy’s kind of an idiot. He’s wearing all black and leather on the hottest day of the summer.”

           “True but-“

           “Just kiss me again, I don’t want to hear anymore about this ‘naked glory’.” And Noah’s face went bright red as their lips met again for the first time in too long.

Once In a Lifetime (2)

Tim was trying to think fast. What was the thing that they brought Toby back with after he died of an wound? A defibrillator. Tim knew the mansion had to have one for emergencies, so it would be in the emergency room. Tim scooped up Brian’s lifeless body, and ran him into the emergency room. He put Brian on the table, and pulled the big defib machine over.

“3. 2. 1.” Tim said, snapping his eyes shut as he shocked Brian’s body. Brian jumped slightly, and Tim started crying in happiness. Brian looked at Tim with wide eyes, and Tim fell on Brian. He held him close, whispering “I love you” to him over and over.

Brian gave a smile. His vocal cords weren’t working. Tim had damaged his larynx, but that was no matter. Neither of them cared that Brian couldn’t talk anymore. They only cared that they could be in eachothers arms, holding the other close like it was their last moment.

Brian smiled, and grabbed a peice of paper and a pen from his pocket. He wrote on it, ‘Happy Birthday’.

But it wasn’t their last moments. Looking back, they might have wished it was.

anonymous asked:

At what point in the series do you think Brian fell in love with Justin and when do you think Brian realized he was in love?

Oh, Nonny. You had to go there. After I showed such remarkable restraint on my last ask, you had to ask the question guaranteed to make me ramble on for a century with all my thoughts, feelings, and theories. Very well. You asked for it. :D

Now, this is a really interesting question to think about and actually somewhat challenging to answer, because Brian genuinely didn’t believe in love. He couldn’t even conceptualize it. So while he may have been feeling all these emotions toward Justin that people generally associate with falling in love, Brian himself wouldn’t have recognized it as love even if it bit him on the ass (which, come to think of it, I’m sure Justin did).

My short answer is this: I think the first time we witnessed a true spark of love from Brian was during 1x07, and it built steadily all throughout the first season, and by the end of 1x17 he was absolutely in love. Now, that’s not to say he always accepted those feelings, or acted in a way that somebody generally would when they’re in love, because, come on, he’s Brian Kinney. As for when he actually realized it? I’d place it at prom, and one specific instance at prom, but I’m going to put that below the cut because believe me, I will ramble. However, we all know what happens at prom, and following those events, Brian tried to drown out the idea of being in love from his mind, mainly with drugs, liquor, and plenty of sex. But by the end of 2x02, I believe we’ve reached the point where Brian can’t deny to himself that he’s in love with Justin, even if he won’t use those exact words.

So, that’s the short answer. If you want the long answer, complete with pictures and a nearly episode by episode description of Brian falling in love with the incredible Justin Taylor, let’s hop along under the cut.

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Helping and Hoping

Summary:  You and your boyfriend Dean have to babysit your niece and nephew

Characters: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: 1, 837

Warnings: Minor description of slight injuries, mostly fluff

Author’s Note: I picked up another challenge from @whispersandwhiskerburn 750 follower challenge. This is my third one shot and I wanna thank @whispersandwhiskerburn for all of her help and encouragement! Congrats on 750! I also want to give a special thanks to @waywardjoy for also being a beta for this fic. It takes amazing people to take time out of their days to help and encourage you to continue writing and give a piece of yourself for judgement and both of these ladies have been amazing to me!

Originally posted by black-little-demons

Your sister called you in a frantic state. Apparently your brother-in-law, Brian, was working out of town in Texas and fell off of a roof, landing himself in the hospital. Thankfully he would be okay, just a broken leg and some bruised ribs but she needed to fly out to be with him. Since you were the only relative within a few hours, she needed you to watch her kids. You loved your niece and nephew, honestly, you just weren’t very confident in your nurturing abilities. You never gave yourself a chance to wonder about yourself as a mother because you knew you couldn’t have that.

Your boyfriend Dean was a hunter and even though you weren’t actively in the life, you did a lot of research from the bunker whenever Dean and his brother Sam were on the road. You have been together for 7 years, and you loved Dean and your life with him and his brother. But the idea of marriage and children was something you had long given up any hope for. Dean had made it clear that hunters didn’t get the apple pie life, and you never pushed the idea.

Your sister was aware of the things that went bump in the night. She also knew of your attempts of keeping her home safe from the supernatural with salt lines, traps and sigils painted under her rugs, and the extra mile you put forth into her children’s rooms. Her husband and her children weren’t aware, but that’s how you both wanted it. She appreciated how you kept her and her family safe, even if you weren’t around as much as you wanted to be. You still managed to make it by every couple of months to visit.

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Justin Taylor Appreciation Week : Day 2 → favorite scene/moment

↳ 1x01- I like Cheerios better.


Let me tell you about why I love Brian

-Brian was a dork in high school
-Brian fell off the stage at one of 3rd Degree’s gigs
-Puberty hit him like a truck
-Soprano to baritone in 0.2 seconds
-He’s a composer
-He’s a lyricist
-He raps
-He sings
-He trumpets
-He beatboxes
-He plays the bass
-He plays the guitar
-He dances
-He’s a tease
-We all know Brian has abs but he refuses to show us
-Jae asked him to do a flip and he said he couldn’t anymore
-This means he could before
-Why aren’t you flipping Brian??
-The little hip wiggles he does when he plays the bass
-That time when his bandana slipped down when he played “Like This”
-That time when his bandana slipped down when he played “Colors”
-That time when he pulled his bandana down when he played “Hunt”
-That time when he headbanged to “Colors” so hard his necklace went flying
-the way he runs his fingers up his bass to be more intense
-The way he slaps that bass
-His smile at the end of “She Will Be Loved”
-His baby dinosaur smile
-His smile in general
-His cat-eyes
-His nose-scrunches
-His hands
-His fucking arms
-The two little freckles at the base of his neck
-The two little freckles on his ear
-How he closes his eyes when he falsettos
-The way he always groups his selfie together with the perfect blend of sweet, dorky, hot, and “FUCK NO”
-Have I mentioned his deep as fuck voice??
-His gorgeous vocal tone
-His precious accent when he speaks English
-How much he loves his fans
And finally, last but certainly not least,