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Broken

Title: Broken - If It Can Bleed Part One

Characters/Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader (next part), Sam, Cas (one line, though he’s not seen.)

Word Count: 2300

Warnings: Blood, reader is badly injured, implied violence, maybe a swear word or two.

Series Summary: The reader is a genetically enhanced assassin who’s on the run from her creator, but what will happen when she get’s taken back to the bunker by Sam and Dean? Or falls for one of the Winchesters…

Author’s Note: Okay guys, this is part one of that assassin story I told you about! I’m not 100% sure how long it will be at this point but right now my guess is around 7 parts, not too long, not too short, and I hope you guys are as excited about it as I am! If you want to get tagged in the following parts of this please send me an Ask or add yourself to This List. Feedback is always appreciated, and enjoy!

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     Light streamed in the in through the glass your cheek was currently pressed against, stinging your eyes in the seconds you managed to keep them from falling shut again and warming your sticky, blood-covered skin. It took you all of one shuttering, raw breath to remember what had happened - the fists and claws, the panic and pain. They’d found you.

     Recognition surged through your thoughts as your heightened sense of hearing picked up on the powerful engine of the vehicle you were in, speeding down the road surely faster than what was legal. You were being taken somewhere - you were being taken back to her. No. You couldn’t allow that, you couldn’t go back.

     Not now, not ever.

     You didn’t have time to formulate a solid plan, didn’t even stop to think about the extent of your injuries and whether or not you were even capable of executing one, and flew solely on fear and the guttural need to get away from the people holding you captive. So with what sorry bit of strength you had left you fumbled for the seatbelt pressing in on your slashed chest, curled your hand under the seat to let your claws discreetly slid free, and then –

     “How much longer ‘till we get to the hospital?”

     You paused at the unfamiliar voice.

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Anyway here’s some panels from Pearl and Greg without the speech bubbles, because dangit I worked hard on those backgrounds.

The idea was that the camera would slowly be spinning clockwise around Pearl and zooming in as she spoke, putting her on the right side of the frame (the “wrong” side of the frame in relation to Greg and the rest of the scene) and thus letting the audience share her brief moment of disorientation as Greg touches her shoulder and the framing suddenly snaps her back to the left.  But um.  That probably would have worked better in animation.

Something Keeps bugging me about the whole Blue Sect arc.

As of Chapter 127 we’ve lost Agni, something that I think caused a lot of heartache in the community and has given rise to a lot of theories, all of which have a lot of valid points. The only thing is, I feel like I’m missing something here. Maybe I’m wrong and maybe I’m looking far too deeply into this, but it seems a bit odd, and kind of coincidental, that both times that something big has happened in regards to Ciel’s backstory (in earlier cases it’s from the readers learning about what happened to him that night) and in this case Agni may have discovered something about him that he didn’t want known.

The thing is, and again I can only stress that this is instinct and guts telling me this, that I feel like something is not right with what we’re seeing here. Much like what happened with Count Cain where there was a huge misdirection until the very end of the story where in a big reveal happened and made everyone double take. Now I don’t know if Yana is pulling that off here, but given the similarities to Count Cain, I wouldn’t be surprised if she was trying to pull something similar off here.

My reasoning for questioning all that we’ve seen and all that we know comes from some images that keep bugging the heck out of me in relation to Blavat and what he wears.

I guess I have to start back at the beginning with the whole issue of How Blavat knew who Ciel was, and work from there because all the pieces are not quiet fitting yet.

It’s been theorized that Blavat knew about Ciel through the word of various people (Undertaker, John Brown and even an unknown Shinigami have come up) but two sets of people have not been spoken of, and I do think they deserve mention. The S4, formerly P4 and Viscount Druitt. Now this might seem odd of me to point them out but we do need to look at them as a possible unintentional (in the form of the S4) and intentional (Druitt) leaker of that information to Blavat and in the case of Druitt, someone that seems to have the moxie to help work on this. But I’ll get to him in a second, let’s start with the P4/S4.

We know that the group somehow came into contact with Blavat, although no one outright explained how. Given the fact that the last time when they were in trouble Redmond contacted Druitt who had them get in contact with Stoker, this could be an easy way to believe that Blavat let them become who they were for the groups. Keep in mind that if Druitt did tell Redmond about Blavat, then it could be easy to see him finding easy pickings with the boys who were feeling low and guilty about their crime.

Now if Blavat showed the kindness to them that they needed at the time, then it’s not beyond the realm of reason to believe that any one of the boys, probably even Redmond himself, could have easily spilled the beans on Ciel and Sebastian. After all they were there when Undertaker and Sebastian fought and had a full view of that. Consequently we know for a fact that Greenhill does know about Ciel and Lizzy’s engagement due to Edward, as we’ve see in the Weston arc.

So taking that into account Blavat could have easily surmised upon Sebastian and Ceil coming in: 1. who they were based on the knowledge he had from the S4; 2. could have easily figured out that Ciel was Lizzy’s fiancé and ran with that, and 3. figured out that Sebastian wasn’t exactly human. He never outright called Sebastian a demon, only that he was a black hole, and this he probably got from hearing tales from the boys regarding events at Weston. Remember what was said, Blavat is very good at reading people, and for all Sebastian’s skills, he showed a “tell” in his reactions to what Blavat said was right. This was all he needed to get people excited and throw Sebastian out.

Now let’s say it wasn’t the boys (although I have a high guess that it was) that informed Blavat, then who else knows enough about the Watchdog to at least give us info about him to Blavat. Well, I point to Viscount Druitt. You might say, “But he’s a comic character and we haven’t seen him in a long time.” This is true, we haven’t but we have felt him in various ways.

The last time we officially saw him was in the Atlantic Arc where he was on the boat and we learned that he was part of the Phoenix organization. A group, mind you, that was created probably under the guidance of the Osiris group we’ve heard of. Both names are about beings that are rising from the dead, and what is the Blue Sect doing, keeping people from dying. This is, I think, something important that we keep forgetting about.

We know from facts that Druitt is not a man of scruples. Hell he was having a human trafficking party and was willing to cut up Ciel to sell his parts to bidders. Not only has he shown himself to be an idiot, which I think is more a ruse to keep people from figuring things out, but he’s also been shown to be mixed up with the Aurora Society and through them, Osiris. Now that might be a slight hint of something but there’s a lot more.

Going back over the chapters I noticed a pattern with Aleistor Chambers, or Viscount Druitt. Every time something weird comes up in regard to Ciel, save for the Witch arc (and I’m not 100% sure he didn’t have some influence there), the circus arc (which I have to wonder if one of the groups that Druitt was selling to may have been the same group that tried to kill Ciel), and the murder arc, he’s been involved in some form or another. Be it in a funny way (Curry Arc as a judge) or a more direct and serious way (his actions caused trouble for Ciel and Sebastian in the Atlantic arc) he has been there and influencing things in his own –odd –way.

This brings me to some facts that I noticed. Firstly we know that the Blue Sect is being supplied a good form of money. We’re assuming that it’s coming from the Lords, but what if it’s not. Given the setup of the rooms, we can see that not all of them are well off. We also know that Polaris –who has the most common room –is a butler and someone in the serving class rather than the upper class. If these four lords were really well off, wouldn’t they have better rooms?

So, assuming for the moment that the money is not coming from the Lords to fund this operation, then who would have the time or the money to set this up? Well while the Aurora society is gone, technically, the Osiris group is not, and we know very well that Druitt is alive as we’ve seen his image showing up on the Shores of the States. This, I think, actually should be looked at given that Osiris said that it wanted to see what happened and the ship was heading for the states (making me think that there are some members there and not only in England). If Druitt is still in the states –or even if he’s come back –he would still be well off enough to help with this set up since its well within his means to.

We’ve seen that he has the cash to throw lavish parties, as seen in Chapter 7 when he got hold of Ciel. Given the size of the event that’s happening, he’s probably not the only one supplying the event, but…basing on what the Queen indicated, that there are various classes attending, then it wouldn’t be hard to believe that the owners of shops donate the food. So if he’s not having to pay for the food for all those people, then it actually saves him money if he is behind the bulk of this.

We also have to consider that the music hall had to be purchased by someone, and that large amount probably wasn’t picked up by Blavat, so again someone like Druitt could easily do that. Not only that but the room that Ciel has to go in is certainly lavish in the ways that the count likes, and we have seen that he’s certainly one that likes the lavishness of life.

He’s also the only one that seems to want to be linked with Rome, and given the costumes that the boys wear it’s hardly a surprise.

 Also, if you think about it, who else would be willing to pay for such outlandish outfits? It fits right into all his weird looks.

Furthermore there’s other clues that indicate that Druitt may have a hand in this. 

Going back to the earlier chapter we see Ciel was taken into the back room in a secret wooden door that lead to a room where Ciel points out that there’s a “sweet” (“strange?”) smell, and then passes out into sleep. He wakes up later in a cage trapped by Druitt. 

Now, in Chapter 113 Ciel notes that there’s a strange smell in the air, and the last time that that happened he fell to sleep. The last person to pull that trick off on him…Druitt.

We also know that Druitt is not dead, nor gone, as we saw he was placed Christ like, on a cross. Foreshadowing into the religious iconography in the Blue Sect, perhaps? I think that he’s probably assisting in some way. We also shouldn’t forget that he’s a doctor among other things and would have a working understanding of the medical items that we’re seeing being used on the various people. If he is working with Blavat, then why? Well it could be his own ego, but I think there’s more to it. Back in Chapter 59 we saw him get serious, and he seemed very dangerous in that moment.

So why would he tell Blavat about Ciel or Sebastian. Again, he saw it all. Back when they were on the ship he was “passed out” during the fighting, but given the situation I don’t think that he didn’t miss a thing. 

Considering that he did indicate with a wink that he recognized Ciel later on “cock Robin” it’s not hard to believe that Druitt could have done his own digging and gotten info on Ciel and given it willingly to Blavat. After all Ciel did help wreck what he felt was his plans and so forth, so there is that.

Now do I think that Druitt is the mastermind behind everything? Not really, at least not yet, but he does seem to have enough skills to at least be a part of it.

The other thing that’s bugging me in a large way is the religious aspect and the way Agni died. Why target Soma of all people?

See the thing is that the Queen is right now in charge of India, the death of one of her Allies sons would not go over well with the people there. People, who, at that time, were very much starting to become less willing to have peace. So how would his death in the end benefit her? I don’t think it or Ciel’s would.

We know that she did punish him for his actions during the circus arc, but she never set up for the murder of anyone that was innocent. The guy that she had killed was directly working with her Grandson whom she’s going to be going to war with in the near future. The Blue Sect is working in direct opposition to what she wants. They’re, as Sebastian pointed out, winning over people’s hearts and thus their minds. This is something that she doesn’t want. The Queen needs her people to be on her side.

She noted that the people would be dealing with business deals, religious activity and war. If anyone can come in this means that there could be a German spy there. If there is one or someone who has sympathy to the Kaiser then that would not help her at all because, like the German diplomat that she had Gray kill, there’s a chance that it could benefit him and thus allow Germany to take control of things. This she cannot have for not only her kingdom, but her own personal life as well.

So then the question is, who’s benefiting from the Blue Sect? My mind goes to Osiris as a whole, but I don’t know enough about them. But again Druitt comes up as a possible suspect here. He would not only gain power, but given his need to have an empire for himself, it wouldn’t be surprising, given his morals that he would offer up the UK whole sale if he could be Cesare himself.

The other thing that caught my attention was the number of knives in Agni’s back and the stars on Blavat’s outfit. The whole arc has been hinting at religion as part of the theme. Religion and liberties are two very big things that hit people in the heart and the mind. Given how the Sect operates, almost like a cult, it was odd to me that while there was a feel of Catholic like hymns and such there wasn’t any Christian iconography (crosses, doves, angels, lambs) things that normally would connect to the normal catholic aspects.

However there are hints of Hinduism that revolves around this story. The set up very much runs counter to the idea of the class system, important to both Indian and British societies at that time (and still is in some cases). Yana made it clear that all walks of life are welcome at the event, something that surprises Edward as dance halls are mostly for common folk. Later via Sebastian we learn through two of the evening ladies that songs are a great way to get an idea across to the common folk. It’s also important to note that the set up for the food is laid out in a way that all can partake of it, another hint at both catholic and Hindu views of things depending on the sect.

Now one thing I have to note and this is very important here, the color blue. Blue in Hinduism is connected to bravery, manliness, determination, and the ability to deal with difficult situations, a stable mind and a depth of character. 

Lord Rama and Krishna are two very well know religious figures in Hinduism who were colored blue as an honor for their actions.

Using the color blue would then denote in regard to the blue star that this was a person of the highest cause and position in the ranks.

There’s more there too. These ranks are divided up into four groups: Brahmin (priestly), Kshatriya (defense), Vaisya (agriculture and business), and Shudra (menial labor). We’ve seen that the four lords seem to embody this. Sirius doesn’t speak up when talked to by Blavat but we know that he or she is seen as the highest member of the group. Second one to speak is Canopus, who probably represents the defense, this followed by the twin voices of Vega (and the Vaisya –or wealthy commoner –covers merchants in Agriculture and business, showing a set of twins to represent those two aspects) and then Polaris (a butler as the lower class or the labor).

If Blavat is a priest or a Brahmin to the sect then that would explain the clothing that he wears all the time. His outfit is pulling from various religious organizations, but the thing is he’s wearing an outfit that’s a lot like Agni and Soma in visual similarities.  This has me wondering why there is so much connection to the Hindu aspect of this story. Well given what just happened I would hypothesized that this whole arc is a set up for Soma going forward and using hindu symbolism could be a part of it.

One thing to note about the four casts is that they each represent some part of the body. Preists are the head bring wisdom and knowledge (something the songs that Blavat wrote seem to indicate that Sirius does), Canopus is the arms (allowing for fighting much like Lizzy), Vega (given that there’s two) could be the legs (and agriculture and business were two of the driving forces in England at the time the story takes place) and last Polaris the most common, this is technically the intestine but in this case I’m going to assume it indicates the internal organs (if you view Polaris as the butler then his actions is to make sure all the other parts run and are well fed but does so behind the scenes).

Then there’s the thing that I finally figured out why it was bugging me. The stars. Each one is eight sided and I started to wonder what that could indicate. In Hinduism there’s a star known as the Star of Lakshmi, which represents Ashtalakshmi, the eight forms, or kinds of wealth, of the goddess Lakshimi. This also represent eight elements. 

“In the Bhagavad Gita, Lord Krishna says: “Earth, Water, Fire, Ether, Spirit, Intelligence, and Ego are my 8 separate energies.”

Every single star in the Blue Sect has eight, including the ones of the doors to the four lords.

The only issue that falls with the eight sided star is that there’s a ton of esoteric meanings, too many to mention here (including ones about aliens). There’s also the story related to Chinese tradition about the eight pointed star.

In Chinese tradition, the eight pointed star was a way to concisely depict the entirety of the Universe. It was believed that the Sky Emperor T'ai-Yi resided in a palace at the center of Heaven, at the top of the eight pointed star’s axis, from which he ruled the eight divisions of Heaven.

These stars are known to denote life, from birth to death.

I know this might seem rambling, but I tried. I’m just having trouble seeing all the pieces fitting. There’s also the fact that Agni and Soma are both hindi names for Sun and Moon and the seven knives in Agni’s back have a number of meanings in Hinduism including: Seven stars that are a group known as Sapta rishid, and then there’s the Seven Promises, and Seven Reincarnations, as well as the seven worlds of the universe and the 7 Chakras.

In essence by killing Agni (Sun) that means Soma (moon) has nothing to light it way right now, and Soma has to become his own light.

Apologies for the wall of text. 

Are We There Yet?

Blurb Summary:
As the group nears the music fest, Kaitlyn and Zack have a talk; Kaitlyn admits feeling apprehensive about Becca’s call to MC.
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“Just three more hours.” Zack states, fiddling with the thrice-duck taped rear-view mirror.

Four decades of use and abuse have essentially rendered it to nothing more than a decoration.

“Three more hours, Kaitlyn, and I’ll be seeing Kevin effing Driver! With my own two eyes! These eyes, right here!” He says, pointing to his face for emphasis.

“I can practically smell the patchouli already. I. AM. SO. PUMPED!
Hey, are you listening? Hello?? Earth to Kaitlyn!”

A hand waving frantically in front of your face snaps you to attention.

“Oh shit, sorry, man. What’d you say?”

“Nothing important, I guess,” Zack shrugs. “I was just going on about Kevin Driver. You know me.”

You respond with a light chuckle, but your thoughts are elsewhere.

“I’m sorry Zack, my mind’s like, a thousand miles away right now. I’m spaced out.”

“Hey it’s cool. No worries. You need to sleep? I can wake one of them up.” He says, jerking his thumb towards the back of the van, to where your friends are sprawled, sleeping soundly.

“I’m sure Chris wouldn’t mind being my co-pilot for a while.”

“Nah, let him sleep, I’m alright. Really, I’m not tired. I guess there’s just been something on my mind.”

Face scrunched with concern, Zack throws you a glance, “Well I’m here to talk. We’ve literally got nothing but time and it’s not like I’m going anywhere.”

“Ha.. it’s nothing, really. Just me being, I dunno, I guess unnecessarily paranoid? I don’t know.”

“Well what’s up, Liao. Spill them beans,” he jokes while lightly nudging your arm.

“I don’t know, man. It’s kind of…”
You turn over your shoulder, looking toward the back of the van, pausing for a moment, as your eyes rest upon MC’s sleeping form.

“It’s kind of relationship related. I don’t want to be an ass and vent to you, while you’re dealing with stuff on your end, you know?”

You see his shoulders slump slightly. You’re about to change the subject, when Zack interjects.

“Kaitlyn, it’s okay. Really. This trip has done more for me than you guys could ever know. I’m not putting on a front when I say that I genuinely feel so much better about the whole breakup thing.”
He rubs the back of his neck, and continues,
“I mean yeah, it hurts. Of course. But… I don’t know. I guess, I feel good? Or I feel positive, at least. So please, unload. It’s totally fine. Lord knows I’ve been doing that for weeks now.”

You reach over to tousle his hair, and he laughs lightly in response.

“So spill, what’s buggin’ you?” He holds his hand in front of your face, as though clutching a microphone, “Go ahead, caller, I’m listening.”

“Heh.. well okay.” You take a deep breath and glance once more in MC’s direction.

She’s still sleeping.

“So, before you say anything, I KNOW I’m reaching at nothing here, I know I’m being paranoid and I know it’s probably nothing. But…”

“But…” He echoes, motioning for you to continue.

“But,” you drop your voice to a whisper.
“Don’t you think it’s a little weird that Becca, of all people, called M? Becca. This a girl who spent an entire year making our lives hell every chance she could. And she just calls M out of the blue, then on top of that, she’s actually meeting us at Aurora? Like, they hate each other!”

You slump back in your seat, “Or I guess, I thought they did. I mean what’s up with that?”

You turn to look at Zack as he bites his bottom lip, looking pensive.

“What? Don’t you think that’s weird? Or am I imaging things?”

He runs his hand through his hair, “I suppose it could be considered… uncharacteristic.” He says evenly, as though being careful when choosing his words.

“I mean, yes, Becca has been kind of an asshole to all of us, I agree with you there. And yeah, she has had a degree of… I guess, what could be considered, animosity, towards MC in particular. So going off of that alone, yeah, it could seem a bit odd. I guess. But, people change, you know?” He finishes with a shrug.

Slightly crestfallen, you mumble under your breath.

“What?” He turns to you, “I couldn’t hear you, Mush Mouth, say that again.”

You repeat yourself, louder this time, “I said, that’s awfully diplomatic of you.”

“Well I don’t know what else to say about it, Kaitlyn. I mean you said you didn’t want to talk to me about it because it had to do with relationships, but so far, you literally did not mention one thing that actually had to do with relationships?”

Silence falls between the two of you.

You tilt your head back, resting it gently against the headrest; watching the road signs along highway blur as the dilapidated VW grumbles past them.

One after another.

Your vision clouds suddenly, the back of your eyes stinging as you rapidly blink away tears.

Slowly exhaling a shaky breath, you quietly say, “You didn’t see her face, Zack. You didn’t see how… how happy she looked.”

Zack looks over at you, about to respond, when Tyler suddenly yawns and sleepily asks, “Hey, are we there yet?”

Summing up Superman Reborn

Due to popular demand, I am writing this to help those who have no ideas what is going on in DC Rebirth, why are there so many Supers running around, and wants to know, but doesn’t have time to read all the related comics. Note that Mr. Oz is a character that appeared way back in 2015 when Geoff Johns was still writing N52 Superman. Yes, DC literally planned this in 2015

My guess is that since 2018 is Superman 80th Anniversary and Action Comics will reach its 1000th issue by then, they want to make something big, and the mystery of Mr.Oz (along with the whole Watchmen thing) will conclude around that time. Talk about going out with a bang.

If you have any more questions about Superman/Superfam in general maybe just check my comic support tag to find if I’ve talked about it!

Warning: contain spoilers for Superman and Action Comics!!

In order to understand Superman Reborn, you have to go back to the time N52 Superman was still alive. 

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We’ll Remember These Nights

Pairing: Viktor and Yuuri

“You look just like the poster in my room,” Yuuri slurred, barely holding himself up in Viktor’s arms, “but you have more clothes on.” He giggled. The words hit Viktor hard, and he didn’t know how much more his weak gay heart could handle. He barely even noticed Yakov leaving the room with his head cradled in his hands.

Or in other words, what really went down at the banquet last year, and what that meant for them now.

Humor and smut (yeah it gets pretty explicit at the end). 

This is just under 5k words so click the cutaway if you want to keep reading!

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「Yuuri slid his hands over Viktor’s sides, clutching his shoulder before stumbling into his arms to keep from hitting the floor (or even worse, Yuri Plisetsky). The skater clung to the fabric of Viktor’s suit as if his life depended on it, and when they locked eyes Yuuri beamed. The boy looked up at Viktor as if he was the most astonishing thing on the planet and it sent shivers down his spine.

“Viktoorr! My family runs a hot spring back home so why don’t you come over?” He slurred, flashing a self-satisfied grin when he saw the rage on Russian Yuri’s face. The Japanese skater had more guts than Viktor had first thought.

“If I win this dance-off, you’ll become my coach, right? Be my couch Viktoorrr.” Yuuri purred, wrapping his arms around the older man’s neck. Viktor felt the heat rise in his face, unable to hold back the gasp that left his throat from the impact of Yuuri’s chest hitting his own. Despite there being at least a hundred other people in the room who he was meant to leave a good impression on, he just couldn’t help himself.

“Hmm, a dance-off sounds fun, but my coaching isn’t free.” Viktor teased. He stepped back and slid off his suit jacket, throwing it carelessly to the Russian boy behind him. He fisted Yuuri’s tie, making him flinch as Viktor yanked him closer “So are you willing to pay the price?” Viktor leaned in, whispering hotly into the other man’s ear. Yuuri nodded eagerly, dropping to his knees, pupils blown wide. Meanwhile, Viktor loosened the collar of his own dress shirt, popping the top buttons to reveal smooth skin and a chiseled collar bone. He heard the click of his belt unbuckle, and Viktor was starting to feel wrecked before even taking his first drink –」

“While I would love to hear how this story ends, that’s not how it happened.” Viktor said, cutting Minako off. Her story was surprisingly accurate as to what happened at last year’s banquet, that is, until she got to the part about the blowjob. It’s a good thing Yuuri’s sister doesn’t understand English.

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@jimenezadriana I remember when her stardom started, Mexico and the whole hispanic media was talking about her as one of their own so I’m guessing this whole controversy started recently ? She’s not Latina though. She was born in Mexico to Kenyan parents and moved back to Kenya when she was one. She was raised in Kenya to Kenyan parents and culture. She knows Spanish ( not at a full proficiency level) because she went to Mexico for 7 months to learn the language. She doesn’t represent Latino identity or culture. She cannot relate to the Latino experience in America or in Mexico. There are so many powerful black Latina artists that go unnoticed and underrepresented and we’re here trying to argue about Lupita’s heritage ? 😡

it wouldn’t let me reply to you flat out so i’m making it work my own way

She’s not Latina though” is a fickle ass game the latinx community has been committed to for centuries and that shit is DEAD. you read her wikipedia page and got the little two sentences about her moving back to Kenya at one and the lil seven months blurb as if that’s the end all-be all of her connecting with her birthplace

Lupita Nyong’o is fluent in Spanish, first and foremost, she went to school and immersed and continued to study and did all the proper things that any non-native Spanish speaking latina would do to learn the language

she represents “the latino identity” as her literal birthright because no matter what you feel or believe or don’t feel or believe, she is Mexican by birth and is entitled to every right that comes with that

the latinx identity doesn’t come with levels. it’s not a game of who is “more or less latino”. from that nonsense, she’d be more latino than Mexican-Americans born in the US because she was actually born in Mexico. that’s such an isolating ideology to cling to. because there are second, third, fourth gen Mexican/Cuban/Dominican/etc-Americans right here, fighting to be taken seriously in this “latino identity” based on things they couldn’t control, ie their birthplace, not being taught Spanish, not “looking latino” enough, etc. and other bullshit 

afrolatinos fighting for visibility in their respective countries are all deserving of a platform of being represented, including the ones not born in a latin nation, including the ones who didn’t grow up Spanish speaking, including the ones who are latinos by third generation, including the ones who born in a latin country who left it at any point in

and the “latino experience” is different across all cultures, across generations, across specific families even, and everyone knows that. but the one thing that seems to remain the same is that everyone tries to play the “latino enough” game with the black ones. there are vocal afrolatina women who are in the spotlight and are highlighted and held up for being “authentic” and they STILL have to fight to be taken seriously in this antiblack ass society

so please, miss me with that “she’s not latina though” mess

Things about 12x18 “The Memory Remains” #3

Well the parallels and allusions were certainly strong this episode in relation to the Bishops’ story and how it may relate, compare and contrast to the Winchesters. The entire “Hunting people. Killing. The family business.” was a bit much and I think the message would have been delivered just fine without it, but there you have it.

In any case it does pose the question if there was more to the deal Mary made with Azazel than we know OR if Mary maybe has made some kind of similar deal and bound herself to something else - if the monster was not meant to be taken as an allusion to the monstrosity of the BritMoL as embodied through Ketch here. If we assume that is the case, then I guess the ending scene with Ketch listening in on Dean’s view and opinion on him may place Dean in a whole lot more danger further down the line (Also, really Ketch? stealing the picture? You seriously think no one would realize it’s gone?). The God needed human blood to be sated, not too different to what we have seen the BritMoL do in their bloody hunger for killing.

To me this episode definitely brought back a very unpopular opinion/theory I have had for quite a while and given how this episode stuctured and intercut the stories and parallels in relation to family, honesty and loyalty and had Mary and John written all over it, I guess we are at the very least meant to ask ourselves whether or not Sam and Dean actually have the same father. Of course one could see the Bishops’ as a parallel to John and his relationship to Kate Milligan and Adam with how he had his elder sons raised in the hunting life and keeping his younger one out of it completely, but given I have had my crazy theories how the show may at some point “reveal” for Sam to have been Lucifer’s perfect vessel, because he may be a “nephilim” too, I guess one could wonder if John may not have been Sam’s or Dean father, but someone else. I personally think the show would never go as far as actually doing this, because I think the fandom would tear them apart if it turned out the Winchesters’ were never “real brothers”, but how the show has been framing Mary and her unattached shagging up with Ketch and learning that she continued hunting well past having kids in 12x06 “Celebrating the Life of Asa Fox” I personally think there is definitely room for possibility that maybe Mary wasn’t all too loyal to John. Hell, mayve that was why he moved out for a few days at some point as Dean remembers in 5x16 “Dark Side of the Moon”…

As for the monster/God, I have to admit I am kind of happy that I was actually really close to what we got in my spec towards the episode being a parallel and narrative callback to S1 “Scarecrow” and dealing with an enslaved God. :)

Verdict:

I actually really enjoyed this episode. Writing wise it was ordinary and nothing too special, but it was well executed imo. And most of all SPN for the first time in a long time was creepy and felt almost old school in how it was set in a small town. Dean standing his ground against a God was great and I also quite enjoyed the massive focus on eyes with the shots from within the goat’s head/mask and the close up of the cop’s eyes in the beginning when he is prepping a dead animal (playing with dead things there too was quite… unnerving too). It’s been a recurring theme the focus on the eyes for sure. It just fits well in a narrative that often is playing with perspective and perception and constantly questions which one if the “right one”.

So yeah, solid episode in my book. :)

Edit:

Oh and I forgot to mention the ending. While a bit sappy and all and setting up endgame stuff, that very action, them carving their initials into the bunker was the ultimate moment they labeled that bunker their home. Which is especially concerning given that now it is even less of a safe space than it has already been since they are being monitored.

Secret Society

Request : Hey, so I have no clue how to properly submit one of these so I apologize if I screw it up. I was hoping you could maybe do one with a really shy insecure reader(female/petite/virgin etc) who’s hunted with the boys for awhile. Her and Sam have crushed on each other forever but neither says anything. Until tension builds up and Dom!sam and reader happen. Smut please…Thanks a bunch xo

Writer: Jemma, jemin-guay.tumblr.com

Word count: wrote it on my phone, sorry.

Warnings: All the smut, Cunnalingus…

Notes: I tried. Sorry for the movie reference but it fit. I know that problematic film like the back of my hand and I’m super geeky. It couldn’t be helped. I also may have gotten a little cheesy. *blushes and runs away*

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“Good Morning, Y/n.” Sam greeted you with a smile. His handsome face was exactly what you needed to see. His peppy demeanor brought a smile to your lips. He accidentally brushed up against you as you both reached for a mug. A slight blush rose on his cheeks as you gazed up over your shoulder at him.
“S-sorry. My bad.” At the sound of someone else entering the kitchen, he moved away.

“Morning.” Dean yawned from somewhere behind you . “Coffee?” He asked.

“Mhmm” You muttered taking another cup out of the cabinet and filling both mugs.

“Thanks, Y/n.” He took his cup greatfully. “How’d you sleep?”

You sighed and took a sip from your mug. Another wet dream. Another frustratingly fruitless attempt at masturbating. You didn’t say.

“Shame.I slept like a baby.” He smirked, winking at you.

Sam shook his head in disgust.

“Blonde, Brunette, or Ginger?” You asked on a yawn.
 "Brunette.“ Dean smirked, took a seat at the table and continued nursing his cup of coffee.
“And very…talented.”

“Yeah?” You said anxiously. He gestured toward the chair across from him. Sam watched wide eyed as you took a seat. Over the years, Dean had come to trust you enough to tell you about his conquests. You couldn’t help but want to know. As someone with little experience in that department, you found Dean’s exploits pretty fascinating. Sam however, disapproved.
  “Name is Raeleene. She’s about yay high,” he gestured with his hand, “curvy, big, and beautiful.” There was an almost wistful look on his face as he remembered the girl. She’s generous when it comes to foreplay and she likes to take it nice and slow.“ He told you with a smirk.
    You tried to imagine someone liking foreplay. It wasn’t the most enjoyable task at least not from what you’d heard.
“Can…can I ask you a question?” You inquired timidly.
“Shoot.” Dean took another sip from his mug.
“What makes foreplay so good?”
He frowned at you, pursing his lips.
“You’ve never had good head?”
He had the most serious look on his face. It made you uncomfortable.
“Well…no.” You admitted, careful not to elaborate.
He sighed. “You’re missing out.”
That was just the problem. You knew that and you had tried to fix it, but everytime things were getting passed the point of making out, you found yourself…distracted. Your eyes strayed to Sam. He stood with his back to you as he washed the dishes. Besides, you wanted to lose your virginity with someone you trusted not some guy you picked up at a bar.
“Do you give good head?” The question caught you off guard. You choked on the sip of coffee you had just taken. “Dean!” Sam scolded from his place at the sink. “How can you ask her that?”
“Sorry.” Dean grumbled. “Just wondering.”
“Well don’t.” His brother replied looking thoroughly offended.
“Alright, geeze.” Dean scoffed. “What’re we doing today?”
“I figured I’d do some laundry while I had the chance.” You told them. You were greatful for the change in subject. Although, you could not help but notice how much it had bothered Sam. Was it because he didn’t want to know those sorts of things about you? Or because he could tell it made you uncomfortable?  Part of you hoped, it was something else entirely.
    “Yeah, I should probably wash some clothes too.” Dean sighed standing.
“Oh heck no! Me first.” You stood and hurried to your room determined not to have the washer stolen right out from under you.
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 As you waited for your first load to dry, you decided to see what was on Netflix. Making yourself comfortable, you tucked your legs up underneath you and grabbed the remote.
To your disappointment, the majority of what you passed were tv shows. If you started watching one now, you would probably never finish it. After scrolling through the movies, you found one that looked interesting and started it.
     “Haven’t you seen that one like a hundred times?” Sam asked taking a seat next to you on the sofa.
You gave him a small smile. “A hundred and four.”

He grinned in amusement.

You fell into a comfortable silence as the movie played on.

“Who are you to criticize something you’ve never experienced?” Sebastian asked condescendingly.

“I wasn’t criticizing anything. It’s just my belief that people shouldn’t experience the act of love until they are in love. And I just don’t think people our age are mature enough to experience those kinds of emotions.”

“They’re pretty horrible people.” Sam commented, eyes still on the screen. “Why do you like this movie?”

You thought for a minute before answering.
“Well, I guess the basic message I got from it is that anyone is capable of change. Even a manipulative asshole like Sebastian.”
 
He nodded once, his attention on the movie.

“ Oh please Annette. You spend all your time preaching about waiting for love. Well here it is. Right in front of you, but you’re going to turn your back on it. I’m sorry that we’re not at the age where we can get married. If we were, I’d propose, but that’s not going to happen. So I guess we’re just fucked. I’ll move on, but you… you’re going to have to live with yourself knowing you’ve turned your back on love. And that makes you a hypocrite.”

“I think, the only people I like in this whole movie are Aunt Helen and the lady in the nursing home.” Sam leaned back stretching his long arm around the back of the sofa. “They’re the most relatable.”

You laughed. He had moved closer to you and you would be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying it. “I love to hate Katherine, but when I was in high school I was definitely like Cecile. Way too gullible and always getting dragged into my friends’ drama.”

“No way.” He turned to look at you, his beautiful smile made you melt.

Colorblind started playing in the background and you found you had a hard time not looking at Sam. It would be nice having someone’s attention completely on you, on pleasuring you like that. You sighed, eyes falling slowly over Sam’s face. If. only.
As if reading your thoughts, he turned to you his expression unreadable. Your gaze wandered from his hazel eyes to his pink lips.
    “Ugh, not watching that crap again, are you?” Dean complained plopping down on the other side of the sofa. You kept your eyes any where but on the screen, suddenly extremely self conscious of your choice in movie.
    “Wasn’t there something you had to do today?” Sam asked annoyed.
“Huh?” Green eyes looked from Sam to you and then back to the scene that was playing.
“Oh…oh! Yeah, I gotta go fix the, yeah.” Dean sputtered rising and quickly leaving the room.
 You frowned at Dean’s back as he walked away.
“Well that was weird.” You muttered turning back to Sam whose face was much closer to yours than you’d been expecting.

“Y/n.”

You swallowed nervously. “Yeah?”

“Have you ever had feelings for someone that you were friends with?”

“What kinds of feelings? Like sexual feelings?”

“Those too, but I mean deep feelings. Last person you think of before you go to sleep, first person you think of when you wake up kinds of feelings.“ 

“Oh. I…actually, yes.”

“We’ve been friends for some time now and I can’t help but feel that I should tell you the truth. I don’t know when it happened, Y/n, but somewhere along the way, I fell in love with you and if we lived a different kind of life, I would have asked you out a long time ago. But in this life, things are screwed up some times and the future is uncertain. So all I have to give you is this truth. My truth. I’m in love with you and I have no idea where we go from here.”

You blinked up at him in shock.
“Y-you’re in love with me?”

He ran a hand through his hair nervously. “Is it really that surprising?”

“Uh, Yes. I mean, I’m just, you know, me and you’re six feet four inches of gorgeous. How the hell does that make any-”

He cut you off by pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was gentle at first, all puckered lips and sweet sighs, but it grew turning into something more passionate. You and Sam had waited long enough. The urge to express how you truly felt through physical means was eating at you both.

“We could go to my room,” He suggested
“If you wanted to.” He added hesitantly.

“If I? Yes. I definitely want to.” You winced at how eagerly you had responded. “uhm, I mean, yeah we could try that.”

Sam chuckled taking your hand in his, he lead you down the hallway to his room.

Sam kissed you roughly, hungrily, his big warm hands running over your sides. When he pulled away, you were both out of breath. “Lay down” He commanded, his fervent gaze kept you from arguing. You hurried to comply, stripping out of your clothes as quickly as possible. Crawling up to the middle of the bed, you turned on to your back eagerly. Sam unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged out of it.  Unbuckling his belt, he unbuttoned his jeans and let them drop. Sam stepped out of his pants, standing before you in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. Your eyes lowered slowly down his frame, taking in his broad shoulders, bare chest, lean hips and long legs.
    You watched as he pulled open the drawer to his night stand and brought out a silk cord. Your belly tightened in anticipation. You were frightened and excited at the thought of what was to come. He tied your wrists together deftly, then brought them up above your head, securing the rope to his headboard.
     Completely at his mercy. The phrase passed through your mind, a hungry shiver running down your spine. You wondered briefly if you should tell him that it was your first time and decided against it.
Sam tried to maintain an almost apathetic expression. Truth be told it had been a long time since he’d felt nervous about getting in bed with a woman. Something about you threw him for a loop. You were gorgeous but not concited in the least. Intelligent, but humble, confident, but self deprecating. Nothing like the women he had been involved with in the past.
       He took a moment to appreciate your beauty before he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. You kissed him back with out hesitation. Your mouth molding to his. He slipped his tongue between your lips and began caressing it with his own.
 "Beautiful.“ He murmured in praise. More than enough to fill his palm, He thought looking at your breasts. Your nipples hardened under his gaze. He licked at one of the tight buds elicting a gasp from you.
You worried your lower lip between your teeth as he began to suck. The sensation of his lips and tongue teasing you brought to life an unfamiliar flame of heat within. He moved his attentions to your other breast, kneading it gently as he released your nipple with a wet suckling sound. You leaned into his touch, basking in the sensation of his rough hands on your soft skin. His palms ran down the length of your body, stopping at your hips. He kneaded them gently as he kissed his way down your stomach.
    "Sam” You gasped as his lips grazed your pelvis.
  He paused looking up at you questioningly. “Do you want me to stop?” He nipped gently at  your hip. “All you have to do is say the word and I’ll stop.”
   You pressed your lips together tightly. As nervous as you were, you didn’t want him to stop.
 "Good.“ He murmurred. Carefully parting your thighs, he situated himself between them. Hooking his arms around them, he brought his mouth to the most intimate part of you. His warm breath hitting the sensitive flesh was unlike anything you had ever felt before. You quivered underneath him as his lips met yours in a wet kiss. His tongue trailed through your labia, swirling gently when it reached your clit. You moaned loving the way his soft lips felt against your swollen skin. He licked you deeply running the back of his tongue from clitoris to perineum. The evidence of your arousal trickled down your folds. He caught it on his tongue, humming his approval of the taste of you. He thrust his tongue into your cunt. You cried out. Had your hands been free you would have been gripping at the sheets.
” oh mmmm Sam” you moaned as his tongue moved in and out of you.
    He alternated between long slow strokes and tracing teasing circles around your clit. Sam loved the taste of you. The sounds of pleasure you made as you got wetter and wetter spurred him on. His cock was so hard it almost hurt, but he couldn’t stop, not until he had you right where he wanted you.

Your juices dripped down his chin. You were mewling, grinding your hips up, trying to get more friction. A bit more and you would get there. He relinquished his hold on you, moving just out of reach. He looked up at you from between your legs.
    “Sam…Sam please.” You begged, for what you weren’t sure. But you needed it, needed something. You swallowed anxiously.
“Do you want to cum?” He asked breathlessly.
 You nodded vigorously.
“Say it.” He demanded.
You pouted, your lower lip trembling. It was dirty. Embarrassment colored your cheeks a light pink.
He leaned back into you, “You. taste. so. good.” each word was punctuated with a light kiss to your clitoris.

“Unnnh Sam,” You breathed grinding down against his face.

“Mmmmm….” He hummed against your aching flesh. The vibrations only made you wetter at your core.

He licked your pussy from entrance to clit, tracing another tight circle around the small bundle of nerves.

“Oooh God.” You murmurred looking down into his mesmerizing hazel eyes.

He kissed your inner thigh, nipping gently at your skin.

“You want more, baby?” He asked his voice husky with arousal, hands pinning you down against the mattress.

You nodded getting even more turned on by the sound of his voice.

“Then, say it.” Sam growled. It did things to you, that primal edge to his voice.

“I want to cum.” You mumbled.

“Louder.”

“I want to cum, please!” You tried again.
“Good girl.”
You cried out as he took your clit between his lips and sucked, hard. Better than in any romance novel you’d ever read. Better than the decadent chocolate cake your friend had sworn was “orgasmic.” A pleasure so intense it blacked out your vision as it wracked through your body. It sent every nerve ending aflame in ecstasy. It was a delicious burn that died out much more slowly than it came, leaving a feeling of complete satisfaction in its wake.
Sam kissed the inside of your thigh and crawled up over you. He took your breath in a lingering kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. He pushed the front of his boxers down just low enough to free his erection. You were afraid. It was both long and thick, bigger than what you had imagined. Mistake. You had made a huge mistake. It was time to come clean. You started to speak, but before you could utter a single syllable, the head of his cock was pushing into your cunt. It was a strange feeling, having something foreign suddenly stretching you from the inside. Panic caused your body to tense. A wave of pain rolled through your cervix. You released the air from your lungs. It sounded like you had been punched in the gut and felt like it too.
    You didn’t have to ask him to stop. Sam noticed your discomfort immediately. He held still above you, freezing mid-action.
“Y/n? A-are you okay?” He asked his voice strained.
“Aaah hurts. It-it hurts.” You admitted wincing.

“I’m sorry. Here, let me…” He started to pull out, but you stopped him.

“Don’t! Don’t move.”
He furrowed his brow in confusion.
“I…I’ve never done this before.” You said through clenched teeth.
   Leaning down onto his forearms, he gazed lovingly into your eyes. “Y/n, look at me. Do you trust me?” He spoke calmly, hazel eyes full of warmth and understanding.
“Yes.”
“Then listen to me, the more relaxed you are, the less it will hurt. Don’t focus on the pain, focus on me.”
You nodded keeping your eyes on his. He leaned in and kissed you slowly. His lips molded to yours tenderly. The tip of his tongue traced a line across the crevice between your lips and you parted them. Your tongues met, tangling and untangling in a leisurely kiss. Moving carefully, he reached up and unhooked the silk cord from the headboard. He unbound your wrists and tossed the length of rope like material onto the floor. Taking your hands in his, he massaged your wrists. Sam pressed sweet kisses to the insides of your wrists then placed your hands on his shoulders. You ran your palms down his chest. His toned body was firm to the touch. You ran your finger tips down his stomach, reveled in the hitch in his breath.
“You’re perfect.” You whispered, your eyes on his chiseled chest.
“Far from.” He protested taking in a shakey breath.
You wanted to disagree, but his lips were kissing and nibbling at your neck.
Your hands continued their exploration of his body. Sam breathed low and heavy against your collarbone. You trembled.
“S-sam” you all but moaned.
His heavy lidded gaze told you everything you needed to know. He was every bit as ready as you were.

His hips pressed gently forward pushing him a little deeper into you. You gasped a little at the fullness, but there was little pain. A dull stinging sensation. Nothing more. He gave you a moment to adjust, then he sank deeper into you.
He looked down at you questioningly and you nodded. He pulled slowly out of you. The natural wetness of your arousal grew, making it easier for his cock to slide in and out of your tight cunt.
Sam thrust fully into you. You gasped lightly at the feeling of his cock inside you.
“Are you okay?” He asked breathlessly.

“Yes.” You assured him, holding onto his biceps.

His cock slid in and out of you more easily now. His hips moving towards yours and away at just the right angle. A feeling built inside of you. A fervent feeling of want. It was a kin to what you’d experienced when he was eating you out, but even more urgent. The length of his cock dragged against your walls as he entered and withdrew. The pleasure scattered your thoughts until there was nothing more, but him and you. A heady buzz growing in your womb as he moved.
  Sam groaned as your walls began to clench around his shaft. The hunger for fullfillment becoming need. His thrusting was now less controlled. You lifted your hips up off the mattress meeting his every thrust.
“Unnnh oh, oh Sam” You moaned as the pressure built.
 He snapped his hips roughly in to you. His pelvis grazing your clitoris with ever motion.
“Aaaah, aaah mmm… Sam ” Enraptured by  the sudden sensation of ultimate bliss. Your second orgasm showered you in an abundance of euphoric joy.
 Sam followed soon after, your name rolling off his tongue in a litany of adoration.
     The two of you lay there in each others arms. Your love for each other finally laid bare.  The looming ghost of a once dark future vanquished by the bright potential of your love.

Episode Review: "All you got in this world are your people." [S02E20]

On a scale of 1 to 10, how traumatized are we feeling right now?

Y: I am very not ok. Very very not ok. Like, absolutely, totally very not ok. So very not ok that I am considering going to see Dr. Sun. You know?

L:  Googolplex. I am typing this from the fetal position. Have to take frequent chocolate breaks. Maybe we can get a group discount with Dr. Sun? But on the other hand… This episode was so good!!!

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anonymous asked:

Hello! Could you maybe write Henry saving F!Mu from being kidnapped? Maybe with Morgan included somewhere in there if it's not to much to ask!

(Want to change the name? Use this!)

When he woke up, he was in very unfamiliar territory. Morgan was leaning over him, tears bubbling in his eyes. Henry cracked his eyes open, albeit painfully, unsure what to make of the current situation. There was definitely blood on his face, as he could taste it in his mouth. Weirdly enough, Morgan had his own little stream of it running down the side of his head.

“…Huh. Cult ritual go wrong, again?” He guessed, voice surprisingly hoarse. To his surprise, Morgan shook his head no. He looked legitimately frightened about something. “No? What happened, then?”

“I-it’s Mother!” Morgan choked out. Immediately Henry was on edge, looking at his future son with a quirked eyebrow and minor frown.

“What about your mom? She didn’t get turned into a toad by accident, did she?” Morgan tripped over his words, trying to explain why Henry was just waking up from whatever happened. Henry wasn’t sure whether he should be amused or concerned.

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It really bothers me that when ppl talk about gaybaiting on blizzard they don’t even address Hog n Rat…… idk, I can’t help thinking if Hog was skinny and JR’s wasn’t ugly ppl would be as vocal of the whole “find someone who looks at you the way (Junkrat) looks at (Roadhog)” and “guess who’s really on top” and all the other stuff, as they’re of baited ships w/ skinny pretty people.


matching design/skins, unique dialogue and most interaction than most other pairs, “femenine” interests, together in next to all their official art, JR wearing patches related to RH’s interest on the back of his pants, matching nail polish, Hog breaking his “scary” persona only to remind things to JR or tell jokes/ keep him safe, Rat getting angry when others defeat Hog since he is the “only allowed” to do so, blizzard joked at least 2 times comparing them with a romantic couple….. not to start anything bu…. the baiting been rather strong with them for a while and before any other pair……. im sure if Hog was skinny you’ see more people addressing it as much as with the very recent m*h*nz0.


Reblog again because I’m on my weekly “joking about two men having a relationship but not confirming it is really sketchy” and “fandom only cares about gay ships when it’s hot”  rant

baileytsample  asked:

For the one year celebration. 💜 oh man there are so many things to like but i guess that my favorite is the nostalgic feel the whole show had. I wasn't alive in the 80s but that is how i grew up so it brought back a ton of things i loved about my childhood. 😊

Thanks for joining in, Bailey! I also wasn’t alive in the 80s but my dad raised me on 80s movies and David Bowie, so I felt instantly connected to the atmosphere of the show. I had a lot of fun with your board and I almost incorporated something hockey-related, but space aesthetics are way nicer! 

We Bring the Boys Out! (Mood Board #10)

SURPRISE!!! I am back with the last installment of the whole special mood boards for my series, We Bring the Boys Out!, exciting huh? Anyway, if you haven’t guessed it yet, the second to last mood board was inspired by the couple Jailene @philophobia999& Jimin, which creates JaiMin! Seriously, I think they have the most amazing ship name because it sounds like Jimin still but with an A attached lol For them, I honestly see Jimin being intimidated by how cold Jailene can appear to be; thus. her making all the moves in the beginning. This couple is another good example of opposites attract (in a way) but more of a “don’t judge a book by its’ cover”.!

Stay tune for the last couple! 10 down! Only 1 more to go!

- Kimi


The Other Ships: 

JeyHyung | HanKook | YoonLyn | ChrySon | BilGyeom | MarNeul | AliSeok | JaeDie | NaNi | JIM

BTS - types of Pillow talk [pt. 1]

// Pt.2 (Hoseok, Jimin) //  // Pt.3 (Taehyung,Jungkook) //


Jin: He wouldn’t really be the type to be into “pillow talk” per say. I think that he would rather be the type to enjoy your presence, and keep you wrapped firmly in his arms, while he gently rocks you back and forth. For some people, less words mean more, and I think this would apply to him. Also because he wouldn’t hesitate to tell you any worries etc. he had while you two were cooking together (or he was cooking for you), he wouldn’t really have much to say by the time you two are actually in bed together. Nights with him would be simply comforting. You two would stay in each other’s arms for hours and hours, while you slowly drift off and forget about time.

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Namjoon: Every single night would be pillow talk with him. He’s the type that “bottle’s up” his problems, so this time with you would be his time to talk about anything and everything with you. You would be on your side facing him while his hand was snaked around your whole body, lazily drawing patterns on your back. 

One minute he would be talking about philosophical things – “what do you think life is, exactly?, I mean why would life be created, if we were just meant to ‘cruise along’?. In a way, maybe life was simply made for everyone to find their purpose. But then what’s the MAIN purpose, that everyone can relate to?”. Then he would return to his greesy romantic self, and say something like “ I guess something everyone could relate to is love. So in a way, I guess my life’s purpose was to meet you, and love you until I die”, while he looked deeply into your eyes and gently caress your face like it was all he needed until he died. 

After what seemed like hours and hours of talking, you would find yourself slowly drifting off to sleep with Namjoon still drawing patterns on your back. He would slowly pull yourself into his arms, and you would nuzzle your head into his chest until you fell fully asleep in his warm embrace.


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I volunteered for a rock n roll camp for girls this week & the drummer in the band I coached has a lot of autistic traits. She opened up to me & told me she was lonely & that she feels lonely at school too & she thought camp would be different & she didn’t want to go back to camp next year. She’s 13 and she was literally taking about how I guess this is just her life & that she just has to accept loneliness. & honestly that fucked me up cuz 1.) It hurts that she’s in pain 2.) Loneliness, especially in those formative teen years is relatable.

I wanted to tell her how much I relate & tell her that even though I still get lonely I worked so hard & I’m the most connected to the world & to people than I’ve ever been my whole life. But I didn’t. I just listened & asked her questions & tried to reassure her that her feelings are understandable.

today I made sure she was never alone. I didn’t push her to participate when she didn’t want to. Tried to get her excited & to match her moods more. at the end of camp when I asked her if she was coming back she got really excited & said she was.

IDK. It made me happy. Like really wish I had a camp like this one as a kid. Would helped a lot.

Temporary Home

Characters – TFW x Reader

Summary – The reader, an occasional hunting buddy of the Winchesters, wishes for a permanent home.

Word Count – 1,852

Warnings – None

A/N – Written for @lunarsaturn88’s 28th Birthday Song Celebration.  Happy birthday!!!  My prompt was Temporary Home by Carrie Underwood

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Your name: submit What is this?


You hadn’t really wanted to go out to the bar; what you’d really wanted to do was crawl into bed and forget everything until tomorrow.  But Sam and Dean had looked so disappointed when you said you didn’t want to go. You didn’t get to see them often, so you felt bad about cutting your visit short.  Tomorrow you’d go your separate ways, and you’d head east to another motel in another town for another hunt.  So, you sucked it up, got cleaned up, and joined them at the bar.

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While I’m back on my computer, I guess I can kinda use this blog as a blog?

IDK- just stating here because it’s Voltron-relate that… I’m actually not the biggest fan of people heavily pushing the whole ATLA thing on VLD. Going “X is Space [Avatar character] and “what if VLD did this thing that ATLA did?”

And I can understand that VLD doing scenarios/narratives that was done in ATLA/LOK can be interesting… it’s just that’s it’s a bit tiring to see it done quite a lot in the speculation posts I’ve come across.

Foreteller Ava

Aight, my blog has been mostly scarce amounts of SU content, but the KH vigour has been reawakened by this new trailer. I just have to take a moment to appreciate the foretellers in their full glory. And by a moment i mean a good week.

Firstly there’s my personal favourite; Ava.

Not only has she been destroying the union rankings in unchained, but she seems to be the only foreteller making a genuine effort to make sure that the keyblade wielders don’t all die in the coming war. She’s also the only one smiling in her 2d art, leading me to believe she has a very caring and polite personality, similar to our homegirl Kairi.

Ava genuinely seems like she’s the one trying to keep her friends from tearing each other apart, and i can relate to that. She’s clearly a fairly small woman, and she might be a pretty young master as far as masters go, meaning that she might be a prodigy of some kind. Her friendship with Ephemera also seems to imply that she’s a bit more down to earth than the other foretellers. In general she just seems like a great person and if anything happens to her in back cover I will be inconsolable.

I’ll be making 4-5 more posts on these characters, and many more in the months to come, so I guess this blog just got a whole lot more Kingdom Hearts related.