damn. i will finish it later


Finished the armatized cutiepie <3

Legolas: It’s a Balrog!

Gandalf: *internally* I am so damn tired of all of this already. If I fight the Balrog, I’ll die and get to chill back in Valinor. 

Gandalf: This is a foe beyond any of you. Leave! I will face him. 

*Later, in Valinor*

Manwe: Gandalf, we’re gonna send you back again to help finish the job. There’s a lot more work to do. 

Manwe: Also this time we’re sending you back naked. 

Pick Up Lines (Spideypool Quick Fic)

So this… this got ridiculous lol
For my anon prompt: is that a phone in your back pocket because your ass is calling me

Peter is Andrew Garfield/ Wade is Ryan Reynolds

“Hey did it hurt?”

“Huh?” Peter looked up from brushing the dirt off his suit to see Deadpool peering down at him from the fire escape in the dirty alley.

“Oh. Hey Wade. Did what hurt? Oh the–” he motioned to his dirty suit. “Just took a tumble through a construction yard chasing someone. No biggie.”

“No, I meant did it hurt when you fell from Heaven.” Wade corrected, leering at Spider-Man from behind his mask.

“Good grief.” Peter muttered and turned away. “Don’t you have anything better to do than spy on me and drop terrible pick up lines?”

Well.” Wade dropped onto the ground next to him. “I’d definitely have something better to do if you’d go out with me.”

“I told you no dates.” Peter said firmly. “My identity is very inportant to me, and you need to respect that. Besides–” and now he was grateful his mask covered his blush. “–besides you just like me because I’m covered in spandex.”

“I resent that!” Wade sounded horrified. “While I will admit to staring for hours at your…at your….” his head tilted to the side exaggeratedly, dropping to stare at Peter’s ass. “Sorry, what was I saying?”

“You were agreeing that we’d never date.” Peter said firmly, and shot a web towards the sky, shooting up and out of the alley before Deadpool could say anything else.

“Damn.” He chuckled and scratched at his head. “Spidey playing hard to get.”
Wade landed with a thump on the roof next to Peter and tossed him a chimi.

“Thank god.” Peter mumbled and shoved his mask up to just above his nose so he could eat. “Thank you so much.”

“No worries.” Wade lifted his own mask to take a bite of his food, and Peter made sure not to look. He didn’t ever look, knowing that if Wade thought for one second that he was staring, the mask would come down and this relaxed moment between them would end.

They were happening more and more– post patrol, both of them starving after a night of fighting crime. Wade usually disappeared for a few minutes and reappeared with food and they would sit and eat together before going their separate ways.

It was nice, for all of Wade’s bluster and bullshit, he actually enjoyed the early morning quiet like this. Both fully in their suits, both still coming down from the high of fighting… just hanging out watching the sun rise.

It was… nice.

And Peter wasn’t going to do anything to spoil it.

“Got you a name tag.” Wade said casually inbetween bites of food.

“What now?” Peter asked, confused.

“Got you a name tag.” Wade reached into the bag next to him and threw a giant handful of white packets in Peter’s face.

“What the–damn it Wade!” Peter pushed them off his legs. “Why are you throwing sugar at—”

Wade started laughing.

“Are you kidding me?” Peter finally asked and Wade laughed harder. “Are you kidding me with this?”

“Aw, come on sugar!” Wade made kissy faces at him and Peter just rolled his eyes.

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Her Hero

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky run out of food and make a stop at the grocery store, but someone is about to change Bucky’s life and the way he thinks about himself.

Warnings: Mentions of sex and oral sex but if you blink you miss it. Pure Fluff like I think you may die.

Word Count: 817

Originally posted by anthvnystcrk

‘You okay, Buck?’ you asked as he started to open all of the cupboard doors, close them and reopen them like food was magically going to appear in them.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to rationalise with himself, that he was over reacting. ’(Y/N), we have no food.’

You just laughed it off and skipped over to him. You ran your roamed over his bulky chest soothingly, calming him almost immediately once your hands entwined behind his neck. 'Baby, you need to calm down, you could have texted while I was out.’

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At long last my semester-long quest to finish my Mercy sculpture has been completed, and hot damn am I happy with how it turned out

I’ll probably be taking more pictures with a better background later, but for now enjoy this video turnaround, or check out more pictures under the cut!

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andreil happy fics! ♥

basically, I’ve spent the previous week going through the AFTG tag (yes, I went through all the 1250 works) on ao3, because I needed more content, official or not. and since it was so freaking hard to find some quality happy content™ (bc apparently y'all like to suffer that much —which, to be fair, I should have expected and I can #relate), I thought I could make it easier for anyone else seeking it and share it here! 🎉

so this is a recommendation list with my favorites ones so far; they’re all from ao3, and if you find any of your works there and want me to remove them from this list, just message me and I’ll remove it. if you have any recommendations for me to add here, message me too! ♥ I haven’t read anything from ff.net or tumblr just yet, but I plan on doing that later this week.

they’re not all entirely happy and they’re not that happy either, but then again that’d be hard considering the amount of trauma and tragedy the authors have to work with (thanks nora). but!!! they’re happy enough to make it to this post, so yeah! you’ll probably gonna enjoy them.

right now there are more oneshots, canon-ish, mostly set right after TKM or a few years in the future. I might add an AU and multi-chapter category later, so keep checking for updates! and don’t forget to show appreciation for the authors by leaving comments and kudos! ♥

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Savior Ink

Every artist has their signature and hers, it’s cover-ups. Sometimes it’s to mask a now unwanted tat but her favorite is to cover a scar, or as she likes to explain to her clients, honor it. She gets a rush at taking something unwanted and turning into something to cherish.“ 

(Modern AU / Rated T / 3200 words / AO3

The heels of her boots are loud against the poured concrete floor of the hallway, the last quiet spot before reaching the constant swarm beyond the double swinging doors. Ten years in and she still quickens her pace to enter the one place she’s ever felt it in her heart to call home. The buzzing hits her like a lover’s embrace, melting the tension from her shoulders brought on by a restless night’s sleep.

Ruby’s client’s tongue is trapped between her red tipped fingers, slightly swollen from the shiny new  barbell piercing she’s securing with a sultry wink. Emma can practically feel the pheromones pulsing around the pair as the beautiful asian owner of said tongue blushes furiously as Ruby’s thumb brushes against her bottom lip. It doesn’t take a genius to know that Ruby will be offering to show this new client how to really make use of that piercing, with hands and tongue on demonstration devoid of any clothes.

Emma catches Belle’s eye from behind the counter and they share a knowing smile, both of them used to Ruby’s sexual adventures thanks to her love for giving the entire shop a very detailed play by play.

“Hey Ems, there’s coffee on your station.”

Ah, salvation. Belle is seriously the best, keeping this pack of lady tattoo artists organized and as drama free as possible, considering they’ve all gotten on the same damn cycle.

“What would I do without you?”

Belle just waves her off and goes back to adding to the schedule of appointments on the computer. There’s already three people waiting on the sunken leather couch in the front corner and Emma starts the process of getting her station set up for the day. Other than the appointment with Anton later on tonight to finally finish the intricate beanstalk tattoo on his back, she’s free for the rest of the day for walk-ins.

“I call dibs on stubbled and broody in the armchair, darling. He’s just this side of smarmy and I need the eye candy to help me wake up.”


Emma doesn’t even look up from her prep as Crue slinks by on wispy limbs towards her prey. Here’s hoping the guy wants a dog tattoo, cause that’s just about the only thing that woman is good at.

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I’ve been into Yona of the Dawn for the past three years, but its only this year that I’ve decided to cosplay from one of my most favorite series!! I started out with Lili and Yona’s fancy cover art illustrations, and then I decided to crunch three more Yona costumes in a week for an upcoming con. I swear I’m usually better about pacing myself but I got pretty swamped with my friend’s wedding earlier in the month and I was left with a week to finish three Yona cosplays for Colossalcon this year.

Literally the only reason these got finished was thanks to the endless support of @automb @nana-cai and @tomyo!! They helped with ironing and pinning and the simple sewing so I could focus on draping my patterns, crafting, and keeping my wits together.

I know my cosplay compilation posts tend to get really chatty and long so I’ll put the rest under a read more!!

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anonymous asked:

You heard nothing

SickFic Prompt “You Heard Nothing!”

Btw, I am so sorry I have had tumblr for almost a year and I didn’t know my ask box was closed!

Rowan Whitethorn had grown used to his mate’s stubbornness, but it was getting out of hand.

“Aelin you’re sick, just let me take care of you,” he begged, but judging by the stubborn rigidity of Aelin’s spine, begging was getting him nowhere.

She only continued to read the various reports from the lords and ladies of Terrasen. Rowan groaned and stepped up behind her, sliding a hand over her shoulder. Even through the cotton of her shirt, her skin burned. He frowned and ignored her shout of protest as he pressed his palm to her brow.

Sure enough it was burning with a fever.

She shoved him off and continued to make notes from the reports.

Rowan walked silently to the front of her desk, bracing both of his hands on the cool mahogany top.

“Aelin,” he murmured again.

“I am not sick, Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius, and if you want sex in the next century, you’ll be a good Fae and let me look over the rest of these reports!”

He resisted the urge to growl at her. “You can finish the damned reports in the morning, you need sleep.”

Aelin set down her quill and frowned at him. “I. Am. Fine.”

Rowan huffed, “At least let me get Yrene.”

Aelin shook her head once. End of discussion.

He sighed and kissed her head, “Well, I’ll be in bed, love.”

Aelin sighed, “I love you, you overbearing beast.”

Rowan chuckled against her hair, “I love you, too, stubborn ass.”

She swatted at him as he walked away, and despite himself he grinned.

A few minutes later, Rowan was staring at the dark ceiling when he heard what could only have been a sneeze.

He sat up in bed. “I heard that, Princess!” he shouted.

“You heard nothing!” She shouted back.

Rowan flopped back down and groaned. She was going to work herself to death.

Another sneeze cut through the silence, then a wet cough. Rowan sat up again, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, fully intending to pick her up and force her to take a break.

But before he could, he heard footsteps coming from inside the study, and saw the light go out. Aelin shuffled in a moment later, hunched over and frowning. In her hand she held a candle and in the other the cup of tea she’d been nursing since she had started the reports.

“Not a word, Rowan.”

She shivered and Rowan frowned again. It was the middle of summer. He tugged back the sheets and beckoned for her to climb in. She slid in without protest, and Rowan instantly tugged her against his chest. She was burning up.

“Fireheart, you need to cool off,” he couldn’t help the concern that crept into his voice. Aelin shivered again, “I’m already cold.”

Rowan frowned and slid off the bed, walking towards the bathing room. In there, he grabbed a wash cloth and dampened it, cooling it with a tiny gust of wind. Aelin didn’t complain when he crawled back into bed and pressed the cloth to her forehead.

“Do you want me to call for Yrene?” Rowan brushed his thumb over her cheek. Through the dark, he saw Aelin open her eyes. “No— maybe in the morning, but I,” she paused, smiling. Rowan raised a brow, “What?”

Aelin let out a raspy laugh. “I like you taking care of me.”

Rowan figured he was lucky that Aelin was actually allowing him to. It wasn’t often she relinquished control. He leaned down and kissed her burning skin.

“I’ll always take care of you, Fireheart.”

"We've known season 7 since before seasons 5 and 6" - the true story of what PLL is all about, is right around the corner.

I’m still here hoping that in the series finale they completely re-do Charlotte’s story from 610. I’m a firm believer that the writers were faced with a bloody monstrous task when writing 610: how do we give the fans a satisfying and logical Big A reveal, when we are going to INTENTIONALLY give them lies? I think that the finale will see the truth finally come out:

Charlotte pushed Marion off the roof, and blamed Bethany. Jessica, who was on the board of Radley, helped her niece get away with this.

Bethany escaped Radley that night to get revenge on Charlotte for blaming her for Marion’s death, and also revenge on Jessica for helping Charlotte get away with it.

Radley called Jessica to say Bethany has escaped. Jessica knew this meant that Bethany was coming after her and Charlotte.

To protect herself and her aunty who she loved, Charlotte thought she hit Bethany on the head with the rock. But she hit Ali.

Mona hits Bethany thinking it was Ali and then Melissa buries her, aiming to protect Spencer.

And, since Bethany was blamed for Marion’s murder, Charlotte’s story in 610 was exaggerated. Her out privileges were never taken from her. She did have a roommate, she did attend college, she did attend Rosewood High (hence the yearbook picture) and she did go to all of Eric Kahn’s parties. She left Radley far earlier than she lied about in 610; she was no longer a patient hence she needed a visitors pass to see Mona. How did CeCe even know to go visit Mona, if she wasn’t “sneaking into the room next-door for bedtime stories with the new patient?” Wren told us in 323 that Melissa called CeCe and told her about Mona having been admitted to Radley. That’s how CeCe knew to go visit her. This is why Wren is back. To reveal that he authorised these passes for CeCe who was no longer a patient.

Just because Charlotte was never blamed for Marion’s murder, her motive for being A isn’t reduced. She finally found something in life she could succeed at, and it did become her drug, after her transphobic father punished her for wanting to be herself.

I think that is the true story of Pretty Little Liars that they’ve been wanting to tell for years, and the fact that they managed to come up with something somewhat logical in 610 to hide this, is kind of genius. Unfortunately, the challenge of “giving intentional lies which must come across as the truth” was too hard, because we did have plot holes. Evidently, these plot holes can be fixed. But now the show is ending, and the true version of events, which had been planned longer than the fake version, will finally be revealed. I want to emphasise again that it’s pretty damn impressive that they came up with an entire fake story in parallel to the real story.

(I’ll add that it’s possible Bethany made it out alive from that night and then killed Charlotte, after failing that night. While Charlotte was A, she was everywhere yet she was nowhere. While she was in Welby, she was untouchable. Yet, when the time came for her to be released from Welby 5 years later, Bethany wanted her out so she can finish the job she failed that night. I’ve already theorised most of this on my blog before, specifically in my post dedicated to Bethany in my important posts tab. But the point of this post is to emphasise that I think there is one story which comes in two versions: the fake version from 610 and the real version from 720.)

Spackling (USUK)

The building superintendent of Arthur’s new apartment building was hot. Actually, he was so hot, Arthur filled the rental application he was given without much thought because he wasn’t able to think straight at the time.

Actually, well, he was having trouble thinking straight for a while now, but he was still coming to terms with the fact that he, maybe, perhaps, was gay. But looking at that guy, that handsome, strong, tall, blond man… gosh, Arthur thought, I want to kiss him, I want to fucking kiss him, and that was pretty much when he accepted the fact that he was at least a little bit gay for sure.

He rented the apartment and the good part about not having thought too much about it was that the apartment had some problems, such as an annoying dripping faucet and creaking doors and some small holes on the walls where frames used to be, and the reason why those were good thing was that…

“Hello? Hi, Jones, right? Sorry to bother you, but my kitchen faucet is dripping again… could you come fix it?”

“Yeah, sure, no problem! I’ll go there in one hour, is that okay? I need to finish some things first.”

“Yes, of course. No problem.”

… he could call Alfred Jones to come fix them.

Arthur always pictured superintendents as old people for some reason, but as he learned from Jones’ visits to fix things in his apartment, Arthur’s Super (hot) was only twenty-five and he had taken the job because it granted him free rent.

“And I’m a mechanical engineering student anyway, so I don’t mind fixing some faucets and stuff, it’s easy, I mean, a few faucets and taking out the garbage and removing snow? Heck, I used to do these for free for my parents, and now doing it grants me free rent, I’m living the dream, man.” Jones had said, laughing, and Arthur had laughed too because Jones had such a precious laugh. Kinda loud, actually, but still precious.

Arthur wished he could tell him that without sounding too creepy. That is, Arthur had no idea if Alfred was into “dudes” or “ladies” or “other genders and stuff, I don’t know much about them actually, but I heard there’re others? And I wish I knew more about it but I feel kinda awkward asking people these things, like, I don’t wanna sound like an asshole since I know some people think I’m one coz I play football and all… I mean, I’m not, just in case you’re wondering…”, so he didn’t want to assume. Jones was pretty much the only person he talked to in the building, and Arthur didn’t want to lose it. He liked Alfred a lot.

He liked Alfred so much he made sure to find something wrong with his apartment at least once a week, so Alfred would come over, fix it, and Arthur would offer him a glass of juice (since he didn’t like tea; nobody was perfect, after all) and ask him about university and football and video games, just to keep Alfred talking and to get to know him better, to know everything there was to know about that person and maybe, perhaps, some day all that talking would lead to kissing, and it was not like Arthur caught himself thinking about such things oddly often, but… but he did.

So that week, after having all his faucets, doors, windows and carpets fixed, Arthur decided it was time to get rid of that small, almost insignificant hole in the bedroom wall because he didn’t have anything else to fix and he wanted to see Alfred, he kind of needed to see Alfred, because even if he tended to get nervous and awkward around him, talking to Alfred relaxed him and he had been up all night finishing up a project, so he really, really wanted to relax a bit so he’d be able to get some sleep later.

So he called Alfred in his sleep-deprived state and said:

“Hey, Jones, it’s Arthur. I was wondering if you could come over later and fill a hole for me in my bedroom?”

And he was so tired he didn’t even find the quick silence strange until Alfred said:

“Damn, I thought you’d never ask.”

And Alfred was chuckling a bit, which was strange because Arthur didn’t think Alfred had ever noticed that hole before, so he answered with a confused:


To which Alfred echoed:


There was a bit of confused silence before Arthur explained:

“I… I was talking about the hole on my wall? I think there used to be a frame there or something…”

Awkward silence now.

“Oh… sure, yeah.”

“… What… what did you think I meant?”

“Uh, nothing? I was talking about the same thing as you were, all along. No idea what you’re saying, dude.”

“Aw.” Arthur let out, and then died inside in embarrassment, but only until Alfred added:

“I mean? Unless there’s, uh, there’s other holes you want me to take care of?” awkward laugh, “I dunno, just saying. That’s my job after all. Not filling people’s holes, I mean… no, wait, what?” more laughter, “Oh, geez. Sorry, please don’t hate me now! I’m just—anyway! I’ll just… I see you later!”

And he hang up.

Arthur was too tired to think straight, but not tired enough to not think gay, and, okay, he was totally sure Alfred was at least a little bit gay too now.

And it was a very gay thing to be happy about, he thought, but he was also sure he himself was more than a little bit gay, so that was alright.

The One And Only // Lip Gallagher

“Ian! Get the fuck off me!” I scream as my best friend continues to tickle me. “I’m serious! I’m going to pee, get off!” I say through numerous giggles.

“Okay, okay,” He says breathlessly. “Go to the toilet. I don’t want to be peed on!” I laugh in response and head to the bathroom. I walk in and see Carl shoving his head in the toilet bowl.

“Get outta here you little rascal! Fiona’s not gonna be happy when she finds out you had your head in the toilet bowl.” I joke.

“The water got cut off and I needed to wash my hair somehow!” He grins and leaves to cause more mischief. I do my business and hurry back to Ian’s room to pay him back somehow.

“Gallagher! You little gay fuck! It’s pay back time.” I say as I storm into the Gallagher boy’s room.

“Pretty sure I’m not gay,” I hear someone say followed with a chuckle. I look up at the top bunk bed to see the one and only Phillip “Lip” Gallagher.

“Sorry Lip, you seen Ian?” I ask trying to play it cool. Right now I’m actually freaking out because I’ve had a crush on Lip ever since I can remember.

“He ran out yelling about how someone was going to get him. I think he went to Mickey’s place.” I groaned. “Oh wait! You’re the one that was going to get him.” He laughs. “Makes sense now.” Lip chuckles to himself as he jumps off the top bunk only wearing his boxers, I blush but I’m not too embarrassed. I’m used to this by now. I plop onto Ian’s bed and watch Lip get dressed in jeans and t-shirt. As creepy as that sounds I assure you it’s not.

“Coming out for a smoke?” Lip asks. I nod and follow him out of the house. I sit on the porch railing and grab a cigarette out of my pocket, Lip stands in front of me and gets a blunt out. I light mine and then use my lighter to light Lip’s. His face is quite close to mine right now, but I do not mind one bit.

“So Y/N, I was thinking.” He pauses and takes a drag. He blows the smoke out and lets the blunt hang out of his mouth. God, he looks so good right now. “I was wondering if you’d like to go out sometime?” I sit there in shock.

“What? You mean, as in like a date?” I ask nervously. He nods. “Sure!” I smile and take a drag of my cigarette.

“Great, I’ll take you out later. Gotta catch up on some homework. See ya later Y/N.” He finishes his sentence by quickly pecking my cheek. I giggle and watch him walk into the house.

“Damn that was cute,” I hear a familiar voice say. I look over to spot my annoying, red-head, gay, asshole best friend.
“Oh fuck off.” I pause. “We have some unfinished business,” I smirk as Ian’s eyes widened. He quickly catches on and runs straight into the house, with me following.

**sorry it’s short, I’m tired but I still wanted to write this before I forgot the idea**

Like the first time (Zach Dempsey x Reader)

hey! Like I told you, I was a little bit sacred of start writing because of the mistakes, but how there’s never too much Zach Dempsey imagines and because your beautiful messages I decided to give this a try. I hope you like it, if you do. Let me know :)

So the prompt is one that I requested a few days ago and no one wrote me but a lot of people wanted it so here you go : Zach Dempsey x reader when they’re a party and Zach is super drunk and starts hitting on girlfriend like, you’re the most beautiful woman in the whole world and we should date and you’re like Zach, I’m already your girlfriend, and he’s with his goofy smile thanking the sky because what did he do to deserve such an angel? Takes her hand and lets get out of here.


The key to party is totally to be on point; not too early, not too late. Why? If you arrive too early, you get bored, have those awkward conversations of what do we play, what do we do untill all the people arrive; and, if you’re too late, everyone is drunk.

But there wasn’t another option, you needed to finish that awful history project that was killing you. Or you are super freak about this project or your classmates don’t give a damn about the class. Anyway, your father was so kind that he took you to the party after you finished it.

-I’ll take you home later okay? – your father said smiling at you while you were heading out of the car – no it’s ok, thank you dad, I’ll probably just crash here or Zach will take me home – you said to him – ok sweetheart, take care – he shouted from the car window

- I will! Love you, bye! – you shouted while you rushed to the party. Unfortunately, everyone was already pretty drunk.

- Y/N! – you heard before you were embraced in a bone-breaking hug – you came! How are you? - breath…less- you managed to say before Jeff Atkins let you go apologizing with a smile – I don’t know if it was worth it that I came, they all seem pretty wasted – you said to Jeff looking around 

– Come on! The party is more alive than ever- he said opening his arms- we’re playing beer pong over there- he said pointing at the group of people laughing over the table- there are some people back there- said looking at the fire pit – and over there – pointing under a tree – there is Clay and Hannah, I’m traying to set them up for ages now, they’re so oblivious, you know? God! What is Tyler doing here? He’ll scare Hannah- Jeff was going to interrupt when you put your hand on his shoulder.

- Easy there, jeff. I’ve got this – you said walking to meet Clay and Hannah – Hey Tyler, What are you doing here ? You know, there’s not much material for the yearbook here
-hey Y/N! I know, I just was trying to…- to see if you find our dirty laundry?- you interrupted him. You knew Jeff was going to be nicer but this guy needed to chill- I prefer that you just go home- you lead him to the door and went back to Hannah and Clay- that’s okay, he’s gone now- you tell them
-thanks Y/N! - Hannah said showing a little smile- you just got here? I haven’t see you earlier- Clay asks
-yeah, I was fighting with that damn history project, but I’ll leave you alone, I have to find my boyfriend- you said looking to the crowd of people in Jeff’s backyard
-Zach was inside the house a while ago, playing some drinking games with his friends- said Hannah looking inside the house - that means I’ve already lost him, he must be totally wasted now. He can’t hold well his alcohol. Thanks guys!- you shouted to Clay and Hannah while you headed to the house.

Is it possible for a house to be more crowded? Seriously! Is not like the whole school came- where the hell out is Zach?!- you asked and throw yourself on the couch besides Jessica who was talking, red cup in hand, with Sheri and the rest of the team

- Hey girls- you said taking the red cup from jess and drinking it all in just one go so you could start to warm up at the party- have you seen my drunk of a boyfriend?- you asked while leaving the empty cup on the coffee table

- you! That was mine- jess said pouting while Sheri laughs at you two- we lost them like an hour ago- they were shouting and drinking in the kitchen- she said- well I don’t even bother looking for them…- you were trying to say when you all heard

- wow wow wow! Who do we have here?! Isn’t it the hottest group of cheerleaders that Liberty High has ever had?!?!- shouted Bryce Walker with arms open while he and his group came to you from the kitchen with red cups in hand. Everyone on the room cheered to Bryce’s words- what are you doing pretty ladies?- he asked when they stopped behind your couch- just chatting- you told him turning to see his group of friends, and when you eyes found your boyfriend you catch the exact moment when he saw you, he truly saw you. His eyes widening as he began walking to put himself in front of you

- Heeey Beutiful, what’s your name? – said YOUR boyfriend; who knelt in front of you on the couch; in his attempt of sexy voice – Oh my god, you’re so wasted – you muttered with a smile – what is it? I didn’t hear you babe – you looked at him in the eyes while he put a hand on your knee 

– Y/N, my name is Y/N Y/L/N – you said with a smug smile. He looked at you for a few seconds – well Y/N, let me tell you this. I THINK – he said putting his hand on his chest – THAT YOU – he said pointing at you – ARE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN THE WHOLE WORLD AND WE SHOULD TOTALLY DATE – everyone on the room started laughing while all your friends were around you looking at the scene – WHAT?! – Shouted Zach looking at his friends- Don’t you think she’s beautiful? she’s so beautiful, we should go on a date and you should become my girlfriend – he said looking for your eyes. You put your hand on his cheek stroking it - Zach babe, I’m already your girlfriend, oh god, you’re so drunk- you said smiling at him. 

The next thing that happened was the most beautiful thing. His eyes were shining like never before and he has this amazing goofy smile on his face, he put his hands on your face and kissed you, hot and long. You slide your arms over his neck and started messing with his hairwhile everyone cheered. 

- Damn Dempsey! He got the girl twice! Two times! can you believe it justin?! – Bryce said loudly at Justin who was at his side, behind the couch with his hands stroking Jessica’s shoulders – Shut up Bryce! – Jess told him while sheri was looking happily at you two – they’re so cute. 

Suddenly Zach stood up while holding your hand and fisting the sky with the other – I’VE GOT HER!! SHE’S MINE!! – Zach shouted to everyone in the room and they started cheering and laughing! – Come on! – Zach said tugging on your wrist and heading upstairs – where are we going ?!?- you said almost running behind him, damn this man and his long legs – to do what boyfriends and girlfriends do! – he shouted laughing while everyone stormed again on cheers and you heard his friends shouting “YO GO DEMPSEY!!” and “GOOD ONE BRO!!” but just before you close the door you heard Jeff Atkins screaming “NOT IN MY ROOM!! DAMN DEMPSEY!!” 

As you headed to the bed with your hot and slightly less drunk boyfriend you couldn’t help but think that if when he is drunk he will still be hitting on you and seeing you like the only girl for him, you’ll be totally safe. He put his arms around you and throw you to the bed. Damn Zach Dempsey, but yeah, he got you and you’re totally fine with it.  


Ok so this is my first ever imagine, if there’s some mistakes don’t be shy and tell me. I hope you liked it 

ANDROGYNOS. [2017-07-08 - BARKS live report]

ANDROGYNOS. “Just what the hell is this Megiddo and Acro? Can’t we all just get along?”


I really thought this wouldn’t take that long to translate but with all the militarily terminology and the damn wording of this thing it was like giving birth to a baby for three days straight. 

So please, LOOK AT MY BABY. 

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Devil’s Night

Originally posted by homicidal---queen

Pairing: James Patrick March x Reader 

Summary: Reader attends her first Devil’s Night at the Hotel Cortez with James. James loves the reader in more ways than one. He could never even think of killing her. And so god help anyone that laid a hand on her in a disrespectful way. They never really discussed their status, but they both knew where they stood with their feelings, and that was enough for them to go off of. When the reader gets overwhelmed by her first Devil’s Night, James takes the time away from his guests to comfort her and make sure she is alright. 

Warnings: language (i think. not too sure how much), obviously some creepy murderer stuff. its AHS for crying out loud, mentions of blood, mentions of anxiety. 

It was Devil’s Night at the Hotel Cortez. I didn’t know much about it except that James hosts a dinner the same night every year. 

I know who James is, and I know he’s a ghost. So it shouldn’t have been any surprise to me that his guest were ghosts of past murderers. However, it did. 

James had been taking care of me for quite some time now. And by that I mean he makes sure I have what I need. I never really understood why, or how for that matter, considering he was a ghost. I always just pushed that thought back. I always had a hard time trying to get things to work in my favor. Now that I have James, things are so much easier, and I couldn’t be more thankful. 

James, for some reason, was completely infatuated with me. He was overprotective, caring, loving. It’s hard to believe that all those emotions can come from the world’s greatest serial killer that ever lived. But it was true. He never wanted any harm to come to me. I was the only living thing he never allowed himself to kill. And he’d kill anyone who laid a finger on me. 

I guess I liked James too. And not because I thought I should. He was very handsome, needless to say. And he treats me like a queen, which is more than any other guy has ever done. And I’ll admit that we have indulged in certain… activities. The sex was fantastic, even for a ghost. My only wish is that we’d be able to leave the hotel; be a normal couple. But James wasn’t normal. And I guess now, neither was I. Despite him being a ghost, I was very content with the way things were.  

However, Devil’s Night turned out to be a different story. It unsettled me. I should have figured all of James’s guests would be ghosts, but I was still shocked when I entered the room. 

I walked into James’s hotel room as I was told. I was wearing a long, navy blue gown that had a sweetheart neckline and showed off my cleavage. I saw a woman first. Aileen Wuarnos, to be exact. She was dancing with a man that looked like Richard Ramirez. There was a man with glasses, sitting awkwardly at the table next to man dressed like the zodiac killer. I quickly recognized the man in glasses as Jeffery Dahmer. Walking out of the bathroom I recognized John Wayne Gacy, and over by the window was detective John Lowe. I had met him last year, and was devastated when I learned he had died. 

It came as a shock to me to realize these were the ghosts of the world’s greatest serial killers. It overwhelmed me a bit. I knew James wouldn’t let anything happen to me, but the idea of being in a room full of mass murderers is what unsettled me. So I walked over to John Lowe, because he was the only one I knew, and the only one I trusted. 

“(y/n)!” He said when he noticed me. “James mentioned you would be coming!” He hugged me awkwardly as he spoke. 

“Yeah,” I breathed out nervously. “I wasn’t sure what this was when he told me, but I thought I’d give it a go. And now that I am here, I am genuinely shocked.” 

“Why’s that?” 

“Well, this room is filled with serial killers. I mean, I should have guessed that knowing James, but actually seeing them all together is one room…” 

“Don’t worry,” he said. “James is very fond of you. He’s told everyone what would happen if they tried to pull anything. I can’t guarantee that they will actually listen. They aren’t ones to follow the rules, obviously. But you’re safe with me until he gets here.” 

“Thanks, John,” I smiled. 

“Well, who is this pretty lady,” Richard said, approaching me and John. 

“That’s March’s new lady friend,” Aileen said. “Not anything I expected. You’re nothing special. I wonder why he’s so smitten with you.” 

“Believe me. I’ve been asking myself that for a long ass time,” I said back, trying to sound light so she wouldn’t kill me. 

“Look at you. You think your a little smart ass, dontchya?” John Wayne Gacy said. 

“What? No… I just…” 

Everyone started to crowd around me and I felt John push me behind him protectively. “Back off. Do you remember what the consequences are if you touch her?” 

“Oh, c’mon! We’re just trying to introduce ourselves,” Aileen said. 

“Enough!” James’s voice boomed across the room. “Seem’s like Mr. Lowe is the only one who took what I said into consideration. Thank you, John, but I can take over from here.” 

And just like that, I found myself breaking free of the mob and fleeing to James, who welcomed me with open arms. I think I took him a bit by surprise when I embraced him in a total bear hug, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my head on his chest. I felt him let out a sigh of contentment as he requited my actions. He kissed my temple and asked, “Are you alright, dear?” 

“Yeah. I’m fine,” I responded as I pulled away. I looked up at his face. His brown eyes looked down upon me with love and concern. I gave him a reassuring smile. 

“Good,” he responded and kissed me lips chastely. “This is (y/n),” he said, turning me around, but keeping one arm around my shoulders. “She is my guest of honor and she is to be given the same respect as you would give me. She is also mine. If I see any one of you try to do anything to her… well, I’ve already explained what would happen.” 

James lead me to my seat. I was sat between him and John Lowe, probably because I’d be safest between the two. Ms. Evers began to serve us our meal. James kept his left hand on my knee. I found it comforting considering the circumstances. James made a toast and everyone began to eat. Jeffery complained about the meal, and I was pretty sure why. The voices around me eventually turned into noises underwater, so I was a bit confused when I saw Ms. Evers present Jeffery with a man. Then it clicked. I knew what was going happen, and I knew that Jeffery would play with his food for a good hour before he did anything, but I really didn’t feel like witnessing a murder so I just nonchalantly pulled my phone out from my clutch and started to scroll my instagram. 

James noticed my distraction and he gave my knee a reassuring squeeze. I knew he wanted me to socialize. But how? They all literally tried to corner me a half hour ago. But I did as James wished and put my phone away. I lasted maybe forty five minutes after that. I began to feel sick to my stomach. Watching Jeffery turn this man into a lobotomized vegetable made me uneasy. I assumed James thought I was ignoring it, but how could I? I felt my breathing hitch. No, not now. Now is not a time for a god damn anxiety attack. I tried to be smooth about taking deeper breaths, but James finally noticed something was off. 

“Is everything alright, darling,” he asked as he brushed a piece of hair behind my ear. 

“Yeah, the wine is just a little strong,” I lied. 

“You were very engrossed in your cellular device earlier,” he mentioned. 

“Oh, yeah. Sorry. It’s just that my favorite band is on tour and I’m waiting for them to announce the dates for North America. I’ve seen them on every tour they’ve had so, as a dedicated fangirl, I’m super excited about going again.” God damn, that was terrible. 

“Would you like me to pretend that I understood everything you just said,” he said in a light tone, a small smirk on his face. 

I chuckled. “Sure, and I can explain it later.” 

James smiled and kissed my head. I tried to finish my salad. Jeffery was now finding an easy way to harvest the man while he was still alive, and everyone was conversing with each other like it was normal. I felt eyes on me constantly. Eventually I couldn’t take it any longer. I was going to be sick. 

“Excuse me,” I said, standing up. “I need to use the little girl’s room.” With that, I made my way to the en suite bathroom. I was thankful it was an en suite, that way nobody could see me come in or out. I sat on the floor, the skirt of my dress draping over my legs, and just hovered over the toilet. But nothing happened. Just as it always does. My anxiety racks up enough to the point where I feel sick, but as soon as I am fully prepared for the contents of my stomach to resurface, its gone. 

Sometimes I get so wrapped up in the moment that I forget all the coping mechanisms I’ve learned over the years. Once I realized what was happening, I just sat with my back against the wall, trying to steady my breathing. About ten minutes later, James walks in and finds me on the floor. 

“Sweetheart…” he said, kneeling down next to me. 

“I’m fine,” I said, my voice quiet. I stared in front of me at the bathroom sink. The bathroom was dimly lit from the light of the bedroom. I could just make out the shadows on James’s face when he turned my head to look at him. 

“What’s wrong? Was it the food?” 

“No, no. The food was great. I just… I had a decent idea of what I would be walking into tonight, but seeing all of them together in one room was a bit overwhelming. And Jeffery… its bad enough he’s a cannibalistic serial killer… but he’s legitimately playing with his food. That’s just fucking weird.” 

James sighed. “I’m sorry. This is my fault. I should have talked to you about it before just inviting you-” 

“No, don’t be. Honestly, it’s fine. It’s just my anxiety psyching me out. I know you wouldn’t let them hurt me.” I said the last word and then let my head fall back and rest on the wall. 

“You look exhausted. I guess anxiety and serial killers don’t mix very well. I will keep that in mind for next year,” he said. I gave him a small smile. “Well, the night is almost over so why don’t you get into something more comfortable and get into bed. Mr. Lowe will be here a bit after everyone leaves, but as soon as he and I are finished, I will be into bed with you.” 

I nodded. “John I can handle. He’s the only one I trust out of all those wackadoodles.” 

“You do realize that I am, essentially, one of those ‘wackadoodles’?” 

I smiled and said, “Yes, but you are my favorite wackadoodle.” 

James couldn’t help but smile. “This is one of the many reasons I love you.” I smiled back. “Alright, dear. Go on and get ready for bed,” he said after helping me up. “And I will see you in a few minutes.” 

I nodded and he gave me a quick kiss before getting back to his guests. 

About twenty minutes later, James came back into the room. He had already undressed and was wearing a plain white shirt and boxers. I was scrolling on my phone when he crawled into bed with me. He laid next me and watched as I stared at my phone. I locked it, and looked over it at him. 

“I’m sorry you didn’t get to finish the night,” he said. 

“Did you enjoy yourself though?” 

“I did. Especially when you were by my side.” 

“Well, if you had a good time, then that is all that matters. It was your night.” 

James smiled at me. My phone lit up and it was the notification I had been waiting for. 

“Fucking finally,” I murmured to myself. 

“You have had a mouth on you tonight, dear,” James mentioned, a bit of disappointment in his voice. He never liked it when I swore. 

“I’m sorry. I’m just excited.” 

“Is that the announcement you were waiting for?” 

“Yes it is.” 

“Explain to me what a ‘tour’ and a ‘fangirl’ are.” 

“So, a tour is when an band or artist or comedian travels to different cities and does a performance at different venues. It’s like another term for travel but mostly for the music industry. A fangirl is a person, usually female, that freaks out and screams and squeals about their favorite celebrity or band. I am, essentially a fangirl, just on a lesser scale ‘cause I really only scream and squeal at concerts.” 

“And you have been to every tour of this band you want to go see?” 

“Yup. I know every word to every song they’ve ever released. Even ones that weren’t released in the United States,” I said with a small laugh. 

“Wow. That really is dedication.” James sighed. “I wish I could go with you.” 

“Awe, I know, baby. I’m sure there will be a live stream of it though. That’s when someone records the the show on camera and broadcasts it live through the internet. I’m sure Liz wouldn’t mind showing you how to set it up so you could watch it while I’m there.” 

“That would be an interesting experience.” James looked at me fondly. “You seem better than earlier. Did the anxiety subside?” 

“A little bit. It’s still lingering ‘cause I’m talking your ear off, but ya know.” I said and shrugged my shoulders. 

James pulled me into his body and said, “You could never talk my ear off, sweetheart. I’d listen to you all day long if I could.” 

I nuzzled close to him, feeling comforted by his embrace. “I love you, James.” 

“I love you, too, (y/n).” He kissed the top of my head. “You’re still trembling a little bit. Try your best to relax and fall asleep. I’m not going anywhere.” 

I hummed a response and took in a deep breath, his scent filling my nose. I sank into his hold and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.