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New Traditions (David Pastrnak)

Anonymous said:

Can you pls do a David Pastrnak Imagine please! Just pure fluff I need some fluff in my life rn lmao maybe something Christmas related too? Either way I’m good! Thank you so much doll! Xoxo

Word count: 1526

Author’s note: I love Christmas/holiday season so much you have no idea. Please send me all of your holiday imagine requests so I can cry into my mug of hot cocoa while writing these and watching endless amounts of Christmas movies. 

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Things I'm happy they changed for the Harry Potter movies/added

I always see posts about what we wish was in the movies/they didn’t change, and there are SO MANY THINGS THAT FIT THAT LIST. But honestly the movies did a great job and stayed pretty true to the books. SO, here’s a post to point out the great things the movies did! Please add on and let’s celebrate the movies that brought these amazing books to life!

  • Adding the word Potter to… “Scared Potter?” “You wish.”
  • Showing us what Neville forgot was to wear his robes
  • Bellatrix torturing Hermione by carving the word mudblood into her arm
  • Barty Crouch Jr. licking his lips (good job David)
  • Amos Diggory’s reaction to his son dying
  • “Look at it this way: every great wizard in history has started out as nothing more than we are now – students. If they can do it, why not us?” 
  • In the OotP when they’re in the Hog’s Head a goat walks by… Aberforth owns the Hog’s Head/is the barman
  • Slughorn’s story about Lily and the fish
  • Voldemort hugging Draco
  • Showing Lupin and Tonks reaching for each other and just not touching. It killed me, but I loved it.
  • Continually having Seamus blow up things through out the movies
  • “I’ve always wanted to use that spell!”
  • Showing them just being kids and having fun! PoA scene where the boys eat the candy and make the animal noises
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Author: @knockknocksoosthere as a part of Exordia Academy with @kpopfanfictrash & @bread-jinie

Creative Content Contributor: @everybodykpops FOR THIS MOODBOARD THAT HAS ME CRYING

A/N: HUGE SHOUTOUT TO @baebae-goodnight for all her help and beta-ing soooo many times on this one. ILY.

Rating: M (cursing, mentions of death, explicit sex - first time)

Pairing: Minseok x Reader

Word Count: 11K

Super Power: Essokinesis 

Summary:  Reality has never been kind to Minseok. Always, he’s been overlooked. Always picked last, always bullied by those larger than him. Until one day, he snaps. He imagines himself towering over his tormentors, striking fear into their puny hearts and dangling them from his palm. When he realizes they, too experience this distorted reality – things begin to change. No longer is Minseok nobody. The first time he steps foot on campus, people know who he is. He sees them whisper, sees them shy away and while he finds comfort in their fear – it’s lonely. When he meets you though, he finds you don’t look away. Perhaps there’s a reason.  


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A Mother's Love

When she turned five, her parents broke the news too her.

America would offer so many possibilities there would be no reason to fear leaving their home country.

When she was 10 and her father was buried six feet under and her mothers tongue refused to speak the language despite constant nights of fighting to form the words, she had to quit school to fend for their small shack of a home.

At 13 she got her first real job at the tallest building in their city, cleaning under a man that shared in her heritage and suddenly American seemed like the place her father bragged about so many years ago.

At fifteen she’s offered false promises by a man old enough to be her grandfather, but when he talks about her home in a way she could never remember, she gives herself too him in turn for stories.

At 16 she was pregnant with a CEO’s baby, and her mother was torn over the ruined innocence of her daughter and what would become of her grandson.

At 17 she’s carrying a bundle in her arms, as she walks down to a courthouse as the father of her child uses various accessories to hide his features in case any one recognizes him.

At 18 she refuses to see her mother, the woman who scolded and cried to her in a language that was now long gone to her daughter, and she wraps her arms around her infant as if too shield him from her past, but she isn’t aware that it’s the future that will force her son too see the worst in the world.

At 23, after receiving another letter from the school about her son, she realizes that she can’t keep him trapped in a house void of love, but she can stay behind and fix it for when he gets back. She always wanted to go to summer camp as a kid.

At 27 when her son is ten, and she has the same number of bruises up and down each arm, she refuses to look her son in the eyes. She robbed him of her rich culture, and thrusted him into a new one that refused too see them, because the robes his mother wore when she was 5 still hung on her no matter how many times she tried to shed them.

At 27, her son is so full of hatred for an unforgiving world that she put him in, and she understands she can’t take that back. But that doesn’t mean she won’t try.

At 27 and a half she forgets she makes that solemn vow and it’s another summer at camp for her son.

At 27 and a half she lets a red haired man who smiles too much for her tastes take her son because theirs so much determination and love in his eyes when he gazes at Max, that she’d be damned if she didn’t let a true parent show her son what it meant to be in a house where you didn’t have to avoid eye contact in fear of getting in trouble.

Right now, she sits at her desk, writing a letter and a check too a little boy that has been her only solace in this world. To her son that has lightened her life in ways she never noticed until now. To a son she loves very much. And she knows this isn’t a good enough apology, but she knows it’s a start.

I love you Max, and I’m sorry for what I’ve done to you and I promise to fix it this time. I love you so very much.

Love,
Mom

Max wasn’t sure if he was supposed to cry or not, but he was sure staring numbly at the walls wasn’t what he was supposed to do. They had been getting ready to eat breakfast together at the dining table when David brought in the mail.

The six figure check was gifted to David in a separate envelope with a letter that promised more, along with with more promises of an upcoming visit from Max’s mother and grandmother who were both excited to see him.

David calmly took the check, still in shock from the amount of money, and set it on top the fridge, brief thoughts of planning a family camping trip with the upcoming visitors ran through his mind, but all thoughts ran clear once he turned to face Max.

Max couldn’t control the shaking that had over come him.

He had never received something that was filled with such love from either of his parents. The closest that came was the brief hug shared between his mother and him before David carried him back to Sleepy Peak.

And his father was out of the question, vague memories of him being held and a quick kiss to his temple before they left him on his first day of camp by the older man appeared from time to time, but Max couldn’t tell if he had just made up the interaction to fill that void or if his father was capable of showing that much affection to his bastard son.

David crouched next to him, laying a gentle hand on his shoulder and a top of the small fist that was clenched so tightly on the letter.

“Max?” David called, trying to draw Max out of whatever trance had fallen upon him. Max furrowed his brows as he stared hard at wall before him, his body shaking so hard he was making the chair creak.

When he heard David’s voice he let his fist open, allowing David to take the letter. David stood up, but kept his hand on Max shoulder while reading the wobbly hand writing.

“Oh, Max.” David whispered, voice so quiet Max barely caught it.

It came out as a pained wheezed, and then stronger, and Max suddenly realized he was sobbing. He touched his cheek and found his finger tips wet with tears unknown to to him had fallen.

David slowly scooped up the boy, letting Max cry hard into his shoulder fists balling up in the man’s shirt.

“I know, buddy. Shh, it’s okay Max. It’s gonna be okay.” David cooed, pacing the kitchen floor as he rubbed the boy’s back.

“Why?” Max cried, summing up so many questions into one word and David felt his chest tighten, having no answers to settle his pleas.

“It’s gonna be okay.” David made his way into the living room setting down on the couch, and Max curled up in his lap, letting the rest of the tears slip by.

“I fucking hate her!” Max spat, wiping the tears away only to be replaced by more.

David shushed him gently, running his fingers through the soft, black curls.

“Why’d she fucking stay with him? Why’d she have me? Why do I have to carry her fucking shame?” He yelled.

“You don’t have too, Max. Your not your parents, you’re not their mistakes. You’re not what they think, believe, or do. You’re you. Nothing has to change that.” David soothed, letting the words fall among the sniffling and teary eyed hiccups.

Max sniffed and took a deep breath, allowing his nerves to calm.

“Stop speaking cryptic shit like that, you sound like the quarter master.”

David laughed loudly, and both felt the mood lighten. And both were very grateful for it.

They stayed like that for most of the morning.

David held him close, thinking of mothers and marriages of his own past, and Max held on tight to David’s arm that was stroking Max’s upper arm in an attempt at comfort, wondering if moments such like these were what it mean to have a mothers love

After Camp Camp: Max’s Parents

David hadn’t expected this- Well, he hadn’t known what he expected before this, but he knew that THIS certainly wasn’t it.

“You want to adopt our son?” Max’s mom, Alexis, asked, sounding almost amazed.

“What has he said that makes you think he NEEDS to be adopted?” His father, James, frowned, fingers drumming dangerously on the table. “That we don’t care? Because we missed the parents event because of work?”

David swallowed thickly, eyes darting to Max for backup. He felt a heavy weight settle into his face from his rapidly growing blush, embarrassed over how unprepared he now felt. They were right, after all. A child’s account over how they didn’t care about his SUMMER activities at a camp that did ALL activists really weren’t grounds for uprooting him from his parents and adopting him into a new family-

“It’s not that.” Max spoke up suddenly. “It’s everyday of my life with you two in it!”

“Maxwell, you can’t be upset over something this small! When your father and I were your age, we were separated from our parents just to come here!” The woman exclaimed, standing quickly.

“And that’s an excuse to act like I don’t exist!? You sent me to SUMMER camp. Not another country!” The boy cried out.

The room fell quiet, the tension building rapidly. Max’s anger was seemingly quelling, but David and the parents already knew that it would be back soon. Suddenly, James balled up his fist and slammed it onto the table, causing everyone to jump.

“Like you don’t exist!? We sent you to camp to get you out of your room for a bit!” James’ tone had dropped from slightly surprised to murderous. “Now you come back three months later with some stranger who wants to adopt you? Have you gone crazy?”

“His name is David! And at least HE asks me what I want!”

“You’re ten!” Alexia cried, tossing her arms wildly about. “You don’t know what you want!”

“I WANT to stay with David!” The boy’s small frame was shaking by now.

“And I WANT David to leave. Now.” James snapped, his eyes glaring daggers over at the other man.

“I’m not sure how comfortable I’d feel leaving the situation as is. I feel like I’ve caused a bit of confusion with the way I worded myself.” David coughed, though in reality he really didn’t want to leave without Max.

“You seem like a nice guy, I really don’t want to have to call the police on you.” James huffed, slowly rising from his chair. “I would appreciate it if you just left now.”

David bit his lip, looking down at Max for a moment. The boy was shaking, and tears were rapidly welling in his eyes, but David knew that a police report wouldn’t do either of them any good.

Slowly, David stood and made his way over to the door on shaking limbs. From behind him, he could feel Max’s eyes pleading for him to stay a little longer, but there wasn’t anything more he could do now, short of grabbing the boy and running off to the car where Gwen was waiting.

“David…”

“I’ll see you around, Max. Be good for your parents, okay?” With that, David opened the door and stepped outside.

“David!” The distance between the deck and the stairs felt like a mile, as David continued to walk, forcing himself to ignore Max’s cries of frustration and rage from inside the house.

‘Please don’t think I don’t love you anymore.’ He thought, trying to hold his composure long enough to get to the car.

Inside the house, he knew Max was in trouble. He knew that the poor boy was thinking he had just given up on him, just tossing him out like everyone else, it that wasn’t the case at all.

It was just all that he could do for the time being, and it killed him inside.

Mercury〽️ the celestial buzz.

Mercury Aries or mercury in the 1st:

they are loud! Aha they talk with what seems like there whole body and can be very animated speakers. The love to argue and aren’t really hardheaded persay but they do like being the head honcho in charge of the conversation. They’re goofballs and are little bullies. Have abrasive and kind of rough/raspy voices. Low in tone and sounds like a growl.

-Jesus Christ, Hilary Clinton, Scarlett Johansson, Katy Perry, Keanu Reeves, Selena Gomez.

〽️ Miguel shockandawe


Mercury in Taurus or mercury in the 2nd: slow talkers. Not huge on “changing their minds” once it’s been made. They’re hard people to convince and have a very deep moral code that they live by. They can be extremely perceptive and hyper aware of their surroundings and little nuances of others(chewing, breathing ect) very sensual and erotic sounding voices that can seem like they’re only talking you even if there’s a crowd. It can at times feel like they’re looking right through you.

-Leonardo DiCaprio, Brad Pitt, George Clooney, Elvis Presley, Cameron Diaz.

〽️leisure money


Mercury in Gemini or mercury in the 3rd:

They just have a way with words. They can easily talk there way through a crowded gathering and have met every single last person in under a minute. They are the original charmers and can easily seduce with how detailed they are. Fast talkers and can stutter from time to time do to their mouths not being able to keep up with how fast their minds are moving. Time means a lot to them and they do tend to have a sad Gemini twin living in their minds! They are either bubbly and optimistic or melancholy and self deprecating depending on which twin is present in the mind at the time.

-Britney Spears, Justin Bieber, Lana del Rey, Russell Crowe, Jared Leto.

〽️sinead harnett so solo.


Mercury in cancer or mercury in the 4th:

Slow and kind of you speak and I answer types. They spend a lot of their interactions feeling their way through the convo and usually reply in response to the emotions they’re feeling from you real or otherwise. They seem to be reminiscing a lot or talking about things that have already occurred. “I feel” and “how do you feel” are repeated often. They don’t forget anything. Ex. Jennifer Aniston.

-Bill Gates, Sandra Bullock, Jennifer Aniston, jay z, Drake, Harry styles

〽️drake over my dead body


Mercury in Leo or mercury in the 5th:

Aha man loud voices and dramatic story telling. They often embellish or exaggerate stories and make them 100x more interesting then it really is. They easily attract a crowd with how charismatic and entertaining they can be! They can have intimidating and deep voices that can echo in a room. Tend to be naturally positive without trying.

-Steve Jobs, Amy Winehouse, marlon Brando, Jake Gyllenhaal, Tyra Banks.

〽️Jessie Ruthford born to be blonde


Mercury in Virgo or mercury in the 6th:

Ok I mean this in a good way but they are sooo critical and it’s to a point of which it’s cute and hilarious because they honestly just “talk” like that. They hate stupidity and tend to read people a lot. They are extremely high of mind and can see things most people don’t. Dry humor and dark humor describe them! They’re very solid in thought and don’t like to speak without knowing.

-Barack Obama, Michael Jackson, Kurt kobain, Adolf hitler, Mikey Cyrus

〽️disclosure jaded


Mercury in libra or mercury in the 7th:

Cute! CUTEEEEE. They tend to be extremely low toned and can often speak in a compassionate and caring way even if that’s not their intention. The manners are peak here. They tend to not speak over you and usually let you speak out of a genuine interest in what your saying especially if they have romantic feelings for you. Can be hard to read in a conversation unless they like you as well because of how detached they are from there words.

-John Lennon, Ariana grande, Justin Timberlake, Ryan Gosling, Whitney Houston

〽️Maggie Rodgers split stones


Mercury in Scorpio or mercury in the 8th:

Slang! Can talk with Rhythm or with a sort of swagger. Dry humor and in a way mean confrontational manner of speech. Can have deep voices that make you stare at them or look them in the eye. The types of people you talk to and spend the whole conversation thinking you know them only to realize all you know is their favorite color. Not as blood and gore as they’re made out to be lool but do see life for what it is.

-Emma Stone, Matt Damon, Mark Zuckerberg, Sylvester Stallone(piece of shit/excuse my language)Adam Levine, pink, Kylie Jenner.

〽️tove lo struggle


Mercury in Sagittarius or mercury in the 9th: boisterous and carefree manner of speech! They can talk in a slurred and sort of “different” way not in a Aquarius different but they sound a bit “not from here” they also can fluctuate a lot when taking between really excited to really chill. Naturally philosophical way of talking about things. They tend to make things deep and trail on into deeper topics from out of nowhere. Aha things get blown out of proportion

-Nicole Kidman, Uma Thurman, Al Pacino, Jessica alba, Gwen stefani

〽️London grammar non believer


Mercury in Capricorn or mercury in the 10th: the types to speak when it’s necessary or when the situation calls for it. Can be a bit somber when taking and talk in a sort of mature way even if everything else about them isn’t. They have a heavy mind and can refrain from taking to people that they feel are too childish in nature-so in that sense they’re not overly open minded aha. Extremely well spoken-but can self restrict themselves from using their mind to its highest octave.

-Marilyn Monroe, Johnny Depp, Albert Einstein, Martin Luther king, Shakira, Lady Gaga, Christians Aguilera.

〽️mr twin sister meet the frownies


Mercury in Aquarius or mercury in the 11th:So ok. These natives usually have something strange about their voice and can have minds that work on a fundamentally different mental capacity than the rest of us. They think quickly and can see things most of us wouldn’t because of how oddly there brains put things together. Speech wise they can swing you in circles because of how theatrical there manner of speech is aha. They jump from concept to concept quick so if you can’t keep up you might get frustrated. Similarly to libra they aren’t connected to what they say but they get passionate if you don’t see things the way they do.

-Angelina Jolie, Donald Trump, Rihanna, Kim Kardashian, Eminem, David Bowie

〽️Foster the people pay the man


Mercury in Pisces or mercury in the 12th:

Nervous talkers. Can stutter a lot only because it can be hard for them to put what they feel or are envisioning into words. Can have very sensitive voices and be easily emotionally aroused by specific triggers. Extremely nostalgic and can remind you of the past when you talk to them. Very warm natured minds and can seem to talk better when alone then when in front of people. They don’t like eye contact and unless they’re deeply in love with you they avoid it! They look all over the place so to speak. Natural poets and can talk in a very vivid way like something not of this world.

-Madonna, Beyoncé, Heath ledger, Vladimir Putin, Kristen Stewart, Mariah Carey.

〽️JMSN addicted pt 1-2


Note: I only put celebrities with the house placements not the actual sign itself Incase anyone was wondering aha!

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Nervous laughter. Right so this one kind of got away from me. 

Title: Good Morning

Pairing: Jasper/David a lil but could also be platonic.

Genre: Angst (but not too bad)

Word Count: 3,183

Warnings: Cuss words but dude you watch camp camp so

Summary: above ^

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anonymous asked:

How would the series have played out if David hadn't betrayed the group?

  • For a long minute, Jake and David stare each other down in the middle of the hotel room, the breeze from the broken window making the only movement as it rustles their hair.  “Fine,” Jake says at last. “Spend the night.  But we’re going to talk about this in the morning, and this is not happening again.”
    • “Yes, sir.” David smiles mockingly.
    • When he rejoins Tobias and Ax outside, he can feel the questions in their stares.
    • «I’m not going to push this one,» he says grudgingly.  «He just lost his family, his home, everything he knew…»
    • «Poor poopsie,» Tobias snaps.
    • Jake stops talking.  He’s addressing a kid who constantly survives being trapped in a whole other body and one who lost most of his family the day he crash-landed on this foreign planet.  Tobias is right: if they could both adjust, then David should be able to as well.
    • Sometimes he hates being in charge. «Look,» he says, «I don’t love this either, but he’s one of us now and we’re going to have to learn to work with him.  We wouldn’t have gotten this far if you and Marco hadn’t learned to get along.  We never would have gotten anywhere if Rachel and I still got in fistfights every time we disagreed the way we did in elementary school.  I’m sure we’ll figure out a way to get along with David, okay?»
  • «One of you is the human child named David—»
    • Tobias cuts Visser Three off mid-sentence.  «Don’t be ridiculous.  We would never resort to using a human child to do our dirty work.  Who do you take us for?»
    • Undeterred, Visser Three tries again.  «Then you should tell David that I have his parents, that—»
    • This time, he’s cut off when David sinks four-inch fangs into his back leg and starts chewing.  He morphs, they fight, they escape—barely—before the human authorities get there.  
    • David gloats the whole way home, until Marco says «Don’t get cocky, kid,» in a voice that’s not quite gentle but not quite harsh either.  It seems to do the trick, because David shuts up for the time being.
  • David moves in with Erek’s family.  It’s not a perfect solution, definitely not a long-term one, but it’s what they can manage for the moment.  It ensures that at the very least David can sleep in a bed and get three meals a day, that (although Jake would never admit to this motivation) he has someone to keep an eye on him any time he’s not with the main group. 
    • Marco conveniently forgets to mention, as he’s moving David in, that the nearly-omnipotent androids can’t actually defend themselves or even harm anyone at all.  David will no doubt figure it out sooner rather than later, but in the meantime having Erek casually demonstrate his ability to lift an entire refrigerator one-handed during David’s first hour at the Kings’ doesn’t hurt anything. 
  • After that, they get into the habit of meeting less often, or in smaller groups.  Rachel or Marco will often go out into the woods to meet Ax and Tobias there, or Jake will stop by Cassie’s or Marco’s place on his own.  They don’t admit to themselves that they’re avoiding whole-group meetings because there’s no way to meet like that without inviting David along… But nevertheless, that’s what’s happening.  
  • “So then he’s like, ‘Marco hits on you all the time, and you never get all PMS on him.’”  Rachel paces up and down, gesticulating wildly, while Jake watches from his seat on the bottommost bleacher of the school gym as if this is a one-woman sporting event.  “Which, no kidding, because let’s start with the fact that Marco doesn’t use terms like ‘all PMS’ when I tell him to take a hike.  And don’t get me started on the way that little twerp looks at me.  It’s—”
    • “Yeah,” Jake says very quietly.  “I’ve seen.”
    • Rachel growls, throwing her hands up.  She pivots on the far end of her cycle, hair flying around her, face red.  “He’s such a perverted, disgusting, small-brained cromagnon bastard.  And hellooooo, I have a boyfriend already, which even if I didn’t, still wouldn’t be grounds for comments like…”  She drops her voice, jutting out her jaw in an exaggerated parody.  “‘Do you always have that leotard under your clothes, Rachel?  Do you even wear underwear at all?’”
    • Jake flinches.  “Jesus, he said that?”
    • Rachel crosses her arms.  “No, I just made that up because I love talking about my fucking underwear with my fucking cousin.”
    • Jake holds up both hands defensively.  “I didn’t mean to question you.  I just…”  He props his hands on his knees, burying his face in his hands.  “I’ll talk to him,” he mumbles into his fingers.  “Again.”
    • “You’ve tried talking.”  Rachel sounds less angry now.  She knows he’s just a lost kid like her, that he doesn’t have a magical solution.  “We both have.  We’ve talked to him, like, a dozen times now.  It doesn’t stick.”
    • Jake rubs at his forehead with enough force it’s as if he’s trying to press his brains into a new shape with his fingertips.  “What should we do, then?”
    • They stare at each other in silence for a long time.  They’ve both had the talks, of course they have; they know why it’s important to tell an adult if anyone says something to make either of them uncomfortable.  And that’s the crux of it: they want to tell an adult.  They both want to give this one to a grown-up to handle, because it’s too grown-up for them to know what to do.  
    • “I’ll talk to him again,” Jake says at last.  
    • Rachel sighs.  “I’ll do my best to ignore it.”
    • It’s not a solution, not remotely.  It’s also all they have.
  • They start going on missions as two semi-separate smaller units.  Jake gets very good at the strange algebra of what their team dynamic has become.  He will usually pair himself and Cassie—sometimes Ax as well—with David.  He’ll send Rachel, Marco, and Tobias out as their own unit.  Sometimes he takes a break from David’s constant cycle of complaining, taunting, and gloating, and will guiltily give himself a mission with Rachel’s team instead.  More often he’ll let Cassie or Ax, or even both, join the other team while he takes point on handling David.  Tobias and David can work together, if the mission absolutely requires it.  Marco and David cannot, no matter how dire the situation is.  Rachel and David are out of the question. 
    • One consequence of this strange arrangement is that they all regularly take breaks from the missions at times.  They get out of the habit of being a team, a family; instead, they are a ragged collection of whichever three or four or five people can be spared to attack tonight’s Kandrona shipment or next week’s Sharing recruitment event.  
    • It’s not a solution.  It’s also the best thing Jake’s got.
  • Jake is halfway to his room when his mom calls out.  “Honey?  Your friend stopped by.”
    • He freezes, turns, and finds David sitting in his living room.  David is talking in a low voice to Tom, whose yeerk is feigning interest only half-heartedly.  Jake charges through the door so quickly that both of them look at him in surprise, drawing him up short halfway across the room.
    • “You’ve got a great family, you know that?”  David puts a little too much emphasis on each word.  “You’re really lucky.  You know that, right?”
    • Jake shepherds them both upstairs as quickly as he can.  “What are you doing here?” he demands, once they’re alone.
    • David’s eyes immediately fill with crocodile tears.  He spins the lie that Jake was expecting, even if he didn’t know to expect it from this direction: he misses having a family, he just wanted a normal evening, he doesn’t have the chance to eat a home-cooked meal every night the way Jake does, is it so wrong…
    • Jake watches him talk, nodding as if he believes this.  Jake knows by now that this is just how David is: he’s the kind of kid who loves nothing better than to pour a puddle of gasoline on the floor and then inch matches ever closer to its edge, for no other reason than to watch other people’s anger and fear.  
    • David could ensure that Jake, too, ends up living at the mercy of the hork-bajir or chee as his entire family are enslaved, if he even survived that long.  All it would take are three words whispered in Tom’s ear.  David’s proving to Jake, and to himself as well, that he has that power, and he’s willing to use it.  
    • “Stay for dinner,” Jake says at last.  “But if you ever show up at my house again, don’t expect my parents to let you in.  I’m having a conversation with them both after you leave.”
  • “I’m sorry,” David says for the fortieth or fiftieth time as they trudge away from their very next mission.  “I really am.  Okay?  It was an accident.  You know that, right?  It was an accident.  I’m sorry.”
    • “We know you didn’t mean it.”  Cassie’s tone of voice is kind on the surface, but its undercurrent suggests that she’s just as tired of listening to his whining as everyone else.  
    • They had been cornered back there, outnumbered and outfought by a dozen hork-bajir.  If all seven of them had been present, they might have had a chance.  As it was, they were all seconds away from dying even before, somewhere in the heat of battle, David’s slashing claws had opened Jake’s left flank to the bone.  Jake had collapsed on the floor, bleeding to death from severed arteries.  David had suddenly snapped into hero-mode and fought off the three hork-bajir that menaced them before dragging Jake to safety.  The fact that Cassie had walked around the corner at that exact second was probably a coincidence.  Probably.
    • “Jake hates me, doesn’t he?” David whines.  “It was an accident.  Anyway, he’s fine now, and I said I was sorry.  It was just an acc—”
    • «Yes,» Ax snaps suddenly.  «It was an accident.  A very foolish, sloppy accident.  Warriors who cannot tell friend from foe in the heat of battle are more dangerous to their own allies than to their enemies.  Any aristh who is so careless with his tail blade so as to injure his own prince does not deserve to have a tail anymore.»
    • “Ax…”  Jake takes a deep breath, trying to massage the headache out of his temples without much luck.  “He knows he screwed up, okay?  It’s not going to happen again.”
  • The algebra changes again, after that incident.  Ax is so disgusted with David’s very existence he can barely stand the sight of him, and doesn’t exactly keep this a secret.  Jake starts taking Tobias with him and Cassie as backup on David-wrangling duty.  It’s not fair to Tobias, not remotely—David bullies him worse than anyone but Rachel.  But Tobias has an utterly horrifying amount of experience in grinning and bearing it, and so he does.
    • Jake isn’t sure how long it’ll be before it’s just him and Cassie and David.  Or just him and David.  He apologizes before each mission and after each nasty comment to Tobias and Cassie, even though they know perfectly well it’s not his fault.  
    • While all Jake’s energy is taken up elsewhere, Rachel leads a raid on a television studio that gets a random bystander killed.  She and Marco fight about it afterward; their shouting match seems mild by comparison to some of the rows David has started, since no blood gets drawn.  
  • Jake dreams every night, and it’s always the same dream.  He slinks through the forest on cat feet, ethereal as fog, following a distant flash of yellow fur.  When he catches his prey he digs teeth and claws into all the soft places that mane cannot protect, until there is nothing but meat on the ground.  He sits looking over the shattered corpse on silent haunches, and then moves on.  
    • He feels guilty every time it happens, but not that guilty.  They’re the only good dreams he has left.
  • They’re all there, when it happens.  The basement garage has flooded with dozens of controllers from four or five different species, and the seven of them are not enough.  They’ve given up on trying to get to the computer files they came for; now they’re just battling with everything they’ve got to get to the exit.
    • Rachel is a monster of unstoppable rage, slashing blindly at everything that comes within range of her claws.  When she goes down, Marco rushes to help even as Jake and Ax make a hole in the surrounding troops with desperate brutality.  When David goes down across the room, Tobias tries to help.  Really, he does.  
    • Jake gets the industrial garage door open long enough that first Cassie and Ax, then himself and Tobias, can race through.  It’s Marco who makes the call, shouting for Jake to shut the door before any hork-bajir can get through and leave the others to fend for themselves.  
    • Cassie and Tobias are both shouting at Jake to go back for Rachel and Marco.  Somewhere inside, David is screaming for help even as Rachel continues raging at the controllers.  But he knows Marco made the right call, and he reverses the course of the door.  
    • It slams shut.  Jake watches it, and he doesn’t let Cassie past him to reopen their teammates’ only exit.  Inside, some of the screams are audible not just to their ears, but inside of their minds.  
    • Five minutes pass, as they wait outside, still able to hear the animal and alien screams inside.  Hours pass, in the span of those five minutes.
    • Later, Jake won’t ask Rachel or Marco what happened during those five minutes.  No one will.
    • When the door starts to slide up once more, they all tense—until the enormous black-furred hand catches the underside and swings it upward.  Marco is half-dragging Rachel, who has even more blood around her claws and mouth than before but is also oddly subdued.  
  • «David?» Tobias asks.
    • «Dead.»  Marco doesn’t sugar-coat it.
  • Jake drags them all away from the scene of the battle, because no one else has the presence of mind to do anything but stand there and shiver in shock.  Cassie nearly gets run over when she stops in the middle of the street to puke her guts out on the asphalt.  Rachel’s face is so pale in the streetlights she looks faintly green.  Silent tears streak Marco’s face, and he makes no effort to wipe them away.  It’s a warm California night, but they are all, to a one, very cold.
    • Funny, how quickly they fall back into their old constellation of all working together to hold each other upright.  Jake can’t form sentences; it’s Ax who morphs him and fakes a call to his parents with some excuse to spend the night at Marco’s.  Cassie pulls herself together enough to call Rachel’s mom and explain the sleepover they are going to have tonight as if she’s an adult talking to a child and not the other way around.  Tobias disappears over the rooftops; Ax morphs at top speed and follows.
  • That evening, Cassie will smother Rachel in every blanket she owns and give her hot chocolate besides.  Ax will coax Tobias into morphing andalite once again, and together they will perform the ritual of death.  Marco will shepherd Jake home and make bright excuses to Peter, never showing the slightest sign of concern even when Jake doesn’t say a single word all evening long.  
    • That night, Jake’s dream is like nothing he’s ever experienced before.  He’s not a tiger, or even a kid; he’s a grown man living in yeerk-owned New York City.  After he makes a choice, he asks the presence which has sent him the dream: Why?
    • BECAUSE, the power answers. YOU JUST MADE THE CHOICE WHICH WILL SAVE THE WORLD.

anonymous asked:

Hey! I don't really watch supergirl but I was wondering what happened at comic con that seems to upset so many people?

Hey so basically, there is this video on mtv’s youtube channel called something like “CW supergirl cast does a musical recap of season 2″ and in that interview, Jeremy Jordan thought it would be funny to bring up supercorp (the ship of Melissa Benoit and Katie Mcgrath’s characters) and he literally yelled THEY ARE ONLY FRIENDS on repeat for an obnoxious amount of time while the rest of the cast laughed their asses off and the majority of fans took offence because it was really rude. Its one thing to say, “oh yea, I didn’t see that ship coming and I don’t think it will happen.” because thats fine to say that! Its the fact they were laughing so hard at the idea that people would ship them. It hits a real sore spot with fans because tv shows often write wlw friendships that have romantic undertones where nothing happens BUT this was the first time at least I have seen where a cast thought it would be fun to mock the fans. Supercorp fans knew the ship was never going to happen (because the show already has their two gay characters no way they would dare to add another couple!) but no one expected to be laughed at. 

Disclaimer here, all the cast did laugh but David Harewood, Katie McGrath and Odette Annable looked uncomfortable and when supercorp was brought up a second time Katie bravely said some very nice words validating the ship before she was cut off by someone else who made another joke about it. 

I am not sure what to think because I do not believe the cast intended to hurt so many people with their comments but on the other hand, they should have known better. Especially because supergirl has a canon wlw couple with Chyler leigh (who was not in the interview)  in it who has done so much justice to her characters coming out story and has taken so much time speaking with fans and trying to understand their stories and basically being an A+ ally even going as far to as learning about the “bury your gays” trope and what the clexa fandom went through. The cast should have looked at their own show for a second to understand the profound impact LGBT representation does for people and how it is no joke. At the very least they (cis straight people) should not mock something they do not understand. 

UPDATE July 23rd

After Jeremy’s initial non-apology apology, he has expressed his regret and understanding on twitter specifically saying “I realize the issue goes way deeper than my previous perception of a ship”. Personally, I accept his apology because judging from his tweets, he is starting to understand why fans reacted the way that they did and has taken responsibility. 

I wonder if any other cast member will do the same

SugarDaddy!Cal Pt. 16

A/N: Yall got that last chapter to 100 so quick maan, but here is chapter 16. It’s not much, just a little filler that got too long lmaoo. Y'all like don’t understand how hard it was to write this simple ass chapter. All of the good stuff (especially the smut some have been begging for) is going to be in the following parts. If you’ve stuck with me this long you know the drill of 100 notes and feedback and I hope you enjoy💕

I already have pt 17 written as well, so the quicker this gets to 100 the quicker I can release it ;)

**WARNING**: Profanity as always because she’s a potty mouth


One/ Two/ Three/ Four/Five/Six/Seven/Eight/
Nine/Ten/Eleven/Twelve/Thirteen/Fourteen/Fifteen
Sixteen/ Seventeen/ Eighteen/ Nineteen/Twenty{END}


“Y/N.” A gruff and raspy voice was the first thing you heard as you were being shaken from your slumber. Your name was called again and again until you finally peeped one eye open to be faced with Calum’s soft features. “Babe, get up.”

“For what?” You groaned as he placed his body on top of yours. You allowed him to rest there , too tired to protest about how heavy he was.

“It’s a meeting all of us have to go to in about ten minutes and we’re already going to be late.”

“Why do I have to get up?”

Sighing loudly, Calum began to place innocent kisses all over the bare skin of your shoulder due to his shirt slouching from it.“Because David wants you at this meeting too.”

With another groan you decided that you were done with the questioning. Calum lifted himself away from you and couldn’t stop himself as he planted a kiss onto your full lips.

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Hidden Delights

… in which David follows Emma, Hook and Neal on the way to Dark Hollow, and regrets his choices immensely when they meet an unexpected obstacle that threatens to get way too personal.

( @phiralovesloki did the smutty version… this is the crack-y version. And it’s all @justanotherwannabeclassic‘s fault.)


David ignores his wife’s exasperated look as he turns towards the narrow path that leads deeper into the Neverland jungle. Ahead, out of sight already, he can still hear the crash and snap of branches and the crunch of footsteps on the leaf-strewn ground.

He knows that Emma is a grown woman. He knows that she doesn’t need him to protect her.

He also knows how Hook and Neal both look at her. And he really, really hates the idea of her traipsing around the jungle with Hook and Neal. The only way it could be worse would be if it was just one of them.

And, after all, if nothing happens, they need never know he was there.

His mind made up, David sets off in pursuit.

He can hear Hook’s voice up ahead. The words are unintelligible, but the tone is his usual mix of insolence and flirtation, setting David’s teeth on edge. Emma’s voice cuts him off, the words equally unclear, but she sounds sarcastic. David permits himself a smile.

The jungle gets thicker, and David quickens his steps a little to make sure that he won’t lose them. This brings him within earshot, just in time to hear Hook say, a little smugly, “—want me to show you, all you have to do is say the word, love.”

“I can manage just fine on my own.” Emma sounds annoyed, at least. Good.

“You’re the one who complained about your technique not working for you,” Hook says, still sounding far too smug.

David feels his fists clench.

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Also…you know what? I hope she DOES flirt with David just as much during XF publicity time. I hope they DO goof around just as much. Because I LOVE it when they do that. And also? Because I want them to be HAPPY. I want Gillian to be happy. I want David to be happy. If David and Gillian are sitting around on the set telling hole-filled stories about old episodes to ensnared passerby and cracking themselves up, I want them to do that. I DON’T want some group of fangirls to be scolding them on Twitter about it because they have newly decided that it’s morally improper for Gillian to be laughing with a man not her boyfriend, or because they feel that it’s deceptive in some way, because THEY are not able to separate wishful thinking from reality. And I don’t want David and Gillian to catch themselves every time they have the impulse for some affectionate, friendly action or word to each other and think, will the fans misinterpret this? Are we going to get shit about this? Is that what you guys WANT? Is the ONLY acceptable result to you that David And Gillian Are In Love, and everything else, anything else, any other human feeling that they might have for one another, is just useless garbage? 

It’s selfish of me, but that’s maybe what I find most upsetting about all this. Gillian and David used to not get along. They hashed their shit out, somehow, in some way that we don’t know about, and now they are friends. They are goofy, handsy, towel-snappy, one-uppy, jokey silly affectionate friends. We don’t know, I don’t know, how much time they spend together when they’re not on set together. We have not seen evidence that it’s very much, but maybe they hang out together when we don’t know about it – who knows? But we DO know that when they are “at work” together, they have fun. Not every minute, I’m sure, but some minutes, certainly. I am still hopeful that very little of this will ever reach their ears or register with them, but – what if it does? What if Gillian internalizes the message that her fans think she’s a lying skank for “flirting” with David when she has a boyfriend at home? What if David decides that it’s all not worth it because his kids keep hearing about this shit on Instagram and that all things considered it’s better to minimize public contact with Gillian? Will you guys be happy then? Will you be glad that they stopped having fun with each other? Will you be happy when we don’t get pictures of them dinking around on the set? When they don’t authorize the release of the bloopers because they don’t want people getting the wrong idea? Do you want to kill that spark that they have when they are in that superteam mode and having a good time together? Do you want that light to go out of their eyes? Will that somehow make you feel as if you have sufficiently controlled the situation and enacted hurt on the people you see as having hurt you? 

I don’t want any of that to happen. And I am pissed at the people who are only interested in the reality that they prefer to impose. 

New Boy In Town

/Girl Next Door Part 2/

AN: this fic is technically a part 2 to Girl Next Door but you don’t necessarily need to read Girl Next Door to understand this one :) this is also going to be two parts so be ready lmao

Peter Parker x Reader

// Masterlist //


Originally posted by prettystucky

It’s been a couple of months since Y/N moved next door to Peter. The two have become so ridiculously close and are usually never seen without the other. Both had harbored feelings for each other since the day they met but were both too shy to do anything about it.  Ned Leeds thought about how stupid the two smartest people in school actually were. It was painfully obvious to anyone who saw them together that they were in love but apparently it wasn’t obvious to them. 

“Peter, I swear if you don’t stop distracting me while I review, I’m not gonna speak to you for a week!” Y/N screamed. Peter knew she was more than ready to ace the test and thus, tried to distract her.

“Y/N, you’ve got this down. You studied harder for this than any of us.” Peter gestured to him and Ned.

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Swan Queen Wedding Rehearsal!!

SNOW: So this is where I will stand, since I can officiate your wedding!  Oh, Emma and Regina!  This is so exciting.  I’m the mother of the bride AND I get to marry you!

REGINA:  All I hear is, “Me, me, me…” (smirks)

EMMA:  (snorts)  Oh, let her have this, Babe.

SNOW:  Yes.  Let me have this, babe.  After all. David’s giving Emma away and Henry’s giving you away…”

HENRY:  I still think it’s kinda weird that I’m giving my mom away to my mom, yet I’ll be gaining TWO moms officially under one roof telling me to take the trash out every week. (rolls eyes)

EMMA:  And make sure you tidy up around the house.  (whispers to a chuckling David)  That way, I don’t have to do it.

REGINA:  I heard that! And you most certainly will do chores like the rest of us.  Henry, don’t think of it as giving me away.  You’re walking me down the aisle.

SNOW:  Yes.  Down the aisle to me. Where I will have you say your vows.  To think how it all kind of started with me and now here I’ll be, joining you in wedded bliss. (dreamy sigh)

REGINA:  (words silently to Emma behind Snow’s back). Me, me, me.

EMMA:  (bites side of tongue to keep from laughing)  My vows are on this yellow sheet of paper.

REGINA:  I already have mine memorized.

EMMA:  Of course you do.

REGINA:  Is that a flyer for Karaoke Night at The Rabbit Hole?

EMMA:  (dubious and careful)  Um… I’m not saying it is, I’m not saying it isn’t…

REGINA:  (wide eyes, Henry rolls his)  Emma! Did you write your wedding vows in a bar?

 

EMMA:  (hint of a smile)  I’m not saying I did, I’m not saying I didn’t.

REGINA:  (joking sarcasm)  Why exactly am I marrying you again?

EMMA:  Because you love me.  And I love you and this is like a couple years too late already.

REGINA:  (a hint of color and a smile creeps over her face, recovers)  Yes… I’m sure there will be plenty of times you’ll need to remind me of those facts in the future. (raises sardonic eyebrow)

Emma and Regina only have quiet meaningful eyes for each other and it’s as if they’ve momentarily forgotten the others there.

EMMA:  You’re also marrying me for my many other talents and skills.  (wiggles eyebrows)

HENRY:  I’m going to puke.

SNOW:  Okay! Can we please focus on some important things now?  Listen to me!

REGINA: (joking look to Henry, murmurs)  Me, me, me…

SNOW:  You are so not funny.

REGINA:  (feigns offense)  I’m hilarious!

Tumblr Fact or Fiction - Doctor Who - Judoon Platoon on the Moon

Claim:  Russell T. Davis included the phrase “Judoon platoon upon the moon” deliberately to give David a hard time - as it is pronounced differently in David’s natural Scottish accent as opposed to the Doctor’s Estuary accent.

History:  This claim didn’t originate on Tumblr - it’s been around since the episode aired and has managed to worm it’s way into many (fan-updated) wikis as though it is fact – but can anyone find an actual citation for this (Wikipedia couldn’t find one)?  Is it actually fact?

Source of the myth:  On March 28, 2007 David appeared on Chris Moyles’ radio show to promote series 3 of Doctor Who. They discussed Smith and Jones (featuring the quote in question). The hosts were also quite taken by David’s Scottish accent.  Among the quotes on the show:  
CM:  Do you ever get halfway through a scene and go, "Sorry I’m gonna have to stop, that’s too Scottish?”
DT:  Ehhh… no.  I don’t think I do really.
[later, after David tells them the name of the episode’s baddie]
CM: I think Russell T. Davies purposefully writes alien names that sound Scottish…
DT:  Yeah, to try to catch me out?
CM:  Absolutely!
DT: I think he does, yeah.  And there’s a line where I have to say, “Judoon platoon upon the moon.”
[everyone laughs]
CM:  Isn’t that the knife that you wear in your sock when you wear the kilt?
DT:  That’s a sgian-dubh.
CM:  Judoon platoon upon the moon?
DT:  Yeah
CM:  He’s definitely done that to wind you up!
DT:  [laughs] Yeah, he probably has.
CM:  [goes off on some imaginary scenario where RTD sits at home shouting to his wife(!!) to come up with Scottish-sounding names]

Source:  [ youtube ]

So, I believe that’s the source of the myth - and you would think that DT himself is a very good source, right?  But David really only jokingly agrees with Moyles’ suggestion, saying that’s “probably” what RTD does, so I don’t think that can be taken as fact.

Discounting the myth:
On the DVD commentary track for Series 4 episode The Poison Sky (which was recorded right before The Poison Sky aired in the UK), Susie Liggat (producer) asked RTD:
SL:  Now, a thing that I’ve always wondered, with you two chaps in the room, is: Do you, Russell, set David the odd really difficult thing to say to see whether… like Raxicalla-whatever that one is?
RTD: No, to be honest.  I know what you mean, it could look like that.
SL:  Sometimes I think, nobody…
DT:  The square root of Pi to 30 decimal places wasn’t easy, Russell… thank you.  For episode 10.
RTD: [laughs loudly]
SL:  It feels like there’s sort of a gamesmanship, I suppose, about it.  Like, is he going to look this up in the Latin, ancient Greek…
RTD: I don’t really!  Honestly.  I just sit there and think of the Doctor. Absolutely honestly.  And that, unfortunately for you, that is what the Doctor is like as a man.  This version of the Doctor loves words. I think he talks to himself a lot of the time - he’s listening to himself.  He enjoys… He does puns that nobody even gets.
DT:  I love it, to be honest!
[…]
RTD: I do remember this year thinking, in Pompeii, that “Species designation according to the universal ratification of the Shadow Proclamation” [big laugh] I remember putting that in and thinking, that’s a laugh!  I think that’s the only time I’ve ever thought, “that’s a bit of a laugh”, actually.  Let’s have a go at that one.

Conclusion:
Unless someone knows of a quote where RTD admits that he came up with the Judoon name/phrase to give David a challenge, I think we can’t count this myth as fact.  It started as a joke from Chris Moyles, and later Russell said that he doesn’t deliberately write lines in an effort to trip up David. This evidence isn’t entirely conclusive – RTD admittedly lied to protect plotlines and such, and people sometimes forget why they did certain things over time, but I don’t believe we have conclusive evidence that this myth is true. DT and RTD did the Smith and Jones DVD commentary together, and the line/reason for the name “Judoon” didn’t come up at that time.  Unless someone can provide a quote where RTD admits it to be fact, I personally count this as an untrue myth.

Sources referenced in this post:
[ part 2 of the Chris Moyles interview on YouTube ]
[DVD commentary for The Poison Sky - I don’t have a link, just the DVD]

Disclaimer:
I make no claim of being the keeper of all Doctor Who knowledge, and I’m certainly not perfect, but I can share the sources that I’m aware of and provide a place to gather evidence as to the veracity (or lack thereof) of these claims. Please let me know if you are aware of real, verifiable quotes from RTD or another knowledgeable member of the cast/crew and I’ll add it to the list of evidence. 

Other “Who Fact or Fiction” links (tag): 
The “shoes photo” from The Idiot’s Lantern isn’t David and Billie (or is it?)
David hadn’t seen Billie since Doomsday, and was surprised to see her in Stolen Earth

Alien: Convenant - ‘WTF David!’ theories

So, just watched Alien: Convenant last weekend.

FYI, it really is Prometheus 2 in disguise. Like, incredibly, blatantly so. I can’t believe Ridley got away with that production money…

Anyway, so general review: It wasn’t great, no comparison to the first 2 movies, but I think every Alien fan has realized nothing really meets up to those 2 (except Alien: Isolation). Better than Prometheus, and I would argue that I don’t think its better than Alien: Resurrection because as dumb as Resurrection was, it at least didn’t feel like 2 different movies smashed together.

The main problem is how its both Prometheus 2 and the prequel to Alien at the same time, and does neither one really well IMO.

But aside from that, this post is mainly about David. That mad son-of-a-bitch who is now suddenly, one of the most important parts of Xenomorph canon, for reasons I cannot say.

And even then, this is specifically about David and Elizabeth Shaw. Somewhat big spoilers, so turn away from the cut if you don’t wanna see it. You’ve been warned.

This is really for those who have watched the film, and came away from a certain revelation between David and Shaw, that maybe made them go WTF man.

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Given The Choice (14/?)

… in which Zelena makes good on a threat, Regina makes a startling discovery, and everyone keeps making the wrong assumptions, much to Emma’s annoyance.

Post-Neverland AU where Pan did not escape Pandora’s Box and Emma tries to come to grips with her strange new life featuring pirates, parents, and flying monkeys. Catch up here, or on ao3!

And major thanks to @businesscasualprincess for helping my figure out that last scene - any credit should be hers, any blame is mine ;)


Killian does not find any answers during the night. He does manage to get through almost all of the material he brought with him before finally throwing in the towel at dawn, and getting a half-hour’s sleep before going down for breakfast and more research.

Coffee helps. So does the bright electric light, and Granny’s comments, which always keep him on his toes.

“You look exhausted,” she tells him irritably as she refills his cup.

“And you look as lovely as ever,” he counters.

Granny is not charmed. “Don’t change the subject. You should go back upstairs, get some sleep. You won’t be any use when you’re falling asleep.”

“I don’t intend to fall asleep,” he assures her. “I’m fine.”

It’s only a little untrue. “Fine” is something else, but “fine” isn’t a possibility at the moment, even if he sleeps for a week. But he’s captained his ship through storms on less sleep than this.

“Y’know Emma’s not gonna think much of your devilish good looks today, either,” Granny tells him bluntly, the provocation clear.

“She never does,” Killian retorts. “I’ve given up my efforts in that regard.”

Granny snorts with laughter. “Of course you have.”

Killian glares at her.

As soon as he can, he makes his escape from the diner and gets back to work. By the time Belle and Ruby join him, he’s almost finished looking through his stack of journals and papers. By the time Henry shows up, he knows that there’s no answer in there.

Nothing except a confirmation that Zelena’s curse works, and that his selfishness is to blame for it.

He shouldn’t love Emma. He doesn’t, really, does he? Love is selfless, even he knows that. What he feels isn’t real love, it’s a pretension of it.

And maybe, just maybe, if he can manage to get rid of his feelings for her, the curse won’t work anymore. He needs to get over this infatuation of his, accept that there are things that simply aren’t in the cards for Captain Hook, and stop dragging good people down with him.

He hates this plan. Unfortunately, so far, it’s the only one he’s got.

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Gwenvid Week - Day 5

Campfire Kiss

“Wasn’t this a good idea?”

“This was definitely … an idea.”

“Aww, Gwen, I think it’s a lot of fun!”

She scowled, pulling her sweatshirt closer around herself. “You didn’t have to spend the day dodging Pikeman. Of course you had fun.”

David frowned. “Now, I know he’s a little overbearing —”

“That’s a hell of a way to say ‘creepy and should have his hands cut off,’ but sure.”

“— but the Woodscouts are an important part of the Lake Lilac Camping Association! And it’s a great way to ensure the campers experience a variety of people and —”

“Don’t recite the brochure at me, David. I helped write it.” Gwen rolled her eyes, looking around at the dodgeball game that’d sprouted up — not for the fate of the camp, for once. (She’d already had to shut down three different “for the fate of the camp” bets, and it was only the first day of their weekend-long Friendship Retreat.) “But yeah, this could’ve been way more of a disaster.”

“Thank you, Gwen!” He straightened up, brightening, and for a moment they watched the game in silence. “This … was a good idea, right?” he repeated, his voice a little quieter.

She softened, leaning in and bumping her shoulder against his. “Definitely, David. You should be proud of it.” He’d worked harder to get this ready than on anything else all summer. Though … maybe some of that was her fault. “We should probably call everyone over soon, huh?” she asked, tilting her head back to the darkening sky. “Get this show on the road?”

He deflated slightly, his shoulders slumping and his gaze dropping to the dirt. “I guess,” he mumbled.

She laughed, climbing to her feet and stretching. “It was your idea, Greenwood.”

“The competition was!” he insisted, scrambling up as well. “Not the stakes!”

“Listen, I was not hinging the fate of the camp on your ability to scare people! It was the only other idea we knew he’d accept.”

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Of fins and feathers Chapter 1

Ok so this is a mutant au, some people are born with unique attributes, and in this case Max does. Read if you’d like to find out what happens! Ch 2 should be in the making soon!!!
Here ya go kiddos

Also @dadvidismycanonheadcanon

Btw sorry it’s crappy it’s just a start up to this au-

Max was never a very open kid. He didn’t like anyone knowing how he felt, especially not adults. Ever since he was born he had been taught to hide his true self. Being born with wings was something to be ashamed of in his parent’s eyes, and even more shamed by society.

It really wasn’t his fault he ended up with the wings, he had inherited them from his grandmother. He always just guessed it skipped a generation or something.


Heat was another issue for him, having to hide wings required a lot of clothing, and that was not really too practical in the summer.

Today their overly cheery camp counselor decided it would be a good idea to do a scavenger hunt. It was way too early in the morning for max to really care, so he simply leaned against the wall of the mess hall and sipped at his apple juice box.

The hard wood felt a bit uncomfortable pressing into his wings, but if he were really honest,he was never comfortable when he had to bundle them up like that.


Neil approached his salty friend and started with an annoyed tone. “I can’t believe those jackasses think we really want to be out here the next hour looking for sticks and shit.”

He kicks at a small rock, then sits down on a crate near them.

Max drops his juice box to the ground and huffs. He could feel his feathers ruffle up in irritation at even the thought of joining the activities in this heat.

Nikki was too busy running rampant and trying to win against everyone else to bother being “cool” with the boys.

She practically dragged nerris and Preston along to find something called a snozberry bush.


David had noticed max and Neil sitting out of the group, so he walked up to them to find out why they weren’t participating. “Hey fellas, why not join everyone for today’s activity? I bet you’ll have tons of fun if you just put your mind to it!” David finished his statement with a couragous swoop of his fist. Max grunted and shoved his hands in his pockets, “How about no? Seriously I can’t believe you thought anyone but Nikki would care about this fucking stick hunt.”

David pouted “max, watch your mouth, and it’s a scavenger hunt. It’s meant to be fun!”

He shook his head before noticing the juice box. “And we talked about the littering habit max. What if poor animal tried to eat this and choked or what if it ends up in the lake?”

Max only tsked, “natural selection dude, I think only a stupid animal would eat cardboard. And so what if it lands in the lake? This place is already a fuckin dump.”

David, for some reason, actually scowled at this.

“Max.”

Max looked back in surprise.

“Please just, hear me out, just this once”

David went back to a begging tone.


Max stared, picked it up, and threw it to a nearby bin.

“Thank you.” David chose to leave it at that and walk away quietly.


“Well…that was weird.” Neil snapped max out of his thoughts, and he just haughted back. “Nah man, he’s just being a fucking tree hugger again. I wish he’d get off of my back with that shit though.”


Soon it was time for lunch, but since the mess hall was too…ashy from being on fire, David made it a picnic day. Nikki had finally calmed down enough for food, even though she still wouldn’t sit to eat her sandwich. She hung upside down in a nearby tree, letting her food hang from her lips.

Having a friend that was part spider monkey could be a challenge at times.


Max wiped more sweat from his forehead, and hadn’t noticed how laboured his breathing had gotten until Gwen asked him why he was panting like a dog. He quickly yelled at her to shut her trap and walked away to sit in the shade by himself.


Gwen sat back down next to David, and tapped his arm. “Hey David, I don’t usually care, but it’s a lot of paperwork if any of the kids pass out from heat exposure…I think it’d be best if you could help me get max out of that hoodie.”

David set down his pudding and frowned, he looked at max, then back to gwen.

“Whoa, is he overloading himself? I could’ve sworn we just had self care camp last week!”


David rubbed his chin for a moment, then smiled brightly. “I know! Why don’t we go for a swim in the nice cool water?”

Half of the kids perked up at this, anything to beat the heat at this point.


Max continued to look past the trees to ignore everyone. Swimming was a horrible idea because one, he couldn’t, and two, his wings would get wet and he hated that.


“Come on campers! Let’s get this mess cleaned and hop in the water! Remember, have your pool buddy and water wings at all times!”


Space kid smiled brightly, “cool! Real astronuats use water as a zero gravity training technique!”


“Yeah,” Dolph agreed, “maybe I’ll get some inspiration for a new watercolor piece!”


Everyone contently put their trash away and headed off to go change into their swimwear. Well, everyone except Max. David let Gwen go make sure everyone else was all set, while he stayed back to check on the small sour boy.

“Now Max, I know the water can be scary, but it’ll be ok, I promise nothing will happen. I’ll be right there watching.”

David knew Max didn’t like, or know how, to swim, but thought he’d at least try.

“Well I think your job is gonna be way fuckin easier because I’m not getting into that shitty lake. There’s probably some mutated creepy fish just waiting to get it’s jaws on some vulnerable kids.”

Max folded his arms and leaned against his tree again. “Yeah, so no thanks.”


The taller male shook his head, but didn’t wanna push Max too much. “Ok,you don’t have to swim, but at least come sit with us ok?”


Max tisked at him, and reluctantly nodded.

Everyone was having fun in the water, splashing, diving, and chilling. Nurf, Harrison, nerris, and nikki started a game of chicken. Ered was laying on a floaty, along with Gwen. Spacekid was underwater with his helmet, and Neil sat on the shore with Max, only Neil was in swim trunks.


Max had shades on, and lay back against a rock. His hoodie was nearly drenched in sweat on the inside, but didn’t let it be known just how uncomfortable it was.

Neil held up a stone to inspect it, spouting out small mumbles of science talk to himself.

David was sitting on the dock, making sure to apply enough sunscreen to his pale skin. Last time he forgot to use it he looked like a half cooked lobster.


Max yawned and wiped more sweat away from his face. When did his sleeve start to feel so cool on his skin?

He watched as David walked up and waved his hand in front of his face, but couldn’t find the strength to wave back. Why would he wave back? Now his thoughts were getting scrambled, great.

David suddenly seemed really panicked and shook Max’s shoulders. When did this guy ever learn? He didn’t wanna be…touched? Now Gwen and a few others came up in a panic, but then everything went dark.


Max woke up with a pounding headache, and cool air biting at his arms. He assumed he was in bed and when he reached for his blanket, realized that he didn’t HAVE a bed in his tent.

He sat up quickly as he could, and realized that his hoodie was also missing.


Why was he in the councilor’s cabin? Shouldn’t he be getting harrased by David’s non-stop cheer?? He stretched out his wings and stopped for a second. He didn’t take the hoodie off himself, and his wings were out, which means… David knows.


Max was about to stand up to try and hide in the bathroom, but was stopped by a voice.

“Oh, you’re awake!”

Max whipped his head around to the tall man, who was holding some icepacks AND a glass of water.

“You might wanna sit down buddy, you passed out from the heat.”


Max rubbed his eyes, then grabbed a sheet to hide his back.


“Don’t look at me you fucker. Did you undress me? That’s sick, I should call the cops you fuckin pedo.”

Max scowled.


David placed the icepacks next to him, and became very flustered. “No! I would never dream of doing that to any of my campers! That’s disgusting.”

He hands the glass of water to max. “But yes we had to take off that darn hoodie. You are very dehydrated from all that sweat, drink that.”

Max didn’t argue anymore, and simply guzzled down his water. The cold, crisp fluid soothed his dry throat.

Once he was done, David took the empty glass and set it aside.


“So…I know you might not want to talk about it, but I think you’ll feel better if you do. Why were you hiding such a wonderful part of yourself?”

Max hugged his knees, a habit he usually only displayed when he was trying to hide negative thoughts.

“More like a fucking curse. My parents didn’t want anyone to know I had these because they were afraid of discrimination. They’re ashamed to have a son that’s a mutant.”

That word hit David right in the chest, his heart constricted for the boy who had to hear the slur, from his own parents no less!!


“Max… you shouldn’t let what other people think get in the way of your health and happiness. I know it can be hard–”

“No David you don’t know! You don’t know what it’s like to go day to day having to hidewho you really are from other people! Even people you think you can trust!”

David closed his eyes at the now slightly crying boy and sighed. “Max…I think I need to show you something.”


Max continues to look away, upset with himself for showing how much it actually ate at him to hide. David stood up in front of the bed, and undid his bandana. On his neck displayed small slits, each moving slightly. He closed his eyes for a moment, shifting fins onto his elbows and a bigger one on his back.


He giggles nervous and looked away, “I’d shift to my full form, but I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to stand on a fish tail.”


Max’s jaw hung open slightly. “Wh-what the actual fuck David!? You’re a fucking mermaid??”


David smiled and red struck his cheeks idly. “Surprise?”

He sat back down next to max.

“Look, I have fins and gills, you have wings, and will probably gain more feathers as you get older. We’re different from each other, but that isn’t a bad thing! We can use our unique gifts to our advantage.”

He watches max glide his small fingers over his scales on his hand. “Who do you think came up with underwater basket weaving?”

Max wiped any remaining evidence that he was ever upset away. “Of course that was you, you’re a fucking weirdo.”

David grinned, the small gills moving happily. Max was back to his snarky little self, and David could now do more activities meant specifically for him!


Max let the sheet fall, his baby fluff wings poking from his back. “So..if you think it’s so wonderful, why do you hide this?”

David felt Max’s feathers tickle his arm slightly.

“Well, for one it takes too much of my energy to be half shifted. I could just have my dorsal out, but it still bugs me when I’m sleeping in a cabin meant for humans.” He giggles and holds his bandana up, “as for my gills, I can’t hide them, but they’re super sensitive. I use this for protection”


Max nods and stretches out a considerably sized grey wing. They were only a bit bigger than his arms, but they’d grow out once he had all of his baby feathers gone.


“Don't…..don’t say anything ever but…”

Max leaned into David’s side for comfort, which lead David to wrap a protective arm around him.


“It’s ok max, birds of a feather stick together.”


“You fucker”


They couldn’t help but Silently giggle at the joke though

Gwen listened silently from the hall, and she did not have a lump in her throat. Definitely not.

I think liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 23

Originally posted by captaine-duckling

When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit….

Chapter 23


Blake remained alone for the long two days that followed.

She had managed to get herself up and out of bed to use the bathroom….but that was far as she felt able to go by herself….exhausted by even that.

The bandages around her broken and bruised ribs and around her sprained wrist were checked and changed by Doctor Carson, formally of the Hilltop people…who looked slightly stressed and frazzled.

And apart from that, a meek-looking Saviour, who only looked about fourteen, brought her three meals a day without fail.

But this pair were the only people she had seen. Even the hallway outside her room had been empty each time she had passed through it.

Since Blake had awoken, she had had no contact with Negan or any of his close lieutenants. No Dwight, no Eugene, no Simon and no Arat. Even the few she didn’t know by their names hadn’t come near her either…and Blake knew that this had to have been on Negan’s orders.

She had heard the anger in his voice when he had spoken to her….felt the disappointment in his glare…

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