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Make You Feel Good

Pairing: Dean x Reader
Words: 2674
This is the first smut I’ve done in a long time. Be gentle, please.

Warning: Smut, fingering, oral (female receiving), squirting, unprotected sex (be safe people)

A/N: Do NOT post my writing on any other site. Do NOT take credit for my work. Do NOT copy and paste.
A/N: Reblogs are perfectly fine…because that’s still giving me credit for the work I did.
A/N: If you want tagged, send me an ask.

Dean’s Point Of View

           Y/N rarely brought a guy back to her motel room. I probably girls back too often. Sam had his nights here and there. But Y/N wasn’t one to have one-night stands. So, when I heard the guys’ voice in her room on the other side of mine, I was a little curious.

           And then I heard the words that sent me into a storm of rage.

           “You’re gonna take it you filthy fat cow.”

           “Get out,” Y/N’s voice was broken. I could hear her tears, “Please.”          

           “Not until I get what I came for. Not like you’re going to get it from anyone else. I’m doing you a favor.”

           I didn’t remember leaving my room or busting in to Y/N’s. But there I was, physically making that guy leave her room. With more threats to kill him, castrate him, and humiliate him if he ever came near her again.

           “Dean?” Y/N was curled up on the bed, wrapped in a sheet.

           I rushed to her, “He’s an idiot. He’s such an idiot. You’re beautiful and perfect. Everything about you is perfect.”

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least effective way to get yourself out there is to put down your own work. heres a goal: hype yourself! stop with the self deprecating captions and tags on everything
i know, trust me, i understand its really tempting to point out bad things in your work so that no one else can, but the only thing that will accomplish is convincing your audience that you dont have faith in the work you do, so why should they? when you give people the expectation that something is bad or wrong about every piece, they will start to look for flaws on their own

Title: Into Focus
Character: Peter Parker
A/n: I really hope we get to see more of the photographer aspect of Peter’s character in later movies.

“Do you have any idea what you’d want for your birthday?” You asked Peter as the two of you made the usual walk home from school.

Peter shook his head. “I already told you that you really don’t have to get me anything, just make a card or something.”

“Don’t be so lame, of course I’m getting you a present,” You said, lightly elbowing him. “So, come on, help make my job easier.”

Peter made a zipping motion across his lips. “Nope.


“Ned, can you help me out with something?” You asked, balancing your phone between your jaw and shoulder as you scrolled through various shopping sites on your computer.

“Look, if it’s about the English homework, I don’t really get it much either.”

You chucked. “No, I got that done an hour ago. But I need help picking out a gift for Peter.”

“Oh, okay. What do you have down so far?”

You went through your short list of things you had bookmarked, all of which were met with noises of disagreeance.

“Eh, I’m not really liking any of them so far. What else do you have?”

You sighed, leaning foward to rest your head on your arms. “That’s all of it.”

“Well, looks like we have a lot of work to do before Pete’s birthday.”

Your head shot up. “You mean you’re gonna help me?”

“Of course,” Ned said, but after there was short pause. “But in return, you gotta send me the English homework.”



With Peter’s birthday coming closer, you and Ned spent a lot of your free time trying to narrow down your options for a gift. The two of you had been on every shopping site known to man, but so far you only had a few things picked out, none of which that stood out to you.

“I wanna make this special, I finally have money of my own so I’m actually able to get him something nice.”

Ned glanced over his laptop screen to give you a look. “Oh okay, I get it now.”

“Get what?”

Ned’s smile got wider. “You know.”

“I really don’t.”

“You know..,” He said, waggling his eyebrows. “You having a thing for Peter.”

“Oh come on,” You said, going into full denial mode. “Seriously?”

“Eh, you can deny it all you want. But everyone else notices the doe eyes.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “I do not make doe eyes.”

“Maybe, but Peter does.”



“Hey, do you wanna come over and hang out for a bit?” Peter said, showing up at your locker as you started to shove your things into your backpack. “I can order pizza.”

“Ah man, I would. But me and Ned have to do something.” You told him, trying to give him as little detail as possible.

“Oh, that’s okay. I can just tag along instead?”

“No!” You said, much too quickly. “I-I just mean, it’s kind of a me and him thing, y'know?”

Peter didn’t know, but he wasn’t about to tell you that. “Yeah, yeah. It’s fine, don’t even worry about it.”

“You’re a doll,” You told him, giving his shoulder a punch. “But we’ll hang out soon, okay?”

Peter didn’t even have time to reply before you took off down the hall.

That was incredibly weird, even for you.

But he was interested in what the two of you were doing. Most of the time, all of you hung out as a collective group. There was the off occasion when Peter would invite you over, but that was more because Aunt May liked having you over for dinner every now and then.

Peter just wasn’t under the impression that you and Ned were that close.


“So, are you free tonight to come over? Aunt May’s making in dinner and wanted me to ask you.” Peter said, once again at your locker after the school day ended.

Just as you were about to answer, Peter could see walking up from the opposite end of the hallway.

“Sorry, Pete. Ned and I are doing something.”

“Again?” Peter couldn’t help but feel a little irritated at this point. The two of you had been running off almost everyday for the past week, and each time he was left out of the circle. He’d try and work his way into tagging along, but you were dead set on Peter not being where you two went.

“Yeah, but I’ll stop by tomorrow, okay?” You said, giving him a smile before catching up with Ned.

Peter’s brows furrowed together. What were the two of you doing?


You looked proudly down at Peter’s present, you had spent the night trying to figure out how to wrap it in the most neat way possible. You had even gone out to buy some fancy ribbon to place around the whole thing.

It had taken some time, but you and Ned finally came up with the perfect idea for a gift for Peter, and you were quite happy with it.

Carefully placing the present into your bag, you left a small note on the kitchen counter for your parents to read so they knew where you’d gone.

You practically sprinted the whole way to Peter’s apartment complex, coming up to the door and knocking rapidly.

Peter was the one who answered, and you instantly pulled him into a hug. “Happy Birthday!”

You had caught him off guard, half because you actually showed up and the other half because of the sudden hug.

“Thank you,” He said with a laugh, returning it before showing you inside. “I’m surprised you made it.”

“Of course I’d make it, what do you mean?”

“Just like, the whole thing with running off with Ned, like every day for the past week.” Peter explained, trying to say it in the least bitter way possible.

“Oh no,” You said, reaching around to pull his gift from your bag. “He was just helping me pick this out for you.”

Peter slowly took it from you. “You didn’t have to.”

“Yeah, but I did,” You said, practically bouncing from excitement. “Open it!”

Peter laughed, starting to undo all the nice wrapping. “Oh wow,” He said quietly once he could see enough of the box to know what it was.

Peter looked up at with wide eyes. “Oh wow.” He said, flipping open the box and pulled out a camera.

You gave him a broad smile. “Do you like it?” You asked him, setting the box on the sofa while you moved to stand beside him. "It’s not very fancy, but I thought it was perfect to start out with.”

“No, No.” Peter said, carefully flipping it over as he examined it. “It’s perfect.”

“Good, took Ned and I days to decide on what to get you. You’ll get his present later though.”

“How much was it?”

“Doesn’t matter,” You said with a cheeky smile before pulling him to the fire escape. “Come on, let’s try it out!”

It was late into the afternoon, so the sky had already begun to shift into various shades of pink and oranges. “This is a great view, give it a whirl.” You encouraged.

Peter brought up the camera to his eyes, taking a second to get used to the features before the skyline came into focus.

He was just about to press the button when he glanced over at you and saw the pure expression of happiness etched across your face as you had all of your focus on the city.

Peter found himself aiming the picture at you instead, and that was when he took it.

“Did you get it? How does it look?” You asked him, still keeping your gaze outward.

Peter pulled the camera down and smiled at you. “Perfect.”

mainblogyskymumstuff-otherblogs  asked:

Hey I'm a bit confused on all the AUs you do? Can I get a master post point me to main AUs blogs? (The creators blogs?)

I don’t have any other blogs except for my mainblog(here) and the other blog(nsfw). Maintaining multiple blogs are hard and I tend to forget them overtime which is a very big problem because I don’t want to leave any blogs unattended.

I however tag them in their respective AUs so that people can search them really fast on my blog. I hope this helps

Here’s the master list:

Flug’s Past AU- which btw is just one more comic away to be done 

Baby Hats AU - A work in progress at the moment (Next project)

Big Brother Slug - is a pass time comic if I feel to make more fluff

Childhood friends - is at the moment on hold. Have a connection to the Flug’s past au. But this weights more of Demencia’s past and how she became what she is now.

anonymous asked:

Do you take AU prompts? I am rewatching the X files and came across (recent,means from 2007/2008) pictures of the actor who played Jack Willis. He kind became more handsome with age... there are pictures on the net if you want to have a look. Anyway if you do take AU prompts here comes one: Takes place somewhere around "one son".And there is a FBI Halloween Party and Scully and Mulder are there but so is someone from her past... i am starving for a jelous Mulder...

This ended up being SO long. I’m sorry. Continued under the cut (and also you’ll see the pic which was inspiration for Scully’s costume. Tagging @today-in-fic and @fictober

Mulder knew it had been a bad idea, right from the very start. Work gatherings had never been high on his to-do list, and for good reason. The Christmas party was bad enough, and he made a point never to attend following the year he’d been talked into doing tequila shots and had woken up next to Elizabeth from Finance with a sore head and limited memory of the night before. But then there was the Halloween Party, something different entirely – a surprisingly popular affair where the costumes and goings on were talked about for weeks afterwards. Mulder had never attended before; when he’d first started at the Bureau he’d made excuses and then after a while his colleagues presumed he was spooky enough without wearing a costume. Scully had never mentioned it in the time they’d worked together, and he’d presumed that likewise she had no interest. Until this year. This year she’d suggested they attend, in her words, “to make an effort.” It would be fun, she’d added, and besides, at the very least there was a free bar. They both knew Mulder found it hard to say no to his partner, and she’d had a tough year, what with her cancer and finding and then losing Emily, so she deserved to have a night out, to live life and have fun. Though he wasn’t overly enthusiastic about having to socialize with their colleagues, Mulder had to admit he was happy to spend time with his partner without a case to distract them, especially now they were on good terms again, and so he’d agreed, on the condition that he chose his own costume.

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“Tightrope Walking” - Part 7

“Tightrope Walking” - Part 7

(Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6)

My Masterlist - Here

Tag List - Here

Bruce Wayne x Reader - Romantic Relationship

Jim Gordon x Reader - Father/Daughter Relationship

Jerome Valeska x Reader - Past Friendship

Word Count: 1,200-ish

Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Your Last Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: None that I can tell. Let me know if I missed anything

Originally posted by peculiar-p0st

Summary: The Aftermath

Author’s Note: This is the end of this series. I may do an epilogue at some point. But I hope you guys have enjoyed this series!

If you would like to be tagged in any of my future pieces (All Works, Specific Fandoms, or Specific Multi-Parts), please let me know! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!


- DreaSaurusREX

You woke up to the sound of a heart monitor beeping steadily and a comfortable warmth around your hand. You slowly open your eyes and have to blink a few times to get adjusted to the light. But when you do adapt, you see you’re in Gotham General. Then you look around and see your four favorite men.

Bruce was in a chair next to you holding your hand as he had his head leaning against your bed. His chest was slowly rising and falling, meaning he was asleep. Jim was in a chair on the opposite side of your bed, also asleep. Alfred was looking at the view outside the window, and Harvey was standing with him. They were chatting about something in hushed tones, probably not to wake the other two up.

It felt as if you had eaten cotton balls your throat was so dry. So instead of speaking to let them know you were awake, you just squeezed Bruce’s hand a few times. He slowly stirred awake and lifted his head, rubbing his eye with his free hand before really realizing the situation.

“Hey there, sleepyhead.” You managed to speak, but it came out very scratchy.

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anonymous asked:


I get asks/tags/discord mentions for this quite often so I’ll just lay out my battle plan™ for quick fan art production in this answer, because it’s really, really not magic!!

1 - I’m self-employed so I can shuffle around my work hours to free up thursdays. For the past couple of episodes, I actually scheduled Thursday afternoons and Friday mornings to be “off” and free for drawings.

2 - I know what I’m good at (kinda). Drawing people and emotive faces is pretty easy for me at this point, so I tend to stick with drawing scenes involving emotions and not like… machinery or tons of armor or lots of architecture. 

3 - I’ve been working under professional and personal deadlines for eight years now. I’m 26 and I started freelancing right out of high school, then started a webcomic almost seven years ago, then another four years ago. I’m pretty disciplined and know how to focus/trick myself into focusing. 

4- I’m a notorious efficiency fiend when it comes to keeping track of how much time I spend on a comic page, commission, and project. I’ve literally spent years finding shortcuts to art. Sometimes that’s making new brushes on the fly, sometimes it’s making an overpainting layer instead of trying to fix lineart / flats / rendering layers, but a lot of times it’s just learning not to nitpick and let go. 

Long story short, I min-maxed my drawing process. 

What Could Have Been

Pairing: Dean x Reader
Words: 1092
Requested by Anonymous:  Could I please have a Dean x Reader oneshot where he used to be in love with the reader years ago but he’d never asked her out and then she was killed on a hunt, then a djinn that makes him dream of what life would’ve been like if he’d confessed his feelings and she’d lived (married with kids), and it really upsets him because he know he has to wake up and he doesn’t want to have to say goodbye to her again?

A/N: Do NOT post my writing on any other site. Do NOT take credit for my work. Do NOT copy and paste.
A/N: Reblogs are perfectly fine…because that’s still giving me credit for the work I did.
A/N: If you want tagged, send me an ask.

Dean’s Point Of View 

           I woke up to sun shining in through a window. Sudden panic shot through me. My room didn’t have windows. And I didn’t remember checking in to a motel. Where was I?

           I turned my head and saw the most beautiful sight. Y/N. She was sleeping soundly next to me. But that was … that was impossible.

           Y/N had been dead for two years. I hadn’t been able to save her. I also hadn’t been able to tell her how much I loved her. And I regretted both every day I spent without her in my life. How was she sleeping next to me? Was I dead? Was this my heaven?

           Y/N stirred and I held my breath. Her eyes opened and she smiled, “Good morning,” she said, leaning over to kiss me.

           I stiffened. What was going on?

           “Dean? Honey, are you okay?” she asked.

           “Sorry. Just … just a weird dream,” I said.

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PSA bc it's pissing me off rn

Hi this is a rant given to you by me while I’m sitting on the floor in my shower with my phone, in a life proof case, in my hands. I, because I’m tired from being out walking around in an unsuccessful hope of seeing fireworks, am just trying to chill while the water washes over me for a bit and enjoy some Bucky smut.

Now, here’s where I start to get annoyed. I search Bucky x reader smut and scroll through the tags. Not only do I find a shit ton of Seb Stan x Reader smut, I find fics that don’t contain any smut at all. So, I’ll scroll through the tags to see if Tumblr mobile is just fucking up. Nope. The authors tagged their Seb Stan angst as Bucky x reader smut.

Like, I get the point of why they do that bc it gets their work more views bc they’re tagging it with a popular tag. But c'mon man, when I’m scrolling through the search area looking for some Bucky smut I don’t wanna have to scroll past fics that don’t technically belong in that category.

Smh…okay…that is all. Just wanted to share my little annoyance with you guys. Back to sitting in the shower and then hating myself for wasting water. *grumble grumble grumble* I apologize for any typos or weird autocorrects.

20 Questions with Dr Ferox #12

I am beyond tired folks, struggling to set by body clock back after a night shift again. It’s a peculiar mix of grunge and headache without having done anything super fun to deserve it, so my apologies if I’m a little slow on the uptake.

But here I have 20 more questions and comments you’ve sent me, so lets get into them. I have tried to tag the question askers, but if you asked on Anon then you’ll have to look through yourself to see if you’ve been answered yet.

Anonymous said: How is Lucifer doing? Are you still seeing him? I checked the archives, but I didn’t see any updates past a point and I was curious about the bunbun.

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Coercion - 10

@coveofmemories @reiding-and-writing @myxomatosis-s (I feel like I may have been tagging you wrong, SO sorry sweetie) @skeletoresinthebasement @passionate-hedgehog @camigt1999 @eideticenticement @ultrarebelheart @remember-me-forever-silent-angel

You are just about to start your new job at the BAU after years of working to get there, when a man you don’t know approaches you with an evil plan and knowledge of every sordid detail of your past. What will you do? Will you give into the man’s demands? Or will you be able to find another way out?


By the time you got back, you were livid. The rage was coursing through you to the point where you stood at the steps of the jet before they’d even been lowered. As you rushed off the plane, Hotch called after you to return your gun, which as part of your continued involvement in the case, was ordered to be returned every night before you went home.

You’d barely heard him through the haze of frustration, but you spun around, handed him your gun without a word, and sped to your car, more than ready to go home. The thought of spending another moment with your team, who you’d disappointed for the second time in a week, made you want to explode. “Tomorrow, 9 AM,” you heard him call.

When you returned home, it was barely 7PM, but you were beyond done. Sleep was necessary. As your head hit the pillow, you prayed for relief from the continuous torturous thoughts that were plaguing your mind. Little did you know those thoughts would continue for weeks. Ashton had dropped off the map.


Ashton was here. There was no place else he could be. Every possible method of ingress and egress was covered. They were going to get him and this was all going to be over. You’d never been more confident than in this moment.

Until you heard something hit the wall somewhere behind you. You gently tiptoed your way through the apartment, gun at the ready. The code of law enforcement was that if he could be taken into custody that was what you were supposed to do, but that wasn’t happening. If you found him before someone else did, Ashton was dead. You wouldn’t give him the chance to buy his way out of prison a second time.

“No!” you breathed. The noise you’d heard was Emily. In front of you was Emily’s lifeless body, her head caved in just under the blood splatter on the wall. When you went to put your fingers to her throat, you sobbed, covered your mouth with your free hand. She was gone.

Where was this fucker?

Spinning around on your heels, you picked up your pace and rounded the corner, heading to the noise your heard at the opposite end of the expansive apartment. “Aaron,” you heard, the noise gurgling from someone whose voice was distorted by blood. “No, Aaron, stay with me.” As you walked into the room, you saw Hotch’s hand slip from Rossi’s grasp. They’d both been stabbed. “It was one of the bodyguards,” he said, the dark crimson liquid spilling forth from his mouth and flowing onto the floor. “Go get him, Y/N.”

“I’m not leaving you,” you cried. Let them come to you.

There wasn’t any time, and Rossi new it. “The longer you stay here, the more likely he’ll get away. Go!” He choked out the last word and as you left the room, your eyes drowning in tears, you could feel his last breaths.

Stealth was no longer an option. Without any regard for who might hear you, you ran to where you’d heard another noise, only to find JJ sitting up against the wall with a knife in her stomach. “He went that way. Go!” She looked like she’d lost a lot of blood, but Rossi was right; you couldn’t wait.


No, no, no, no, no…”Morgan!” you screamed. He was gone. “Spencer!” You yelled your throat raw, pleading for Spencer to answer your cries, but he wasn’t saying anything. In a desperate, last-ditch attempt to save the man you loved, you screamed and cried as you ran through the apartment, knocking over anything and everything to gain Ashton’s attention. Everyone else was dead or close to death. If he wanted you, let him take you, just leave Spencer alone.

When you rounded the next corner, he was there. Alive. “Spencer,” you breathed. 


A rattling, screaming cry emanated from your throat as Spencer fell to the floor, a bullet shining right between his eyes. “You could’ve saved his life if you had just done what you were told,” Ashton said, stepping out of the shadows. “It’s your fault.”


Shooting up in bed, you were alarmed at the sound of screaming, only to realize seconds later that it was your own. After you grabbed at your arms and patted your legs, ensuring you were in fact alive and awake, you grabbed your phone and shot Spencer a text. He wasn’t speaking to you. He’d barely said ten words since he’d learned of what you’d done to JJ, but you needed him to answer. You needed to know he was alive. Even if he hated you. Pieces of this nightmare had been plaguing your dreams for the past two weeks. Two weeks since you’d been this close to Ashton and had him slip from your grasp. But this time was the first time it had felt so real. You needed Spencer to text you.

What do you want, Y/N?

It took a minute to adjust to his tone of text. It was so foreign to you, but at least he was alive.

I had a nightmare. I needed to make sure you were alive. I know you hate me. But thank you for messaging me.

The shaking you’d woken up with didn’t subside as you got dressed and drove to work. It was still early. It was 6 AM. But you couldn’t sleep. Ashton was still out there. You’d work for three hours. Comb through everything you could to see what clues you could find. Maybe Garcia would be in and you could scour every camera across the globe and spot the fucker in the crowd.

When you got into the office, the only one who was there was Hotch, giving further credence to your theory that he was in fact superhuman and didn’t need sleep to function. After grabbing a cup of coffee, which was probably the worst idea for you considering you were still jittery, you sat down at your desk with whatever files you could gather.

After nearly two and a half hours, you’d found nothing that would indicate Ashton’s whereabouts. You downed the last sip of your now ice-cold coffee and looked at the case reports from two weeks earlier, when you’d lost him in Scotland. Those words. ‘How does it feel? Knowing you were so close?’ They stared back at you- mocking you, torturing you – with a range of thoughts, none of them kind. “Fuck!” you screamed, throwing the files off your desk and collapsing into your desk in a fit of tears.

This was All. Your. Fault.

“Y/N?” Hotch said sternly, nodding his head in the slight but noticeable way that said he wanted you to come to his office. Lovely. Now he’s going to reprimand me for throwing papers everywhere.

You tugged your shirt down and walked toward Hotch’s office without any regard for picking up the papers. No one was in yet anyway. It didn’t fucking matter. You weren’t sure what mattered anymore.

“Look, sir,” you started, “I’m sorry for the outburst. It’s just-“

“Sit,” he said firmly. Despite wanting to protest, you sat down in front of him, reading for the tongue-lashing. “How are you? 

Excuse me. “Sir? 

“I can see you’re not getting enough sleep. Ever since we got back from Scotland, you’re shaky and on-edge, even more so than before. You’re downing cups of coffee faster than the pot can make it; that is when you’re not to in your own head so much that you forget that five hours have passed. It’s not healthy.” He finished speaking and you looked at him confused. He was talking to you like a dad that was worried you were overworking yourself, not a federal agent that nearly killed one of his teammates and closest friends.

“Sir, Ashton is still out there. I can’t focus knowing he’s out there. Living a life that none of us could ever hope to live, knowing what he’s done,” you said. How could he even ask you that kind of question? What else should you be doing? “I’m not sleeping until he’s caught. I’ve fucked up enough in my life. I’m not gonna do it again and allow that bastard to take the one thing I’ve worked so hard for, at least not without a fight. I can’t…I just…” The sobs started to wrack through your body again. You’d lost count of how many times you’d broken down when you promised yourself you wouldn’t. The shaking from this morning intensified as you hanged your head in your hands. “Hotch…Sir, I’m so sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen. I didn’t want to hurt JJ. I didn’t want to hurt anyone. I-“

“You chose Reid,” he said simply. “I understand. 

Your head rose from its position to meet his gaze. “You understand? You don’t think I acted hastily?”

He shook his head. “My assumption was that you weighed all your options. From what you knew, he had all the resources to do whatever he wanted, including killing Reid. From there, you chose him. If I were in your position, your exact position, I would’ve chosen Jack, and no one could’ve convinced me otherwise,” he said, the surety in his voice steadying you slightly.  “I wish you could’ve trusted us enough to know that we wouldn’t have judged you, but other than that, I can’t completely fault you for what happened. I can tell that you wouldn’t have done it if you assumed there was any other way out.”

“I appreciate that, Sir,” you said. “But it’s not about trust. When you come from where I did, you’re ashamed. I was violated and told I was worthless, that I was nothing but a vessel to be used for someone else’s pleasure for more than a year. Rocco Mitchell beat out my self-esteem to the point where I thought I was nothing. Despite getting to where I am now, you don’t just lose that belief. Every day I struggle with whether or not I’m worth a damn thing to anyone. The only reasons I keep going at all anymore are my mother, my father, and Leslie.”

“She was the one that was killed in front of you?” he asked his voice shaking at the thought of two teenage girls cowering before a man with too much power.

You caught sight of Spencer and Morgan walking in for the morning and Hotch got up to close the blinds for you. “Despite everything she’d been through, she was always so positive. Garcia reminds me of her in a lot of ways. I had had my arm basically broken the night before. I made myself a makeshift sling, but I was in such pain that when Rocco called us for the night’s work, I begged for a break. He said no. Leslie said she’d take my client and when she mouthed off to him, he shot her, shoved me toward my client and that was that. When he dumped me on the side of the road, I swallowed some pills I’d found hoping I would die, but I didn’t. The next morning I got up, ran two towns over to someone who I knew could give me a new identity and I ran until I couldn’t anymore.” You hadn’t realized you’d been rambling until Hotch got up from his seat and sat on the edge of the desk.  “I got a waitressing job under my new name and saved everything I possibly could. I lived in random shelters on a rotating basis. I had nothing. But I used whatever time I wasn’t working to apply for grants so I could go to school. I finished high school and then I received a full ride to college. Since then, it’s been my dream to work here. I thought I’d finally become something, but I guess…” You couldn’t even finish the sentence. Again, you broke into sobs, but this time, they were muffled by Hotch’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he said, placing his hand on the back of your head. “We’ll catch this man. Then once we do, I can plead your case to the director to let you stay.” You were stunned. He’d already taken a hell of a lot of flack for insisting you stay until Ashton was caught, but as he’d told Morgan, you were an asset. 

You looked into his unwavering gaze. “I’m an asset, Sir. Once there’s no need for me, the director will want me gone. He already wants me gone.” When you mentioned the moniker you’d heard weeks ago, he wavered slightly.

“That was a word I used to calm Morgan,” he said. “I’m sorry you heard that. But it’s not how I feel. Once this is all over, we can work toward trusting each other again. Okay?”

“Yes, sir.” A small, hopeful smile painted its way across your face. “I’ll meet you in the round table room in a few.”

“Y/N?” he asked again, just as you went to leave his office. “Remember what I said when we met?” You did. “Call me Hotch.”

{ Oh hey!
I just realized I’ve been working on this comic for over a year now!

Sadly, not as consistent as I’d like it to have been.
But things in the past can’t be undone now.

I do like to take this moment to thank everyone for sticking around for so long and for reading the story!
Even though I haven’t even started on the actual background thing just yet.

Give it three or four more pages and that plot will finally get fully started!

Maybe stock up on tissues??? 

Also from some point on I will add trigger warnings in the tags. Just in case. 

Thank you all again everyone!!! }

Lucky To Have Been Where I Have Been

This is the tenth part in my Chris Evans x Reader series that I have named “Song Lyrics For The Win.” I’ve tried to get lyrics from songs that I can then use as the title. Preferably a lyric pair that can be split into 2 one shots.

Pairing: Chris x Reader
Words: 1029
Parts Nine, Ten, And Eleven are from “Lucky” by Colbie Caillat and Jason Mraz; song suggestion given by @bradygabrielle-blog

A/N: If you want tagged, send me an ask.
A/N: If you think of a set of lyrics, send ‘em in.
A/N: I don’t have any other parts after this….so…you gotta send some ideas in.
A/N: Do NOT post my writing on any other site. Do NOT take credit for my work. Do NOT copy and paste.
A/N: Reblogs are perfectly fine…because that’s still giving me credit for the work I did.

Chris’s Point Of View 

           “You’re thinking awfully hard over there,” I said, looking over at where Y/N was curled up on the couch. I had just walked in from working out for a little while.

           She shrugged, “I guess.”

           “What’s wrong, Baby?” I asked, walking toward her.

           “Just been thinking about what happened to get us where we are,” she said, looking up at me.

           “What do you mean?” I asked, sitting on the arm of the couch.

           “You found me walking off the elevator crying because my jerk ex just wanted me to be a booty call when he got bored with someone else,” she said.

           I blinked at her, “It’s not that I forgot; just not something I guess I think about very often,” I said, “What got you thinking about that?”

           “He called.”

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HEY TUMBLR here’s the deal: I’ve been screwed outta hours at work lately which doesn’t help me much seeing as I have things like gas/car insurance and payment/convention expenses/blah blah blah to pay for so until they get their shit together I’ve decided to open up quick colored sketch commissions to pick up the slack a bit

(Please note that the above prices are the base/minimum and prices may vary based on the complexity of the character. At this time I’m only doing character sketches and not offering backgrounds. You can see other examples of my “colored sketch” work by browsing my doodles tag)

Things I WILL draw:

  • Animals, creatures, monsters
  • Furries/anthro
  • Humans (not my strongest point but I’m confident enough in my ability to draw them that they are happily accepted)
  • Gore (extreme included)
  • Canon characters/fan-art
  • OCs/fan characters
  • Simpler armor/mech stuff
  • Since people have expressed interest in the past, Pokemon Fusions

Things I WILL NOT draw:

  • Nsfw/porn (you do not want me drawing your porn trust me, cutesy cuddling etc. is fine though)
  • Fetish material
  • Super complex armor/mech stuff
  • Offensive/hate art

If interested feel free to send me an ask or fan-mail so we can discuss it! Please have references handy! Paypal payments only. Must be paid in full upfront. Please do not send your payment until I’ve responded to you and we’ve got the details of your commission figured out. Payments can be made to I will e-mail you the full-res drawing once it’s completed (all of them will be posted publicly on Tumblr like all my art unless you specifically tell me not to). You are welcome to post your commission on any social media/art/etc. pages of yours so long as I receive credit

Any questions? Shoot me a message and I’ll get back to you! This post is likely to be frequently updated with anything I might’ve forgotten/felt the need to edit so check back! (And please bear with me this is my first time offering formal online commissions I will do my very best ;A;)
Long Way Back - paxton1976 - Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Long Way Back - My Way of Saying Goodbye

Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, Otabek Altin & Yuri Plisetsky
Characters: Otabek Altin, Otabek Altin’s Coach, Yuri Plisetsky
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Suicide Attempt, Suicide Notes, Depression, Past Violence, Past Abuse, Major Character Injury, Career Ending Injuries, Aged-Up Yuri Plisetsky, Aged-Up Otabek Altin, Graphic Description

Yuri hits his breaking point after a career ending injury, crushing Otabek by the thought of losing him forever.

I can’t do this anymore

The past year had been what nightmares were born from, but he thought it was much worse. He had the world in the palm of his hand, was on top of his game. But one night and a wrong decision had it crashing down in minutes.

He leaned against the bathtub and closed his eyes, coming to terms with his plan of action. He had nothing left to live for. His career had been cut short, most he considered friends had left his life following his tragic accident. He had isolated himself from those who remained by his side, snapping at them every time he saw them. It wasn’t fair to them, and he knew they didn’t deserve to bear the brunt of his anger.

Therapy hadn’t helped him at all. His psychologist gave him ways to get over his toxic feelings and anger, but he was too consumed with rage. Considering it a waste of time, he had stopped attending his sessions a couple weeks ago.

That’s when he decided on his final act, one last thing the world would remember him by.

Black Leader, standing by

Hello!  Welcome to poe-from-yavin, a Poe Dameron fanfiction blog!

The goals for this blog are to provide a space to share and promote fanfiction that features Poe Dameron as a main character.  This is a no-hate, ship-and-let-ship blog.  All works, whether they feature popular ships, unpopular ships, or no ships at all, are welcome–as long as they are properly tagged.  You can see the tag searches to the left on the main page.  Is there a ship missing?  Or a genre?  Let me know!  (Note that as we’re starting out, not every link will point to works.)

Do you take submissions or recommendations?  Yes!  If you would like me to reblog your work, tag me (@poe-from-yavin or @rinskiroo) or tag #poe dameron fanfiction or #poe from yavin or submit a work as a link.  If you are submitting a work that is not your own, make sure you are reblogging the original author’s tumblr post or submitting a link that points to the work on a legitimate fanfiction archive (AO3, FFN, Wattpad, etc).  Do not copy and paste someone else’s work to a new post if you are not the author.

Have you read all of the fics you post?  No.  I read a lot, but there’s way more content out there than I could possibly have time to consume.  Submissions are more than welcome to come with reviews and I encourage everyone to reblog, like, kudos, or comment on a fic if you enjoyed it!

Your tags are wrong!  My fic isn’t rated T!  If your fic is tagged wrong, please let me know!  I’m trying to keep a limited list of genres for easy navigation, but it isn’t a one-size-fits-all.  As for the rating, if a rating is not listed and by skimming I do not see smut, T is the default.

Word Counts are broken up and tagged as such: <1k, 1k+, 10k+, 50k+, 100k+; wcu means “word count unknown.”

Searchable Tags!: pairing (see sidebar), genres (also sidebar), rating (G, T, M, E), author, and word count

anonymous asked:

Really disappointed that you guys won' be reblogging works anymore, because that was how people got attention on their works :(

I’m sorry to hear you’re so disappointed in us, but I’m afraid there’s nothing we can do about that. Believe me, we are very aware that the queue was what got a lot of people attention on their creations, and we did not take discontinuing it lightly. However, it took me four hours each week of my free time, which–thanks to work/life commitments and other tasks on the Hub–I don’t have a lot of. Either it went, or I did.

At this point, people might find it useful to follow creators themselves, follow 100% blogs which collate creations like we did, or check the Hetalia tag once in a while (if you have a blacklist, it’s much easier). We’ve tried to encourage people to do these things quite a few times in the past, so this might be the motivation people need to start doing them.

Hey guys, so my family is in a bit of a pickle. Our heat pump went out which means that the thermostat does not work. With the cold times coming far too quickly, I have decided to do commissions. Now I’m going to admit I’m not the best at icons, graphics, picspams, mobile headers, as people have told me in the past. But my family really needs the money. Even though I have a new job working at Barnes and Noble, I know it’s not going to be enough to help my family out. So hopefully with the paychecks I’m getting from there, and my parent’s paychecks, and hopefully these commissions, we’ll be able to get a new heat pump! The list of the things I’m willing to do will be under the cut so I don’t flood someone’s dash with this long ass post.

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September Challenge: Characters when they think no one’s looking! 

(example art by Reapersun)

~Ends September 30th~


Our challenge for September is to draw Sherlock characters in a situation where they think no one is watching and are doing something you wouldn’t normally see them do. You could choose a situation which is an extension of a canon moment, an original situation or something as part of an AU.

It’s a very open ended challenge in regards to content, so a great opportunity to get creative with pairings and context. It’s important that entires include at least two characters - with one or more of them being unknowingly observed by another character(s). 

Entries can feature a number of different characters and you can choose any character or characters in Sherlock (any version, BBC, RDJ, etc) for the challenge.

Below are some examples of situations you could use:

  • Doing socially unacceptable things with their bodies (picking their noses / scratching their bums)
  • Letting their inhibitions go (singing into a hairbrush)
  • Taking a sneaky selfie
  • Expressing suppressed emotions (“you look sad when you think he can’t see you”)
  • Talking to themselves
  • Trying to do something behind another characters back

Before starting on your piece, please read the full guidelines under the read more.

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