do you see what you have done david

Best Father’s Day ever

A fic requested by @amber474

I know it’s not Father’s day but can you ever be too late for fluff? I think not.

This story bounces between David’s and Max’s perspectives, separated by a ‘—’ so make sure to pay attention! It starts with David and will alternate a bit :)

David woke up bright-eyed and bushy tailed. Today was the day!

He had been planning for today all month, it was his first Father’s day since he took Max in.

David knew he wasn’t Max’s father, and that Max didn’t see him as a father figure, but he’d be darned if he didn’t celebrate today. He would not deprive Max of the knowledge that David would always see him as a son.

David rolled out of bed and went to go take a shower. He had the whole day planned. First he would make pancakes, a traditional favourite, then they would go for a walk to the park, and then they’d see a movie! David was a little bit concerned that Max wouldn’t want to go with him, he wasn’t really interested in waking up early or going to the park, or out in public with David at all, really. Well, Max wasn’t really interested going out in public at all in general either. David pushed those thoughts away and grinned into the bathroom mirror. He’d make this day special if it was the last thing he did. He turned on the shower.

Max looked up when he heard the shower head turn on. Shit, he was running out of time!

“This is fucking stupid,” Max mumbled to himself as he flipped a pancake. “People probably don’t even really eat pancakes on this day. That’s probably just a T.V. thing.”

Max grabbed a plate from the cupboard and slid two pancakes on it. He put it on the table next to a syrup pitcher that was only a little bit sticky and a vase of flowers he had ripped up from the yard four houses down. He probably wouldn’t get caught for that.

Max was suddenly very unsure. Was this too much? What if David didn’t want to celebrate. It wasn’t like Max was really David’s son, or anything. This was too much. This whole show Max had put on was just demanding too much of David. Max bit his lip.

Why did he even try?

David turned the shower off and got out. He dried and dressed relatively quickly and clunked down the stairs, deciding to finish breakfast before waking Max.

David turned into the kitchen and froze.

“Max? Did you do all this?” David asked, awestruck. He looked at the plate of pancakes, and the syrup pitcher with a trail of syrup down the side, and the vase of flowers, probably stolen, and was amazed

See, you idiot. He hates it. He’s angry. He’s going to send you away now. Look what you’ve done. Why do you have to ruin everything? Stop trying.

Max bit his lip harder and looked away, blinking back tears.

“Yeah.” He said, simply.

“Max! I love it!” David gushed, and Max looked up surprised. “I mean I can’t believe that you made pancakes for me! I was going to do that for you! And these flowers are amazing! Thank you, Max!” David looked back to Max who was staring at him wide, and wet, eyed.

“Max, are you okay?”

“Yeahshutup” Max said, wiping his eyes on his sleeve. “So this is really okay? Not too much or…?” He asked, trailing off.

“Max it’s perfect!” David grinned.

“Oh, okay.” Max said simply. He put a mug of coffee next to the pancakes and waited for David to sit. David sat.

“So,” David said, starting to eat. The pancakes were good, a little doughy, but good, “Would you like to go for a walk later, and then to the theaters?”

“Yeah, okay.” Max said. In truth, Max wanted to do neither of those things, but today was his one shot at repaying David for everything so he went along with it.

“Okay!” David said, surprised and happy, “Oh, darn. Just remembered that I haven’t bought a new wallet since the, ahem, incident.” The incident consisted of Max tripping David into a pool and in the process damaging David’s dollar store wallet with water. “So I’ll have to change into a pair of pants with deeper pockets.” 

“Actually,” Max said, voice uncharacteristically slow and unsure, “About that.”

Max got up and left the room, leaving David confused and sticky. The syrup trail had spread.

Max returned a moment later with a plastic bag. 

“Sorry it isn’t wrapped but…Oh fuck it just take it!” Max said suddenly, shoving the bag in David’s direction, glaring.

David took it slowly and pulled out a green wallet with a yellow pine tree on it and the name ‘David’ embroidered beneath.

“Max…this is beautiful. How did you-?” David asked, not looking away from the wallet.

“I got it custom made, ordered it online…” Max shrugged. He was quiet for a minute before continuing “…It’s water-proof.”

“Oh, Max! Thank you!” David exclaimed, pulling Max into a hug, eyes shining with tears.

“Knock that off, you big wuss.” Max said, but with no bite to his words.

“I love you, Max. You’re my son-figure.” David said, not letting go.

“…me too. You’re my dad-figure.” Max mumbled into David’s shoulder.

Best Father’s Day ever.

I love this moment when David begins to tell his story and Gillian starts to laugh and David grins and says “You’re laughing already, which I love, it’s fantastic; I feel like I don’t have to even finish”….. 

DAVID. You are recording a segment for NATIONAL television, which MILLIONS of people will see AND there’s a studio audience sitting in front of you but apparently, AS SOON AS YOU MAKE GILLIAN LAUGH YOUR WORK IS DONE and you can just sit back and relax because you did what you came there to do!?!?!

anonymous asked:

Can you ever read the bible and decide to interpret it yourself? Am I Bearing false witness to God if I trust myself than God's word? I'm confused when I read the Koran and the Christian bible and need advise. How do I know the difference between thinking I'm right and actually following God's word? Couldn't I then be upset with what I believe God tells me to believe, but still follow his word or should I go against God's word and believe differently. Why would God want me to believe falsely?

You should always


interpret the Bible for yourself.

If something isn’t sitting right with you? If something doesn’t seem quite correct to you when someone else explains it? If something (as it does to me) physically makes your stomach twist?

You read it yourself. You research the original meaning of the Hebrew or Greek words, you let whatever meaning comes to you strike you first. You look at the rest of the passage it’s in, you look for cultural and historical context.

Some verses I can tell you have been used incorrectly on the spot:

Leviticus 20:13: The famous anti-LGBTQ+ verse. This verse is horribly, HORRIBLY mistranslated and taken out of context to justify oppression. It actually doesn’t have anything to do with plain ol’ gay men having a good time. It actually has to do with very specific cultural norms relating to women’s spaces, essentially saying that men shouldn’t have sex with another man “as they would a woman”–in a woman’s bed. Because you don’t fuck in other people’s beds, son. Not only that, but it’s in the Old Testament, which was not written for Christians, so every time a Christian quotes it, they’re being a dipshit.

Deuteronomy 22:5: This is one of the big ones people use against anything from trans people to a woman wearing fucking pants. It says don’t wear the other gender’s clothes. Ok. But did you know that in this time, the clothing was pretty similar anyway? What’s the point of even saying this if your robe is only stitched slightly differently than the next person’s robe? Seems silly, right? Turns out, this is a ceremonial law against women dressing up as soldiers to go to war, or men dressing up as women to sneak into camps and infiltrate them. Because the former was a no-no since women weren’t supposed to be fucking around in the field, and the latter was a no-no because tricking your opponents like that isn’t honorable for shit. Also, it’s an Old Testament law–irrelevant for Christians. Good thing, else all us cis women wearing pants and even HEELS would be pretty fucked, now wouldn’t we?

Exodus 22:18: As a Christian witch, we get a lot of silly asswipes using this one on us. “Thou shalt not suffer a witch to liveeee oooooOOooOoOooh” like, ok buddy, slow down. The word “witch” wasn’t actually there until Assfuck King James got his hands on the Bible. He was so afraid of getting killed by witches that he changed all these other words to “witch”. What was meant to be there is the word “poisoner”, and it shows up many other times in the New Testament as well, where the word “witch” was actually based off the Greek word pharmakeia, referring to someone who poisons. (Sounds a lot like pharmacy, right?) A “poisoner” could be a poisoner of wells, a poisoner of faith, an assassin, someone who gets people high as a kite on drugs and convinces them that the poisoner is actually a super powerful wizard while they’re tripping, someone who roofies people, etc. As this extends into the New Testament, it’s relevant for Christians, but I’d be eyeing those pieces of shit that drug girls in the bar instead of me with my little herbal teas.

You want to know how you know wrong from right?

You meditate. You pray. You ask again and again. You work it out. God isn’t an inactive God. He isn’t silent just because we have the Bible. He didn’t plop that down on this planet and leave us to our own devices. You got a question about the lesson material? Ask the Big Teach.

I always tell people homosexuality is not actually a sin. Do you know how many times I’ve been nervous about saying that? Again and again, I’m praying, I’m asking God,

“If I’m wrong, give me a sign. Let me know. It’s not my intention to lead people to sin, and I really don’t want to muss up Your Word. I just don’t want people to be oppressed and be destroyed mentally, emotionally, and spiritually over a sin that doesn’t even exist. I have a lot of things to say that it isn’t a sin, but if I’m wrong, let me know.”

And I know there’s not much a point to doing so, but I rationalize in my prayers why I think what I’m saying has any basis, why I think what people have been saying about His word isn’t quite right, and I just ask Him to fix where I may have stumbled. He doesn’t seem to have corrected me on this statement. In fact, after asking and praying on it, I saw @oldmanviggo‘s contribution to another anon about Jonathan and David. I forgot all about those two. If anything, I could take that as a sign.

God doesn’t want you to believe falsely. God wants you to see past CENTURIES of utter horse shit done in His name. He wants you to uncover the truth of His lost and twisted Word, and He wants you to be steadfast in those beliefs.

I believe a lot of wonky shit as a result. I am pro-choice, vehemently so. I am bisexual and pro-LGBTQ+. I am a feminist, I am socialist/idealist with the even distribution of wealth (which tbh how the fuck can you be a Christian and be fucking capitalist omfgggggg), I am rebellious against all that’s bad, I am independent and stand as my own person, etc. (which apparently is a no-no for women according to some dickshit fundies, but fuck fundamentalist pieces of TRASH).

I have a checklist for seeing whether or not something is actually correct in translation or interpretation.

  • Is it oppressive?
  • Is it harmful to innocent people?
  • Is it contradicting somewhere else?
  • Is it against people’s natural, unchangeable stature, unconditionally condemning? (i.e their gender, sexuality, etc.)
  • Does it fall short of love, light, and peace?
  • Does it seem to not consider necessities?

If yes to one or more of these things, generally I find that it isn’t of God. There are exceptions to the rule, such as prostitution and other sex work, for example. People will generally agree that it’s pretty oppressive to criminalize some sex work, like prostitution. I think sex work is a sin based on what I know of God’s intentions for the act of sex (which do extend beyond procreation, mind you) and certain rules on adultery, etc. However, when it comes to things like this, what you need to do is remember that not everyone shares your religion, and that just because it does not sit with your religious views and your specific set of morals, doesn’t mean others don’t have room for it in their morals. In which case, even though I think sex work is a sin, I absolutely will advocate for the rights of individuals to do whatever they’d like and have a safe, legally protected space to do so in.

That is the trick. For those exceptions, you need to be really fucking thorough with what you’re applying this checklist to. You still gotta use common sense. So yeah, even though we live in an age where we can say a prostitute can do whatever they want with their body and has the right to do so, the Bible telling YOU not to do these things is not inherently oppressive to YOU. It’s simply telling you where your limits are for your own good. God’s rules, every single one, are for the benefit of you and your soul. They are there to protect you, to help you grow. I mean, yeah, I could quit Dunkin Donuts and go out and be a stripper and have so much fun and make HELLA money, but I don’t think it’s right to do this for a variety of reasons, and therefore I continue my struggle in different kinds of jobs that teach me certain kinds of things. Everything in our life is a lesson, every choice we make impacts our future and our wellbeing (spiritual, physical, mental, emotional).

Your religion gives you a certain moral framework to start off with instead of creating one on your own. That’s why people might say those without religion don’t have morals. That’s not true. All that happened with their moral framework is that they had one less outside influence on it when it was developing. We have God’s guidance when developing our moral framework. We can come to Him for any and every possible question or struggle we’re having. He’s MORE than delighted to help us work it out. It’s a sign that we care about His rules and we care about what He does and what He puts in place for our sake.

I don’t know if I just went on a massive tangent there. But. Hopefully that helps.

Fic: How Lucky We Are (4/?) (M)

Author’s note: Funny how evil cliffhangers draw in the reviews, huh? This took a bit longer than I hoped but I hope you like it! Plenty of twists to come!

Summary: What happens when a revenge obsessed pirate meets a princess at a ball?

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Chapter 4

“Where is he? What have you done with him?”

It was David, not Snow who answered her. “Emma, you weren’t supposed to see…”

“I wasn’t supposed to see the guards dragging the man I love away? How could you do this?”

David scowled. “He’s a pirate, Emma,” he snapped sternly. “He admitted it!”

Emma blinked, stunned. “What?”

Snow appeared, a piece of parchment in her hand. “We received this a few hours ago.”

Emma snatched the latter and read, fury and heartbreak warring in her. How could he do this? How could Killian throw their future away? Didn’t he love her? She made her choice, she wanted him above all else. But as she read his words, over and over again, the real knowledge of what he’d done weighed on her heart. Killian did love her. He did. He loved her so much that he was willing to give up his freedom so that she wouldn’t sacrifice her family. He was willing to give up the only life he’d known for over three hundred years so that she could be happy. I will do whatever it takes to earn your trust. How could those few words bring her to tears?

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Top Ten Films of 2014

Last year, I made my first video top ten (which you can see here), and while that was fun, as it so happens I’m a bit too busy right now to go through all the trouble of making a video at the moment. So here we are, back to the old way of doing things.

On an interesting side note, I found an unintentional theme in my list this year. Many of my films are in some way about the creation of art, as well as the price paid to be a great artist. Also, many of these movies could be seen as “coming-of-age” films. Once again I find myself astonished at how many great films came out in a single year (and I haven even seen all of them yet). So as usual, you can find my long list of “honorable mentions” at the end. 

Like always, this is just my personal top ten films of the year. Even if we share the same tastes, I guarantee you that my list would be different than yours. It’s just too subjective.

So starting at number ten and counting down… here we go!

10. Mr. Turner

As far as pure craftsmanship goes, “Mr. Turner” is perhaps the most well made film of the year. Mick Leigh is a master, and every shot is purposeful and completely stunning. The film itself looks like an old beautiful painting. Timothy Spall sinks deep into his role as J.M.W. Turner, and it’s probably his best performance to date. The deliberate pacing and lack of traditional structure might turn away some viewers, but “Mr. Turner” is nevertheless a great work of art, and a portrait of a fascinating man.

9. Frank

I knew very little about this film before seeing it, and I think that’s a good thing. From the opening scene, I instantly fell in love with this darkly funny film. At it’s core, there’s some rather deep subject mater, and yet “Frank” cleverly offsets this with some truly hilarious moments that keep the film entertaining throughout. Domhnall Gleeson is outstanding here, but of course, the real star of the show is Michael Fassbender, who gives an incredibly expressive performance despite the fact that we can’t see his face. I enjoyed nearly every moment of this picture, and it’s definitely one that you need to see.

8. Ida

Some films just belong in the Critrion Collection. Ida is one such film. It’s haunting and artful and features the best black and white photography I’ve seen in years. The sharpness and contrast of every shot is remarkable. The narrative is beautifully simplistic. In fact, the minimalistic nature of the film as a whole is part of what makes it so special. “Ida” is sparse, gorgeous, and masterful. Certainly one of the best foreign films of the year.

7. Only Lovers Left Alive

Vampires are cool, but Tom Hiddleston and Tida Swinton bring it to a whole new level. These old lovers have seen it all, and while they still appreciate art, science, and philosophy, they’ve grown tired and indifferent while mankind continues to make the same mistakes.  Jim Jarmusch’s film is a special kind of vampire story, because it may be the first one to really capture just how lonely, dangerous, and exhausting being immortal really is (or would be).  "Only Lovers Left Alive" has a deliberate pacing that glides slowly along with it’s characters. Along the way, we learn how they live and what they’ve grown to appreciate, and it’s all quiet fascinating. It’s my opinion that “Only Lovers Left Alive” ranks as one of the very best vampire films ever made. 

6. The Grand Budapest Hotel

A Wes Anderson film can always put a smile on my face. His last few films have been some of his best, and “The Grand Budapest Hotel” is certainly no exception. This film is so beautifully stylized, and so hilariously funny, I find it hard to believe that there’s anyone who wouldn’t enjoy this film. The cast is fantastically entertaining (especially Ralph Fiennes), the colors are vibrant, the humor is clever, and the filmmaking is flawless.  When I saw “Moonrise Kingdom”, I said it might be Wes Anderson’s best film yet…. when I saw “The Grand Budapest Hotel”, I said the same thing.

5. The Duke of Burgundy

Captivating and visually arresting, Peter Strickland’s “The Duke of Burgundy” is one of the most compelling films I saw all year. It’s beautifully shot, colored, and textured with elegant pacing and precise direction - I really can’t say enough positive things about this film. It’s surreal and challenging while retaining a soft and gentle nuance of love and tenderness. “The Duke of Burgundy” certainly won’t be everyone’s cup of tea, but I found it extraordinary and deeply inspiring.

4. Boyhood

I know many cinephiles will probably place “Boyhood” as their number one film of the year, and I wouldn’t fault them for that. Richard Linklater’s “Boyhood” is one of the most innovative and uniquely profound films ever made. Shot over the course of 12 years, we literally watch Mason grow up before our eyes. It’s a remarkable experience unparalleled by any comparisons I could make. We owe it to Linklater for having the guts to push our medium forward in such a beautiful way. This will probably win Best Picture at the Oscars, and it’s easy to see why. 

3. Birdman: (or The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance)

Simply one of my favorite cinematic experiences in a very long time. In the first scene, I made a mental note that we were in a long take, but to my wonder and astonishment, that long take never ended. There are, of course, cuts and interludes (this isn’t a “Russain Ark” situation) but the effect is very much that Alejandro Iñárritu’s film is one singular shot. It’s remarkable, but could be called nothing more than an impressive gimmick if the film itself wasn’t so strong. 

This is the best cast ensemble of the year, and the cinematography is gorgeous (made more impressive again by the long takes). But “Birdman” also has some interesting things to say about the creation of art, as well as the criticism that always accompanies it. It’s an intriguing film, and one with something to say. I loved every minute of it.

2. Vi är Bäst! 

Every year, there are films that just seem to come out of nowhere and surprise me. Before it was released, I knew nothing of “We Are the Best”, nor was I familiar with Lukas Moodysson’s previous work. However, this film was perhaps the most enjoyable film I saw all year.

If you know nothing of this film, it’s the director’s adaptation of his wife’s graphic novel “Never Goodnight” (by Coco Moodysson). It centers around three young teenage girls living in 1980s Stockholm who start a punk band - despite two of them not knowing how to play an instrument. While the band plays an important role in the film, some of the most interesting scenes are when the girls are simply hanging out. The performances from these three young ladies are perhaps the most natural I’ve ever witnessed from anyone their age. At times, it seems that they’re not even acting at all, as if the cameras just happened to be there to catch these authentic moments. These girls are so funny, enduring, and most importantly, real. This film understands what it really means to be a hardcore punk. And that is a rare thing. I really can’t say enough good things about “We are the Best”. You just need to see it.

And my number one film of the year is…

1. Whiplash

This is not the most ambitious film of 2014. It’s not a space epic. It wasn’t shot over twelve years. It doesn’t give the illusion of being one continuous shot. It’s not even by a famous director. Yet, “Whiplash” was the single most thrilling  piece of cinematic art I saw all year.  

“Whiplash” tells the story of a young ambitious drummer who dreams of being one of the great jazz musicians of our time. He soon finds himself under the mentorship of a cutthroat teacher who is willing to do whatever it takes to push his students to the limit. The film shows painful abuse and heartache, but then just when you think the film will find contentment in an obvious solution, it aggressively charges forward into the single most intense, passionate, raw, violent, and beautiful final scene of the year. A scene that made my heart race until it finally cut to black, and the credits rolled. Then, and only then, did I finally catch my breath. This film bleeds with a passion that’s visible in every aspect, from its photography, to its editing, to the stellar performances. Enough can’t be said about Miles Teller and J.K. Simmons. They both give 100% to their roles, and it’s both beautiful and heartbreaking to watch.

I found “Whiplash” to be painfully relatable at times… and I’m sure that contributed to my fondness for the film itself. Nevertheless, I think everyone should see this amazing work of art. Damien Chazelle has crafted a challanging look at what it truly means to be a young artist with high ambitions. The road to greatness is filled with suffering, pain, loss, frustration, blood, sweat, and tears… and it seems the filmmakers here understand the price that is paid. 

So there you have it - My top ten films of 2014. Please let me know what your favorite films were! Now, some of you may have noticed that a certain favorite director of mine not on this list…. so please see my honorable mentions below.

Honorable Mentions 


Inherent Vice - I know! I know! I can’t believe it either. P.T. Anderson is my favorite director, and I do love this film…. it just didn’t move me like his other work as done in the past. “Inherent Vice” is great. I just like 10 other films more.

Gone Girl - Yet another one of my favorite directors. David Fincher is to the point where he really doesn’t make bad films anymore. The craftsmanship is just too good.

Calvary - This is a touching and somewhat heartbreaking portrait of a priest genuinely trying to live a good life. A thankless job to be sure. It’s bleak but Brandon Glesson gives a wonderfully tender performance.  

The Babadook - Rich with metaphor, this is easily one of the best horror films in years. Love it so much, and you really need to see it.

Under the Skin - Who could forget this surreal work of art from Jonathan Glazer? Scarlett Johansson does wonderful work here.

Jeune & Jolie - “Young & Beautiful” was an underrated French film from François Ozon. I really loved it a lot, though I might be in the minority.

Snowpiercer - Joon-ho Bong is a crazy good director, and “Snowpiercer” is a thrilling sci-fi action movie far more worthy of your time than most summer blockbusters. 

Top Five - Chris Rock made an excellent film with a deep Woody Allen influence. I really hope he will continue this style into future projects. 

Foxcatcher - A remarkable film. Bennett Miller is on a roll. There’s really nothing to complain about with this film. See it.

The One I Love - A fantastic little gem from Charlie McDowell. Mark Duplass and Elisabeth Moss are great.

The Imitation Game - A very sharp screenplay, and a brilliant performance from Benedict Cumberbatch.

A Most Wanted Man - The last leading performance from my favorite actor. 

Guardians of the Galaxy - Finally, Marvel made their finest MCU film yet. It’s fun and fast and a really great watch. 

Unfortunately I did not get the chance to see “A Most Violent Year”, “Winter Sleep”, “Goodbye to Language 3D”, “Leviathan” and serval other foreign films. I’m sure they all could have made my list if I had seen them. 

Megamorphs 1: The Andalite’s Gift, Chapters 27-29

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Chapter 27

Back to Rachel, who is currently a very bemused elephant sitting on top of a pile of cracked concrete where the road broke underneath her when the Veleek dropped her the foot or so it had managed to lift her up.  Some combination of the hard drop, watching the Veleek take off after a half-tiger-half-boy being carted off in a truck, and the human girl left behind, seems to trigger a bunch of memories/flashbacks all at once.

Rachel remembers that she was flying as a bird to go see someone named Tobias, and she sort of kind of remembers Cassie but isn’t sure if she’s friend or foe.  Rachel being Rachel even when she’s missing most of her memory, her solution to this is to tell Cassie to identify herself quickly or get crushed.

Cassie is fairly undisturbed by this because, you know, Rachel’s gonna Rachel, in any form, in all universes.  Somewhere there are probably a dozen coffee shop AU fics where Rachel crushes an espresso machine because it’s having some sort of minor mechanical issue.  

Back in this universe, Cassie’s concerned about Rachel’s memory loss but mostly she’s just like: take some deep breaths, it’s gonna be okay, you’re an Animorph and I don’t know why you lost your memory but if you trust me I will try to help you out.

Rachel’s still kind iffy on the whole situation but she recognizes the word “Animorph” from her dream and also let’s be real, she was not doing super-great on her own so some help might be nice.  She asks Cassie what she should do.

Awwwwww. Friendship!

Chapter 28

Ax time!  Ax is being held captive in a box.  A Ramonite box, which he says like we’re supposed to know it means a Bad Thing, so I suppose we’ll maybe learn more about that at some point.

He stews away in his box thinking about how he’s dishonored himself because his culture requires him to avenge his Alienstag brother’s death, and he failed to do so when face to face with Visser Three.  He supposes that his youth and being surrounded by tons of Hork-Bajir might be mitigating factors, and he can’t think of a way he could have come out on top if he’d attacked, but none of that is helping with how crappy he feels about the whole situation.

He gets some distraction when one wall of his box suddenly becomes clear. Apparently Ramonite is the name for the metal all the alien ships seem to be made out of, which can be molecularly rearranged to become clear or open up on command.  Visser Three’s pet Veleek is hot on the trail of another “Andalite” and he’s decided maybe Ax would like to enjoy watching a hologram of the Veleek’s chase with him.  

So now we get ot watch the Veleek chasing Tiger-Jake.  Actual Cat Lady V3 takes a moment to praise the tiger’s magnificence because of course he does. Then they watch as the Veleek chases Jake up the tree, knocks him out of the tree, and prepares to swarm over him - only to suddenly get distracted and fly away.  Marco’s morphing somewhere else, I assume.

V3 is pretty unhappy and threatens to stab a dude through the neck unless the dude can explain what is going on and why his Veleek didn’t bring Jake in.  Said dude speculates more or less what’s actually happened - another morpher somewhere has distracted it, and the Veleek isn’t smart/trained enough to keep after a prey that’s stopped morphing, if it detects newer morphing energy somewhere else.  Basically the Veleek is a half-trained puppy and V3 should double down on his clicker training if he wants to get the job done.

V3 doesn’t stab that guy, but then he does end up stabbing a Taxxon who complains when V3 tells it to keep tracking the Veleek.  Apparently keeping a visual lock on a sentient and easily distracted dust puppy is not  easy. Apparently V3 doesn’t care. And now there’s a pile of Taxxon innards being gooey on the floor.  Some of the other Taxxons come to eat the dead Taxxon because that’s how Taxxons roll, I guess, and everyone else gets to working very hard and not making eye contact with V3.

Ax pipes up to point out that V3’s Veleek kind of sucks at actually catching anyone.  V3 is just: yeah, you got me, apparently I did not think my clever plan all the way through.  But I have Andalite morphing power too so I know morphers’ weaknesses and I’m about to turn the difficulty level up here.  Also it would be nice to catch your friends alive but if I have to take them in dead instead I’ll make do, so don’t get too sassy, baby Andalite.

Basically we’ve just done the thing in Labyrinth where Sarah is all “your labyrinth is a piece of cake” and David Bowie a.k.a. Jareth The Goblin King a.k.a. The Source Of All My Feelings About Men In Eyeliner is all “okay, look, if you want to see what it looks like when I’m actually trying to piss you off, we can do that,” and turns everything up to eleven.

No one on this ship is happy.

Chapter 29

Can we just retitle this book Marco’s Terrible Ideas now?

Because we’re back with Marco and he’s continuing to make terrible life choices. In this case, he’s managed to steer the truck back onto the road and it’s about time for him to start morphing, so he decides to use his only morph that can drive - the gorilla.  

He’s going to try to drive. While morphing into a gorilla.

Marco, NO.

(Marco, yes.)

So onward he goes, driving through a suburb, slamming his gorilla foot down on the accelerator as he hears the roaring sound of the Veleek heading his way.

This is fine. Everything is fine.

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Camp Camp Characters as things I’ve said throughout school

Max: “I don’t wanna be popular, I just wanna be well respected enough so everyone can leAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE”

Neil: “These results just came in and……You, are a fucking dumbass” 

Nikki: “Bitch you falcon punched me in the mouth hOW DO YOU DO THAT-” 

Preston: “Do re mi fa so done with your bullshit, RYAN. (my friend)” 

Harrison: “Now you see it, now you still do because that’s all I got so far-”

Nerris: “If it had not been for the laws of this land, I would’ve slaughtered you” 

Nurf: “Brb I have to punch a wall to feel manly again-”

Ered: “Girl I put the ‘ayyyyyy’ in ‘gaaaay’ what you talking about-”

Space Kid: “If I hear one more conspiracy theory about space I will kick your ass and then kick space’s ass” 

David: “All my jokes are cries for help and even saying that makes me laugh” 

Gwen: “You didn’t hear it from me but someone said that they don’t give a fuck. That someone is me. I don’t give a fuck.” 

Jasper: “ *singing/screaming Danny Phantom theme song*” 

Dolph: “I’m not even good at art and I can still draw a better future for you than your parents did-” 

QuarterMaster:  “This is where all your theories and fanfics go to die” 

Sasha: “You can’t spell ‘sass’ without ‘ass’ but since you don’t have one I guess you can?” 

Erin: “What a good time to be alive and be so ha-Jfc is that gLUTEN” 

Tabii: “She may be short but she is 5 feet and 2 inches of ‘i’m gonna kick your ass’” OR “EYE see what you did there, wink wonk!” 

Pikeman: “Everyone else is joining groups for a project…Pfft, sheeps. I’ll start my own group and call it….”I’m better than you-topia” 

Billy/Snake: “I’m feeling pretty stabby today fellas how about you-” 

Daniel: “If I was my own religion I’d be gay but scary asf-” OR “His heart went ‘doki doki’ next thing you know his ribs went fucking ‘BROKI BROKI’ ya know what I’m saying-” 

So I just came back from Alien: Covenant and I am dead. I loved it, despite what some reviews might say, it was good. (NO SPOILERS) The only thing I wished they had done, was that they had connected the movie more towards Prometheus. Like, what and who were the Engineers?

Also, I was smiling like a madman everytime David was on screen. If you hate him, I will fight you. Yes, he might have gone insane, but honestly what did you expect? After the way he has been treated his whole life. While David has emtions and they are real. He is so human, I can see why he has done what he did.

Also, Walter was so sweet and caring. And Daniels was badass, so was Tee.

I might do a spoiler review if anyone would be interested >3

It’s Only You - Sergio Ramos One Shot

Request by Anonymous  Hope you like it :)


Today, Real Madrid was playing an important match against FC Sevilla. Of course, I was there for my boyfriend who played tonight. I was then wearing my football jersey of Real Madrid with the name of Sergio behind, it was the most perfect of all the jerseys I had.

I proposed to my best friend, David, to accompany me to this game. We were sitting in the bleachers of the stadium looking forward to the match.

- “Real Madrid or FC Sevilla ?” David asked me my prognosis.

- “Like I think that FC Sevilla would win” I replied, chuckling. No matter where Sergio would play, I would follow him and I support him as the best fans in the world.

- “Let’s be crazy then ! Hala Madrid !” he replied, smiling.

The players came on the field in a line in front of us. I immediately saw Sergio, he smiled when he saw me.

- “Hope to you’re right that Real Madrid win” David said, putting his hand on my shoulder and down lower to my buttocks. I stopped his hand. At that time, I looked at Sergio who fixed us, he had unfortunately seen that part.

Sevilla leading to 1 at 0. Real Madrid couldn’t regain control. To see how Sergio was playing, he looked bad. Every time he looked at me, David was innuendo with his hands or arms, taking me in his arms, kissing me on the cheek or forehead. Sergio didn’t like it. Me neither. But I was too polite to say anything.

The match had just ended, Real Madrid had therefore lost. The players went straight into the locker room.

- “I will join Sergio” I told David, directing me toward the nearest exit onto the corridor.

- “Wait for me ! I’m coming with you” he replied. This would undoubtedly go wrong.

This was 30 minutes we were waiting in the hallway when Sergio went out. He was very angry and he headed directly for David.

- “You ! You’re a bastard ! Touch her again and …” Sergio does not have time to finish his sentence as David interrupted him.

- “What are you gonna do to me ? You don’t deserve a woman like her, she’s too good for you” he answered. I couldn’t believe what David had said.

But Sergio didn’t answer, he put his fist in the face. David didn’t expect it.

- “Sergio ! Are you crazy ?” I shouted. I couldn’t believe that Sergio had done that, he was so sweet.

But he didn’t answer, he went to the exit of the stadium without waiting for me, and didn’t return.


Before  go home to see Sergio, I was picked me up a coffee at Starbucks. Now I was going to have to face him. I opened the front door, when I went inside the house, Sergio was there, on the sofa, watching television.

- “Babe ?” I told him, I approached him slowly.

No answer from him.

- “Why did you hit David ? You were crazy tonight” I added, he faced me.

- “Crazy ? I was crazy to defend the woman I love ? I don’t accept he put his hands on your body, you’re mine !” he shouted, rising from the sofa, putting his hands in his hair.

- “Sergio … You’re the only man I love” I raised my turn, going towards him. My sole aim was to reassure him, it’s he that I love, not another man.

- “I trust you ! It was with these guys I have no confidence” he replied, taking my head in his hands.

- “I understand you’re jealous, Sergio. But if you trust me, I don’t understand you’re scared, I’ll never leave you for another man” I tried to reassure him again.

- “I’m sorry” he apologized to me. “I would apologize to David tomorrow” he added.

- “I’ll prohibited ! After you left the stadium, we took the lead, he wanted me to go with him ..” I said, not finishing my sentence.

- “And ?” he asked, pending completion of the latter.

- “There was no way I run away with a man I have no feelings. The only man with whom I want to escape, it’s only you” I finished. He put his forehead against mine and kissed it.

- “I love you sweetie” he said, kissing me again.

- “I love you more, my love” I replied, taking him in my arms.

anonymous asked:

My friend! When will we see Edward imagine (where he is your former classmate and you left on a streets by your husband)? I miss him much 😚

Ed was walking home in the rain that night. He was balancing the groceries he had just bought in one hand, while holding his umbrella with the other. It was difficult to do, and it was times like these he wished he could hire someone to hold it for him.

He was about a block away from his apartment when he heard it. A soft crying sound. It was coming from an alley. He thought about just walking away. He didn’t want to go down a dark alley at night, especially not in Gotham.

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GIF Requests ???

I haven’t done GIFs in so long and i miss doing them !

Soooo if you have any requests please send me a message or an ask letting me know which youtuber and what video you’d like me to GIF :) and I would be glad to to do them ! ❤️

Here’s some youtubers i’ll GIF

  • Dan Howell
  • Phil Lester
  • Pewdiepie
  • Marzia
  • JackSepticeye
  • Wishuu
  • Markiplier
  • Peebles (Amy)
  • CrankGameplays
  • Dodie Clark
  • Liza Koshy
  • David Dobrik

If you don’t see here a youtuber you’d want me to do message me and we’ll see if we can work something out ✌🏼

Too Close to the Sun (18)

This is the final chapter in my AU fic. I’m so sorry that it took this long to write. I’m really happy that so many of you enjoyed it! Warning, there is some violence in this one. Previous chapters are linked here: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17


He should have realized. For so long Baz thought that Nicodemus killed his mother, and all along he had been wrong. He felt bad for all the glares he sent Ebb during the year. It was too bad he would never get the chance to apologize to her.
He sat in Simon’s living room, glaring at a crazed David Snow. Baz had no idea where Simon was, but he was deliriously glad that he wasn’t here. David had a gun out, though Baz wasn’t sure if he would have the guts to use it. Baz didn’t take David to be a man comfortable with a gun.
“So. You killed my mother.”
David raised an eyebrow.
“You don’t seem to be asking me.”
Baz laughed.
“I’m not. Just confirming what I can piece together.”
David paced some more.
“Honestly Basilton I couldn’t believe it when you followed me home. I mean you’re smart, but did you honestly think you could tail a defense lawyer?
Baz shook his head.
“I figured you’d catch on. But I thought you’d lead me to Simon.”
David stiffened.
“Don’t talk about him.”
Baz sighed in frustration.
“Look can you get over the fact that he likes guys? Jesus it’s sad that you’re so obsessed with this.”
David’s face contorted in anger.
“You think I kidnapped you because my son likes kissing you? You’re smart Basilton but you’re not a genius. He left me because of you.”
Baz straightened.
“He wanted to stay! You beat the shit out of him and couldn’t accept us.”
David shook his head jerkily.
“Not that. We could have moved past that. But realizing what I did to Natasha…no he won’t ever forgive me for killing her. And it’s your fault!
Baz glared at him.
“Fuck you. You are entirely responsible on that account.”
David got close.
“Well I’ll be all he has left once you’re gone. He’ll have to come back to me then.”
Baz swallowed uncomfortably as David lifted the gun.


Simon wanted to avoid going home at all costs. He knew his father would be there and he didn’t want to face him. He still couldn’t believe that his father could be capable of killing Natasha.
Simon walked slowly up the path to his front door. He felt a sense of dread that he didn’t fully understand, like he was walking into chaos.
When he opened the door the first thing he saw was his father’s crazed eyes, eyes that held no recognition. Then he saw the gun. He heard it before he felt it, the crack of the bullet leaving the gun. It sunk into his chest half a second afterword, throwing him back outside his house.


Someone’s coming into the house Baz thought distantly. He hoped David wouldn’t hurt them. The door swung open and all Baz could see was golden curls. David, in a moment of panic shot at the figure, sending the tall boy backwards.
Baz couldn’t think, all he could feel was the desperate thump of his heart. David was yelling, drowning out the buzz in Baz’s ears.
Suddenly he felt it all come crashing down around him.
Simon. Simon. Simon.


She heard a gun shot go off. As if reacting to an alarm the police rushed up the drive, a mess of radios and yelling. Ebb hoped that David didn’t do anything else, that he didn’t bring more pain to the Pitch family.
When she found Natasha’s notebook in the old library on campus, she wondered why Davy would have left it there, where anyone could find it if they thought to look. Then she realized that he must have wanted to get caught, that a part of him, maybe the part of him that had loved Lucy so dearly, had known what he did was atrocious.
She had alerted police when she pieced it all together. When she got to the station she was met with eager officers who told her that Baz and Simon were missing. At first she had been hopeful that they had run off together, but as more information came in, it was clear that they were separated.
Another set of shots when off. When the reports came in it wasn’t Baz’s name she heard over the scanners but Snow. Both Snows had been shot, Simon by his father, and David by the police. One fatality. Ebb felt like she might pass out.


Simon watched as his father knelt beside him, crying miserably and yelling his name. He wanted to feel anger, but all he could really feel was sadness. He didn’t like seeing his father this destroyed, to realize that he would be part of driving David further into insanity. His father picked him up, which hurt, but Simon didn’t mind it so much.
“My son, I’m…oh god. I don’t know…what have I done?”
Simon coughed.
“Dad. I need you to tell me something.”
David stroked his son’s hair.
“Why did you do it? Natasha was our friend.”
His father’s torso wracked with a sob.
“She was going to take you away from me. Lucy was gone and you were all I had left. I couldn’t stand the idea of being alone.”
Simon shut his eyes painfully.
“So you love me then?”
David looked genuinely surprised.
“Of course I love you, you’re my whole life. You’re my son.”
Simon swallowed, feeling a bit numb.
“I love you too Dad.”
David shook his head.
“No. You walked away.”
“I walked away because you hurt me, because you did something unforgivable. But I didn’t walk away thinking I’d never come back.”
His father looked strangely hopeful.
“You didn’t?”
Before Simon could answer, police surrounded them. They were yelling at his father to drop his weapon but Simon could see the change in his eyes. He lowered Simon gently.
Simon watched helplessly as David glared at the cops.
“You want to take my son away don’t you?”
The cops didn’t answer him; they only threatened to shoot if he didn’t lower his weapon.
Nobody will ever take my son away from me!
“Dad no!”
His father raised the gun and was immediately shot from several directions. Simon screamed, begging them to stop. He used all of the energy he had left to ask them to stop shooting his dad. As he blacked out, he thought he heard Baz’s voice. That’s nice he thought I get to hear him one last time.


Baz was shaking uncontrollably in the ambulance. They had refused for him to come, but he made enough of a scene that they finally gave in. Ebb was in the ambulance too, the only known guardian that could help Simon. As for Simon, he was hooked to a million different machines. Baz held Simon’s hand, desperately wishing for a miracle. He had already lost his mother; it seemed too cruel for the universe to take away his golden boy too.
Please Baz sent out the silent prayer to anyone that would listen don’t do this. Let him stay.


He woke up to a white room. Ebb was sitting in a chair, staring at him worriedly. He became confused when he realized he was in a hospital room. Then the events that had passed in his house washed over Simon and he nearly jumped out of the bed. Ebb jolted forward to restrain him.
“Simon! Honey I need you to lay back.”
Simon searched her face desperately.
“My father?”
Ebb’s eyes filled with tears but Simon hoped it was just an overreaction, not serious tears.
“He was shot several times by the police Simon. After he raised that gun…well he didn’t make it.”
Simon flopped back numbly.
“I suppose he deserved it.”
Ebb shook her head.
“I am so sorry Simon.”
Simon’s chin wobbled.
“Why? He killed Natasha. Almost killed me. He’s a murderer. Was a murderer I mean.”
She held Simon’s hand.
“It doesn’t mean that he didn’t love you.”
Simon looked up miserably, tears spilling down his face.
“Or that you didn’t love him too.”
He felt himself start to sob.
Ebb nodded and left the room. Soon afterwards the door opened. Baz walked in, looking pale despite his bronzed complexion. There were dark circles under his eyes and his hair looked ragged.
“You are a complete idiot Simon. I cannot believe you took my goddamn bullet. And without even trying!”
Simon felt confusion temporarily replace his anguish.
“I did?”
` Baz made a strange noise and then he was across the room, kissing Simon. Simon kissed Baz back, crying while he took in Baz’s familiar taste of coffee and cigarettes. This was the man he loved, no matter what happened in his life, no matter how many times he got shot or betrayed, Baz would be his constant. He knew it. Out of all the things Simon was unsure about at the moment, he knew Baz was the one, his chosen one.
“I shouldn’t have left you in the courthouse. I should have waited for you and explained everything. I love you Baz. I’m so fucking sorry.”
Baz shook his head and bumped noses with Simon.
“Don’t apologize for anything. I love you Simon Snow. You’re so stupid, and I don’t even know how to comfort you right now. But fuck you’re everything I need.”
Simon felt his grief simmer down, not leaving him but growing contained. A different emotion, fear, filtered into his system.
“I have nobody. I can’t keep staying at Penny’s forever and I can’t work full time while I’m at school. Obviously I can’t go home…where will I go?”
Baz laughed.
“When we graduate you and I are getting the fuck out of here and getting a cute little cottage in the middle of nowhere. Maybe with goats.”
Simon wanted to laugh but couldn’t.
“And until graduation?”
Baz smiled lightly.
“Ebb likes you too much to let you be homeless.”
Simon felt his body relax. He scooted over to make room for Baz. Slowly he crawled onto the hospital bed, picking at Simon’s wires carefully.
“So I took a bullet for you?”
“Sure did.”
Simon smiled widely, enjoying Baz’s warmth.
“Does that make me a hero?”
Baz laughed, wrapping his arms around Simon.
“It makes you the hero of my story Snow.”

When you are thinking something, you have the feeling that the thoughts do nothing except inform you the way things are and then you choose to do something and you do it. That’s what people generally assume. But actually, the way you think determines the way you’re going to do things. Then you don’t notice a result comes back, or you don’t see it as a result of what you’ve done, or even less do you see it as a result of how you were thinking. Is that clear?
—  David Bohm

Interview: Caroline Polachek with Justin Strauss

New York City

Since last we heard from Chairlift, frontwoman Caroline Polachek has been on a wild creative tear — releasing solo records, scoring ballets, collaborating with Beyoncé… you know, everyday stuff. Polachek’s come home for Chairlift’s latest, Moth, the duo’s long-awaited third LP which dropped just a few days ago. The band’s most cohesive LP to date, Moth’s also their most sonically complex—a percussive pop playground bolstered by Polachek’s dulcet, endlessly elegant vocal melodies.

In preparation for NYFW, Caroline sat down with music producer, remixer and DJ Justin Strauss in Room 1201 at Ace Hotel New York recently to talk about inspirations, fashion and that whole Queen B thing. 

Justin Strauss: I’d like to talk about fashion with you and its relationship with music. Let’s start with two words: David Bowie. Does that do something for you?

Caroline Polachek: I don’t think there’s an artist that’s lived yet that has gone to wilder extremes. David Bowie is particularly inspiring to me because he shows artists that you never have to see yourself in the context of what you’ve done before. You can change so radically — I think a lot of artists have done that, but none so elegantly and with so much sense of play as David Bowie.

JS: Was he an influence for you growing up?

CP: Yeah. I discovered David Bowie shamefully late — I didn’t get into his stuff until college. You hear David Bowie on the radio everywhere, so you can’t grow up in America without hearing his songs, but I’d always thought, “Oh, that’s the guy whose stuff isn’t for me.” I was at a party in college and I heard Low, and I just sat down and listened to the whole record without talking. My mind was blown.

I listened to that record on repeat for about a year following that, and it was hugely influential to the beginning of Chairlift. I was especially inspired by how, even within one album, he would go from these ambient songs to these punk songs, and everything in-between. That sort of format of an album is still my favorite — it plays like a mixtape you make someone, as opposed to a bunch of songs of the same mood. It’s more like a film or something.

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Black Sheep Part 11

Standing by David’s coffin, I wiped away my tears. My father and brother hadn’t shown up yet, there several law enforcement officers paying their respect.

I was racked with guilt, that he was laying in a coffin because of me. I felt a had on my shoulder, turning I found Tara standing next to me.

“He loved you, and was proud of your accomplishments.” I smiled sadly at her. More people started to file into the chapel, I moved to one side. Tara followed me, we sat down on the front pew.

“You’re not welcome here!” I look up seeing my father standing in front of me.

“Dad, please…” I could feel the tears on my cheeks. Jacob came up standing behind him.

“It should be you laying in that coffin, not our brother! You’re nothing but an embarrassment to this family, you’re a filthy biker whore!”

I got up, leaving the room, all eyes were on us, the room was silent. I walked quickly out of the chapel, blinded by my tears.

It was pouring down rain, I started walking, David’s house was only a mile from here. I had a key to his house, it would be a welcome sanctuary.


Tara left the chapel, going into the foyer she pulled out her phone. Calling Jax she told him what happened, sending the club out to look for (Y/N).


I was curled up on David’s couch, wearing one of his t-shirts, under a blanket from his bed.

Maybe it was a mistake to come back to Charming, if I would have stayed in Chicago then my brother would still be alive.

The rain was still falling outside, I thought I heard the roar of a bike. Shaking my head, thinking someone would have to be crazy to ride in this weather, I went to peek out the window.

Seeing Happy getting off his bike, I pulled open the door. “What are you doing here?”

He pulled me to him, his lips devouring mine. “Tara called, told Jax what happened…”

I pulled away from him. “Jacob is right, it’s my fault David is dead. It should have been me….”

He grabbed me his dark eyes looking into mine. “Don’t fucking say that…”

“It’s the truth….” My body was racked with sobs.

“If something happened to you, I’d be lost…” He said softly. “Your brother died protecting you…I would have done the same.”

“Hap…” I leaned into his embrace. He kicked the door shut, locking it. Picking me up, he carried me to the couch. Laying me down, he pulled off his jacket, tossing it on the chair.

Sitting down on the couch, he pulled me on his lap. His hands going into my hair, he pulled my lips to his.

Breaking off the kiss, his dark eyes studied my bruised face. “Let me protect you and keep you safe.”


Pairing: ReaderXDerek (Criminal Minds)

Request: May I please have a Derek Morgan request? One where the reader and Derek are trapped in like a mansion with the unsub because there’s a blizzard and it’s really cold and Derek is trying to protect her from everything and she gets hurt and stuffs… just really protective!Morgan and fluff? Maybe a lil'angst thrown in for fun? Thanks Bub!

(A/N): I went sort of off the request

By: Claire

You woke up with your hands bound tightly together and ur face pressed up against the cold tile floor of the same room you had been knocked out in a few hour before. Assuming the unsub hadn’t had done much aside from tying your hands together you figured that Derek was somewhere in the room as well. You silently pushed your body over onto your stomach so you could continue the roll and get a view of whatever was on the other side of you. You were right, Derek was laying on the ground with his hand bound similarly.

“Derek.” you whispered quietly, hoping your voice was enough to awaken him from the unconscious. You saw him stir ever so slightly. “Derek wake up.” you spoke, this time in a firmer voice. You watched as his eyes slowly opened and then looked around frantically. 

“What happened?” he asked after a moment of his eyes just darting all around the room.

“The unsub, he got us.” you explained, attempting to sit up however only falling back down into a horizontal position when a sharp pain in your abdomen hit you. “Shit.” you muttered as the pain subsided into a small ache. 

“What’s wrong?” Derek asked, sitting up himself. You breathed in and out deeply only to have the sharp pain come back.

“I think a rib is broken.” you choked, the pain making it hard for you to focus on anything aside from your ribs.

“I swear to god if that son of a bitch-” 

“Derek Morgan and (Y/N) (Y/L/N), or should I say agents.” a voice chuckled suddenly from the opposite direction you were facing. You couldn’t get your body to move the way you wanted it to to see who the voice belonged to, so instead you just looked at Derek, your eyes beginning to water in part from pain and then from fear.

“David Maeweather I presume.” Derek spat, his eyes connecting with the unsub and not moving even an inch.

“Ah, I see you have been doing some research on me.” the voice chuckled once again. You could hear his footsteps approaching you slowly. “I’ve done my fair share of research as well. You are both agents for the BAU, graduated top of your class, yet could still both be taken down by a single average man.” he laughed slightly. You heard his feet stop what could only be inches from your body. “So, I’m guessing that I got you both down because you were both distracted. Perhaps your minds were somewhere else besides the case at hand.”

You felt a hand run through your hair and saw Derek tense up.

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“Perhaps you, Derek, were too focused on the warm body next to you.” he whispered like a snake. “After all, it is quite the magnificent warm body.” he chuckled before gripping your hair violently and pulling you up to your feet by it. You couldn’t help but let out a small whimper. 

“Don’t you dare touch her.” Derek yelled, trying to stand up and charge the man however getting pulled back. Only now did Derek realize that his hands were not only tied to each other, however were also connected to a chain that attached to the wall. He couldn’t do anything but watch.

“Sorry Derek, I’m not going to let you ruin this moment.” David smiled, moving one of his hands down your stomach, stopping right before your belt buckle. “Maybe I should make you watch, what do you think (Y/N)?” 

“I think your a sexual satist who can rot in hell.” you whispered threw a clenched jaw. 

“So yes.” he smiled before moving his hand down and beginning to work on your belt buckle. 

“I will slit your throat if you do anything to her.” Derek screamed at the man whose hand was now in your pants.

“David Maeweather, let go of our agent and turn around slowly.” Prentiss’s voice spoke calmly. You and the unsub whipped around at the same time and saw Prentiss. When she saw his hand in your pants she kept a straight face, however her eyes screamed that she was sorry this was happening to you. “David you don’t want this to be the end.”

David looked at her for a second before sighing and letting you go, pushing you onto the ground in front of him and putting his hands up in the air. 

“You’re okay (Y/N).” Prentiss whispered kneeling to the ground and helping you up to your feet while David was brought out and Derek was untied. The moment his hands were free he ran over to you and embraced you in a strong hug.

“I’m so sorry, I couldn’t do anything, I’m so sorry.” he whispered into your hair while the tears slowly began to soak into his shirt. 

Mary McDonnell and James Duff REDDIT Chat

Hi Reddit! Mary McDonnell here!
I have been many women in many different times. I’m currently Captain Sharon Raydor on Major Crimes, was the president of the universe on Battlestar Galactica, and a hard headed Stands With a Fist out on the prairie (to name a few).
With Season 4 of Major Crimes now in its second half, I’m here with show creator James Duff to answer your questions! So…. ask us anything!

Here I report the Reddit Chat Questions which were answered!

Why does Rusty seem so hesitant when it comes to Sharon and Andy’s relationship ? He seemed quite supportive of them last winter, and it’s obvious that Andy isn’t like the other guys his biological mother dated.

James: I would say that the pattern in which Rusty grew up included violence and abuse whenever another adult male was entered into his domestic situation. And the pattern creates issues. The pattern supersedes our intelligent observations because it’s not connected to the thinking part of the brain and he’s reacting to the pattern. He’s unconsciously unable not to react to the pattern. This is true in terms of his psychology. It’s an instinctive response, not a thoughtful one.
The truth is he does like Andy and he does want Sharon and Andy to be happy, but he has an instinctual issue that he can’t quite control.

Mary, You’ve been so kind and generous with fans lately and for that I want to thank you. What is your favorite part of interacting with us?

Mary: I think my favorite part of interacting with the fans is that I learn a lot about how our show is doing, but also I learn about what the fans are interested in and it’s kind of given me an insight that puts all the work into a different point of view.
Prior to these years, the last thing you ever did was communicate with fans. We were kept in a bubble.
I feel more interested in the relevance of the material that we are doing. You get instant feedback on it. I find it fun and stimulating.
Thank you, Ilona – we love you!

A question for both of you – Do you think Jack still loves Sharon? Or did his love for her die down many years ago and he’s just manipulated her all these years out of need to feed his addictions?

James: I think he loved Sharon very much, but didn’t know how to handle the responsibilities of a spouse and eventually his faults overwhelmed his virtues in the eyes of his wife.
Mary: My impression of their past is that these people fell very deeply in love. When Jack’s addictions became bigger than Jack, the love doesn’t die when you’re in love with someone who’s addicted, you just have to steer yourself out of dealing with it because you’re risking your life. You’re risking your soul.
James: And there couldn’t be so much anger if there wasn’t a lot of love.

Dear Mary and James, It seems like a lot of the stories you’ve both told are those of growing up and coming into one’s self. What advice do you have for young people- college age or so- who are still trying to figure that out?

James: The two things I would say, as a writer, who worked very hard for a very long time before I got to where I wanted to be is that persistence and discipline are the bulwark of any project and there is no substitute for pursuing your work with industry.
Mary: Lean into things that people tell you are too challenging. If you don’t play it safe, you’ll find a lot of joy.

James – With Rusty’s transfer to UCLA coming up. Could this be an opportunity to look at a possible move into a dorm for him? I love this character – and I would love to see what being on his own, with all that Sharon (and the others) have taught him would look like. Will we get to see how he takes those lessons and applies them as he steps into adulthood?

James: Sharon and Rusty are not going to stop living together. It’s very expensive to live in a dorm. I know because I paid for someone to live in a dorm at UCLA just last year. So, the benefits of living at home and going to college are too enormous to overlook.
However, you are going to see Rusty growing into adult relationships. And Sharon is going to be an ongoing part of his maturation process.
Mary: I love the compatibility of young adults with parental figures and there’s a whole new energy that could emerge in those years. You end up experiencing each other side by side instead of in a meshed independent way. I am looking forward to understanding Rusty as an adult from more of a distance than Sharon has been able to view him. They’re very compatible, Sharon and Rusty.

to Mary: What’s the most important lesson that you learned from Sharon Raydor?

Mary: She’s taught me an awful lot. But, she’s required me to kind of bump up against the part of Mary that gets explored through Sharon – she has a hard time letting go and sort of letting change occur. She’s taught me a lot about trusting forward movement and letting go of things that seem unsafe.
James: I think that’s exactly right because in her old job, Sharon has responsibilities that required her to order people around in a ‘I don’t care what you think about it way.’ Her new job is more of a listening role. She’s there to assemble the information and create a strategy.
Fortunately she developed a very thick skin.

Question for both of you: Can you tell us some more info about the five-parter without giving away too much? Totally excited about this 😀

James: A new crime involving heroin, other drugs, gangs, the lower response time to live fire incidents, and a missing Uzi link Major Crimes back to a series of murders from 12 years ago involving the death of a LAPD officer that was never solved. Rushing to make an arrest before a gang war can start, Sharon confronts the most complicated case of her career.
Finding out you have five more episodes before breaking, there was a mixture of cheers and tears in the writers room because we were all getting ready to take some time off!

Will we get to see one of Shandy’s dates?

James: You will see Shandy out together if we see another season. And you will also see Rusty out with someone too.

Hi Mary. Is there an adjustment on how you portray sharon raydor now that she is finally in a relationship with andy?

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Mary: The adjustment is simply that she has had to expand the way she thinks about her response to daily life. In other words, before she opened her heart to Andy the job was the job. She has to sort of check herself to stay clear-minded about it. It is an adjustment, indeed. I don’t know that she is always aware of it, but I have noticed it.

Happy Guy Fawkes from London! My question is for both of you; what are your favourite art galleries and / or museums in the USA or around the world?

James: I love the Louvre, the Metropolitan in NY and the Getty in LA.
Mary: I love the Louvre, I love the Getty and I love the Museum of Natural History in New York.
James: I also love the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam. I love the Picasso museum in Paris.
Mary: The Rodin Museum in Paris.
James: AND the Cloisters in New York. AND Musée de Cluny in Paris.
Unfortunately neither Mary nor James have ever been to Florence :-(.

To James: Do you have some ritual to turn on your creative process of writting? How do you process all your ideas about the characters?

James: I can’t wait for my creative juices to start flowing. I write for a living. Inspiration is helpful, but I can’t afford to wait for it. For material I usually look for things I don’t like about myself, so I never run out of something to write about.

Hi both of you! Thanks for this. Will we see Emily and Ricky Raydor again this season?

James: Unfortunately, no because we don’t get all the way to Christmas this year on our Fall order. So we will look for them again next season.

Hi Mary! What is your favorite play that you have performed in?

Mary: I just absolutely adored an experience I had recently doing Chekhov’s The Cherry Orchard.
I think out of all the plays I have done… I was in a production of a Midsummer Night’s Dream, directed by David Chambers. There was a pool on stage and when the lovers were chasing each other through the forest, people were diving into the pool and disappearing. It was a highlight of my theatrical career!

Is there a legend that either of you would love to work with, that you haven’t had the chance to yet?

James: I have three names. Matt Damon, who I think is one of the most amazing actors working today. Eddie Redmayne, who is so perfect for so many different things. And Judi Dench. I would like to work with Judi just to meet her. There are so many people though!
Mary: I really want to work with Robert De Niro! I would love to work with his energy before I’m too old to do any of it :-).

Hi James – I was wondering if the experience you’ve had with the fans has changed between The Closer and Major Crimes, and in what ways?

James: The fans of Major Crimes are much closer to the show and much closer to us and much more involved in an immersive way than they were with The Closer. People have embraced the entirety of the show and that has made a huge difference in my own personal relationship with viewers. And Mary has such a centered view of where she stands inside all this that I feel like she offers the audience the kind of stability they wish they had in life. And that center I think has become a gravitational force for our show.
Mary: It’s really great going from the villain to the hero! People now like to see me :-).

Dear Mary and James, do you have any projects you would like to do when you aren’t filming Major Crimes?

James: Yes, I have a feature film adaptation of a play I would like to do. Not my own play, someone else’s play. We’re negotiating for the rights to do that right now!
Mary: I am in the process of developing a screenplay with two gentlemen I met through a wonderful film that I am beginning to help with at this point and hoping to produce.

Aside from Andy’s surgery, can you give us more insights on what will happen in the thanksgiving episode?

James: I think there’s a road rage incident that tests Sharon’s ability to see past the surface and understand the darker motives of the human heart. And consider all the things that could be said that are not said. And how that impacts her final scene with Andy in that episode.
Mary: Well you know it’s the tricky part for me is that I can never remember the episode until someone stimulates it like you’ve just done! I do remember that final scene and I do remember Sharon having that very human dilemma of not being able to complete something in the way she would like it to have been completed. It’s an imperfect world is what I remember feeling at the end of that episode.
James: The accident Flynn has thrusts Sharon and Andy into a closer proximity faster than they were prepared to be put there. And Sharon is trying to manage that by doing right by Andy and keeping the relationship on a steady pace and it’s a lot. To keep your heart and keep your distance at the same time is very complicated.
Mary: You read something that James wrote and I’ll often have the questions, “What is Sharon thinking? Should I call James and have him tell me?” James always knows if you ask him, but the more you trust the writing, the dramatization, it’s set up beautifully.
Often when the scene is over I go, “OH, that’s what this is about!”

Hi Mary! I just wanna say you are awesome! Thank you for doing this Q&A! My question is what is your everyday lippie/lipstick/lipbalm that you use?

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Mary: Right now I’m using a very pale M.A.C. lipstick, and I’m rather fond of it.


I know David Luiz would never see this but, David you did make people smile and you did make happy. You made them happy by doing what you do. You’re humble, bubbly, and you’re respectful. You and the rest of the boys don’t need to win the cup because you guys won the whole world. Please don’t apologize you’ve done fantastic things that out shine that World Cup match. Do us a favor and smile and be happy about how far you guys have got. Just being yourself makes your people smile and happy. Please don’t cry and feel miserable that you didn’t make it to the finals. All of you guys should celebrate that you made it this far. You were a fantastic team captain.
Maybe next time you’ll make it.