freedom is not enough

grayfullbusterjr  asked:

Hey is there more criminal stories

criminal stiles:

Through His Eyes by LittlestWolf (20/? | 43,085 | NR)

A (kind of) psychic Stiles gets offered a deal to leave his 8 year prison sentence early and be a criminal consultant with the FBI. Agent in Charge Derek Hale is assigned to be his handler on his first day back after a four month leave due to an undercover case going wrong and resulting in the death of his partner. Derek keeping his job as Agent in Charge relies on the success of Stiles and Stiles’ eventual freedom depends on their success together. Simple enough.

Big Iron by nogitsune_lichen (1/1 | 4,916 | NC17)

The man was writhing on the mattress, head thrown back to expose the long column of his neck. Derek’s mouth went dry at the sight, his heart jackrabbiting against his ribs. In the dim light he could see the devilish grin on the man’s face.

“Is that your big iron or are you just happy to see me?” Little Red teased, his laugh dissolving into moans.

Catch Me If You Can by illusemywords (1/1 | 32,470 | PG13)

Before Stiles Stilinski is 20 years old, he successfully cons millions of dollars’ worth of checks posing as a Pan Am pilot, doctor, and lawyer. This is the story of him, and Derek Hale, the FBI agent chasing him.

Based on the movie Catch Me If You Can.

criminal derek:

Daddy Dearest by GiaUrsula (2/2 | 3,555 | R)

When Derek gets taken in for questioning at Beacon Hills Police station, he gets more than he bargains for when he notices the young deputy that looks startling familiar to a special someone from his past.

Through Darkness and Flames by cry_silver (10/11 | 19,312 | R)

Derek has only ever known the life of crime. Stiles is a straight A’s student with a bright future. After their lives collided, the two have been seeing each other secertly without incident.

But now Derek’s uncle is back in town, acting as a catalyst to jealous ex’s, ruthless crime lords, dealing with aftermath of past abuse and testing how strong their relationship can be.


A heist a day keeps the feelings at bay by sterekanigans (1/1 | 6,671 | PG13)

Never let it be said that being a criminal was easy. No, no, far from the glamorous life the movies would have you believe.

Throw into the equation a rival criminal who is intent on taking all your targets? Stiles’ career as a multi-million-dollar criminal has been threatened ever since Derek goddamn Hale entered the scene one long, painful year ago.

And he’s ready to set the record straight.

Or the one where everyone is a criminal and Stiles and Derek have an insane amount of sexual tension.

New Years Eve: Also Known As How Marinette Broke Chat

So, this ridiculously fluffy piece is my gift to @mr-hawkmoth, as a thank you for all the amazing pieces they right and things they post! :D You are really awesome, and I think you should get more love! Sorry for how poorly written this is, but I hope you enjoy it! ;) Pairing is MariChat, with a bit of reverse lovesquare at the end XD

“You know, you’re kinda becoming a stalker, kid.”

Adrien glared at his kwami, the tips of his ears burning red with embarrassment as he lingered in the shadows of the statue of Ladybug and Chat Noir.

It was New Years Eve, and his father had been called away on pressing business the day after Christmas, meaning Adrien had been alone for most of the week. Normally, he would have been taking advantage of this sudden freedom, but Nino, the only friend he was close enough with to actually call up at a moment’s notice, had already left town to go and visit his grandparents in the countryside. While so many of his schoolmates had shown up to celebrate Christmas with him, not once had he really spent time with any of them outside of the presence of his best friend, aside from Chloe.

At one point he almost thought about calling her, only to remember that the last time he’d spent New Years with her, he’d had to hide in the men’s restroom at the hotel when midnight struck just to avoid having to kiss her. Adrien wasn’t oblivious, he knew how she felt about him, but he also knew that while her friendship with him was genuine, her pursuit of him was shallow at best. No way was he going to encourage any misunderstandings this year just because he was lonely. Thus, he had been wandering around the city as Chat Noir, trying to distract himself from the ceaseless boredom that had been plaguing him, when he had found himself headed towards the bakery by the school.


An image of the spunky girl who sat behind him at school flashed through his mind, and Chat felt his heart lighten immediately. She had been kind enough to make him a beautiful hat for Christmas this year, and even though it hadn’t been fixed with Ladybug’s miraculous, Adrien had really been touched by the amount of time and thought she had put into it. Honestly, he had been quite disappointed when he realized that her gift to him had been destroyed entirely, and hadn’t been able to even thank her for it yet as a result. Landing in the park, strategically out of sight behind the statue dedicated to Ladybug and himself, Chat debated with himself.

I mean, I do need to thank her… plus, her family was so welcoming the last time I was over. And maybe we could play some video games! I have been practicing— maybe this time I could actually beat her!’

Mind made up, he released his transformation, and had been in the middle of explaining things to Plagg when he heard her voice from across the street.

“Don’t worry mom, I’ll be careful,” Marinette called cheerfully, a box with the bakery’s name stamped on the side carefully balanced on her hip. “It’s only a few blocks, I’ll be back before you know it!”

And so he found himself hesitating, watching as she headed off along the sidewalk to make what was probably a delivery to someone.

Leave it to Plagg to find a way to turn the innocent circumstances into opportunity to tease him. Although… maybe stalking Marinette wasn’t such a bad idea. It was already close to midnight, and the direction she was headed was not well lit at the moment, making a lone girl easy prey for unsavory individuals. Decision made, he transformed once more and chased after her, surprised to realize that while he had been debating on what to do she had managed to vanish from his sight.

By the time he did catch up to her, the direction she was headed became pretty clear, and Chat felt himself frown in confusion.

Why is she headed to my house?’

Concealing himself behind a tree, he watched as she approached the locked gates to the mansion’s compound and pressed the intercom button. He felt a little bad for not being inside to answer her, but his instincts were urging him to keep her in sight, and so he watched as she shifted nervously from foot to foot, waiting for an answer that wasn’t going to come. She tried the intercom a few more times, and as the minutes ticked by with no response, her face dropped into a frown.

Great,’ he thought with a hint of sarcasm, ‘I’ve upset her.’

Shoulders slumping, Chat watched as she pressed her face into the gaps between the bars, looking for something that she apparently didn’t find. Body drooping with apparent defeat, the girl turned to go back the way she had come, but this time her pace was much slower.

Chat waited until she’d put some distance between them before he started to follow her again, this time on foot. Ducking from shadow to shadow, his thoughts raced. Why had she come over to his place with a delivery from the bakery? Did she get the address wrong? Why had she looked so upset? Did she think he had called in a crank order and then just not answered? Anxiety bubbled around his heart at the thought of another misunderstanding coming between them, especially after she’d been nice enough to give him a Christmas gift when none of his other friends had.

So distracted was he by his own thoughts, it took him a moment to realize he could no longer see Marinette in front of him. When it finally registered, he froze, eyes darting around to try and see where she had disappeared. Unease crept over him as he vaulted up to the nearest building, head whipping back and forth trying to locate movement. Unfortunately, even with his night vision, Chat couldn’t find a trace of her. Twisting around to retrace his steps, concern turning into panic, he was almost to the next roof when he heard them.

A group of voices, distinctly male.

And one rather annoyed female voice.

It had come from the alley around the other side of the building, and he quickly made his way to the edge of the roof. Looking down, he could see Marinette blocked into the darkened breezeway by 3 men. Sharp eyes taking in every detail, he noticed the leering expressions on their faces as they looked at the girl, and could smell the liquor coming off of them from where he crouched, ready to move if need be. Disgust choking him as he practically read their intentions, Chat couldn’t help but glance back at Marinette’s face, to see how she was handling the situation. Her expression made him want to flinch back, pure fury radiating from every line of her body.

Apparently, the males below were to dense to read the situation, and Chat listened as the one directly in front of his friend rasped suggestively, “Seriously babe, it’s almost midnight- don’t you want luck in love for the new year?”

“Yeah, and with three of us…” another one slurred, eyeing her like a piece of meat.

“…we can guarantee you’ll get lucky.” The last one finished the vulgar innuendo while moving uncomfortably closer to her, hand reaching out to grab her.

Oh hell no. Chat felt time slow to a crawl as the lecherous hand drew closer to Marinette, outrage and fear suffusing every fiber of his being. Moving on pure reflex, the need to protect the girl below from harm driving him forward, the outraged super hero could only think of one thing as he landed quietly behind the drunkards.

He was going to break that hand.

Before he could follow through on that thought though, a loud crack followed by a shriek of pain echoed around them. Emerald eyes widened in surprise as the man who had been reaching for the seemingly helpless young girl dropped to his knees, his now broken hand still clenched firmly by the not-so-distressed damsel.

His friends were equally frozen, but shook it off much more quickly than Chat could. Both lunged for her at the same time, growled curses and insults spilling from their vile mouths. Marinette, still holding the injured hand of the leader, ducked a wild swing from one while simultaneously bringing her foot up to slam into the throat of the other. Off balanced, the first stumbled to the ground, his own momentum and inebriated state leaving him kissing nothing but concrete, while the second fell backwards, clutching at his throat as he gasped for breath.

Fury still spilling from every inch of her, the girl wasted no time ins turning on the hapless brute behind her, who had yet to regain his bearings and had barely managed to roll over. Finally releasing the leader from her iron grip, the deceptively petit Marinette swung her leg out once more, this time whipping in a full revolution that had her foot making contact with both men’s jaws in quick succession.

Both fell to the ground, unconscious, while the third was still wheezing for air, eyes wide and fearful as he watched how easily she dispatched his buddies. When she finally looked back in his direction, the man squeaked in terror, quickly getting to his feet and running past Chat and into the night.

For his part, Chat Noir could only stare in amazement, heart thumping in his chest. He hadn’t moved an inch, his eyes wide and jaw hanging open as she effortlessly took down her attackers. Not only had Marinette not needed him, Chat was pretty sure she hadn’t even noticed him. Even now, she had yet to look up at him, and instead had made her way over to the side of the alley bending down to collect something he hadn’t noticed when he first came upon them.

The box.

Pastries and candies spilled out in various directions on the ground from where the box looked to have been thrown against the wall. Chat watched her pick up a half-crushed macaroon, anger fading to be replaced with…

“Don’t cry, Princess,” he murmured, the sight of her tears urging him into action finally. She jumped upon hearing his voice, blue eyes flashing towards him as he knelt beside her.

“Chat Noir…?”

He ignored the question in her voice, instead asking, “What were you doing out this late?”

She had stopped crying, but at his question her expression twisted once more with sadness. Her gaze dropped back down to the ruined sweets below and she shrugged.

“I have this friend and… well, I found out earlier that he’s spending New Year’s Eve alone. So I wanted to take him some treats, and…” she replied, a light flush to her cheeks as she avoided looking at him.

“…and see if maybe he wanted some company.”

Chat felt his heart stutter within his chest even as he kept his expression neutral. That’s why she had gone to his house. Sweet, thoughtful, awkward Marinette had been thinking of him, gone through all this trouble for him, just to make sure he wasn’t lonely. His thoughts were interrupted as she continued, having taken his silence as a request for more details.

“B-but he wasn’t home, and so I was just going to take them by tomorrow. But then these,” here she gestured at the bodies still lying in the alley with them, annoyance clear in her tone. “These goons, well… they thought they were entitled to a kiss just because it was New Year’s Eve, and I tried to just leave but… I mean I shouldn’t have gotten so angry, but they ruined the treats I had made for Adrien and now, I mean…”

A sigh left her lips as she fell silent, clearly worn out by the events of the night as her gaze drifted to the hands in her lap. Chat’s brain was racing though. Because not only had she been trying to do something nice for him, she had kicked three grown men’s asses for him, for ruining the gifts she had made for him. And, oh how she had kicked their asses. Honestly, Chat didn’t know anyone besides Ladybug who could move with so much grace and strength at the same time. Yet, here was Marinette, wrecking three guys like it was nothing, all in his name. Not to protect herself, although that’s what he had initially thought, but simply because they had destroyed something that had been made for him.

That she had made for him.

He felt himself swoon a little at the thought.

Chat smiled, reaching for her hands and drawing her to her feet. She met his eyes as he winked at her, a plan having already formed in his mind.

“Well, purr-rincess, I don’t think you need to worry about your friend!”

At her puzzled expression, he adopted a stage whisper as he continued, “I’m pretty sure I saw him making his way towards your place earlier while I was on patrol.”

He felt triumphant at the look of delight she was giving him. Based on where they were, it would be easy to make it back to the bakery and de-transform before Marinette got there. Besides, that was where he had wanted to be in the first place, no harm in using his “inside knowledge” to cheer her up right now.


“Pawsitively!” He thrilled at the light giggle she let out at his pun, feeling giddy in the face of his accomplishment. He was about to bid her a good night, so he could make his way over to the bakery when he heard muffled shouts coming from the surrounding buildings.


“You had better get home! You don’t want to bring in the Mew Year with the embodiment of bad luck!”


He turned to go, but felt a tug on his hand. Looking back, he saw Marinette smiling at him as she stepped closer.


Chat was frozen as she lifted his hand…


and soft, warm lips pressed with aching deliberateness to his knuckles, the dark sweep of her lashes standing out against her pale, freckled cheeks as her eyes closed with the action. Even through the leather of his glove, Chat could feel the heat of her mouth, the tickle of her lips as they slowly pulled away and she pinned him with her sapphire gaze once more.

“Happy New Year, minou,” she murmured, smiling at him softly.

Chat could only nod, face flushing as she released his hand after giving it a light squeeze, and made her way around him and out of the alley. He couldn’t move for several moments, mind sluggish under the engulfing realization that was Marinette.

Marinette, who just kissed his hand like he did Ladybug’s.

Marinette, who beat up three thugs because they ruined a gift she made for him.

Marinette, who had thought of him when he was all alone.

Marinette, who had made him a beautiful Christmas gift.

Marinette, who played video games with him and welcomed him into her home.


Jerking back into awareness, Chat quickly vaulted to back to the rooftops, sprinting in the direction of the bakery so as to make it there before the girl who, after what he saw tonight, clearly had a good handle on a number of things.

His heart being one of them.

Spend this week cleansing. Clean & reorganize your room so that the atmosphere makes you feel good. Clean out your closet & donate anything you don’t wear anymore, delete all the songs on your iTunes that you always skip, clean out your photo album on your phone to make room to capture new memories. Delete old texts. Get rid of anything that reminds you of memories you would rather forget. Don’t hold on to anything out of fear. Cleanse your mind of thoughts that make you doubt yourself & make you feel that you aren’t good enough. Cleanse until you feel the clutter that was weighing you down has been washed away.
—  It’s time for a fresh start.
Kiss me,
Kiss me like the universe is being swallowed by a black hole.
While you’re at it,
Put your hand around my throat and choke me.
Suffocate me like our species suffocates our own freedom.
Merciful enough I know I’m not going to die, but also not sure if I’m going to live.
Don’t just kiss my lips.
Sink below and drown in my curves, from my breasts to my naval.
Let your lips collide with my skin like waves thrusting into the shore.
Our skin starts to taste like the sea as well.
Salty and just the surface of depths so deep there is no reaching them.
So dark, if you do reach them, you may never see the light again.
Because some things aren’t worth knowing. Some depths aren’t so forgiving.
But I don’t feel like I’m drowning when I am at the mercy of your grip around my throat.
Wrapped in cotton sheets and your legs as they pulse against my own.
I feel safe with you.
You’ve seen my bones shaking,
Felt my blood flowing,
But we will leave it at that.
Because I know the deeper we get,
The closer I come to drowning.
—  modestmycelium, Claire Goolet – 24 year old queer nomad
The Gem that came through the wall

In ‘The Zoo’ the humans spoke about a myth of Gem coming through the wall to help a hurt human. And earlier in 'Gem heist’ Holly Blue begins to talk about the same thing before being cut of by Ruby’s 'distraction’. The whole story felt like it had a lot of meaning to it rather than just being dramatically explained to certify that it is, indeed, a door.
So a lot of people have been discussing how the Zoo may have a originally been manned by Rose Quartz gems and that’s how Rose came to fall in love with the Human race. So what if, our Rose Quartz was the one gem to come through that door in thousands of years? And that once experience was enough to spark Rose’s ideas of freedom.
Imagine it! Rose starts sneaking into the Zoo behind her managers back to meet the humans and talk to them. She slowly falls more in love with them all and begins to resent her own Diamond for trapping them this way. Then they start telling her stories of Earth and how beautiful it was. Rose then starts resenting the empire she lives in for hurting the Earth. Then imagine her face when they tell her about the freedom they would’ve had on Earth to be who they want.
Rose sneaking away to talk to Humans and hear about their life on Earth could’ve been the whole reason Rose turned on Homeworld! She could’ve heard about the life they lead and sworn to do anything to get there.


It’s funny. I used to daydream about being old enough to go on dates, and drive around with friends in their cars. I had this image of myself holding hands with a really cute guy, listening to the radio… driving along some pretty road, up north maybe… when the trees started to change colors. It was never about going anywhere, really. Just having some sort of freedom, I guess. Now that we’re old enough, where the hell do we go?    (It Follows, 2014)


Whoniverse: Class - 28/? times there’s more to Miss Quill than meets the eye. (1x08)

I’m sorry, but I LOVE season six Belle. I LOVE newly independent, not gonna take any shit from ANYONE Belle. I LOVE Belle connecting with new characters. Belle carving out her OWN future and doing what SHE knows to be best. This is the Belle that I knew growing up. The woman who was smart, brave, and unwilling to serve as another man’s property. 

Belle deserves better. She deserves a love interest who will treat her well and respect her agency. Rumple’s proven again and again that he’s not that person. I mean, how many times has she given him another chance, only for him to betray her yet again? Enough is enough.

So let Belle relish in her freedom. Celebrate Belle finding her own voice and making friends and forming bonds. These are all GOOD things for her character. And tbh, something that should’ve happened seasons ago.  

For a while, my world was not mine at all and I was not sure who was in control. For a while, I was not enough for freedom and I was not sure why I was not free. For a while I knew what doubt was. Now, I am aware it was never my world for the taking, but my life is like a spiders web, a constellation of stars, all the seas and rivers. My life will never be my own as I am made up from others; my friends, my family, my neighbours and my influences. My world was never truly my own as we are all one.

my world vs our world by Amy Kennedy


the foxes moodboards (4/9) → Kevin Day

“Kevin lived with an awful family, but he had a home and a reputation and a following. He grew up in the spotlight while Neil was left looking over his shoulder in a dozen countries around the world. Kevin lost his hand but gained his freedom. He was stubborn enough and skilled enough to pick up where he’d left off, even if it meant learning how to play with his weaker hand.”

anonymous asked:

I just got into your tiny burr au ficlets and I was wondering could you maybe do something about thomas and james worrying about aaron when he's caught?

It had been a while since Aaron last visited. James frequently worried about the younger man, feeling sometimes like Aaron was still that skittish thirteen year old who moved in all on his own. But James knew he was a worrier, it was normal. Still he pointed it out to Thomas. 

“He’s just being an antisocial little shit. Let him be.” And that was that. Until another few days passed, and they still didn’t see him. 

James prompted Thomas about it again, only this time, Thomas’ scowl held a hint of worry. “He’s small, but not stupid. Burr would tell us if something were wrong.” 

There were many things that could be wrong. Aaron was small, even for their kind (though not as small as James himself, as Aaron often retaliated to such comments). He was also clumsy and occasionally absent minded. There were many pitfalls Aaron could have fallen into, not the least of which what every borrower feared- discovery by the big people. 

James shook that thought off. Aaron wasn’t dumb enough for that.

Still, more another several days passed, until eventually Thomas was the one to bring it up. “I’m going to give that little shit an earful. He knows better than to avoid us this long.” Thomas wasn’t bothering to hide his worry, and the very fact that his partner worried set James’ mind into overdrive. 

“Let’s,” He agreed. Thomas graciously helped James through the single gap between the interior walls that connected James and Thomas’ living space and Aaron’s. Though a single gap, it was actually a long stretch, a carefully knotted string bridge connecting it. 

Thomas lifted James over the last gap, earning a short laugh despite the situation. “Stop that, now’s not the time.” He admonished, still grinning. 

“It’s always the time for being a proper gentleman,” Thomas gave an exaggerated wink, earning a light shove. Then they crossed into Aaron’s territory, and it was time to be serious again. 

Aaron wasn’t in his favourite portion of the walls, where his bed and kitchen were. He wasn’t in his leisure area, or in any of the lookout spots. James and Thomas checked the library next- a bigger alcove stuffed with stolen papers from his Big Person. No luck. 

“I’m going to kill him when we find him,” Thomas muttered, biting the skin at his thumbnail. The pit in James’ stomach grew with each passing moment. Aaron’s territory was not all that big, he always preferred a smaller, tidier space. He wasn’t the type to wander the wall either, even though the entire rest of the building’s walls were free of pests and other borrowers. 

“He could be foraging?” James suggested, glancing pointedly at one of the many entrance points to the interior apartment. 

“He better not be, his Big person is home I saw him in the kitchen through the lookout.” Thomas scowled, eyes narrowed, considering the idea. 

That caused James to pause. “Really? But his Big Person is never home, especially not in the middle of the day. Aaron’s told me that many times before, his person is an obsessed over-worker.”

Thomas went silent for a long moment. “You don’t think…” 

“That he got interrupted while foraging? I’d hope he has more sense than that, but it still wouldn’t explain why we haven’t been seeing him.” 

“No,” Thomas corrected. “I didn’t get a good look at what the Big Person was doing. They were in the kitchen, that lookout doesn’t have a good vantage point for that. But he was talking to someone.” 

Fear gripped James’ chest. “He could have been talking on the phone.” He started moving, nearly tripping over himself. There was another lookout in the kitchen that would give them a clear view. Thomas was right behind him. 

“You’re probably right. Burr’s going to get back as soon as his person is asleep, then we can wring his neck.” The joke was strained and flat. 

Thomas was the first to the kitchen lookout, peeking out immediately. James jostled him over so they could both look. The Big Person- Alexander, James recalled, was indeed there, huddled over with his elbows on the counter. He was peering intently into a birdcage. A birdcage that held one familiar small figure. Aaron’s arms were crossed, defiantly faced away from his captor, who continued cajoling, begging to be addressed. 

“Oh, shit.” Thomas gasped. James concurred. 

Hey I just wanted to remind my fellow white Australian’s that today marks the moment in history when we stole the land and freedom of first Australians. Something we have not done nearly enough to rectify or atone for. Or even acknowledge.

This is something we need to address. And not just today. But everyday.

We need to do better. And when we spend Invasion Day getting drunk around the barbie yelling about how great it is to be Australian, we are only moving backwards.

Spend today thinking about how flawed that statement is: “it’s great to be Australian”. Because it’s only great for SOME Australians. And this will only change when we admit that it’s a problem, that it’s our fault, and that we need to take action to fix it.

I for one don’t feel any national pride today. And I won’t until we start doing something to be proud of, by beginning to heal the wounds we caused, and have continued to cause by our inaction.

The Pillars of the Earth {Sentence Starters}

  • “I thought I was ambitious.”
  • “My freedom is not for sale.”
  • “But I don’t believe in politics.”
  • “Enough. My decision stands.”
  • “You don’t have the experience.”
  • “But the fires of hell are eternal.”
  • “I’ve never… I’ve never felt so lost.”
  • “You look lost. Of course, you are.”
  • “It’s gone, smashed. We’re finished.”
  • “Take your time. Experiment. Listen.”
  • “How fortunate you weren’t on that ship.”
  • “We live in a world that is striving for order.”
  • “There are plenty of women who’d have him.”
  • “He tells the peasants what they need to hear.”
  • “You must have died, too, from the look of you.”
  • “He’s not dead. I would know it if he were dead.”
  • “I didn’t know they were defeated. Is this recent?”
  • “You were expressing your own prideful ignorance.”
  • “Too late for that. All you can do is save yourself now.”
  • “Well, if that’s a sin, we’ll all burn in hell. What about it?”
  • “You’re asking me to do this? I’d never get an audience.”
  • “Then why is there always something to be won or lost?”
  • “There are whispers. The shipwreck was quite convenient.”
  • “God’s plan? If God has a plan, it’s not working out very well, is it?”
  • “I was in love once. Love is a terrible thing. I know, it struck me dead.”
  • “This may be the Devil’s work, but it was God that sent you a master builder.”
  • “It’s easier to kill someone if you’re standing beside them rather than against them.”