give him a chance to play

Quick Overview

They finally add Joshua to the game and he’s just.. incredible. The highest BST for all infantry units for some reason, and yet his stat spread is strange. Having very solid defences, amazing speed and okay attack, he’s basically a all around unit who struggles to do everything at once. Even his whole gimmick is kinda luck based though whether you take the chance or go on something more trustworthy is up to you.

Base kit

Joshua wields Audhulma a powered up slaying edge but gives you +5 res which puts him at 33. Moonbow is a solid special and now a 1 turn trigger meaning if attacked he will trigger his special. Close defence increases his bulk when attacked up close which is a nice asset and then theres… windsweep. This skill is incredibly gimmicky and changes his playstyle. Basically he’s designed to be played as a rush in unit, get a hit then take a hit back with increased defences and finish them off, however his speed tier while good, ain’t the best so I’d only use it if you’re willing to give up doubles.

C slot wise he does very well with ploy skills with the extra res, while standard threatens work too, as for assists, reposition is always good but with his base kit pivot is a niche option to escape if need be.

Suggested set(s)

Nino slayer

No ivs

Audhulma, reposistion, Moonbow/Iceberg/bonfire/luna/ignis/glacies

Slot A = Distant counter

Slot B = Quick riposte/ green tomebreaker/bow breaker

Slot C = ploy skill, or any c skill you need

Okay so if you really like Joshua this is his best set. It lets him counter green mages something he was born to do, the extra res from his sword is nice and honestly any of the specials can be used, its personal preference. Quick riposte always gets the double on mages like Nino who can reach 45 speed easily. Though g tome breaker allows for a more defensive option, while bow breaker ensures some survival against certain bow units. Ploy skills are among Joshuas best but other threatens tend to be fine.

The best chance is no chance

No ivs

Audhulma/Brave sword +, reposistion, Moonbow/Iceberg/luna

Slot A = Swift sparrow, Life and death

Slot B = Desperation/wrath

Slot C = any c skill you need

A far more offensive set. You can use Audhulma or Brave sword, though brave sword gets more KOs while Audhulma doesnt sacrifice speed and gives you -1 on cooldowns. Swift sparrow I’d say is better with Audhulma and life and death with brave sword, but if you use swift sparrow with Audhulma you still remain incredibly tanky for a brave unit, like armour levels of tanky. Desperation allows for quading or just no damage taken, but he’s also bulky enough to use wrath if need be.

  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: wHY the fuck won't they make an obi wan kenobi spin off movie starring EWAN MCGREGOR who was the fucking star of the prequels, the man who really fucking wants to be in another star wars film, a man who is a GREAT actor and a person and is so passionate about acting and loves star wars and just please give a man a chance and it'd be perfect he's in his prime, his age is perfect for the role of obi wan between ep iii and ep iv and NOBODY could play the role of obi wan better than him and HE DESERVES IT and the fans deserve to have this movie !!

so I was talking with @gitwrecked about the Space Dad mentality and how rare it is that Shiro gets to have fun like the other Paladins do. A lot of fic and art either assume Shiro’s the responsible character, or leave him out completely while all the Paladins are having fun - and that’s always bugged me, a bit. Shiro so rarely gets a chance to play those games, or make mistakes, or be smol, or be taken care of in any way. In fandom, Shiro’s almost always the Responsible One, whether that’s in charge of the team, assisting with the team’s personal affairs/relationship woes Via the giving of Dad Advice, etc. etc. Even the mentality that back at the Garrison Shiro must’ve been tight-laced, Perfect, and Always Responsible is just…it doesn’t make sense, to me. Considering everything he’s been through, can’t our Shiro be allowed some fun?

Shiro would’ve been a COMPLETE troublemaker back at the Garrison. Hardworking and dedicated, sure, but once he proved himself and climbed up the ranks, so to speak? Kid could get away with ANYTHING. Nobody can keep a straight face quite like Shiro. Nobody knows why there’s always one particular flight-bike returned with just a bit less fuel than the others, nope, no sir. No, nobody knows how the doors to the hangars were left unlocked and a trio of cows slipped in last night. Nope, definitely not. Shirogane? Nope, definitely not involved. What kind of person would think that of Innocent, Responsible Shiro?

Shiro gets away with a lot of stuff like this. Matt only eggs him on, the little troublemaker. The two of them would make SUCH a pair, wreaking havoc, always messing things up, and the worst part is Iverson can NEVER PROVE IT. If Matt has even half the hacking skills of Pidge? Nothing would be safe. The rosters? Weird how Shiro and Matt are always in the same classes. Any type of list? Funny that the mess hall’s serving chocolate cake for dinner for the fourth night in a row, how odd. The simulators? 

Dear lord, the simulators.

Fake missions. Weird Easter Eggs left behind in mission logs, so the freshmen are running these simulations and that’s definitely a duck that just flew past us, sir, how is a duck faster than this ship? Weird loopholes, one set of canyons that definitely loops you back to the beginning just after you exit. Missions with heavy-loss scenarios that light up at the end with a huge message saying APRIL FOOL’S. Just messing with everyone.

[Iverson: WHO LET HOLT INTO THE SIMULATOR PROGRAMMING?
Matt, deadpan, as the newbies running the simulation have to fly through a series of caves in a mountain that looks suspiciously like a nose (only access point is through the nostril): It’s my computer programming final, sir. 
Iverson, who didn’t check all the course syllabi: Shirogane, is this true?
Shiro, without batting an eye: Yes sir.]

In addition to the ability to lie their way out of every inquisition, Matt and Shiro are pretty clever at this. They don’t have to lie often because they don’t get caught. They’re extremely cautious, planning tricks weeks or months in advance, well worth taking the time to pull it off well and cover our tracks than it is to get caught and give up the whole game. (I’m not saying they were Weasleys of the Garrison, but.) 

I wonder if this is also one of the reasons Lance looks up to Shiro so much. Picture one night a very young and impressionable Lance sneaking out of his dorm after hours, trying to get a level up by gaining just one extra peek at the simulators (poor bab wants so badly to be fighter class), and in so doing caught the rarest of rare events: Shiro, sneaking out of the simulator programming room.

And Lance doesn’t mean to, but he stumbles right into a trashcan and makes a huge clatter and Shiro’s head whips up and the two of them just stare at each other. Lance’s heart is going a mile a minute, he’s going to get in trouble, that’s Takashi Shirogane, the straight-A Perfect Responsible Top Of His Class Pilot - 

Shiro draws breath. Lance winces, waiting for the reprimand.

“Can you keep a secret?” Shiro asks, and winks.

“Uh,” stutters Lance, floored.

And then the next day Lance is watching the simulator runs with his class, but for whatever reason the Simulator’s infected with some sort of weird bug. Anytime anyone fails at any part of the program the screen rains down confetti on them. Forgot to buckle your seatbelt? CONFETTI. Effed up that landing? CONFETTI. Turning to hurl into the main gearbox- 

“Shirogane,” Iverson growls, “Did you program this run?”

“Must be a glitch, sir,” Shiro says, completely straight-faced.

And Lance is a goner.

Babe, where’s my razor?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: None (fluff)

Word count: 979

Summary: The reader can’t stand Dean shaving all the time so she takes action!

A/N: Have you guys ever fantasized about Dean’s facial hair? If your answer is yes, this is the perfect fic for you!

It all started on a hunt a while back when you and Dean were stuck in a motel in the middle of nowhere. Dean had forgotten to pack his razor and since there was no drugstore in sight, he didn’t care which resulted in the sexy scruff that was starting to show itself on his cheeks.

Of course you didn’t mind. The opposite was the case actually. Watching him sit at the coffee table with his left elbow propped up, his heavenly scruffy face resting on his hand, was a view you thoroughly enjoyed.

Sadly, the morning after you guys returned to the bunker your new favorite thing about Dean was gone. You could have simply told him to keep it but you couldn’t stand seeing that self-satisfied smirk you were sure would play across his full lips once you admitted your weakness.

The next time you went on a hunt Dean did not forget to pack his razor, much to your disappointment.

But you came up with something that would hopefully work. Now it was your turn to smirk.

“I’m going to grab us something to eat. I’ll be back in half an hour,” your gorgeous, green-eyed boyfriend told you before he left the room.

Time to get to work.

You made your way to Dean’s duffel bag and after searching through it for a few seconds you found the evil object which kept that amazing scruff away from you.

Discarding it quickly you stood in the middle of the room but your victory was short lived. You knew Dean would go to the drugstore next to the motel to get a new one when he wouldn’t be able to find it, so you needed a backup plan.

Some may think that you were crazy for doing this but you didn’t care. You were firmly determined to go to all extents in order to accomplish your mission.

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anonymous asked:

I'm very sick. Can I have some sick paladin headcanons pretty please?

hunk:

  • he’ll give everyone the play by play of how he’s feeling as the illness progresses
    • no concept of tmi
    • “okay so i just went to the bathroom and there are some things going on in my intestines right now that-” “oh my god hunk shut up”
  • gets really freaked out at first because “what if this is a weird alien virus that makes my lungs explode or something!”
    • but don’t worry! coran comforts him with Science!
    • sorta!
    • “there is a 75% chance your body will be able to combat the disease no problem!” “what about the other 25%” “you could die quite horribly! haha!”
  • catch him in the kitchen with a 102 fever trying to make himself soup
    • listen. he loves his friends. but. he has very high standards for caretaking and none of them come close to meeting them

pidge:

  • gets pretty visibly sick so everyone knows when she’s sick without her having to say anything
  • interact with humans? haha no thanks
    • hates being around people when she’s sick because everything they do pisses her off lmao
    • she’d rather just hole herself up in her room with her laptop
    • don’t talk to her until it’s over
  • at any given moment you go to check on her she’s probably laying face down on her bed and groaning miserably
    • even on the lowest screen brightness her laptop is still giving her a headache
    • betrayed by the one she loves most :’’’(

lance:

  • he’ll tell everyone when he’s sick. like. he’ll announce it
  • he’s… dramatic
    • “i’m sorry princess i can’t train today i sneezed earlier and am probably dying”
    • if he coughs once he’s like “this is it. this is where it all ends”
  • [draping himself on couch] “everyone take care of me i’m dying”
  • you know it’s serious when he shuts up
    • when he’s really sick he sorta just lies down and does nothing
    • but he’s not like pidge, he wants people around
    • so he’ll go to the bridge and sit and listen to everyone doing stuff and just doze there (and get the couch all germy ew lance-)

keith:

  • won’t tell anyone he’s sick but everyone can tell
    • always vastly underestimates how bad it is, so he never feels the need to mention it
    • it’s just a cold shiro?? yes i can walk in a straight line here i’ll prove-
    • keith, in an on-fire house: “this is fine”
  • galra have higher body temperatures than humans which scares the shit out of everyone the first time keith runs a fever
  • no concept of what a sick person is supposed to act like
    • unless it’s really bad he’ll just try to go about his daily routine
    • but everyone keeps running into him and sending him back to his room >:/
  • he actually likes the peace and quiet that comes with being sick though, so it’s not all bad

shiro:

  • he’ll tell everyone he’s sick because Communication is Important Guys
    • but he sort of? doesn’t act sick??
    • so it’s confusing for everyone around him
    • “hey just a heads up i have a fever today” [kicks ass in training, strategizes with allura, forms voltron to save a planet]
  • basically he plays it off well
    • so he tends to get worse because he’s not taking medicine or resting
  • tied with keith for Most Likely to Collapse From A Fever Due to Stubbornness 
  • actually one of the worst patients out of the paladins
    • he goes a little stir crazy, doesn’t really like sitting still and letting other people handle things
    • “shiro go to sleep we can survive one day without you oh my god-”
What instruments would Hamilton and his friends play?
  • <p> <b>Hamilton:</b> Drums. Loud. Obnoxious. If Jefferson tries to steal the spotlight he casually // throws his drumsticks as hard as he can at him //<p/><b>Laurens:</b> Ukulele, very soft and sweet with that angel voice of his. Hamilton always asks him to play for him in a so //t o t a l l y p l a t o n i c w a y//<p/><b>Mulligan:</b> Harmonica. He keeps it in his pocket at all times and plays it so beautifully people forget how big and tough he looks. He's just a big soft bean<p/><b>Lafayette:</b> He's too busy learning English, do you think he has time to learn an instrument? The answer is yes, he plays the flute<p/><b>Burr:</b> Violin. Elegant and soft, gentle in a way Burr has always tried to be. This is how he got Theodosia to fall for him.<p/><b>Washington:</b> Cello. He doesn't like to talk about it, but Hamilton often here's him softly playing at night after an extra stressful day<p/><b>Eliza:</b> Piano (*gross sobbing* she taught philip piano)<p/><b>Angelica:</b> Harp. She rarely gets to play, but when she does she will drop everything and she can play for hours. She played one at Eliza and Hamilton's wedding when they danced.<p/><b>Peggy:</b> Picollo. vv high pitched, vv trilling, vv bad ass,, vv anD PEgGY<p/><b>Jefferson:</b> Fiddle. Straight outta Virginia, a southern instrument, as well as it gives him the chance to constantly steal Hams spotlight<p/><b>Madison:</b> Acoustic guitar. Can be soft and soothing or loud and very country. Normally plays it very soft, and Jefferson will sit outside of his door and listen but doesn't tell him about it.<p/></p>
Some Strings Attached

Ugh so there was a post going around that I’ve now long since misplaced but it was like “I just saw you go upstairs with someone else and I know we’re only fuck buddies but I’m gonna go punch them in the face” and I was HERE FOR IT. If somebody remembers the post, link me. In the meantime, have some Sterek getting together fluff.

“Just tell Derek you want to date him,” Scott says, as if it’s the simplest thing in the world.

Stiles bugs his eyes and flails his hands in wordless frustration, because the correct response to this patently ludicrous advice eludes him. He had come for sympathy, not pie-in-the-sky delusions. “Scott. Bro,” he finally gasps. “How could you even suggest that in good faith? No way! Bad plan!” He slashes his arms in a demonstrative X. “The only reason we’re even hooking up is that I made it super clear I was down to fuck, no strings attached! I’m not ruining a good thing by announcing to Derek Hale that I’m 85% in love with him.”

“Why?” Scott genuinely seems confused, the sweet summer child. After falling into a happy triad with Allison and Isaac after their first semester at UCLA, he doesn’t really understand the definition of “unrequited.”

Stiles turns his attention to a hanging thread on his t-shirt, sourly tugging it loose. “He’s out of my league. I mean, with the baseball, and the smarts, and the sarcasm, and those eyes…” he breaks off with a sigh. The last thing he needs to do is remind himself of how gone he is on Derek. “Just, he’s popular. Dictionary definition of too cool for school. And the three people he actually deigns to hang out with here are all just as cool and good looking as he is. Do I need to remind you I’m not? I’m a gawky, nerdy Sophomore. I’m lucky to even be his fuck-buddy.”

Scott makes a face, incredulous. “I dunno, he must like you well enough if he’s still sleeping with you after all this time. What’s it been, six months? And you guys hang out, too, you’re always telling me about how easy it is to chat with him after you bone. So it’s not just sex.”

Stiles grimaces. “Yeah, but it’s not…”


“… a real relationship,” Derek says into the phone, hearing full well the heavy dejection in his voice. So sue him; the admission is more than a little depressing. “He just wants to be fuck buddies.”

“How do you know?” Laura asks reasonably. “Maybe this Stiles person would be interested in dating you, too. No offence, but you’re not great at reading people. I mean, he’s interested in chilling with you even after you hook up, and clearly he enjoys the physical aspect. Did he actually ever say he wasn’t looking for more?”

Derek heaves a sigh, rolling his eyes even though she can’t see over the phone. “Yep. About two minutes after the first time we slept together he said, ‘no strings attached, obviously.’ So, you know, pretty safe bet that it’s no strings attached.”

“Oh,” Laura says. For once she doesn’t have a snappy comeback.

“Oh,” Derek agrees. Dejectedly.

She gives him a sympathetic little hum, and then asks, “and he’ll definitely be at the sorority barbecue?”

“Yeah.” Stiles and his broad shoulders and his long fingers are definitely going to be at the party.

“Maybe you shouldn’t go,” his sister says softly. “If you really like him, and he’s just looking to get laid…”

Derek groans. Not go, and give up a chance to hook up with Stiles? Smart, maybe, but not something he’s capable of doing.

The problem is, he’s liked Stiles forever. Or at least since he first saw him, laughing uproariously and running around with his friends with an actually broom between his legs, playing “Quidditch.” Derek would have been way too embarrassed to do something like that on the front lawn, but Stiles made it seem like the most effortlessly awesome thing a person could get up to.

No, compared to Stiles, Derek is practically a social recluse, an awkward jock with only about three people who he gets along with at all. Stiles definitely doesn’t want to get saddled with a boyfriend like him. He’s lucky they’re even hooking up after all this time.

“Derek, I mean it,” Laura says. “Look out for yourself for once.”

“I know, I know,” Derek grumbles. “But it’s not my fault he’s…”

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Baseball (M)

(I can’t get over baseball Jungkook so I had to write something)

╳ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader 

╳ Genre: smut | One shot

╳ Summary: You hated being dragged to baseball games because your best friends boyfriend was on the team. But maybe this time wasn’t going to be so bad.


“You know I hate baseball” You said, your arm being dragged as your friend pulled you across your lawn.

“Yes, and basically any sport” Your friend Rylee said, unlocking her car door. “But today is his big game and I really want you to come along!”

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The many versions of Hook

Can we please give a round of applause to Colin O'donoghue for another great performance last night, and for all the Hook’s versions out there that wouldn’t be the same without his incredible acting skills.

We are so blessed to have him in such a show that can bring out his full potential. I wish we will get another season and another chance to see yet another version of Hook that he will of course play impeccably.   

small things in gotg2 that i utterly loved (huge spoilers)
  • “No! It’s too adorable to kill!”
  • The Sovereign being a send-up of aspects of gamer culture
  • Gamora telling Mantis she’s not ugly (and clearly meaning it)
  • “I DON’T KNOW WHAT CHEERS IS.”
  • That ridiculous thing Ayesha was walking on so her feet didn’t have the indignity of touching the ground
  • “I will help them by killing Thanos”
  • Actually everything involving Nebula, tbh
  • (She has agency and empathy and a sister now)
  • “That’s a desk.”
  • The bizarre almost-beauty of the arrow massacre sequence
  • The Chain (the song that plays as Peter regains control of his ‘heart’) sounding like it could almost be Meredith condemning her ex-lover from beyond the grave “damn your love, damn your lies" as her son avenges her
  • Drax holding Mantis up as the ground starts eating him, desperate to give her a chance to live
  • absolutely everyone getting both Cool Scenes and Heartwarming Scenes
  • “What’s so wrong with that?”
  • the bit where Groot gives Yondu a sad little wave, and Yondu waves back
  • Peter closing his eyes and accepting his fate as the planet explodes around him
  • Gamora tending to the unconscious Mantis
  • Yondu holding Peter’s face as he dies and staring at him so he can be the last thing he sees
  • lots of big, important themes: slavery, child abuse, eugenics, parenthood, all dealt with well, albeit sometimes subtly
  • god it’s a good film
Death Note (2017) and the Comparative Lens

I’ll be honest. When I found out that Death Note was getting an Americanized live action adaptation, I wasn’t too thrilled. In fact, I was terrified that something I loved was going to be straight up murdered before my eyes  — and I wasn’t ready to give it a shot. In fact, I was really unwilling to budge on this until recently.

However, about three hours ago, the movie came out on Netflix. Sitting there with my housemates, I decided to give the movie a shot and check it out. for those of you who would like to avoid spoilers, this is the cutoff point for spoilers. There are an awful lot of them beyond this point.

Death Note is not a particularly new thing to many of us. If you’ve spent an hour talking about anime or reading manga, you know that Death Note exists. Finding out about the series or the source material that preceded this movie is not particularly hard; the hard part comes in discarding the source material to give the movie a fair shake.

When you look at something like this, you have to discard your comparative lens at the start of the movie to suspend your disbelief. When you sit down to watch something like, say, Game of Thrones, you are undertaking that viewing with the understanding that it’s not going to be exactly like it was in A Song of Ice and Fire.

The same thing must be done for Death Note (2017). When you sit down to watch this movie, you have to decide if you want to give it a fair shake. If not, that’s fine, but that’s what I set out to do.

Starting from the top, the movie itself isn’t bad. If you hadn’t seen the anime before watching it, it holds up to a 6/10 or a 7/10, but likely doesn’t pass an 8 on most scales. Let me explain by starting with some discussion on the main cast before getting into the actual synopsis and response.

The casting of Lakeith Stanfield as L is great, and he dramatically outperforms the rest of the cast; his take on L is both familiar to those who want similarities to what they know and slightly more emotive and human to appeal to the audience. His grasp of the character is magnificent, and I’m sure he studied for this role. I’d highly recommend watching this movie just to watch his performance if nothing else.

There’s only one problem with this: his performance feels slightly hollow when put next to Nat Wolff and Willem Dafoe. Willem Dafoe is a great man and a talented actor… but this is by no means his best showing. 

Nat Wolff, comparatively fresh to the silver screen (or technically not, since it’s closer to a direct to DVD release), paints a picture of a very fragmented Light. At times too comedic, too frustrated, and too unbelievable, his portrayal of his character comes across as transparent. It surprised me to find that his version of Light didn’t hold up to the “judge and jury” that the film tries to make him.

Light is at times frustrating and all said, a little annoying. My favorite moment of his in the film comes three minutes in, when a bully punches him in the face and knocks him out.

The funny thing about the casting, though, is that it gives Margaret Qualley, playing Mia Sutton (analogous to Misa, from the series) the chance to shine in a dark way.

Since we’ve now discussed the cast, it’s important to note that the casting for this movie is not to blame or to praise in its success or failure. Whether or not this movie is good does not depend entirely on the choices made in its casting.

The movie itself revolves around Light Turner (an Americanization of Light Yagami), the son of a “hippy” and a police chief. Light, after passing off some homework for money to one of his fellow students, finds the eponymous Death Note when it falls from the sky in the middle of a storm. Light, after meeting Ryuk, is forced to come to terms with the power he now holds… and the consequences that accompany that power.

One of his first confidantes is his fellow student, Mia Sutton; Mia is initially skeptical, but after Light kills a criminal on a live stream, she comes around to his side and the two quickly enter into a strange love affair based on his ability to kill these criminals. Light takes the name “Kira” in order to make law enforcement suspect that he’s actually based in Japan, as “Kira” is a true cognate for the English word “killer.”

Hot on Kira’s heels are his father, who doesn’t know his son is involved, and L, a young detective with a murky past. L quickly deduces that Light is based in Seattle based on the mysterious circumstances surrounding the death of a hostage taker, whose name was only released in the Seattle area.

Correctly linking Kira to Light’s father, L begins the investigation in earnest, accidentally pushing the inexperienced boy and his new powers too far. After quick, dazzling victories over the danger known as Kira, L confronts Light in a coffee shop one night, convinced of his foe’s identity.

It’s at this point that things take a sharp turn. Light, in the films, is just a schoolboy in over his head, eager to impress his girlfriend with his “wicked cool” murder powers. He is not the character most loved in the manga or the anime, and this is why the adaptation must be viewed differently. Light’s identity is discovered after the death of several task force members and the public revelation of his father’s name and face on TV. Unbeknownst to Light, Mia murdered those men with a page from the note, attributing it to Ryuk.

When Mr. Turner isn’t killed, L confronts Light in a cafe at night, revealing to him that he’s aware of the high schooler’s alter ego. After Light tries to explain that he didn’t kill the task force members, his pleas fall on deaf ears, and L tersely informs him that he’ll be brought to justice.

After this, things take a steep, steep increase in pace. Light and Mia manage to take control over Watari using the Death Note, with the rule in place (via the notebook) that a person can be controlled for two days before their death. Light, in order to circumvent Watari’s death, intends to burn the page containing Watari’s name before he dies, sparing him.

Unbeknownst to him, Mia takes the page from his notebook… throwing a spanner in the works.

After the death of Watari, Mia reveals that she’s been planning to take the Death Note for herself. Light is then forced to flee by a vengeance driven L, given the ultimatum that if she doesn’t get the notebook by midnight, that he will die (as she’s written his name on her page).

L catches up to Light in the back of an alley as Light tries to meet Mia at the spot of their last date to hand over the notebook. He tries to explain what happened, but L doesn’t listen… and despite having Light at gunpoint, is knocked out from behind by a nearby citizen who overheard Light admit to being Kira. Grateful for what Kira has done, he lets Light go.

Light makes it to Mia atop a ferris wheel at the pier… and tells her not to take the book, as he’s written her name in it, putting them at a stalemate. Only one page of the book can be burned by its holder (Light), and unbeknownst to Mia, Light has made her death conditional. If she takes the book, she will die.

She takes the book and dies.

Light, having written his plan out in advance before fleeing L earlier, is saved when he falls into the water below the pier and is rescued by an old man, whose name he wrote in the book earlier. At the same time, another old man (both criminals) takes the Death Note for two days while Light recovers, filling out pages for him to give him an alibi.

This is explained to Light’s father while Light recovers in the hospital. The movie comes to an end as L realizes the meaning of a clue Light left him during the movie’s main chase scene; finding a stray page of the Death Note, L contemplates writing Light’s name… and Ryuk comments on the interesting nature of mankind.

Back to the review, though. The narrative pacing of the movie is rushed in the front half, for obvious reasons. The pacing that ensues around the climax of the movie, though, is great. The reveal that Mia is actually the antagonist of the movie makes sense and was well thought out. It’s not blatant, but it is foreseeable if you pay attention to her character throughout.

The cinematography is… amateur. It’s not very refined, and most shots make up for in color what they lack in substance. The camera work, for the most part, resembles a college student’s final short film.

Characters often abandon the rules established for them by their characterization in the first half of the movie in ways I’m unsure of. L turns into an action star in the last thirty minutes, and Light is… well, he’s annoying all the way through, but he never really gets a solid definition. The only way to sum up his character in the film is “inept,” but it does bring you to mentally treat him like a villain, which is good.

Its ending is vastly different from its source material (as L is alive), but ultimately more satisfying. The problems that plague the movie throughout, though, never really go away.

Despite this, most cast members put on a strong performance at least once in the film, and the movie follows a nice, neat arc. Reveals are carefully done and at multiple points, I was on the edge of my seat. Gorey action scenes (usually gratuitous deaths) aren’t cheap; they reinforce the notion that what Light is doing is wrong, even if he’s doing it for the right reasons. At no point do I sympathize with the character, which is a little frustrating, but also familiar.

The soundtrack… I don’t like it. It’s too “eighties” for me. It tries too hard to sound like Miami Vice, for unknown reasons. The music is too heavy handed, and often too easily applied to each scene. At no point am I left to wonder the nonexistent subtleties of its soundtrack.

This movie is a solid thriller, with a satisfying ending, a decent cast and a good narrative arc. Despite this, Death Note (2017) does not follow well with its source material, which it uses primarily as a guideline. If you’re expecting to see familiar faces from the manga (or even the anime), you will be disappointed.

Lakeith Stanfield kills it, though. 

Overtime (m)

@lilacxsehun requested: Jungkook/Reader inspired by the lyrics “He says I know what I want and I want it now I want you cause I’m Mr. Vain” in which Jungkook is the CEO of a big company you work for. 
Pairing: Jungkook | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Smut; CEO/Boss AU 
Word Count: 12,037
Author’s Note: I’ve always wanted to try my hand at a CEO AU so I was very excited to get this request. As I was writing this, I wasn’t entirely sure if Jungkook’s position should constitute him more as a CEO or a boss but eh, ignore the technicalities.

Summary: In which an awkward first encounter with your new boss gives Jeon Jungkook all the more reason to make your job an interesting experience.

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To say you are late would be a complete and utter, tragic and ill-fitting, understatement. By the time you were supposed to be here at the building, you had just finished adding the last minute touches to your hair with the straightener, and by the time you were supposed to be doing that you needed to finish your makeup and by the time that was happening—!

Well, you get the idea.

Point is, you are running incredibly behind on your schedule—as if life just wanted to prove a point that no matter how much it seemed you could stitch your life together by managing to land an interview for a company actually relevant to your degree, something always had to go wrong. It just so happens that the bad day you constantly worried about just had to occur today. On the day of your interview.

You think it might be enough to get you to scream. First, the power just had to cut off the night before, disarming your alarm clock and resetting all the previous settings so instead of just beeping at some abnormal time it just didn’t ring at all. Given that you had also forgotten to plug your phone in for charging the night before as well, there was no way that could have been any source of an alternative method for waking up. All of that led up to the simple fact regarding the issue that you have a very difficult time waking up in the morning even with an alarm, so having none only elevated that struggle, bursting out of bed after frantically wondering about the time, and attempting to compress an hour’s worth of preparation into 5 minutes.

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Cradled In Love

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Words: 2217

Warnings: “Angst to fluff to smut”. NSFW gifs (you know me by now!!)

Anon asked “I’m on vacation with my so called family which is breaking apart at the moment and um it’s really hard to be here with them and I can’t really enjoy this vacay so is there a possibility if you could write a tom holland one shot to cheer me up maybe with angst and fluff and smut and beautiful words of yours.. I don’t want to be here with these people and I want to cry every second of the day.”

A/N: So this is my first non-Bucky/Sebastian fic. It’s special because the anon who asked is having a super bad day…I know how it gets when family is a bitch to deal with (trust me all my extended family are a bunch of assholes!!!!) Anyway, here you go and I hope I did him justice. SENDING HUGS AND KISSES YOUR WAY LOVELY PERSON.

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The “Just the thought of Team Cap walking all over Tony makes me want to trash my room, I just want unashamed, biased, pro-Tony quality content, is that too much to ask??” inspired ficlet I’ve been holding back for a while:

Bitterness ahead, guys. Not Team Cap friendly. Nor is it particularly deep or rational. I just wanted to get a couple of thoughts out of my head. Basically Tony is done being the team’s sugar daddy, only it comes to light in a very roundabout way. 


“When are my arrows gonna be fixed anyways?” Clint grumbles, rubs a hand over his sore shoulder. The one that wouldn’t have gotten injured, had his shot hit the target it was supposed to. Which it should have, his aim had been fine. The problem were the arrows. Someone must have screwed up somewhere in the production because they weren’t perfectly balanced.

They’re sitting in the conference room at the (mostly) restored compound. Tony is tapping away on his StarkPad, not even bothering to look up. He must have felt the questioning glances and noticed the silence, but he still doesn’t react.

Steve resists the urge to roll his eyes. He doesn’t want to encourage the tension between them, things are bad enough as it is. If only Tony would put in some effort as well, instead of going out of his way to antagonise them, maybe they could make some actual progress.

“Yo, Stark!” Clint snaps, voice reaching that biting sharpness he reserves specially for the billionaire. “I’m talking to you!”

Tony shows no outward reaction, which is strange to see. Back when they first came back, he used to move at all times, sharp and erratic, never staying still. Steve shakes his head at their unnecessary power play.

Tony answers before he has the chance to reprimand them though. “How would I know?” he asks, a brief frown flittering across his face as he scribbles something down onto the tablet.

The outraged look on Clint’s face tells everyone present that this meeting won’t get back on track any time soon. It’s understandable, really. Clint has been forced to fight three battles with faulty equipment and frankly, the lack of concern Tony is showing for his team mates’ safety is nothing short of callous. Steve knows things haven’t been good between them but this is the first time he wonders if things could really be so bad, that Tony would hold necessary equipment back on purpose.

It’s a terrible thought, but try as he might, Steve isn’t able to shake it off.

At least the rising tension finally causes Tony to look up and meet Clint’s glare. He’s wearing sunglasses even though they’re inside, like he always does. Steve doesn’t like it. Makes it harder to read Tony, to tell what he’s really thinking. Absently, he admits that this is probably why Tony wears them so religiously.

“What do you mean ‘how would you know’?!” Clint snarls, enraged. “My arrows have been acting up for weeks and you still don’t know how to fix it?!”

Tony stares at Clint, the expression on his face unreadable. Then, after a long, long moment of heavy silence, the answer.

“I’m not fixing your equipment.”

For a moment, it’s deadly quiet, as Steve struggles to process the meaning of what Tony has just said.

“Tony,” Steve hastily inserts himself as soon as he finds his voice again, before Clint can throw himself across the room and deck him, “I know there are still some issues we all have to work through, but that’s not an excuse to-”

“Hold it right there, Rogers,” Tony interrupts. It’s never Cap, always Rogers these days. The pain the distinction causes still catches Steve by surprise more often than not. “I’m not sure where you get this from but I’m not your mechanic. I don’t work for you. So if Barton here has an issue with his weapons, he needs to take it up with the people in charge. Considering how often you remind me that it’s not me, you’d think you’d have figured that part out already.”

“But it’s not working!”

Tony sighs. The deep, heavy sort of sigh you usually expect from an exhausted parent after their insistent child asks, “Are we there yet?” for the 34th time. “Then take it up with the quartermaster. Or Agent Hudson. Or one of the techies. Seriously, Barton, you signed the Revision. Who’s responsible for what is right in there, section 12 to 17. Besides-” he pauses.

“What are you waiting for? Go on!” Clint demands between gritted teeth, hands curled into tight fists. Thankfully, he’s not throwing anything. Yet. “Don’t get shy with me now!”

Tony straightens in his seat. Steve inwardly sighs. That man has never been able to let a challenge go unanswered.

Besides,” Tony continues, voice still surprisingly even, “chances are they’re working just fine.”

“You think I can’t tell when my bow isn’t fucking working the way it should?” Clint bristles.

The words actually cause Tony to lower his sunglasses for a moment, just to make sure there is no doubt about how stupid he believes Clint to be. “I’m saying you’re operating with a standard bow, Barton. The fabric and the construction limit the performance quality. Something I’m sure an experienced archer like yourself has picked up on.”

And yes, things are definitely getting ugly. That level of glacial cold in Tony’s voice is rarely achieved, even now.

“The why the fuck did you build a subpar bow?”

Tony sighs again. “You’re missing the point. Seriously, I can not believe we’re even having this conversation. I did not build that bow, Barton.”

And that’s–that’s a surprise.

Tony’s gaze trails over them all, taking in their confused, shocked expressions. “Really?” he asks, exasperation dripping from every syllable. “Did any of you even read the Revision? The Avengers’ are an official unit. Their weapons and uniforms can’t be provided by a private party, especially not one who is part of the team. Have you ever heard the term conflict of interest?”

“What about Stark Industries?” Natasha asks. From the furrow in her brows though, Steve suspects she already knows the answer–and doesn’t like it one bit.

“I’m not sure if you noticed,” and now there’s no mistaking the mocking in Tony’s tone, “but SI doesn’t sell weapons anymore. It was kind of a big thing, couple of years back.”

“But- But yours are better!” Clint splutters. It sounds plaintive and weak, even in Steve’s ears, but at the same time he knows what Clint’s struggling to say. It’s not about getting your toys taken away. It’s about their safety and efficiency in the field. On bad days, it’s about the survival of their entire planet.

“I can’t believe you would risk the teams’ lives and safety like this because of a petty argument,” Steve says, unable to keep quiet any longer, nor bothering to hide the honest disappointment.

Tony, unimpressed as always, simply snorts. “You’re an official unit, but before that you’ve been working for SHIELD for years. Did you ever have the very best equipment mankind was capable of providing at the time? No,” he answers his own question in a breeze, “you didn’t. Why? Because you’re agents, soldiers. And sure, the government wants to protect us, wants to keep us alive and make sure our missions succeed. But they have limited funding, which means everyone has to deal with the best cost-efficient option available. If you’ve got the right connections to get something more, then lucky you, but that makes you an exception, not a rule.”

“You don’t need to explain real life to me!” Clint snaps aggravated.

“Then why do you feel entitled to something better?” That question, sharp and cutting, makes the archer still, his mouth open but with no retort forthcoming. Tony is blinking at him now, head tilted sideways in child-like curiosity.

“Of course, if I, as a private citizen, decided to build something that doesn’t violate any laws and give it to a friend as a gift, that would be something else, wouldn’t it?” Tony continues after a moment, voice softer now, but no less cutting. His eyes are fixated on Clint, sunglasses pushed back, eyes dark and unmoved. “The average update would take me what, a week or two? That’s a lot of time to invest into a single project, especially when the ultimate use is so limited. How many people can possibly profit from improved protective vest versus how many people improve from an exploding arrow is a really fascinating comparison to make.”

“So you see, Barton, even if I could improve your bow, there’s no logical reason why I should waste my time like this.”

“Tony!” Steve interrupts, scandalised. “Clint’s life depend on his aim! Our lives depend on it! How can you justify not providing him with the most basic necessities.”

Tony doesn’t even try and look abashed, instead he throws his head back and laughs. “This is how you want to play it, Rogers? Because I’m rich and a genius, I owe it to you to devote my time, attention and money to bettering your lives? What about the seven billion other people on this world? Don’t they deserve the same consideration, hm? What makes you so special that I should put your needs before anything else?”

Steve opens his mouth, but Tony doesn’t give him a chance to speak.

“I tell you what this is: this is you realising I’m no longer spoiling you rotten because you are in fact not my kids and I can cut you off whenever the fuck I want. And you don’t like it. Because guess what, I may be privileged, but so are you! You’re heroes, most of the time, as far as the world is concerned. You’ve been living off my money and resources on top of that. You’ve always gotten special treatment and you like that. You’re as far detached from the ‘ordinary man on the street’ as I am, you just don’t have the self-awareness to fucking notice!”

Tony sends them a sardonic smile that does in no way take the sting out of his words. “Don’t worry,” he says, “you’ll still be special. It’s just no longer my name footing that bill. Because we’re not friends. And as a business man, I’m not at all sorry to tell you that you simply aren’t worth investing into.”

And with that he stands, all blinding press smile, sweeps around dramatically, and strides purposefully out of the room. The automatic door closes noiselessly behind him, but he might have as well slammed it shut for all the difference it would’ve made.

It’s likely not a coincidence, that on their next mission Spiderman, Vision and Miss Marvel all showcase new, incredibly features and weapons that can’t have been created by anyone else. And it’s impossible to know for sure, what with the mask on, but Steve is one hundred per cent certain that Spiderman is smirking at them.

He is not wrong.


Let me know what you think? And please excuse any mistakes, I’ll re-read this tomorrow. Also this is the last post for today. I’m tiredtiredtired now and think I’ve spread enough bitterness for the day. And spammed your dashes with enough endless posts probably…oops.

anonymous asked:

phil’s been grumpy & having an attitude all day so dan wears really pretty short black lacy rompers that shows his bum perfectly and phil is drooling but dan walks around and is all “nah don’t touch me” and teases but never gives in until phil just looses it and rips it off of him and fucks him on the nearest surface until he couldn’t walk the next morning

I’m so sorry this took so long but it’s done! These are the pair I wrote him in, if you’re interested. Also I threw in some dirty talk for good luck.

Phil’s been in a mood all morning and frankly, Dan’s over it. He could tell it was going to be one of these seasonal Grumpy Phil days from the moment the older boy woke up. Dan was already down in the kitchen making his first of many coffees when Phil came padding down the stairs, looking like a hurricane had taken him during the night; black hair mussed up in a sort-of quiff, glasses askew, and a face like thunder. Dan’s greatest fear was confirmed when he had handed Phil his mug of coffee and hadn’t received his usual kiss of thanks, but instead a vague grunt. He’d then just shuffled into the lounge and collapsed onto the couch, and when Dan asked if he wanted to watch the new Attack on Titan episode he’d just grumbled a ‘sure, whatever’.

It’s not that Phil is particularly nasty when he’s in these moods – not like Dan, who can make you cry with one look when he’s shitty – but he’s just no fun. He just sulks quietly to himself for a day or so before bouncing back to his energetic self as if nothing happened. Admittedly, Dan thought it was horrifically cute the first few times it happened, cooing over Phil’s jutted bottom lip and furrowed eyebrows. But they’ve been together near on eight years now and Dan still hasn’t figured out what puts Phil in this mood or how to get him out of it, and that’s probably the most frustrating part of it all.

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To Build A Home - Chapter 1

This is my first ever (Human AU) Sanders Sides fic, and to be honest, I’m kind of terrified about posting it but the lovely @toxicsanders and @tinysidestrashcaptain convinced me to give it a shot so I hope you enjoy it :)


Warnings: Mentions of past child abuse, insecure thoughts, no more I can think of for this particular chapter but if you want me to add any then let me know!

Pairings: Logan/Patton (Logicality)

Summary: There was a long silence as Virgil processed the words, his eyes darting between the pair of them. “Y-You-” he swallowed heavily. “You want to adopt me?”

This was a joke. Surely, it was a joke. Nobody ever wanted him. Nobody had ever shown the slightest bit of interest in adopting him. ”

Virgil never believed he was good enough for a loving family until the day that Patton and Logan walked into the orphanage.


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“Today’s the day.”

“I have a good feeling about this one!”

“It’s going to happen.”

Virgil tried to ignore the excited voices of the other children as he silently ate his breakfast. He didn’t want to think about what was going to happen later that day. He knew what was going to happen, but he wanted to pretend that it wasn’t. What he really wanted to do was crawl back into his bed and sleep the entire afternoon away, but he couldn’t do that. He had to help tidy up and then make himself look presentable because that very afternoon they would have visitors. They would be meeting the people that could potentially become their new families.

Virgil had been in the orphanage for almost a year. He had been through many of these interviews before, and he had been passed up every single time. Nobody wanted him, nobody liked him. He was too quiet, too awkward, too shy, too anxious, too much of this and not enough of that. Virgil had heard every reason and every possible excuse, and though he didn’t blame those people for not wanting to adopt him, it didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt him. Also, it was a known fact that the older you got, the less likely you were to be adopted and with Virgil just having celebrated his ninth birthday, his chances of adoption were getting slimmer.

He tried -and failed- to cast all these negative thoughts aside as he pushed away his half eaten plate of food.

“Are you sure you’ve had enough to eat, Virgil?” the matron Diane asked, observing him with a frown. Virgil nodded and she sighed. “Very well. Head upstairs and get ready. Today could be your lucky day.”

Virgil doubted that but he wasn’t going to give up a chance to stand up and scurry from the room.



It was an interesting interviewing method that this orphanage had. Instead of having each child meet the potential parents individually, they were all encouraged to go and play in the enormous living-room. That way the possible new families could get to know the orphans in a comfortable and familiar environment.

While most of the kids were loud and willing to play, Virgil immediately sat himself down in the corner of the room, grabbing the nearest book he could find, and holding it in front of his face. He wasn’t actually reading it but by doing this, he could see what was going on around him.

It didn’t take long before the room was filled with people and noise, two things Virgil wasn’t entirely fond of. He kept to himself, content to watch the many adults interacting with his fellow orphans. When, after a few minutes, nobody had approached him, he felt himself relax just a little and he lowered his book.

Big mistake.

Instantly a man noticed him, and within seconds was making his way over. Virgil panicked. Sure, the man looked kind but that could all be an act? Should he get up and flee? Should he stay where he was? Virgil was still undecided on what to do when the stranger finally reached him.

“Hi!”

Go away. Go away. Go away.

“H-Hi,” Virgil mumbled, sounding as unfriendly as possible, but that didn’t deter the man.

“What’s your name?”

You don’t want me. Please leave me alone.

“Virgil.”

“Nice to meet you, Virgil,” the man said, smiling so widely that it almost blinded Virgil. “I’m Patton.”

He -Patton- suddenly gasped. “Is that Winnie The Pooh?” He was pointing at the book in Virgil’s hands and Virgil’s shrugged.

“I guess?” Truth be told, he didn’t know.

“I love Winnie The Pooh! Who’s your favourite?” Was this man for real?

“Uh….That one,” Virgil said, gesturing to a random character on his open page.

“I like Eeyore, too,” Patton said cheerfully. “He’s important to their group even if he is a bit sad, sometimes.” There was something about the way that Patton said that which made Virgil wonder if he was talking about more than just the little grey donkey.

“Yeah.”

“Why are you by yourself, Virgil?” Patton enquired.

Why indeed.

Maybe because the other kids don’t like me or want me around. Maybe I’m trying not to ruin their chances of adoption by being my usual annoying self.


“I just want to read,” Virgil lied.

“You remind me of Logan,” Patton said.

“Logan?”

“My husband. I’ll go get him!”

Wait.

“Your husband? What?”

“Yeah! Is-Is that okay?” Patton asked nervously.

“Uh, yeah, I just, why do you need to get him?” Virgil questioned.

“So he can meet you, of course,” Patton laughed before he looked apprehensive again, “if you want to.”

No. No. No.

“I… Sure.” This was not how he thought his day would go.

“Awesome!” Virgil watched as Patton crossed the room to a man who was sitting with two girls at the crafts table. He didn’t understand why Patton was showing such an interest in him. It was probably pity, Virgil decided, Patton had noticed him sitting all on his own and had felt sorry for him so he was just making an effort to be nice. Well, maybe Virgil could talk to them for a couple minutes, then they’d see how weird he was and move on.

Virgil swallowed, hiding behind Winnie The Pooh again as Patton made his way back over, the other man now in tow. He was much more serious looking than Patton, his expression rather annoyed and his shirt was splattered in paint.

“-They threw paint at me, Patton.” Virgil heard the man say as they reached him.

“Yeah, the twins will do that,” Virgil said, catching himself off guard. He didn’t usually speak unless he was spoken to, but there was something about Patton that just made him feel more relaxed.

He glanced up at the two men and Patton beamed. “Logan, this is Virgil,” he said excitedly, and in a stage whisper added, “he likes Winnie the Pooh, too!”

Patton’s partner - Logan?- peered down at Virgil through his glasses, and Virgil found himself blushing under the gaze. He wasn’t accustom to so much attention.

“Hello.”

“Salutations,” Logan replied. “Virgil, is it? Like the Roman poet?”

“The Roman poet?” Virgil replied curiously.

“Yes,” Logan nodded, “his most notable work was his last poem Aeneid where he…” Logan trailed off, his cheeks turning pink. “Never mind, you’re probably not interested.” He had learned long ago that the majority of people tended not to listen when he went off into tangents.

“No,” Virgil said quickly, “I am! I like poetry.”

“You do?” Logan asked, and somehow Patton’s smile became wider. The pair sat on the floor in front of Virgil who put aside his book to give them his full attention.

“Yeah, it’s always the best when the matron reads it to us during reading time,” Virgil said, “but she doesn’t do it much. The other kids know that I like it so they always ask her to read something else, instead.”

“Why would they do that?” Patton asked.

“Because they don’t really like me,” Virgil admitted, “hardly anybody does,” he mumbled to himself but they heard him anyway.

“Aw, kiddo,” Patton said sadly. “How could anybody not like you?”

Virgil shrugged, feeling overwhelmed again, and he returned to his book knowing that they’d get bored of him very shortly and go to greet some of the other children.

In actual fact, Logan and Patton were having a silent conversation over top of the boy’s head.

Logan knew where Patton stood, Patton loved the kid already -that was who he was- and his heart was broken over just how flat Virgil sounded. No child should be made to believe that nobody cared for them.

As for Logan, he was a tiny bit more hesitant. He liked Virgil, there was something about him that reminded Logan of his own childhood. He had been dubbed as the nerdy loser during his school years, completely without friends until Patton had come along. Patton had shown him what it was like to have somebody that truly cared for you, he had accepted him as he was, and if any of the kids here deserved that kind of love, it was Virgil.

With a small jerk of Logan’s head, Patton knew he had his answer and he almost couldn’t contain his squeal.

“Hey, Virgil?” Patton began, shaking Virgil’s shoulder slightly when the boy didn’t respond. “Kiddo?”

This time, Virgil did drop his book and jumped back from Patton. “Huh? What?” he cried and then turned red when he saw them. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he said nervously. “I thought you had enough of me.”  

“Not at all,” Patton insisted. “We actually want to ask you-”

“Who the best kids are?” Virgil questioned. “Well, I guess Jesse would be okay, he’s over by the craft table.”

“Virgil-”

“Or if you want someone who plays sports then I would say-”

“Virgil.” Patton said firmly, and Virgil’s mouth snapped shut.

“Sorry,” he said softly.

“No trouble, kiddo,” Patton smiled. “We want to know if you would like to become a part of our family.”

There was a long silence as Virgil processed the words, his eyes darting between the pair of them. “Y-You-” he swallowed heavily. “You want to adopt me?”

This was a joke. Surely, it was a joke. Nobody ever wanted him. Nobody had ever shown the slightest bit of interest in adopting him.

“Yes.”

Okay, not a joke.

“Why?” Virgil asked suspiciously.

“Why not?” Logan asked.

“Because…Because…”

Because I’m bad.

Because nobody could ever love me.

How could they?

“Kiddo?”

Virgil pushed down the thoughts in his head and whispered, “because nobody wants me.”

“We do,” Patton said firmly as Logan nodded. “We think you’re a pretty great kid and we’d love to have you with us.”

“But there’s no pressure,” Logan added. “If you don’t want to then that’s okay.”

“No!” Virgil cried, startling both of them. “I do. I would like that.”

Virgil’s outburst had shocked even himself because he never usually admitted things like this but it was possible that they would be his only chance at a proper family, and if he was being truthful, he liked them. He didn’t know what it was but something about this couple made Virgil feel safer, something he had never known before.

“Okay,” Logan said. “Then let’s go sign some paperwork.”


“You want to adopt Virgil?” Diane asked for the tenth time since Logan and Patton had approached her in her office.

“Yes,” Logan replied, “why is that so hard for you to comprehend?”

“Logan!” Patton said through gritted teeth but Diane only smiled.

“I’m sorry, I must admit that I’m a little surprised is all,” she frowned. “Not many people have ever made a connection with Virgil.”

Patton’s expression turned sad. “Why not? He seems like a good kid!”

“Oh, he is,” Diane nodded but then sighed, “it’s just…Well, Virgil didn’t have an easy childhood.”

“One would assume so,” Logan mused. “Why else would he be in an orphanage?”

“Logan!”

“His birth parents are currently in prison,” Diane went on as if there’d be no interruption. “They were very abusive towards Virgil. Look,” she sat forward in her chair, folding her arms over her desk, “I’m going to be completely honest with you. Virgil is different to the other children here, most of them are only here because their parents died when they were very young. Virgil has a lot of issues, and he needs much more attention.”

“I’m going to stop you for a second,” Logan said, holding up his hand. “Are you trying to put us off adopting him?”

“No!” Diane said. “No, of course not. Like I said, he’s a good kid, I just want you to know what you’re getting into. Virgil-”

“Deserves a chance,” Patton put in. “He deserves to have the same experience as all the kids here, a loving family. We can provide that for him, we will provide that for him.”

“That is why we decided to do this,” Logan added. “We agreed that when we took on a child, we’d keep them safe, and we will.”

Diane leaned back, her eyes scanning both their faces intestenly before she seemed satisfied with their responses. “I used to worry about Virgil, you know,” she said quietly, “that he’d never find a family good enough for him. It looks like I was right,” she laughed at their offended expressions.

“But-”

“I was right,” she repeated, “because in the end, the best possible family found him instead.”



Even though they had adopted him, there was still a couple of weeks where the paperwork would need to be finalised before it could be official so Virgil was required to stay in the orphanage until then.

The other children were shocked that Virgil had been adopted, truthfully so was he, and they had made it their mission to make his last few weeks in there as uncomfortable as possible. Everyday they fed into his secret fears, telling him that it was all a joke and he didn’t really have a new family. Virgil believed they were right, it just didn’t make sense, he had never been considered for adoption before so why would he be now? Virgil tried to act nonchalant about it, pretending it didn’t bother him whether the couple returned or not, and it worked for the most part. On the day they were due to take him home, however, Virgil wasn’t fooling anybody. He spent the morning packing his very few items into a suitcase then running back and forth from his shared bedroom to the window in the front entrance.

“They’re not coming for for you, you know?” the eldest child Bobby said. “Really, who would want you ?”

Virgil didn’t reply. He was trying his best to ignore them and the nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach but as the morning turned to afternoon, and the afternoon light faded into evening, he had given up hope.

“Told you.”

“Shut up,” Virgil mumbled as the other kids snickered. He turned away from the window and dejectly started towards his room when Diane poked her head around the corner.

“Virgil, there you are,” the matron smiled. “I’ve been calling for the last five minutes. Are you ready?”

“W-What do you mean?” Virgil stammered, his brow creasing in confusion.

“Did you think they weren’t coming?” Diane questioned, her tone sympathetic. “They were just a little late, that’s all. There was plenty of traffic on the roads today.”

“Oh,” Virgil felt his cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“Go on get your things and say goodbye to the other children,” Diane said. “I will be waiting out the front when you’re ready to leave.”

Virgil almost laughed at the absurdity of that statement. He had been ready to leave the orphanage the very day he had stepped foot into it. Diane withdrew from the room and Virgil did the same, running to grab his bag before returning to the other children.

“Well, I guess this is goodbye then,” he said.

“Bye,” Jesse muttered.

“You’ll be back,” Bobby said. “They won’t want to keep you.”

The majority of these kids had been in the orphanage all their lives, and so Virgil knew they didn’t really mean the hurtful things they were saying. They were just upset that someone else had been chosen before them.

“I really hope you all find a family,” Virgil said. There was no malice behind what he said. He meant every word. He did want them all to get parents, no matter how much they had bullied him, they didn’t deserve to feel so abandoned.

“Whatever,” Bobby said. “Get out of here.”

Virgil nodded and headed towards the front door but stopped when he heard a voice speak up, “And Virgil?”

He turned back to Bobby. “Yes?”

“I hope we don’t see you back in this place ever again.”

“I hope so, too,” Virgil replied.


Diane was on the front steps with Logan and Patton when Virgil exited the building. “Hi,” he said shyly as he approached the three adults.

“Hey, kiddo!” Patton beamed, he restrained himself from giving Virgil a hug. “All packed up?”

“Uh, yeah,” Virgil said, holding up his bag.

“I’ll take that, Virgil,” Logan said. “We’ll let you say farewell.”

After taking Virgil’s bag and saying goodbye to Diane, the two men wandered down the stairs to their car and loaded Virgil’s things inside.

Diane turned to Virgil with a smile. “This is it,” she said. “Are you excited?”

“S-Sure,” Virgil replied, refusing to meet her eyes.

“Virgil?” Diane frowned. “What’s wrong?”

Normally getting Virgil to open up could be more difficult than pulling out teeth but perhaps it was the urgency of the situation that made him lift his head and admit what was worrying him.

“What if they send me back?”

Diane’s smile faltered as she placed a hand on Virgil’s shoulder, grateful when he didn’t recoil away from her like he had when he had first arrived into her care. “They wouldn’t do that, Virgil,” she said. “They can’t just do that.”

“But what if they do?” Virgil insisted. “What if they don’t like me? Or what if….what if they’re like my parents?”

Diane sighed, bending down to his level. “I know you don’t believe this,” she said, “but you are a very likeable kid. Patton and Logan already think you’re great, I’m quite positive that Patton decided on you the minute he met you so they won’t just want to send you back. As for them being like your parents, I can assure you that there is no way we would send you to anyone that isn’t going to love and care for you the way you deserve.”

“Okay,” Virgil mumbled, still unconvinced.

“Listen to me,” Diane said. “I want you to remember something.”

“What?”

“It’s okay to feel nervous,” she said. “In fact, it’s normal. You’re going into a new environment, you’re worried and that is okay, but I swear that you’re safe. Patton and Logan are your guardians now, and it’s their job to protect you and we’ve made sure that’s exactly what they’ll do. So don’t be afraid to ask for help if you ever need it.”

“I’m scared,” Virgil said.

“I would be amazed if you weren’t,” Diane said.

When she held out her arms for a hug, Virgil hesitated for only a moment before he responded, wrapping his arms around her neck. “Thank you,” he said, “for everything.”

There were no words to truly show his appreciation for the first adult that had ever shown him any sort of love.

“You take care, Virgil,” she said once they pulled away from each other. “Good luck, not that you will need it. You’re going to be fine.”

A tiny jerk of Virgil’s head was the only indication he had taken in anything she had said and with a final wave, he trailed down to the car.

“All set?” Patton asked him.

“Yes.”

“Then hop in.”

Virgil climbed into the backseat of the car, turning to take one last glance at the building that had been his home for the past few months. “Belt on, kiddio,” Patton commented as Logan started the car and pulled away from the curb.

Virgil clipped his seatbelt into place, watching as Diane and the orphanage got smaller the further they drove. “What do I call you?” he asked, finally tearing his gaze away and facing forward. “Do I have to call you Dad or-?” he faded off into silence.

Logan glanced at him in the rearview mirror. “Whatever makes you the most comfortable, Virgil,” he answered. “You can call us that, or you can just call us Logan and Patton. There’s no pressure.”

“Okay,” Virgil let out a small sigh of relief. “Cool,” he said, sinking back against the seat when another thought occurred to him. “Hey, what’s your last name?” he enquired. “I mean, it’s mine now, too so I just wondered what it is. That is, if you want me to have it, but i suppose you would if you’ve adopted me-”

“It’s Sanders,” Patton cut over Virgil’s rambling with a chuckle. “Our - Your surname is Sanders.”

“Oh,” Virgil replied.

Huh.

“Oh?” Logan questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Patton turned around to face Virgil. “What do you think, kiddo?”

“Not bad,” Virgil admitted, “I like it.”  He gave Patton a tiny smile which was immediately returned.

“Good,” Patton said and Virgil saw Logan reach over and squeeze his husband’s hand for a minute.

Virgil felt his smile grow wider as he took to staring out the window, watching the world go by.

Virgil Sanders.

He could get used to that.

Breeding Time.

Hi guys! It’s Raphaëlle talking! Hope you were good to Santa this year. But in all honestly, I preferred you when you’re naughty ;)

Submission of Thunder-Banger 

Disclaimer: Smut. Breeding kink. Daddy kink. Swearing. If you are a prude, you’ll may want to scratch your eyes out.

Words : 2537

MasterList.

Imagine, you just got out of Belle Rêve and he wants to put a baby up your belly. 

 *** 

It was 00h37 when you arrived at J’s house. Tiredness was dripping from all the pores of your skin. Escaping Belle Rêve was harder than you thought it would be. At some point you even stop believing it was possible. Guards were surrounding you from everywhere, Mr J’s men were all getting killed. 

At some point, it was sure in your head that you were going back into your cage tonight, an helicopter came out of nowhere and drop you a rope. Holding you firmly by your waist, J hoisted the both of you up to safety, bullets charging at you from everywhere. 

 The helicopter drop you off when you were in a safe perimeter. A car was waiting for you. You climbed in it while J killed the pilot. You were happy to see that he thought of bringing you clothes to changes. You went in the backseat so you had more place to change before going back in the front. You pulled down the window and pitched the orange uniform as hard as you could.

 It took 15 hours of driving before arriving at J’s house. 15 hours of driving in pure silence. He wasn’t saying a word, you weren’t either.

 When the Rover pulled up the entry of the mansion, the sun was beginning to go down, J told you to not wait for him, that he’ll be back later in the night. You didn’t ask any questions, you didn’t have the force to, and even if you had your brain wouldn’t have registered his answer. 

 You climbed off the vehicle, and went directly inside, to your room, more precisely, while you heard him putting the car on reverse and leaving the manor. Getting out of your stained blood clothes, you slipped yourself under the cover of the bed you share with J. 

 The smooth mattress under you felt so good after the year you passed slipping on the floor that you can’t help yourself: as soon as your head touch the pillow, you fell asleep. 

 *** 

 You were put out of your sleep, maybe some hours later, you didn’t know, by a sticky and hot substance that was running down your cheeks. You were laying down on your side by the window, so the sticky stuff was going all over your lips. 

 Still light-headed and not really sure of what was happening, you just ran your tongue over your lips. When the viscous substance touched your taste buds, you knew exactly what it was. You opened your eyes immediately and raised yourself up. You turn yourself on the left side and come face to face with J, who had is hard-purplish meat in between is hand. 

 Cum

 His torso was raising up and down in a fast speed, his eyes closed and a little smile tucking his lips softly. His boxer were only down at the middle of his thighs. Humidity was starting to make its way into your panties, but you shook your head, furious. 

 “What the fuck J!” 

 When your voice reach is ears, his blue eyes finally come into sight. 

 “What? I had blue balls for almost a year, I needed little relief.” 

 “But were you really obligated to cum on my motherfucking cheek?! I was finally having a good damn night of sleep!” You said, rage spilling out of you. 

 “I jacked off so often to your pictures that they are all ruined now.” 

 “Oh please, you’re worse than a fucking teenager.” 

 “Don’t speak like that to me. You never complained before.” 

 “J, I just spend 9 fucking months in jail sleeping on the goddamn floor. Is it too hard to ask from you to just leave me alone for one goddamn night? Just cum into your fucking pillow.” 

 Suddenly, your cheeks were caught in his right hand, putting your mouth awkwardly forward. His eyes were getting cloudy with anger. He was slowly gritting his teeth, the metal of it making a sound that gave you goosebumps all over. 

 “Listen to me you little brat. You are not allowed to speak to me on that tone. You are not allowed tell what to do with my fucking dick. If I want to mark you like a fucking dog who mark a tree by pissing on it, I’ll fucking do it. Do you understand?” He was so calm compared to his eyes, it was scary. You didn’t want to answer. 

 “ANSWER!” He screamed. 

 “Y-yes, J.” 

 “J? Wow, they really had fun with you in there, hey? So much you forget who I was. I should give you a spanking for that. But I’ll give you one more chance. Yes-who?

 You didn’t want a spanking. At least, not tonight. 

 “Yes, Daddy.” 

 He gave you a smile. You gave him one in return.

 “Good girl. Now undress and get on your hands and knees.” 

 You smile slowly faded to an uncertain look. 

 “What, but Daddy I did everything you asked!” 

 He gave you a malicious smile. He just win a hiding game he had been playing. 

 Knowing that if you didn’t do it, the consequences would’ve been worse, you did what you were told. Getting out of bed, the coldest of the room came rushing at you, making the hair of your arms raising. Your back was facing him so you couldn’t see the expression on his perfect face when you pull up your shirt, revealing your braless torso. You began to slowly slide down your burgundy velour short along with your lilac laced panties. 

 You turned on your heels, coming face to face with Mr. J, whose eyes was eating you alive. You could see the lust in them, the desire to swallow you in one shot. His cock had already took a deep red color and was able to support itself by its own. 

 Some liquid was already showing at the tip and you couldn’t help yourself at the sight: you squeezed your thighs to get some friction. Its only when you did that that you realised how wet you were. You could feel it running shamelessly down your legs. A deep shade of pink appeared and colored all of your face. You hided yourself behind your (h\c) hair. 

 “Don’t be shy baby. You weren’t before you left.” 

 You stay still. 

 “What? You became a prude in there? Your baby hole got closed up? You sucked a dick to deep you busted your vocal cords?” 

 You bite your lips at his obscene words. 

 “You like that? You like thinking about another’s dick deep in your throat? Hum? You like that little slut?” 

 “I-I only like your cock, Daddy.” You affirmed. 

He show you his metal teeth. 

 “Good girl. Now on the bed. It’s time for your punishment.” 

 Without missing a beat, you go on the bed, on your hands and knees, putting your ass facing him and a little bit higher than the rest of your body, to make it seems more enticing. You can feel the bed moving under you and you know exactly that J is moving to try to get the best angle for your spanking. 

 His rough hands are suddenly touching the bare skin of you ass. A good goosebumps make all of the hair on your body raised up in excitement. You could feel the coldness of his golden bracelets travel behind his hands. 

 “You know why I am punishing you babygirl?” He ask, the roughness of his voice showing up. 

 “Because I have been a bad girl to my Daddy.” 

 “You are right baby. That little mouth of yours put you in trouble. I thought I educated you better than that.” 

 “I’m sorry Daddy…” 

 “Being sorry won’t save you baby girl.” 

 Then come the first slap. It sound echoed in the room along with my hiss. He messaged it for a while before hitting the same spot even harder. The same pattern kept going for a while: hit, massage, hit harder, hit, massage, hit harder… You were a moaning mess at the end, and you couldn’t feel your ass.

 “You can’t imagine how much I love the sight of your ass all red and ready.

 You can feel his fingers sliding down carefully towards your wet folds. You moaned when you felt his big finger splitting your lips apart to give him a better look. 

 “That’s it baby, make your little pussy cry me a river.” He said while putting a finger inside of you. 

 You could feel your walls trying to suck it in, recognising it right of the bat. Your pussy was squeezing his finger so hard that when he tried to retract it, a sound of suction could be heard. It’s like if your pussy didn’t to be left without him. 

 Of course you were used to getting something in it every day. Before getting your ass into Belle Rêve, you always had his daddy stick up your tight cunt. 

My, my, my baby, you’re so fucking tight it almost hurt!” 

 Another finger was added to the equation. You bite the sheets under you, muffling the sounds of your moans at the same time. Your daddy’s fingers were hammering inside of you. And you could hear the sound of slapping flesh all around you. 

 Suddenly, you were on your belly, face to face with him. His fingers were shot down your throat without warning, making you chocked over the surprise. You started to swirl your tongue around, the taste of your juice all over your mouth. Soon enough, his fingers were replaced by his tongue. Your wet muscle was dancing with his for a couple minutes, spit falling down of your mouth at how sloppy the kiss was. 

 "You know what baby? I think I found a better way to show people who you belong to.“ 

 ”What is it daddy?“ You asked, in a baby voice.

 His big blue eyes was on you the all time he was lowering his head so his mouth could be at the level of your ear. His fingers were moving all around your body, pinching your nipples at some point, which made you trembled. 

 ”I’m going to breed that little cunt of yours.“ He whispered. You cried out in ecstasy as your hands grabbed a hold of the covers on your bed as his ginormous cock entered your tight little pink pussy.

 You could hear his moans of pleasure as his dripping cock head pushed against the wet, tight walls of your cunt. 

 ”Fuck yeah, suck daddy’s meat with your tight little cunt. Make me feel good babygirl.“ 

 He started moving slowly inside you, breaking the tight suction of your hole around the thickness of his cock. He started to move faster as your moans begin to be louder and louder, working his cock completely in and out of your little cunt. 

 “Mm… that’s it, little pussy, grab onto my cock. Make me fuck it harder.” 

 J grunted with every thrust into your little pussy. His balls popping against your clit over and over slowly turning your pussy into a lake of wetness. Your moans turned into screams ad you knew that if anybody were to be in the house, they would perfectly heard you. 

 He dug his fingers once more into your hips, pulling you into his hard thrust. He could feel his gut twisting in pleasure inside of him. It was so good, so good. It was making his balls tighten with every stroke. He was about to breed his babygirl. 

 ”Fuck, I can’t wait to put my fucking baby inside you.“ 

 You could feel your muscle started to cramp over the movement of in and out of his meat inside of you. Sweat was dripping all over his face. You lift yourself up to wipe it with your tongue. J moaned at your action. You smiled, proud to make him feel so good. But you were rapidly pull back into the bed by his hand that was now wrapped around your tiny neck. 

 He used his grip as leverage, his cock slapping inside you harder than ever. The smell of your sweet cunt cream scented the air around him and made him go totally insane. He put every muscle he had into pushing as deep as he could into you, to push as far up into your belly as he could get and breed your little hole with his potent seed. 

 ”Oh god, daddy! You’re gonna make me cum with your long, big stick!

 Your pussy clenched down on his dick like a vice, making it close to impossible for him to withdraw. Suction noises was flying in the air as he kept pounding into you. You were still trembling underneath him. 

 You could tell he was close to cum. 

 ”C'mon you little fucking cunt. Milk me. Fuck!“ 

 When his orgasm hit he screamed. It felt like his cock was exploding inside your sucking walls, milking the seed from his swollen balls into waiting womb to breed you. He dived as deeply as he could into you. Again and again he stabbed his meat into you forcing your womb to opened up against the head of his cock. 

 “Fuckkkkk yeah… swallow it… little pussy,” he hunched his cock against your womb with every spurt. 

 “Swallow all of Daddy's… hot seed,” he grunted, shaking as he forced the head tight against your cervix and held it there, letting the last drops leak into your opening. Allowing your womb to suckle on the tip, trying to draw every drop from his potent cock. 

 “God damn… suck it… suck it,” he moaned before finally collapsing on top of you as his softening cock fell out of your pussy with an obscene slurp. 

 Your chest was falling heavily as you tried to regulate your respiration. You gently passed your hand into his green hair, kissing his temple sweetly. He raised his head that was currently burried beside your neck and kissed you slowly. 

 “You took all of Daddy’s big cock, little girl,” he murmured against your lips, pecking it once. 

 “And Daddy is really proud of his babygirl,” he pecked it once again. 

 "Nobody will ever take you away from me now.“ He said, rubbing your belly who will soon be the home of somebody else.

CHAPTER FOUR: HE’S YOUR FRIEND.

PLOT SUMMARY: a multichapter imagine fic where the reader is dustin’s older sibling. follows along directly with the events of season 2. she’s friends with nancy, and drama ensues. over the course of the fic we see how the reader reacts to new challenges and a new romantic interest.  ( inspired by two other imagines that i literally can’t find for the life of me. )

CHAPTER SUMMARY: the reader’s relationship with steve grows and they become closer. 

PAIRING: SLOWBURN Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

WARNING: Swearing, Spoilers, Billy.

CHAPTERS: ONE, TWO, THREE.

WORD COUNT: 1.3K+  

That day you didn’t eat lunch with Nancy and Johnathan. Nancy told you her and Johnathan really needed some time to talk and, you were always someone to give people privacy so – you didn’t ask questions. You decided to keep Steve company. You sat down in the cafeteria with him. Munching on whatever sandwich your mom had shoved in your face that morning. You looked to Steve, struggling to eat his food.

“ What happened? ” You asked.

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