great one shot by the way!

Writing Is Hard

Summary: Dean finds the blog you use to read smutty fan fiction. And of course, he decides he can write a better story about himself. You help.

Warning: Smut, some dirty talk, mutual masturbation, all kinds of fan fiction clichés

Word Count: 4350

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. And thanks to @littlegreenplasticsoldier​ for being a great beta and being generally flawless. Hope you enjoy! XOXO


No. This isn’t happening.

This is one of those moments you’d had weird nightmares about, dreams that left you embarrassed and feeling all icky the next day until you finally convinced yourself that it wasn’t real. And just like those moments, this one will end any second now. You’ll wake up in some motel bed, Dean will be in the next room with Sam, asleep or showering or eating or anything but standing over your laptop with that look on his face.

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My James, Your Bucky (One Shot)

You’ve had it way too sweet and fluffy from me for a while now, so I’m gonna bring you right back to the pit of despair and angst with this one shot.

Something tells me this is something @sebbys-girl would particularly enjoy;)


Summary: You and Bucky live together in Bucharest. One day you come home to find your flat completely trashed.


Word count: 2.3k


Warnings: angst, aggressive behaviour.


Originally posted by blackinjustice


It was shaping out to be a great day – it was still pre-noon and you had an extra spring in your step as you walked through the cobbled streets of Bucharest. The city you fell in love with, it had it all – alleys lined with tall brick townhouses and red roofs, atmospheric cafes and bars, an impressive market square – where you stopped to pick up a box of plums from ‘your guy’. That’s how you wanted to celebrate, with a cheeky nod to how you two first met.

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Locked Out

This prompt was requested from here

Enjoy this cute lil’ thing, which turned out way longer than expected. A little bit of a dominant Harry at the end… I couldn’t help myself. Enjoy!


32. I locked the keys in the car.

This was not how you had planned your day, at all. It had started of great; you had pretty much finished your Christmas shopping for the year and had done it before the crowds hit. But through the whole shopping trip you had a feeling in the pit of your stomach that you had forgotten something. And it became evident what that was when you were walking back to your car, searching through your handbag, all while trying to juggle the many shopping bags.

Your car keys.

You couldn’t seem to get your hands on them as your hand felt around every corner of the bag, all you could find feel were little bits of loose paper and crumbs that got stuck in your nails. When you got to the pavement you put your bags down to have proper search through but they simply were gone.

“Fuck” You uttered it under your breath, and had a quick search around the car hoping you had just dropped them getting out. But once again, you were left disappointed.

No, no, no. You couldn’t have…. Not again.

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It was really hard to pick a couple for my art giveaway (I literally spent hours trying to decide). Ultimately, I decided to draw Jyn and Cassian from Rogue One requested by @adriane-star!

Overall, I got a lot of messages from people requesting characters that would have been really happy together if circumstances hadn’t gotten in the way. I think I was particularly moved by this requests, because the potential of a great love is both tragic and hopeful.

I went with Jyn and Cassian because (well, I loved Rogue One and I hand’t fanart-ed it before) and because I felt like out of all the couples I got requests for, they really really deserved a shot to have a future. 

Thanks to everyone who entered the giveaway! 

Sheith Fic Rec

I figured that I wanted to contribute to the fandom in some way and I read a lot of fics, so why not make a rec list? I included the summary for each fic, plus some commentary from me in italics. I hope the authors don’t mind that I linked them, at least the ones I know of. Thank you so much for contributing to this wonderful ship, it wouldn’t be as great as it is now without you. Feel free to talk to me about sheith anytime, I’d love to make more friends.

One-Shots (Canon-verse)

the whole town’s sleeping by astrainclinant (T) 18k 

Of inevitability and stars.

Alternatively, how Keith and Shiro come together.

Basically what I’d consider a classic Sheith fic, and a must read for any Sheith fan. I will never have the words to describe how I feel when I read this.


the fear of falling by amillionsmiles/ @amillionsmiles (G) 4k

Keith can pull off a downward spiral. It’s the kind of maneuver he does in his sleep.

Keith character study, with implied Sheith. Different attempt at Keith’s backstory.


 ‘til you set fire to my atmosphere by amillionsmiles/ @amillionsmiles (T) 2k 

And it’s like the first punch Keith ever landed on him: quick and glancing, right at the ribs, out of left field and yet simultaneously a long time coming.

Pining Shiro, because Pining Shiro is everything.


the body remembers (what the mind forgets) by ShirosRedKnight (SweetFanfics)/ @shirosredknight (E) 10k

Shiro’s fingers slide up to touch his skin, warm points of contact that make Keith shiver. “It’s just a year,“ Shiro reassures him quietly, "I’ll be back before you know it. It’ll be like the time you were studying to come here.”

His lips twitch up, trying to be supportive but it’s hard. Keith knows its the right thing to do, to be happy for Shiro. But it’s hard when he’s imagining a space without Shiro in it. Loneliness is already creeping up his torso, curling around his heart and lungs and choking the happy pride he feels for Shiro.

He already misses Shiro so terribly.

tldr: Keith and Shiro were together pre-canon but then Shiro went on his mission and came back with no memories of his time with Keith. How does one even begin to deal with the love of your life forgetting you?

That Shiro forgetting Keith and their relationship AU we all need. The feelings in this were A+.

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Change || Jughead Jones ( Part One )

A/N: So I am not very good at writing but I decided to show Jughead some love in this. I think I’m going to make it a series because I was going to make this a oneshot but it ended up being VERY long. I will be making other Riverdale and/or Harry Potter one shots now though seeing as i’ve been having some motivation for once, I hope at least one of you enjoy this! Also I kind of ‘stole’ the way I did my title from @mrs-jughead-jones check her out she’s great and way better than me at writing hA and I kNOW I ENDED THIS CHAPTER POORLY IM SORRY I’LL MAKE THE NEXT ONE BETTER

Next Part: Pt.2

Warnings: Swearing

( Not really in this chapter but ) Words with quotes and italics like ‘this’ are thoughts

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It all happened so suddenly, one day you were all nine year old kids, running around in the playground playing hide-and-seek, no worries in your lives. Then, in the blink of an eye, everyone changed.

 Archie and Jughead had a fallout, Betty became Archie’s number one, and you stayed with Jughead.

Things were extremely rough after Archie left, he had tried to talk to you after everything, but you always snapped and walked away from him. You hated him for how much he hurt Jughead, and even though you felt guilty sometimes when you’d turn him down and walk away, you couldn’t forgive him.

Now you were all in High school, everyone was constantly worried about things. Some about their futures, some about Jason Blossom, and some about friends, you were worrying about all three.

You didn’t really have friends, more like a friend, just one, and it was Jughead. He had been writing about Jason Blossom and on rare occasions decided to ask about your opinion on his writing, or to help him out with some of his other works. 

Obviously you were more than happy to help, always enjoying his work, and his way with words. You walked down the hallways towards your locker, quickly opening it to get your books, when you were interrupted by none other than Jughead himself.

Hearing a cough, you turned to see the familiar smirk he always had when he went to greet you, “why hello, fancy seeing you here” was what came out of his mouth. 

You barely contained a giggle as you replied to him, “well good sir, this is my locker” you said courteously, laughing as he rolled his eyes, “of course, how could I forget?” being his sarcastic response.

You shoved his shoulder as you closed your locker, “Shut up you jerk, how dare you use sarcasm against me” you said, making him once again roll his eyes, but the smirk on his face told you he was, as usual, joking around with you too.

However your lighthearted conversation was brought to an abrupt end as you heard Reggie nearing you with his gang. He laughed as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, “Wow, how is our local freak doing with his freak girlfriend, hm?” he said obnoxiously, tightening his grip on your shoulder.

You shoved his arm off of you as you turned to him, “listen you shithead. Leave us alone, you can shove a stick up your-””-that’s enough (Y/N)” you were cut off by the principle, who gave you a halfhearted glare.

You groaned in annoyance, grabbing Jughead by the sleeve of his jacket and roughly dragging him with you as you walked away to your next class. Jughead looked at you, slightly laughing, but his gaze grew concerned as he realized you were genuinely upset.

He stopped you and turned you towards him, “Hey-hey, are you okay..?” he asked with concern clearly in his voice. You frowned deeply to yourself as you began thinking out loud, “How dare that little shit do that? Who does he think he is!?” you exclaimed, anger clear in your voice.

Jughead put his arm around your shoulder, “Uh, captain of the football team? Obviously?” he said, snickering to himself, stopping abruptly as you glared at him, looking away and sighing after a few seconds, “I’m serious, Juggie..” you mumbled quietly to yourself.

Jughead frowned, “Look, Reggie and his gang of-well gang of whatever they are, are nothing more than your stereotypical jocks with daddy issues. They’re disasters waiting to happen, don’t sweat it” he said casually, turning to you with a serious look on his face.

You shook your head solemnly, “We can complain more later, we have to get to class before we get in any more trouble, you know how my family gets with the ‘family reputation’ and all” you muttered to yourself, making Jughead even more concerned since he fully knew how strict your family could get.

Both of you hurriedly walked into class, since both of you luckily had the same class for this period, quickly rushing to your usual seats as the lesson began. The discussion wasn’t what you were paying attention to, no. 

You were paying more attention to the bad feeling you had been having for the past few days, concerning Jughead when you didn’t respond like you usually did to his whispers trying to get your attention. You stared out the window deep in thought, and spent the class just wondering what was wrong..

Originally posted by stydiaislove

One of the ways Wahlberg and Berg wanted to show proper care and sensitivity to the story of the Boston Marathon bombing was to film in the places the events had actually taken place. That’s great for historical accuracy and everything, but the events we are talking about are people being exploded and shot. Those are not things the people in that area want to relive, even through a film set. So it should come as no surprise that when the neighbors in the exact neighborhood where a deadly shootout had occurred were informed a movie crew was going to fire blanks for several nights straight, they weren’t thrilled. The town manager finally had to shut it down, saying the recreation “wasn’t in the best interest” of the neighborhood.

The 9/11 films United 93 and World Trade Center have been even more controversial. United 93 came out less than five years after the event, meaning emotions were still raw for people who had lost loved ones on that day. The original trailer was so violent and got so many complaints that the AMC theater chain pulled it completely. Family members who saw the film admitted to being emotionally drained. Meanwhile, Oliver Stone’s World Trade Center paid two survivors $200,000 each to be advisors. Understandably, the widows of the men who died rescuing those two guys then accused them of cashing in on the tragedy. Other family members said they approached the production to help and were turned away, meaning the filmmakers weren’t interested in getting additional information that might have helped more accurately flesh out the story if that meant extra people in the line for the craft services table.

There are also times when filmmakers will blatantly make shit up to better suit their narrative. Not all family members of United 93 victims were “lucky” enough to have their loved ones merely exploited for box office money. One German widow had to watch Paul Greengrass cast an actor known for playing Nazis to portray her dead husband as a coward, because hey, every good story needs a villain.

5 Big Problems With Hollywood’s Addiction To ‘Tragedy Porn’

Great View

This is for kstar770 who requested a gibbs imagine with a short s/o

The worst part about being.. Vertically challenged is there is no possible way to get things off high shelves without looking completely ridiculous. High shelves at work were easy. Go find someone who could grab for you. High shelves at the supermarket were harder. Waiting for someone who was tall enough, and didn’t look like they may be a serial killer to pass and asking them for a quick favor. Surprisingly home was the hardest. If no one was there high shelves usually meant climbing chairs that shouldn’t be climbed, or hopping up onto narrow counters and still barely reaching.

Unfortunately for you, some asshole moved the extra sugar packets in the kitchen at work from under the coffee maker, to the top shelf. Above the sink of all places. You stepped into the bullpen looking for Gibbs, or McGee. You’d even settle for Tony at this point if it got you your sugar. Where the hell was everyone?

You sighed and went back into the kitchen, moving your undoctored cup of coffee onto the little wooden table people occasionally ate their lunches at. You reopened the cabinet and stood, staring at the daunting box of packets. With a small sigh you peeked back into the main room to make sure no one was watching you before hopping up on the counter (Which was honestly far too high for no reason).

You moved from sitting on your bum on the counter, gracefully getting into a kneeling position beside the sink and the open cabinet, making sure that your skirt hadn’t hiked up too far. You reached your arm out, and found that because of the sink, your fingers still came up a few inches short. God, you were going to find the person that did this and give them a real piece of your mind…

So you moved over further and leaned again, fingers teasingly close and you hung on to another shelf with your other hand, baring most of your weight there. You heard a whistle from behind you, causing you to jerk slightly, nearly falling into the sink.

“Nice view, (Y/L/N)” DiNozzo joked stand a few feet away, giving you a suggestive eyebrow wiggle when you turned to glare daggers at him. “Not sure if that skirt can be considered work appropria-” He was cut off by a smack to the back of his head as Gibbs walked in, passing Tony with a firm look.

You felt your cheeks really heat up, hand coming off the shelf to try and tug your skirt down in front of your boss and secret boyfriend.

“Gibbs,” You greeted, eyes darting over to DiNozzo momentarily, “Someone moved the sugar.” Once he was close enough and his back was fully to Tony, so he couldn’t see his face, Gibbs gave you a smirk of his own, reaching a hand out and grabbing the sugar, tossing it on the counter before offering his hand to you.

“Come on, off the counter, people put their food there.” He teased, helping you to jump down. You stood trapped between the counter and Gibbs, who hadn’t moved back when you moved down. You felt his breath on your face and glanced over his shoulder at DiNozzo who stood awkwardly for a moment, watching Gibb’s back. “DiNozzo, you can go now.” Gibbs talked, still not moving back. Tony nodded before dashing from the room, sending you one more look as he went.

“Gibbs, what-” You were stopped with his lips briefly pressing against yours.

“Next time, don’t climb on the counter okay?” He mumbled, giving you a fond smile, and you nodded slightly giving him a smile in return, “Feel free to continue at home,” He smirked, giving you another peck, “Because it is a lovely view.”

You groaned rolling your eyes and swatting him away grabbing your sugar and moving to finish your coffee with a laugh. 

“Or you could put the things we use on a shorter shelf.” You offered, lifting the mug to your lips and raising an eyebrow at him. He seemed to ponder it for a moment before grinning and shaking his head. 

“Nope, not nearly as fun.” 

Alone. Part 2. (Tom Holland.)

Requested – Yes. Thank you for the great amount of support for this imagine. I am extremely proud of it. By the way, I always have a huge paragraph in the beginning that is suppose to be deep. It is suppose to be significant but honestly, sometimes I feel stupid.

Prompt – Tom and Harrison come back into your life after the huge fight went down.

Warning – Some asshole Tom.

Words – 2,019.

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Recommended Reading: Richonne Edition Part Six

Here’s another quick list of some Richonne fics to help us cheer up. Enjoy!
(Part 1  here, part 2  here, part 3 here , part 4 here and part 5 here)

An Act of Love  by santiagorocksx3  A thunderstorm and a restless Judith leads Michonne to tell Rick about her most guarded secret: Andre.

And Baby Makes…   by blacklitchick Rick and Michonne discuss the past and the future.

Aural Sex by cakeby_thepound  Rick and Michonne make the most of a night apart. (Richonne one-shot.)

Clear  by leeeel  AU Michonne and long-time boyfriend Mike Anthony both own and manage one of Atlanta’s top Art Gallery.While their business is going great and only getting better, their relationship is faltering. Just how will her new acquaintance with businessman Rick Grimes completely change her world? Michonne, Rick G.

Half WayBy: Amrcncpprhd   Half Way begins sometime after the S5 finale. Rick and Michonne try and come to grips with their feelings for each other. There are some gory parts, a lot of bad language, and sexual content. It’s for adults only! This is a Richonne fic. I do not own The Walking Dead or any of its characters. Enjoy! MA

My Best Friend’s Wedding  by cakebythepound   Michonne and Rick recently ended a seven-year relationship, and now, Glenn and Maggie’s wedding is forcing them back together for the first time since the last time. (Richonne AU.)

The Note By: severelybabykryptonite   AU/High School Richonne. The most popular senior in school takes notice of a sophomore after he reads a note he was NEVER supposed to know existed.

PathwaysBy: TheBaeTide   Rick’s group made it to ASZ, and Rick still ended up with a cut throat attitude, despite not losing as many people along the way. The group still manage to fall into the Saviors clutches, but that might not be a terrible thing for some. AU. Walkers.

The Observers   by  Grimesfan2501   Jealous Rick learns how to mange his jealousy.  Team family gets to weigh in on how he is doing.Rick is Rick. Michonne is life.

Pride  by Midnights-AM-Child  After a depressing split from their partners, Rick and Michonne meet during Pride Week in Atlanta. After the festivities end, their friendship and chemistry remain. They find they are exact what each other needs as their lives change. (AU, if the zombie apocalypse didn’t happen)

Refreshing by: severelybabykryptonite   Michonne is worried about the ASZ and Rick tries to comfort her.

When I see you by: Vegaslover   Rick is attracted to new star volleyball player Michonne and doesn’t know how to approach her. Starts when they are in high AU,non zombie, Richonne story.

Where The Roses Are By: TheBaeTide   Rick and Michonne appear to be two very different teenagers on the surface, but a string of events lead them to recognise each other, developing a better understanding of what they’re coming from and what they’re up against. AU. No walkers. High school. Some LoRick.


The Central American Whintosser is a Fearsome Critter that has a very interesting appearance. The body is like a triangular prism with four legs to each side. It has a great advantage in the land it lives, no matter how the earth moves during quakes, it is able to stay upright. The neck of the beast can swivel as well. However, it is not an easy beast to kill - no matter how often it can be shot at or stabbed. It is reported that there is only one way to kill this Critter: “to poke it into a flume pipe so that all its feet strike the surface, when it Immediately starts to walk in three different directions at once and tears itself apart”.

Lego Life - Finn Bálor Imagine

Finn Bálor writing prompt requested by an anon - 11 Finn Bálor please

Prompt: “You can do some much better”

Word Count: 640

Imagine Finn trying to teach you how to put together a Lego set

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Where Ryan and Gavin are a package deal before the FAHC

They’re a marauding rumour, notorious from coast to coast, the Vagabond and the Golden Boy; names that taste like blood. They drift from place to place in patterns no one else can predict, taking jobs that catch their fancy, leaving ruined bodies in their wake.

The Vagabond is the mercenary, oversized and unforgiving, a masterclass in brutal power. There are people who kill and then there are killers, and the Vagabond has never once implied that he didn’t enjoy his job. His disguise has become an icon, instantly recognised by any in the know, a shorthand imagine for grisly ends. The mere presence of the Vagabond sends a shot of dread into even the most experienced of adversaries, primal fear born from a flawless record, from his relentless drive and unmatched talent, from the way death bares its teeth behind his eyes. Only one has laughed in the face of the mercenary and lived to tell the tale, fondly and at great length.

The Golden Boy is the talker, the charmer, the irrepressible deal maker. He is blinding smiles and quick fingers, pretty knives and prettier lies. Getting into his good graces is a boon of untold fortune, but falling from them is a curse few survive. The Golden Boy’s shine covers a dark streak, an edge of something deeply wicked and always amused coated in false sweetness, in bubbling laughter and fickle affections, in deceptively clean hands. Smarter than he’ll ever let on the Golden Boy is always presented exactly how he means to be, exactly how he needs to be, and no one sees even a flicker of emotion he doesn’t intend. It’s easy to see his name in the visible affinity for precious metals but it’s more than just that; the boy is walking fortune, a well of good luck and perfect timing that never seems to run dry - like everything he touches turns to gold.

It’s an unusual partnership, their differences almost perfectly symmetrical; the shadow and the sun, the apparition and the vision, the reaper and the siren song. Cold apathy and vicious elation; a mask to hide emotion and emotions used as a mask. Alone they’d each be dangerous, together they are an unstoppable force.

Not that people haven’t tried. Not when they’ve made so many enemies, when the bounty on their heads could buy small countries and they serve no one but themselves. And each other. Their only perceivable failing, that inexplicable devotion, adoration between monsters. It’s not hard to spot, the ineffable way they’re linked together, a fond affection beyond any business-only partnership. It’s visible in the handles of Ryan’s knives, elaborately gilded in gold despite the utilitarian matte black of all his guns. In the medallion Gavin never takes off, differentiated from his other jewellery by the intricate engraving of a distinctive skull. In the way they look at each other, the way they talk to each other, the way they’ve both given up the protection of hardened self-interest in favour of vicious loyalty. Emotions so wildly out of place and yet even this is not the weak link it should be;  the two are rarely separated and never out of contact, responding to threats against each other with a far greater degree of horrifying retribution than is ever afforded to a threat against them both.

So many have tried and failed to understand their dynamic, attempting to pick it apart and unravel hidden weakness. Countless numbers who think the solution is to kill one, or the other; who’ve somehow gotten it into their heads that either the Vagabond or the Golden Boy is more valuable and the other is merely dead weight, easily replaced.  

There are those who claim the Golden Boy is the Vagabond’s pet; pretty and pampered and merely tolerated by the assassin, more temporary appeal than true partner. Those are the one’s who’ve seen Ryan huff long suffering sighs as Gavin grows restless, seen him adopt the tone of a frustrated parent speaking to an unruly child as he demands patience, wraps commands in condescending endearments only to crumble into indulgent acquiescence in the face of exaggerated insult. Who’ve seen Gavin spin traps out of words then fade into the background while Ryan does the heavy work, turning his nose up at blood and lamenting ruined clothing.

There are those who claim the Vagabond is the Golden Boy’s dog; boorish and fierce and above all obedient. Those are the ones who’ve seen Gavin command Ryan with a flick of his fingers, slink around the edges as his bidding was done and offer crooning praise when a bloody head is dropped at his feet. Who’ve seen the sharp violence of Gavin’s mind, the way he pushes for slower and crueler and more entertaining; seen how the Vagabond watches him with adoration in his eyes; a rabid animal tame only in the presence of a master with equally sharp teeth.

Ramsey is one of the few to see them as they truely are. To understand that neither rumour was true, that both were, that power flowed equally between the pair and neither could for one moment be thought useless without the other. To see that their connection was less weakness than it was violent strength, and realise that being forcibly separated would only make them infinitely more volatile. Ramsey noticed it all, and he wanted. He schemed. He sent out feelers, hints and suggestions and little incentives. An invitation in blood and gold and wicked chaos. In the only language they speak.

When the Vagabond and the Golden Boy sweep into town Los Santos goes still, holds its breath, prays to be forgotten. They’re not exactly trying to be subtle, stories pop up all over the city, a nightmare of violent shadows and polished gold but they don’t seek him out, so Geoff waits. Patient despite the way his hair stands on end, the way the back of his neck itches and he’s deafened by the relentless ticking of his own watch.  

It’s less surprising than it should be when they appear in the penthouse unannounced; they were invited after all, in a manor of speaking, and Geoff, ever the good host, narrowly prevents his growing crew from launching into a firefight he’s not entirely confident they’d win. The Vagabond looms, cold and unrelenting, demanding answers with tangible menace. The Golden Boy lounges, smirk as lazy as his eyes are sharp, all obnoxious comments and negligible threat. It’s a test. Geoff Passes.

The Unfreedom of Scarcity


One of the real problems of the liberal model of freedom is in situations of extreme scarcity, where there is not enough for not only everyone, but for only a few people at most.

This is most common in “lottery” professions, where a few very successful people present the face of the profession, and the vast majority are exploited and holding out for their one shot at greatness. So we’re talking Academia, Startups, Acting, Professional Sports, Publishing, Politics… really way too many fields that define success in our world.

Only some people can make it. To some degree this will be determined by merit, but luck and networking play a very large role in that. Ask anyone in that field and getting a mentor is a HUGE HUGE deal (okay I don’t know much about pro sports, but I know people in every one of the other listed fields.) To go from toiling in obscurity and starving to “this one person you respect actually likes your work and wants to help you” is the biggest relief you can imagine.

And the mentor, or any networking connection like that, really does help. They introduce you to people who can help your career get started a little, who are happy to help you if it means impressing Big Name Mentor. It makes you feel like you actually have a shot to prove yourself, and it can not be underestimated how psychically valuable this is.

It’s kind of nice, sure, but it exists entirely outside formal ethical networks and so there is nothing obligatory about it. A mentor has the right to be friends with whoever they want, and to introduce their friends to whoever they want, and they haven’t crossed any moral lines. And they have the freedom to NOT be friends and not introduce you around as well.

You can see where the power dynamics of this go.

If you displease your mentor in any way whatsoever your ladder out of the abyss will just curl up and disappear. If you disagree politically with your mentor, they may not introduce you to that photographer. If you stop laughing at their boring jokes, they may not use their leverage to get you that internship. If you don’t sleep with your mentor, they may stop returning your calls (and soon everyone else will too.)

And this can all happen without any malice! To the famous mentor, you were a fun person to pal around with, things cooled down, and they’re moving on with their life. What’s wrong with that? In fact if you were to criticize their behavior, you’d be criticizing their liberal freedom to do whatever they want so long as “their fist doesn’t reach someone else’s face.” You’d be putting some sort of unasked for moral obligation on them. (Ew.)

But losing them means giving up on your dreams, just as they are in sight. Hell, it means finding an entirely new professional identity to base the rest of your lifepath on.

So instead you know you have to keep the mentor interested in you. What was initially a fun flirtation with someone impressively accomplished (and success is HOT in any field) can evolve into unending attempts to keep them “interested” in you, and the sort of joyless, obligatory sex no one benefits from. Or an unwillingness to even consider political points of view that may be uncool to the people you are trying to impress.

This is where the sex scandals in a lot of the lottery professions seem to come from (start with Bill Cosby and google any of the above fields.) It’s not superiors saying “sleep with me or else”, but famous people assuming all the young hot things want to sleep with them, and the young exploited proles going along with it until things have gone so far they explode from the tensions (which are complete surprises to the increasingly dense mentors, who don’t think there’s anything wrong with all the people desperate for their approval.)

And I think these scandals are just the tip of the iceberg, the rare cases where someone is so hurt by the affair that they go public and potentially give up any career in that field. Much more often is the case when the junior person goes along with it, gets in too deep, has a shitty few months of feeling used, and then pulls away or is kicked away, to a diminished future. (Of course, this pattern probably plays out often with every party feeling satisfied afterwards as well.)

Like this sort of power imbalance is just unhealthy and wrong. Marx wrote that no one is free when they are hungry, and I don’t think that just means “hunger is really bad” but that “people will do anything, give up anything when they are truly desperate.” They’ll give up their sexuality, their political independence, their dignity, anything to just get a bit of hope - and no one has to force it away from them, people do it wholly willingly under extreme scarcity. So what does free speech, or consent, or private property even mean in such situations?

(Even the masters are fucked over, because it’s impossible for them to have equal, healthy relations under a system of oppression. Imagine not being able to be friends with anyone because you don’t know if their laughter at your jokes is ever genuine? So they become emotional idiots who have to convince themselves that no one needs them that much and no one is trying to use them, exploding at the slightest narcissistic injury to this illusion.)

You can’t just make up a bunch of rights that people have protecting them, when there’s a power structure that asks people to give up anything for just a bit of hope. Class power analysis matters, or else you just end up like the Hollywood dating scene.

Movies teach us important lessons, like “The power was in you all along” or “If you travel back in time, don’t have sex with your ancestors, even if they’re really hot.” For the most part, we’re all happy to agree that “Love conquers all” and “We’re stronger together” and “Werewolves really should be allowed to play basketball.” But sometimes, Hollywood tricks us into thinking that because these lessons should be true, they are true. But in reality, if a werewolf tried to play high school basketball, he’d be shot in the face by Betsy DeVos.

But movies (you may want to sit down for this one) aren’t real life. On the mean streets of existence, “When they go low, we go high” is a great way to get punched in the crotch. Or eaten by vicious owls.

Obama’s election caused (or, to hear the Koch Brothers tell it, just happened to coincide with) the rise of the Tea Party. The Tea Party went through several incarnations, and meant a lot of different things to a lot of different people, but somehow they managed to coalesce around one deep political conviction: Everything Barack Obama said was wrong. If he said “Grass is green,” they said “No, it’s purple,” then noted that green is the unpatriotic color of Islam, and lawns should be defunded. It wasn’t fair, and it had very little to do with reality, but it was damn effective. Now Obama is being the perfect picture of class, urging the world to give Donald Trump a chance. Which Trump is repaying by tearing up as many of Obama’s policies as he can fit in his little hands.

Trump is even more polarizing than Obama, but elected Democrats aren’t as ruthlessly efficient at stymieing his agenda. While Trump is up to his eyeballs in Emoluments Clause violations, Democrats are burying the lede by only focusing on his nominees. It’s ridiculous that they aren’t able to mount an effective guerrilla-style political opposition to Trump, as he seems to be serving himself up on a platter. It’s not like liberal groups are always bastions of moral behavior.

Why Democrats Are Every School Yard Bully’s Wet Dream

The Demon Next Door CH 4

Ten had the male pushed up against the wall and held him up by the collar of his shirt.
“Wow Ten,” The male snickered. “What a great way to greet your friend,”
“I could say the same to you Johnny” Ten shoved Johnny higher up the wall. The black and red waves slowly moved around one another as Ten and Johnny ‘conversed’.
“What do you want?” Ten growled.
“Im here on the King and Queen’s orders.” Johnny responded.
“And what would those orders be?” Ten’s grip on Johnny tightened.
“I was told to rid of the pest that had taken away their son” Johnny’s eyes glowed red and the black waves suddenly rose and shot towards me. Ten’s red wave rose as well and wrapped itself around Johnny’s before slamming it to the ground.
“I see your Akumabi is stronger than before” Ten threw Johnny to the floor. “But it’s still not strong enough to beat me” Johnny chuckled and glanced up at Ten and then at me.
“I know that,” He sighed. “Im pretty sure the King and Queen know too because they also sent me with a message” Ten stiffened slightly at Johnny’s words. “They said either I rid of her and get you home or they’ll have someone from the supreme take her out,”
“The Supreme?” Ten let out a deep breath and glanced over at me.
“Yes, and you know they wouldnt let her off easy,” Johnny stood up. He retracted his Akumabi.
“Im not going to let her fucking die Johnny” Ten balled his hands up into fists.
“Ten you-” Johnny started. He stopped his words as Ten’s Akumabi rose. Fire began to burn on the edges of the substance.
“Tell them if they try to hurt _____, I will personally make the underworld more of a hell than it already is.” His eyes were glowing red again.
“Ten think this-” Johnny began again.
“GO” Ten screamed. Johnny let out a low sigh and nodded.
“As you wish,” He separated out into the blackness before rushing out the window and disappearing. Once Johnny was gone, Ten relaxed himself. His flames died out and the waves retracted. He stared out the window with a dark expression before turning towards me. His face softened.
“Are you alright” he made his way over to me.
“Y-yes…” I mumbled. “I’m fine” Ten pressed his lips together and nodded. He reached out and rested his palm against my cheek.
“I wont let anything happen to you..” he softly stated. I nodded silently. I didnt know what to say. How did one react to this situation?
“Im sorry ______” Ten sighed. I looked down at the floor, avoiding eyecontact. There was silence between us. Neither of us knew what to say or do.
“Ten…” I suddenly spoke up. “I thought you said other demons couldn’t target me,” He didn’t respond.
“I’m sorry.” He looked down.
“You lied?” I stared at him in disbelief.
“____ I-” Ten began.
“No. Ten, even after everything you’ve done, you still have the audacity to lie?!” I interrupted.
“____ please” He tried to speak again.
“Just save it. You tricked me into getting marked. Now I have this demonic root thing in me, my family and friends have forgotten me completely, and worst of all Im stuck with you. You-” This time, I was intereupted when Ten suddenly surged forward, pinning me to the floor. He looked down at me with red eyes.
“Yes,” He said through gritted teeth, “I erased your existence, I put you in danger, I got you pregnant but like you said, you’re stuck with me,” His eyes returned to their brown color and he stood up. “Get used to it.” He held out his hand to help me up. I hesitantly took it and was pulled up on to my feet. I avoided eyecontact with Ten.
“You’re going to sleep in my room from now on…with me,” He pulled me forward and out the door, leading me through the hallway and into his room.

“Get some rest. Its been a hectic few hours.” He let go of my hand and gestured for me to get onto the bed. I did so without and word and pulled the covers over myself. Ten followed suit, lying down facing the other way. He waved his hand and the lights turned off.
“Goodnight” he sighed.

2 ½ months later

I woke up with a start for what seemed like the thousandth time. I looked around the familiar room and let out a low sigh.
“Another nightmare?” Ten groggily asked and sat up.
“Y-yeah….” I nodded.
“What was it this time?” He questioned.
“It was just dark and all I could see were red eyes everywhere…..people were screaming and I felt like I was being closed in on,” I tensed up slightly. Ten reached up and rubbed my back.
“Want to get some air?” He suggested. I nodded and pulled the covers off of myself. Carefully, I got out of bed, putting a hand under my belly. It had expanded greatly over the course of 2 and a half months. It was pretty weird….like everything else. The height of it would come in ½ a month, however, when I gave birth.
“Here,” Ten wrapped an arm around my shoulder, “Let me help you,”
“I got it-” I began.
“_____. Just let me,” He said calmly. I sighed and allowed him to lead me down stairs and outside. Once outside, he allowed me to walk on my own.
“We’ll just walk around the block once” Ten stated.
“Okay.” I agreed.

We walked a couple houses down when Ten spoke up again.
“So _____,” he awkwardly mumbled.
“Yeah?” I responded.
“I know everything has been kind of crazy but what if we talk about some of it?” He suggested.
“Someone might hear,” I knew Ten wanted to discuss our situation for a while. He dropped subtle hints from time to time but this time it was straightforward.
“Its 2am. Everyone’s asleep,” He sighed.
“But what if someone isn’t?” Ten hummed sadly at my response.
“_____, I know you dont want to talk about it but we have to. Someone will end up showing up here for you. We have to be ready for that,” Ten explained. I thought about his words and knew he was right. We had to talk.
“Fine. But start off easy.” I exhaled.
“Okay,” Ten’s tone lightened up, “How about the baby’s name?” I glanced at Ten and could see him smiling.
“I dont know. I mean we don’t even know if it’s a boy or girl,” I shrugged.
“How about I think of boy names and you think of girl names” he smiled.
“What?” I was surprised by how into this he seemed.
“I do boy names you do girl names,” Ten repeated.
“What if I want to do boy names?” I raised a brow.
“Okay. You do boy names.” Ten nodded.
“Oh….Alright,” I replied.

This was weird too. We were actually having a normal conversation instead of being paranoid.

You Don’t Own Me *smut*- Michael Gray

Request// Hi! Can I request a Michael Shelby imagine(a smut so if you aren’t comfortable with smut I completely understand!) where he cares for the reader so much he is overprotective and to prove to him that she can handle herself she dominates Michael? - @wewillfindanewtomorrow

*Oh yeah, this was a fun one and a great way to start off the PB week. If you want me to tag you for the prompts made in this week, just let me know! xoxox*

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“You don’t have to protect me, Michael,” you nearly screamed. “I can protect myself!”

This had been the one argument you and Michael could never seem to settle. Ever since you had begun your job at the betting shop, Michael had become more protective over some of the silliest things. He didn’t want you working without him present or in on anything having to do with illegal business. He would hardly even let you step inside the Garrison if it wasn’t for a party or event.

He seemed to have forgotten that you were raised by a police officer and war hero. You being the only daughter he had not only came with the backlash of being constantly smothered by your brothers, but it also included training to defend yourself against any man who stood in your way. You weren’t raised like the other girls around you, but in a way you were happy with how things turned out. You’re father had taught you to be strong and never depend on a man.

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Raeken and Dunbar

Can we just take a minute and think about how my first smut got 100+ notes, and I just now reached 200+ followers and I’ve had the blog for less than a month??? YOU ARE ALL SO GREAT NOW ENJOY SOME MORE SMUT THIS IS ALSO HELLA LONG WHOOPS
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Request- Hey! I literally just read your smut imagine/one shot of Theo Raeken (I think you had also mentioned it’s your first smut imagine) and I love it! I don’t know if you’re taking requests but if you are (I know this is probably too fast for you) could I request a Threesome with Theo Raeken, the reader and Liam Dunbar? I really think that you’d do an awesome job! ♥ :-) I really love your imagines by the way! And I’ll totally understand if you can’t do it, I won’t blame you. Again, love your imagines
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I was never the kind of girl to think that I was hot shit, literally never. I always thought I had nice features but nothing that would make boys fall at my feet, I was right up until Theo and Liam started acting like I walked on water. Ever since we all came back from summer vacation it was if I was the hottest girl in the world to them. Sure, I got a little tan over the summer, my hair got longer, like most girl’s hair do in the summer but that’s really all that’s different. I didn’t know why they were acting like this and I know that I should pick one of them or let them both down easy, but truth be told I didn’t know how I felt about them, let alone which one I liked more than the other. I was sitting on the bleachers outside as the guys were all practicing for lacrosse and writing my essay for English. I looked up for a second, chuckling as Coach yelled at Greenburg, like always. Coach blew the whistle meaning practice was over and before I knew it, a shadow was blocking my light. I looked up to a sweaty and smiling Liam in front of me and I sighed.
“Hey, Liam.” I said, as he sat down next to me and looked at what I was writing. The thing is, I like Liam, how couldn’t I? He is nice, part of the pack, he gets sweetly nervous around me, and he isn’t horrible to look at either. I just didn’t know if I liked him more than I liked Theo.
“You look really pretty today.” He said causing me to smile and a small blush spread across my face, as he smiled as well. Liam’s compliments were always sweet and he was always offering to help me to class or offering to help me study when we both know he is the one who needs help studying. Liam is boyfriend material for sure but, how would he be in the sack?
“Hey, Dunbar! Get away from my girl!” Theo yelled while walking towards us, causing Liam to sigh and roll his eyes, knowing that his moment alone with me was long past over. The thing is, I like Theo. I just didn’t know if I liked him more than I like Liam. Theo was the opposite of Liam. Theo was hot and he knew it, he was always flirting with me, calling me hot and saying that I was “his girl”.  I mean, every girl loves a bad boy. As far as I could tell, he wasn’t boyfriend material but I knew that he would be good in the sack. You see my problem here? When Theo got to us, he wrapped an arm around my waist and kissed my temple.
“How are you doing today, babe?” He asked causing me to chuckle before I hugged him back slightly, causing Liam to tense up at the sight of us.
“Good, especially now that you are both here.” I said, trying to put some niceness between them.
“She isn’t your girl, Theo.” Liam said, causing me to sigh as they both stared at each other, eyes glowing. They were crazy, their eyes glowing like that in the middle of the day just because they were being stupid and hormonal teenage boys. I was about to tell them to knock it off before I got any idea, a way to pick one of them and have my questions answered.
“Hey. Both of you, come to my house tonight and I’ll tell you “whose girl” I am. No more fighting.” I said putting hair quotes with my fingers around “whose girl”. Causing them both to look at me in disbelief, but both agreeing just the same.
“Great! My house, nine o’clock!” I yelled, grabbing my stuff and jogging off of the field and towards my car. I knew Theo would be up for my plan, I just had to convince Liam. I was hoping just the fact that Theo would be up for it would make Liam want to do it too, so Theo wouldn’t win by default. I rushed home to start getting ready and so I could clean up my room. After tonight I should know something more about who I had more feelings for but god, was it going to be tiring. I cleaned my room first, knowing that I would get hot and a little sweaty while doing so. I then hopped in the shower, shaved what needed to be shaved and changed into something sexy but not slutty. I called my parents to make sure that they were going to be out all night like their note said, not wanting them to come home in the middle of what I had planned. They said they were coming back into town tomorrow afternoon so everything was set, the doorbell ringing made me jump slightly before I looked at the clock. It was nine o’clock on the dot, so much for being late. I opened to door, finding both guys standing there, both looking rather nervous to find out what I had to say.
“Come in.” I said stepping aside to let both guys in, Liam giving me a small side hug as he walked in and Theo kissing my forehead. There really was no end to this for them huh? I shut the door, locking it behind them and following them into the living room. I pointed at the stairs leading up to my room and they both nodded, not thinking anything of it, and jogged up the stairs. I smiled to myself at how completely obvious they both were in this moment.
“So you guys want to hear the plan?” I asked as we all walked into my room, Liam looking around the room to see what I had hanging up on the walls and how I kept my room while Theo just sat down on the bed. They both nodded, while staring at me as if my answer would kill one of them.
“I like you both, a lot. I just don’t know which one, I like more. So, I figured that I would invite both of you over and we could all do something that could help me, in my decision.” I said pacing back and forth. I looked at both boys, Theo smirking and shooting a wink my way while Liam looked so utterly confused. I didn’t just want to say it outright, I was hoping that they would understand without me, having to say it.
“Sounds like fun, I’m up for it.” Theo said making me smile and look at Liam, hopefully. Liam looked at me and then back at Theo, and then back at me. I let out a small laugh at the fact that Liam wasn’t understanding what I was trying to say.
“I don’t get it.” Liam said making Theo chuckle as I took a step towards Liam, my hands now resting on his chest, looking up at him, causing him to gulp. He had to have known what I was talking about, I just think he was to nervous to say it.
“What’s the one thing that you can think of that could help me pick between two guys? It involves burning calories and some fun.” I whispered in his ear as his hands rested on my lower back. As I pulled back from his ear, Liam cupped my face and kissed me softly. I smiled into the kiss, knowing that for sure he knew what I was talking about. The kisses became more heated and deeper within a few minutes and I could already feel Liam’s hard on against my thigh, that was quick. A minute or so later, I felt another pair of hands go to my waist.
“Okay, the point of all of being here, is to share.” Theo said pulling me away from Liam, sitting on the bed and pulling me on top of him, making me giggle at how fast and strong he was. The whole reason I was doing this was to see if I could get a fire to come out of Liam, and a little softer and more intimate side out of Theo. It was going to be hard to pick either way, but I had to do it sooner or later. Before Theo and I could do anything, Liam interrupted us.
“I have an idea. (Y/N), pants off.” He said causing me raise an eyebrow at him but none the less, I got up from Theo’s lap and took my pants off, showing them both my dark blue, lacy boy shorts. They both smirked at the sight and then Theo cleared his throat, wanting to continue with whatever Liam’s idea was.
“Now Theo lay down, (Y/N) straddle his face but face my way.” Theo and I both looked at Liam, surprised at the fact that his plan was actually pretty hot. I did what I was told, pushing Theo down on the bed, climbing on top of him but turning around as my core hovered over his nose, so I was facing Liam. I winked at Liam, as he walked towards me and Theo pushed my panties aside. I was beyond wet at this point and I was beginning to think that this is the best idea, I’ve ever had. As I felt Theo beginning to lick me up and down, Liam walked over to me, pulled my top off and connecting our lips. As Liam and I made out, Theo was going to town on me, making me moan into Liam’s mouth. I ran my hands up Liam’s shirt, slipping it over his head, breaking our kiss just for second before heading right back to it. Theo’s hands gripped my thighs, pulling me down into his mouth, hard making me throw my head back and breaking my kiss with Liam, once again. Liam’s hands went to my shoulder’s slipping my bra straps down to pool around the tops of my breasts. This was hotter than I could have ever imagined and we were just getting started. As Theo worked his magic on my lower half, Liam was certainly paying attention to my upper half.
“So perky, so beautiful.” Liam whispered as he kissed the tops of my breasts as he pushed my bra down to my mid stomach. Liam cupped my breasts in his hands, kissing every inch of them, as I unhooked my bra from behind me. My hands went to Liam’s hair as he paid special attention to my nipples, now being pleasured from both boys. I began to grind my hips down, feeling a familiar knot starting to form in my stomach.
“Oh, Theo.” I moaned out causing Liam’s to bite down on my left nipple which made me shriek and giggle by his reaction. Not a few seconds later, I could feel myself coming undone because of the boy underneath me, Liam holding me up as I shook with pleasure. Once I came down from my high, I climbed off of Theo, as he wiped his mouth and took his shirt off.
“Now, I have an idea.” He said causing both Liam and I now to nod, wanting to go through with Theo’s end of the plan. Theo gave amazing head and Liam sure knew how to take care of me but we weren’t done just yet.
“Liam, take your pants off, (Y/N) on your hands and knees on the bed, Liam is going to take you from behind and (Y/N) you are going to pleasure me like I just pleasured you.” He said causing Liam, to begin to take his pants off right away as I smiled and nodded, I was beyond ready for this. Once both boys had their pants off, I looked at both of their dicks, they were both packing a good amount so there wasn’t a clear winner just yet. Both guys got into their positons before looking down at me, making sure this was all okay. I nodded, Liam, entering me from behind, making me let out a loud moan, while Theo took all of my hair in his hands as I wrapped one of my hands around his shaft and put his head in my mouth. As Liam thrusted into me, his force sent me to bob on Theo’s dick. All I had to do was suck, I played with Theo’s balls a little, him letting out a breathy moan as I heard Liam panting from behind me. In my opinion, oral is much more intimate and personal than fucking me from behind so in his own way, Theo was showing me that he did have a more intimate side and the fact that he wasn’t forcing me or choking me showed me that he was being respectful of my pace, while Liam was really letting the wild side of himself out.
“(Y/N), so tight.” Liam said as he got faster and faster, pleasuring me more and more with each thrust. I knew Theo was close judging by how load his moans were getting and I was close because that knot was creeping back up again. Theo and Liam locked eyes for a second and both nodded before both of them cumming at the same time, me following them seconds after. I swallowed all of what Theo gave me, not minding at all. Liam pulled out of me, leaving everything inside, thank god for birth control. Both guys laid down in my bed as I wobbled over to the bathroom to pee, what you are suppose to do after every time that you have sex. As I sat there, I till didn’t know who I was going to pick but I knew now, that I had deep feelings for both boys. When I walked back into my bedroom, Liam was on the right side of my bed while Theo was on the left, leaving a space in the middle for me. I got in between them, my top sheet covering all of us. We were all exhausted, and we knew we could all talk in the morning. I turned on my side to face Liam and Theo wrapped an arm around my wait from behind, spooning me. In that moment, I was happy that I suggested this and happy that both of them were up for it.