he actually gave her the ring


Ben and Leslie + the box
Was the box [Ben] gave Leslie the ring in the same box he used to give her the Knope 2012 pin? Yes. And it was the box in which Leslie gave him the Washington Monument figurine. Additionally, we might see it again – in the series finale. “At the end of the show we’re all going to jump into the box and fly away,” jokes Poehler. [x]

Lord of The Riddles

Requested: Yes. Anon asks, “Oh oh oh! May I request something? I feel like there’s not enough Darkiplier stuff on here, so would you mind doing a little fic or something of your choice on a Darkxreader, where the reader manages to trick Dark for once, and is is furious with it? Your choice on ending, and I love this blog, you’re such a good writer!!!”  

Fandom: Markiplier

Pairing: Dark/Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: I really didn’t know what to do with this one, honestly, so, I hope you don’t mind how I did this! Also, this has much more dialogue than detail. I’m sorry! <3 …Enjoy!

Originally posted by lum1natrix

   (Y/N) and Dark sat across from each other on the couch, (Y/N) was getting increasingly furious and Dark’s ego was swelling. He was proud of the fact that he couldn’t be beat and by the fact that (Y/N) was a terrible guesser. It had started with a simple sentence, spoken by the human as she sat on the couch, staring at her phone.

“Many have heard me, but nobody has seen me, and I will not speak back until spoken to. What am I?” it was a riddle and (Y/N) couldn’t figure out what it meant. She thought about it for at least 30 minutes. Dark, who had been passing by the living room at the time, spoke knowing the riddle right of the bat.

“An echo.”

“Hey, I was gonna answer that!” (Y/N) pouted as she scrolled past the post. The conversation was going to stop at that but Dark decided to add more.  

“It’s not my fault you can’t comprehend a simple riddle.”

“Excuse you!” (Y/N) turned to glare at him, she hated to be called dumb or even for someone to infer that she was.

“Do you disagree with the fact that you didn’t know what the answer was, even if it was simple.” Dark approached (Y/N) with a condescending smirk on his face. He sat on the couch beside her. He faced her and she faced him and if looks could kill, Dark was sure he’d be seriously maimed.

“Fine! If you’re so damn smart, I challenge you to a Riddle Off or whatever.”  

“And if I win?” Dark leaned forwards, regarding (Y/N) with narrowed eyes and the same smirk on his face as before.

“I will do whatever you want for 48 hours-”

“A month.” Dark cut (Y/N) off, challenging her.

“A week.” (Y/N) crossed her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes at him.

“Fine. One week… And if you win?” Dark leaned back, folding his hands together in his lap. He loved their little games, mainly because he normally won.

“The same thing will happen. You will do as I say for one whole week. Do you accept?”

“I do.” Dark winked and (Y/N) rolled her eyes, she was to focused to get blush-y.

“What has a head, a tail, is brown, and has no legs?” (Y/N) read from her phone, watching him.

“You belittle me. The answer is a penny. My turn… You will always find me in the past. I can be created in the present, but the future can never taint me.” Dark grinned at her, watching as she mulled over the riddle in her head. She repeated it to herself a few times before a smile graced her lips.


“Well, you’re not as dense as I thought.” Dark nodded, a genuinely impressed.

“Piss off,” (Y/N) scrolled through her phone, ignoring Dark’s mumblings about how she couldn’t come up with a riddle on her own. “What is easy to get into, but hard to get out of?” upon seeing the mischievous look in Dark’s eyes she blushed. She realized how dirty the riddle sounded but for someone like Dark, she was sure that he wouldn’t say anything about it. Apparently she was wrong.

“I could go the perverse route but that would be wrong, the most obvious answer would be… Trouble.” Dark turned up his nose, already knowing he was correct. (Y/N) grumbled angrily to herself, a frown on her lips as she searched for a new riddle. An hour had passed since they started the meaningless challenge. They had gotten closer both furious with the other.

“Fine! You want a challenging question? What’s in my pocket? Betcha don’t know that one you pompous, condescending, asshat!” (Y/N) stood, glaring angrily at the other figure. His head was starting to twitch from his frustration. The question, though it wasn’t a riddle, was still a challenge and he wanted to win. His ego was way too big to turn away from a challenge.

“Well,” Dark started, gazing over her form, assuming she meant the pockets of her shorts. “It’s not your phone as it sits, discarded, on the coffee table. It’s definitely not your wallet because that thing is way too big to fit in a woman’s pocket. I remember that you told me you kept a ring on you at all times, one from a lost relative, that’s my answer.” (Y/N) glowered at Dark as she went to reach into her pockets. Then it clicked and she couldn’t stop the smug look that reached her lips. She realized that the pockets were faux and that the ring was actually in her jewelry box, upstairs.

“I’m sorry Dark, but you’re mistaken.” (Y/N) felt the pride swell along with her own ego. She watched the smirk fall from Dark’s face as he too realized that she didn’t have any pockets.

“You broke the rules of the game.” Dark glared, his anger multiplying, but fought to control himself. His human had beaten him this time.

“There were no rules set… Now, are you going to stand there and pout or are you going to hold up your end of the bargain.” Dark gave an over exaggerated bow and (Y/N) clapped excitedly, her smile growing.

“How may I be of service to you?”

“Vlad Masters is just misunderstood! He really cares about Danny!”
My friend, my dude, my compadre, my guy,
Can we remember the episode where Vlad literally gave Sam and Tucker a deadly disease that would’ve actually killed them if Danny hadn’t been able to find a cure?
Or when he gave the Ring that belonged to Pariah to a 14 year old and endangered her life by doing that? Also how he actually caused all of the events in that episode??
Remember when he made Danny powerless and sent a bunch of animal ghosts to kill him?
Also he wants to kill Jack. Like, just straight up kill him.
Canonically, Vlad Masters is a terrible motherfucker who doesn’t deserve redemption.

marry me- h.s imagine

Originally posted by bosayasayangenc

Anne came up behind Harry and smiled. She rested her chin on his shoulder and followed his gaze. “It’s beautiful, Harry.”

Harry looked at his mother and smiled. He looked back at the jeweler in front of him and nodded his head. “This is the one.”

“Is Y/N going to be joining us soon?” Y/N’s mother asked while looking down at the menu. Harry wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. He quickly cleared his throat, “Actually no. I wanted to ask you something.”

Your mother looked up from the menu and gave him a questioning look, “What is it, sweetie?”

Harry looked into your mother’s eyes and exhaled. “Ms. Y/L/N, you’re Y/N’s best friend.” Your mother smiled softly. “Not only are you her best friend but you’re her mother. Your opinion means everything to me and I know it’ll mean so much to her if I get your approval..” Harry quickly pulled out the ring box from the pocket inside of his jacket. He gave it to you mother who already had tears brimming her eyes. Your mother opened the box and gasped, amazed that something so beautiful could exist.

Harry looked at the ring and back at your mother. “I wanted to know if I had your blessing to propose to your daughter.” Your mom quickly nodded her head. “Of course, Harry.” Harry smiled brightly, “Really?”

Your mother wiped a tear that fell and nodded her head once more. She put the box down and reached over and placed her hand on top of Harry’s. “I couldn’t imagine her with anyone else.”

“Nervous?” Niall asked, snapping Harry out of his thoughts. Harry shook his head, “Surprisingly no.

Niall sat down on the couch in front of Harry, beer bottle in his hand. “No?”

Harry smiled and looked down at the floor. “She’s it for me. There’s no doubt in my mind that she’ll say no.”

Niall smiled at his friend, hoping one day to find someone he’ll adore as much as Harry adored you. “I know she won’t say no, mate.”

Harry gave Niall a smile.

Niall smirked before he took a sip of his beer, “Just afraid you’ll shit your pants while you’re asking her.”

You were in your usual spot, finishing your lunch before having to get back to work. You were finishing reading the novel Harry told you about when all of a sudden a shadow was in front of you. You looked up to see Harry smiling down at you.

You instantly smiled. “Hey, what are you doing here?”

Harry sat down next to you and pecked your cheek. “Wanted to surprise you.”

He grabbed your hands and brought them into his lap, playing with the rings on your fingers. He nodded towards the book on your lap, “How are you liking it, love?”

You looked down at the book and smiled. “Love it, thanks for suggesting it.” Harry nodded and looked back at your hands, “Good, I’m glad.”

The two of you sat in silence. Not the uncomfortable kind of silence; the kind of silence that said you were just content being in each other’s presence. Both of you were staring at everything else going on in the park.

While Harry was staring in front of him, he suddenly spoke up, “You’re my best friend.”

You looked over at him and smiled, unsure of where he was going with this. Harry turned and looked at you. He cleared his throat, “You’re my best friend, Y/N. I couldn’t imagine anyone better to be my best friend. I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. I couldn’t imagine not spending the rest of my life with you.” He pulled out the ring box from his pocket and you instantly gasped. You brought a hand to your mouth, tears surfacing your eyes. Harry looked into your eyes. “I want to spend every minute of my life with you. I want to wake up next to you everyday. I want to have the privilege of introducing you as my wife. I want to be the only one that makes you happy. I want to be the reason you smile. I want to be yours forever.” He opened the box and showed you the most delicate, beautiful, ring you have ever seen in your life. “Y/N Y/L/N, I knew from the moment I met you that you were special and I can’t waste another minute. Will you marry me?”

You let out a sob and nodded your head. You threw your body against Harry’s while he laughed. “Yes.”

not my best! lol but i just watched a vlog where he proposed to his gf and instantly got inspired. wanted to write this quickly before the thought left my head! don’t forget to send requests on what you think i should do next!

Facade (Yoongi)

Angst/Fluff/Suggestive Smut (I think?)
Badboy AU
8072 Words of pure garbage

Summary: Yoongi was nothing more than her cocky, sarcastic, and alluring regular that she had a crush on. When he finally asks her out on a date, she finds out that Min Yoongi is more than what he seems as she is thrown into a world she never thought she would be apart of. 

The chimes ring signaling that someone had entered the café. She glanced up from the pile of garbage she was sweeping to the clock hanging on the wall, it read 6:57 and she knew exactly who it was.

“Pretty quiet today huh?” his deep voice chuckled. “Well you obviously can’t read because the sign on our door says closed.” She rolled her eyes turning around to face him. He gave her a sly grin before leaning against the counter, “Actually it says you close at 7, which means you’re still opened for 3 more minutes. Should your manager be concerned that you close up shop earlier than you’re supposed to?” and as much as her face showed displeasure for his presence, she secretly looked forward to seeing him almost every night. “My manager should be concerned but not for that reason,” she sighed getting out the ingredients for his drink, “the usual again?” 

He winked and stifled a laugh when he saw her face slowly turn pink.

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Imagine Sam realizing you’re jealous after a waitress flirts with him.

Intro: You have been hunting with the Winchesters for quite a while now. Probably ever since they helped you take out a vampire nest a couple months back. You’ve grown very fond of the boys’ presence since then and love spending so much time with them. But recently, you’ve noticed that you’ve been falling hard for one of the Winchesters. More specifically, Sam Winchester. You’ve been falling more and more for him as each day passed and you’d find yourself fascinated by his every move. Damn… Let’s just say, you had it bad.

A beautiful waitress, about your age, gracefully walked over to the booth you and the boys had just sat down in. You were on one side, sitting between the window and Dean. Sam was sitting by himself, across from you two. The waitress (whose name is Molly, according to her name tag) was holding a pad of paper and a pen in her hands, prepared to take down your order. She took a minute to admire the attractive boys you were accompanied by and then glanced over at you. “Ladies first. What would you like, Hun?” She asked, almost too sweetly.

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Yahaba Shigeru Headcanons!!!

Cause it’s my salty creampuff’s birthday!!

(Warning: mention of anxiety/panic attacks)

- Can play piano really well. His mother got him lessons in elementary school because someone mentioned how his longer fingers would be great for playing it. He likes doing pop song adaptations, and will even record teammates favorite songs for their birthdays for them. Oikawa got a recording of Bubblegum Bitch by Marina and the Diamonds. Kyoutani got a recording of Blackpink’s Playing with Fire (cause side headcanon of Kyoutani loving Kpop girl groups). On his and Mattsun’s birthday, he gave Mattsun a record We Are Number One. Everyone loves their recordings.

- He’s insanely flexible. Like before practice everyone is doing half hearted leg stretches while he’s doing backbends and splits. Oikawa is jealous and Kyoutani can’t take his eyes off of him.

- He is addicted to those peach sour ring candies, and will actually jump up and down in excitement if you surprise him with some.

- One time he overheard a girl trash talking Kyoutani in his class. He came up and talked to her after class. No one knows what he said, but she ran off crying afterwards. No one talks shit about his teammates in front of him again.

- Suffers from Panic Disorder, has ever since his last year in junior high. It was the worst his last year in junior high and entering high school, but learns to conceal it over time. Oikawa and Iwaizumi find him in the club room one day after they thought everyone left after practice suffering from a sudden panic attack. They helped him through it, and afterwards helped him cope with it, which is one of the reasons he admires the both of them so much.

- Has a mini garden of potted succulents at home that he treats like his own children. They all have names, and yes, they are named after his teammates. His favorite is a strange yellow little Echeveria named Kyoutani.

- Is bisexual as fuck, but doesn’t fully come to terms with it until his last year in high school. When he comes out and starts dating Kyoutani, no one is really that surprised, and Oikawa and Iwaizumi, even from their far away colleges, make sure to call Kyoutani to lecture him on treating Yahaba right (like the good parents they are💕).

Egghead [Jason Todd Imagine]

warnings: mention of dogfighting, tons of dog fluff

“This one! Jason, I want this one!” You squealed when you saw the perfect dog in the kennel.

“Are you sure, [Y/N]? There are a lot of dogs in here…that one seems a bit..err..fierce,” Jason said with uncertainty in his voice. The dog was a big rottweiler, wiggling its’ butt in excitement. 

“I absolutely want this dog, Jason,” you gave him your best puppy eyes as the rottweiler did the same. 

“[Y/N], that dog is like, 100 pounds. Rottweilers aren’t known to be the nicest dogs, either,” Jason exhaled. 

“Actually, he’s a complete doll,” the kennelmaster spoke up, ”He used to be in dog fighting, before the police busted the ring. Contrary to that, he’s kindhearted. Never bitten anyone, rarely even barks at anyone. He was a runt in the dogfighting arenas, lost more than a few times, that’s why he has a limp. His name is Egghead,” the lady smiled as she put her fingers through the bars to let Egghead lick them, motioning for you to do the same. Cautiously you put your hand to the bar, and the dog licked them gently, careful not to harm you.

“Jason, please?” You begged him, on the verge of tears.

“Fine, fine. If he hurts you thou-”

“He won’t! He’s precious!” You interrupted.

“Alright, [Y/N],” Jason said skeptically, “We’ll take him, Ma’am.”


It’s been a week since you got Egghead and brought him back to the manor. Him, Ace, and Titus got along immediately, chasing eachother around the manor and playing games. Damian fell in love with Egghead as soon as he laid eyes on him. Bruce was suspicious off the dog at first, but easily warmed up to him when he walked into the living room to see Damian sleeping on the couch with his arms around Egghead.  Dick loved the dog, and played fetch with him before going on night patrol. Tim is already trying to invent a collar that translates Egghead’s barks into English. Jason is still distrustful of Egghead, though.

“Shoo! Shoo!” you heard Jason’s voice in the kitchen, “Goddamnit!” You rushed into the room to see Egghead run past you with a sandwich in his mouth and Jason holding an empty plate, standing there helplessly. You couldn’t help but lose it at the look on Jason’s face. “This isn’t funny, [Y/N]! You owe me a sandwich,” Jason groaned in annoyance.

“I can’t- I- I can’t breathe!” You wiped away your tears of laughter.

“You need to control that dog, [Y/N],” Jason crossed his arms and looked away. 

“Ooooh, is somebody mad?” You fake pouted and dramatically crossed your arms to mimic Jason. 

“I don’t understand why that dog hates me so damn much. He gets along with Damian! Nobody gets along with that little demon!” Jason ranted.

“Maybe it’s due to the fact you haven’t gone out of your way to get along with him, Jay.”

“Well how am I supposed to do that? Hmm? Have a heart to heart with him? Tell him how I really, truly feel? Ask him on a date?” Jason said sarcastically, which made you giggle.

“Just…try Jason,” you walked over to him and rubbed his back, “It’s only been a week, trust me baby, you two will be best friends in no time.”


A few hours later, Jason was lying on the couch, nodding off while watching T.V. Egghead curiously approached him, then jumped on the couch next to him. This woke Jason up, disoriented. 

“Hey there, buddy,” Jason whispered and put his hand out to touch Eggheads’ ear. The dog moved his head closer to Jason’s touch to be stroked. “You aren’t so bad…we’ll get along just fine, won’t we?” The dog tilted his head and decided to crawl up the couch. He plunked down onto Jason’s chest, which made Jason gasp for air, then laugh. Egghead lapped his face with kisses as Jay scratched his ears.

“Jason, what do yo-” You were cut off when you stepped into the room. There your boyfriend laid on the couch with his arms around a “ferocious” rottweiler, who was licking him to death. Damian came up next to you and stopped, smiling ear to ear when he saw his brother laughing. 

“I suppose Eggheads always get along in the end.”


First, let me go on record and say that the proposal made me emotional. It was the music, the words, the acting in the way Jen and Colin pulled this off, it was Emma’s growth as a character. All of it sort of collided into a perfect moment. I thought it represented the characters really well. And for a minute, there were no walls, or impending death.

But yes, there is that pesky secret, and last night, I thought of episode 6x05 when Killian went out to dispose of the shears and came back and what it is that he tells Emma about wanting her to have what she wants. 

For me, that’s the parallel this season for Captain Swan. As usual, the characters have been flipped and the storyline is now practically the same on both ends. They even included Archie in it.

Emma was keeping a secret from her family that only Archie was privy to and she kept it for 5 episodes. During that time, she took a very big step forward in her relationship with Killian with this large secret and threat looming over her head. 

In this half, Killian has a secret and though he doesn’t know the nature or what it is, Archie is once again the only one who knows about it. Killian actually called him to see if he could have an appointment, and had that happened, the odds were that Killian was going to spill his guts right then and there.

Killian said in 6x05 that he whatever Emma wanted, that’s what she would have, and he was very true to his word. She wanted him, she wanted the ring, she wanted to hear him ask her to marry him, so he gave her that, because there was no way he was going to turn her down.

And it’s something he wanted as badly as she did.

I think the moment was beautiful, especially when we consider that the last time they used that music was under completely different circumstances. And not for nothing, that moment back in 5x08 was the start of Emma keeping a doozie of a secret. So if anything, the writers have remained very true to the whole Emma and Killian mirror each other.

Tyler Seguin #2

so this little imagine just kinda came to me, sorry i’ve been sort of shit with posting lately and i can’t find any inspiration but i hope you all liked this even though the end was horrible :)))

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Originally posted by paulina58

It was the first official day of the teams off-season. Yet, here most of them were in Jamie’s backyard drinking some beers and splashing in the pool. Honestly you were glad Jamie and his wife, Katie, decided to have everyone over. It meant you actually got a evening off to sit and relax while slipping a martini and smiling as Katie rubbed her growing belly. 

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random dallas headcanons

-he can’t stand the word “moist”

-he’s so good with animals without even trying, like every dog he’s ever met loves him

-but he actually really likes reptiles

-he had a snake when he was little

-he has reallllly clear skin and just a few freckles on his cheeks that get darker in the summer

-he gets sunburned badly bc he’s so pale, but refuses to but on sunscreen so he just burns

-his hair is so blonde, people always ask him if he bleaches it and it pisses him off

-he stays up really late, but is like totally fine the next day? like he’s not tired at all

-modern dally ends up watching a lot of reality TV bc that’s what’s on late at night

-let’s just say he knows way too much about the kardashians

-he doesn’t eat a lot, and when he does it’s barely anything

-like no one knows how he doesn’t starve

-he loves sour stuff though

-modern dally would liiiive off of sour patch kids tbh

-modern dally also loves eminem

-he loves long car rides

-when he really doesn’t have a place to go, he’ll just drive until he’s almost out of gas

-he’s a very good liar, but he actually lies a lot less than most people assume

-he always smells like smoke, not like cigarettes, but just smoke?

-his favorite color is blue

-you know his ring that he gave to Sylvia? according to ponyboy, “he rolled a drunk senior” to get the ring, but that’s just what he told people. his mom actually gave it to him before she passed away

-he decided he’d never let anyone else wear it unless he truly loved them

-and he actually thought he was beginning to love Sylvia when he gave it to her

-so when she cheated on him, it hurt a lot more than he let on

-he decided he wanted to give it to johnny, bc he knew johnny didn’t have much and he was really the only person dally loved

-but johnny died before he had the chance to do it

-johnny reminded him of himself as a kid. his parents didn’t care much about him and he turned mean and bitter because of it

-and he knew johnny might become the same way, so he kind of dedicated himself to making sure that didn’t happen

-the only reason he stayed in Tulsa after he left New York was bc he met the gang and johnny, and he realized that he had to save that kid before it was too late

-and he began to feel like that was his only purpose in life, so when johnny died…he had to die too

-to summarize, dallas could be a loyal and selfless motherfucker


IMAGINE: Steve and (Y/N) broke up a while ago. Since they broke up, they managed to salvage their friendship. Steve, being Steve, decided to set her up with one of his friends. It was the right decision though wasn’t it? So why was he feeling all these emotions when he saw them together? 

[gif is not mine. hope you guys enjoy it -let me know what you think]

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The road to love has its ups and downs. You may break up, move on, meet someone nice spend a few years with them…but eventually, you may realise that the person that you’re meant for you already dated them. Like the cliche, if you’re meant to be, you’ll find a way back to each other.

“I still cannot believe that you’re setting her up with someone!” Sam exclaimed as he loudly placed down his glass. “Natasha agrees with me.” The woman in question nodded as she too sat down. “I thought you guys were going to be together forever.”

Steve shrugged, sipping his drink, “I guess it wasn’t just meant to be.”

“Bullshit!” Sam yelled. “That’s utter bullshit.” Steve arched a brow and looked quizzically at his friend. “What? Look, everyone knew that you guys were great together and everyone thought that you would end up together. You seemed so in love with each other.”

Steve sighed loudly and readjusted his seating position. He took a deep breath once again, “Look Sam, (Y/N) and I were great together, but sometimes the road that you’re both on just ends because you’re just too different, or timing.”

“So if it wasn’t for timing you guys would be together?” Natasha asked.

Steve looked at (Y/N) who was now currently laughing with his close friend. There was something stirring deep down inside him and he didn’t know what it was. He looked at the people standing side by side. He smiled despondently at Natasha and Sam, without a word he raised his glass up and downed his drink.

The two friends looked at each other worriedly. Without another word, they too drank their drinks in solace.

“So are you ever going to call him back?” Steve asked as he poured her a coffee. He looked at (Y/N) who flipped her head to the side, she scrunched up her nose and shrugged. “(Y/N).”

“Steve,” she smiled as she picked up her coffee. “He’s a great guy.”

“If he’s such a great guy then why don’t you call him back?” He passed her a donut, and started eating one himself. Steve watched as (Y/N) silently took the donut and started picking at it. “Why are you picking at your donut? You only do that when you’re nervous. Wait…why are you nervous?” A second passed. “YOU LIKE HIM!”

She made a disbelieving noise and dropped her donut, “Psh! No,” she shook her head. “Definitely not.”

Steve dug out his phone, “(Y/N), I know you better than anyone could ever know you.” He slid the phone to her, “Now, call him.”

“I don’t like him Steve,” she replied back defiantly.

“Say his name.”


“Say his name,” Steve said again.

“Robert,” she spoke. Just as he was starting to doubt his theory, a small smile started appearing on her face.

“Aha!” He accusingly pointed a finger at her. “Call him.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and picked up the phone, she unlocked it and scrolled through the contacts until she found Robert’s name. She showed the dial screen to Steve, as soon as she heard Robert’s voice she started speaking.

As Steve watched his former love talking to her possible new love, he felt a small crack in his heart. He stood up straighter, wondering why he was feeling these emotions right now. Things were surely over them, wasn’t it? But as he watched as (Y/N) smiled and laughed at whatever Robert said, the crack began to get larger as time wore on.

“Why are you here when she’s over there?” Tony pointed to the dancefloor where (Y/N) was currently dancing with Robert.

“I’m not sure if you got the memo Tony, but (Y/N) and I broke up a year ago. They started dating six months ago.” Steve explained as he gulped down another whiskey.

Tony made his infamous disbelieving face. “So?”

“I’m not you Stark. I have morals.”

“Morals, shmorals. When it comes to true love, nothing matters except getting the person in your life,” Tony elaborated.

“You have the weirdest morals.”

“At least I’m not watching the love of my life be with someone else.” Tony to prove his point, looked to where Pepper was. Like the movies, she looked at him when he looked at her. She raised her glass and gave him a soft smile. “Go get your girl back before you see her walking down the aisle, and it’s not you she’s walking towards.”

Steve looked up to where (Y/N) and Robert were still dancing. How many dances were they going to do? “We’ve both moved on.”

Tony looked disbelievingly at Steve, then looked at the scene where the other man was staring. He looked back at Steve with a fond smile, “Have you though?”

“So you and Robert, huh?” He walked up to her, a glass of whiskey in his hand for her. She turned around from the balcony and smiled at him. Her hair flowing, he could see the goosebumps appearing on her skin. He passed her the glass and shook himself out of his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders.

“Thanks Rogers,” she smiled at him and tightened the jacket around her. She looked back at the New York skyline, fixated on the twinkling lights. “Me and Robert.”

Steve coughed into his hand, “How are you guys going?”

She tilted her head from side to side, she took a sip from her drink. “If you put our relationship on paper then,” she blew out a breath, the air fanning her bangs to fly upwards. Steve chuckled at the action. (Y/N) swirled her drink around, pouting and then chugging it. She took the glass in her hand and started scratching the design on the glass.

He bumped his hips against hers, “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

(Y/N) looked at Steve, a small smile appearing on her lips. “Did you know that he hates it when I talk during documentaries, especially the nature ones? Or how I weirdly dance in public places? Or how I talk to my cats? ”

Steve smiled against his will. He remembered all of those weird quirks she had and more. He treasured all of them, well because, that’s what made her (Y/N). “Yeah, I remember.” He smiled at her, and she smiled fondly at him.

“Don’t you think that people should wait for the people who doesn’t just tolerate or tries to change you because of your little quirks, but actually kinda likes them? Smiles fondly because of them? Isn’t that the person you’re supposed to end up with? The person you wait for all your life?” There was an emotion in (Y/N)’s eyes that he’s only ever seen once before. Sadness.

He wanted to say something. This was the moment that could make or break them. That could make them have the future that they’ve always wanted together, or just be friends and always wanting that something extra. Steve took a deep breath and decided to go for it.

“Maybe the person that you’re waiting for is ready now.” He turned to look at the skyline, afraid of meeting her eye.

However he could see from his peripheral vision that she bit her lip. She put a finger on her lip, “I think he is as well. Although, I think he might need to wait a couple more weeks, there’s just something I need to do.”

Steve moved closer to (Y/N), “I’ve waited all my life for her. I think I can wait a couple more weeks, I mean we have the rest of our lives.”

He watched as (Y/N) laughed while on the dance floor. Steve felt his chest tighten as he saw her laughing carelessly.

Tony clinked his glass with Steve’s, “I have to say, kudos Rogers. Kudos.” Steve smiled at his friend, and for the first time they felt a bond between them.

Steve looked on as (Y/N) saw him staring at her, excusing herself she moved towards him. She picked up her dress and started walking quickly towards him. “Are you seriously going to stand here by yourself all night?”

Steve shrugged as he looked at her. She was beautiful under the lights, a small smirk on her face. “I want to dance with you, come on.”

She pulled his right hand, the object on her left hand glittering under the light. It was much like the lights he often looked at outside in the balcony. “I’ve already danced with you.”

“First dances don’t count,” she looked at him pointedly.

He laughed as he felt her pulling him towards the dance floor. “I have the rest of our lives to dance with you.”

She pulled him closer to her, her arm wrapping around his waist. They moved together as one. “But I want to have as many dances as I can with you Mr. Rogers.”

Steve smiled down at her, his left hand rubbing her back. The metal ring gliding across her back. “I promise you’ll have as many dances as you want, Mrs. Rogers.” She smiled the only way people truly in love smiled. Like they were looking at the person in their arms like they were actually the whole world.

They moved together across the dance floor, her hand that held the engagement ring he gave her five months ago, and the ring he gave her just a few hours ago glittering under the light. Without a doubt everyone knew that they were meant to be. Soulmates that found each other.

He tightened the grip he had on her. For a few moments in his life, he lost the one person that meant more to him. But as luck would have him, they found a way back to each other, and damn anyone who thinks he would ever let her go again.

talkitivejaguar reviewed: My request is the first time they talk about their fantasies. Kids, a house with high ceilings and large windows, getting reconsideration for something other than magic etc


“So… how many kids do you want?” Juvia asked, smiling, while she had her head on Gray’s chest where their fingers were entwined, a leg over his and her body pressed against his side. “Juvia wants a bunch.”

Gray snorted and played with the ends of her hair. “As long as ‘a bunch’ means ‘only two at most’, it’s cool with me.” He frowned and stopped playing with her hair for a moment. “But… uh… you don’t want them… now, right?”

Juvia chuckled and looked up to him. “Juvia thinks she wants you to herself for a couple of years first, Gray-sama.” She gave him a peck on the lips and smiled. “After, lots of babies.”

“Okay, you say it like that but let’s make it clear it will be two, tops. If we actually like the first one, that is.”

Juvia laughed and then looked down to her finger, where the beautiful ring he had given her just a couple hours before, was. “Juvia still can’t believe we are getting married.”

“Better believe it.” Gray he said. “It took me a while to ask.”

“Now you won’t get rid of Juvia anytime soon.” She beamed at him.

Gray snorted. “When have I ever could?” Juvia rolled her eyes playfully, knowing very well he wouldn’t have her any other way. “We are going to need a place of our own. My apartment barely fits me.”

“Oh, we could try to find a house. With a garden, big windows. Juvia wants a house full of light and a beautiful colorful garden.”

“Makes sense, knowing you.” He told her. “Would you have been a gardener if you hadn’t turned out to be a mage?”

Juvia shook her head. “No. Juvia can grow some plants and that’s it. If she hadn’t become a mage, Juvia thinks she would’ve turned out to be a baker. She does like to bake.”

“And your baking is pretty good, you would’ve done well. As long as you wouldn’t draw us on top of the bread.” He smiled at the memory of the first batch of bread of hers he had. “Let’s  make sure we get a house with a kitchen of your liking so you can bake more often.”

“Thank you.” She kissed his cheek. “Now, what you would’ve been if not a mage?”

“No idea.” He shrugged. “I would’ve probably jumped from one job to another around the country.”

Juvia nodded and after a moment, she asked: “Do you think we would meet if we weren’t mages? Being mages is what made our paths cross.”

“We would’ve met one way or another.” Gray said.

“Juvia would like to know how she, a baker, would cross paths with drifter Gray-sama.” The water mage wondered.

“It would be an interesting meeting, that’s for sure.” Gray told her and Juvia chuckled. “Now, let’s go to sleep. I have a hunch you will need all your strength to break the news to the guild.” He sent her a knowing look.

“Juvia has been waiting this way too long to not shout it at the first opportunity.” The blunette smile’s widened, then. “Besides, there’s a bet going on about which couple would get engaged first and we really should tell them it is us.”

“They are betting on this? I can’t believe it.” He shook his head lightly. “You know what, I do believe it; this is exactly what they would do. Stupid morons.”

Gray started to rant about all the reasons their friends were idiots while Juvia watched him, utterly happy and glad to be in his arms.

I’m nothing special

Summary: Bucky meets Y/N. Y/N thinks she’s nothing special but Bucky thinks differently…

A/N: This was rushed I’m sorry but enjoy it anyway! Not read through either…

Bucky woke up to the same routine that he had for the past three weeks. Wake up, eat breakfast, work out, work with Wanda on his mind, check in with Tony, eat dinner, sleep. Ever since coming back from Wakanda they were on lock down in the tower for a month on some kind of probation period. It was times like theses Bucky missed the 40′s, the man he used to be and how easy it seemed to work his way around the world.

He woke up to knocking on his door, one more week and Bucky was free for a while until training started for him becoming an avenger. It was Steve “shaking up the routine Stevie?” Steve rolls his eyes and leans his left side into Bucky’s door frame “Tony’s called off our probation Buck, your a free man. For a while at least.” Bucky grunts acceptance and shuts his door but when the lock clicks into place he fist bumps the air and does a little dance. He goes to breakfast in his red Henley and black jeans, greeting everyone with high spirits Wanda and Nat give him strange looks. Whilst shoving cereal down his throat he shrugs his shoulders at the girls and Nat states “Bucky not that us girls don’t appreciate the taut shirts but wouldn’t you like some new ones?” He shrugs again now placing his bowl in the dishwasher, heading down to the lab his thanks Tony for cutting the probation and whilst the air and tension is still thick between them. The smoke seems to be clearing and Tony actually acknowledges him and shakes his hand which puts a spring in Bucks step therefore he decides that maybe he will treat himself to some new shirts.

Steve drops him off outside the retail shop that towers over Bucky making him feel like a kid in a candy store. Walking through the shop his rough hands brushed over the material some of the shirts coarse against his hands, others were soft. Bucky gets caught up in the women’s section for no reason than he was astounded by the change from the 40′s, the range of material, the lower cut tops, the shorter skirts and just about every difference he can identify. A head pops around the rail of clothing and he jumps back a bit, raising a hand in surrender the Y/H/C haired girl comes around and speaks in a slow tone “can I help you with anything Sir? A girlfriend your shopping for maybe?” His eyes widen because how does he explain to this cute worker that actually his 100 years old an obsessed with the softness of silk because he spent 70 years as a killing machine? So instead he replies with  a simple nod, the waves indented into her hair seems to have caught his voice from his throat. She gives a toothy grin that clasps his throat, clapping her hand he notices her delicately manicured nails. “What are we looking for then? Dresses, tops, shorts, underwear?” The spun off list gives Buck a headache but he mumbles something about dresses and goes speeding off towards the end of the shop, black dress swishing to her movement. She has already yanked down three by the time his caught up “what’s her style…” She pokes him for a name and he splutters out “Bucky.” She smiles at the stranger and finishes it off “ok Bucky what’s your girls style?” He rubs the back of his neck, fumbling around in thin air for an answer.

“I don’t have a girlfriend! I like the feel of the silk ok? That may sound weird but if you knew my situation it would make sense, I actually need t-shirts.” He pants for breath after the out burst and the blushing girl now starts to slowly put away the dresses, walking back towards where she came from she shouts out “its a shame! That red wouldn’t have matched your shirt!” Bucky walked in with nothing and left without nothing and basically dropped his dignity off at the door.

Bucky thinks if he leaves it a week then the girl won’t be there and he can shop in peace but a part of him wants to see the girls soft skin again. Walking in with a cap on his head and making a b-line for the men’s section he looks at some and realises he now doesn’t understand 21st century sizes. Screwing his hands into his eyes with the crumples t-shirt in his hands, “actually shopping today?” The voice he knows pops up behind him. He turns and gives a small nod, since he dropped is dignity off last time he dives straight in. “It’s to long to explain really but I don’t understand half of theses sizes may you help me ma’am?” She places a hand over her heart “I’m swooning Bucky! Call me ma’am again and I’ll buy the clothes for you!” She laughs and his ears pipe up at the sound, delicate but deep enough to ring through the men’s level. Taking the black long sleeved one from his hand she looks and snorts “well this is a size extra small so defiantly not for you love, your more of an extra large.” Bucky’s slightly offended at the ‘extra’ but his mind is hazed by the love. He see’s her name tag reads ‘Rosie’ so he asks her “Rosie why am I an extra large I’m not exactly fat?”  Her ears prick up at his voice but she looks at her name tag and shakes her head “no no my names not Rosie! I take peoples name tags so creepy guys don’t have details on me. My names actually Y/N.” Holding out her free hand he shakes it.

Half an hour later she has the grown man trudging behind her with six different shirts in her folded arms. His still pre-occupied trying to work out why she gave him her real name and why she has to hide it in the first place because no women should have to hide behind a fake name. Ringing up his order they talk about small stuff, she in this job for money to fund uni, she goes home only for Christmas and birthday’s and Bucky lives in the richer parts of NYC.

When Bucky gets home the girls are waiting on his bed ready to judge his purchases. Sitting crossed legged Nat pulls out the final top and lifts up a piece of paper “Bucky there’s a phone number here?” He snatches it and it reads

‘Give me a ring, I’d like to see those tops outside of the shop floor for a change.’

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Why Don’t You Ask Her

A/N: Three months later and this is finally being posted. I don’t know if it’s actually been three months, but the point was that it’s been a long ass time. Sorry to whoever requested this btw.
I feel like the ending uses names too much, but like the same pronouns can get confusing okay? 
Never the less, I hope y’all like it.

Pairing: Jughead x Fem!Reader

Words: 2,838 

Warnings: swearing, angst (lmao this became way more angsty than i had intended it to be), and that’s all I can think of

Request: (From the dialogue list) 16 with Jughead please. Like the reader feels like she isn’t good enough because Jughead is always writing and hanging out with Betty or something!

16. “You make me feel like I’m not good enough.”

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On May 5th, 1993, three eight-year-old boys from West Memphis, AR, disappeared while riding their bikes around their neighbourhood. Their naked, beaten, and hogtied bodies were discovered in a drainage ditch the next day, in a local patch of woods known as Robin Hood Hills. Christopher Byers, Michael Moore, and Steve Branch had been subjected to a vicious beating, and two of the boys had been mutilated.
Three local teenagers were charged with the brutal triple murder - Jessie Misskelley Jnr (17), Jason Baldwin (16) and Damien Echols (18). In two sensational trials the trio were found guilty of the murders, and Damien Echols - the presumed ringleader - was sentenced to death. Baldwin and Misskelley were sentenced to life terms plus 40 years.

In 2011 all three accused struck a plea deal with the State of Arkansas and were released from prison after serving 18 years.

Over the years, four documentaries have been made about the case, all of them arguing that the ‘West Memphis 3’ are innocent and a miscarriage of justice occurred when the three teenagers were convicted of the murders. These documentaries are most peoples introduction to the case, and in many respects they skew or omit details of the crime to make the West Memphis 3 appear innocent. While these documentaries make valid criticisms of the investigation and the justice system, they fail to deliver the full, truthful story of the tragic murders. Without further ado, here’s the evidence you never get to see that points to the guilt of the West Memphis 3:

(NOTE: this post doesnt contain any source details because the website that contains all the case documents is currently inaccessible. I promise I will add the links and source details when I can access the website callahan8k.com again)


Its a little known fact that Echols, Misskelley, and Baldwin could not provide alibis for the night of the murders. The alibis presented in 'Paradise Lost’ and 'West of Memphis’ have been heavily distorted and/or lied about, so lets see what the three accused REALLY got up to on the night of May 5th:


In 'West of Memphis’, several shorts of footage from Jessie Misskelley’s trial shows a number of witnesses confirming that Misskelley attended a wrestling match with friends on the night of May 5th, 1993. An (undated) registry with Misskelley’s name on it and a photo of a wrestler is offered as proof that Misskelley was out of town on the night of the murders.

What 'West of Memphis’ conveniently leaves out is the footage of Jessie’s alibi witnesses being cross-examined by the prosecution. When questioned, every single one of them gave conflicting stories about who attended the match, who drove, where they went, and the places they visited. While all of them confirmed Jessie had tagged along on at least one trip to a wrestling match, none of them could say for sure if he was present on the night of May 5th, and receipts produced by the prosecution seemed to point to the fact that the wrestling trip with Jessie actually occurred several weeks before the murders.
In 'West of Memphis’ Misskelley’s attorney Dan Stidham complains that the jury “didn’t pay much attention” to Jessie’s alibi. Why is that? Because Jessie’s alibi witnesses gave such contradictory evidence that the jury didn’t believe them.


An interesting point to note is that none of the documentaries made about the case even bother to give Jason Baldwin an alibi for May 5th, 1993. Why? Because his alibi claims to police were so vague and unbelievable his defense lawyers didnt even try to submit them in court. This is an highly unusual step for the defense to take - if Baldwin had given them an alibi that seemed even half decent, his lawyers would have certainly submitted that evidence in trial.

The fact that Jason Baldwin’s lawyers didnt even bother to submit an alibi means only one thing; their client could not provide a single bit of proof he was elsewhere on the night of the murders.

Baldwin’s lawyers were aware that he had no proof of alibi, and they knew the prosecution would use this fact against him during cross examination. So they did the clever thing and did not bring up his alibi at all during the trial.

In the years since the murders, Jason Baldwin has never given an explanation for a lack of alibi nor has he attempted to provide one. His actions on the night of May 5th are therefore a complete mystery. Or are they?


Damien Echols’ alibi claims have been heavily distorted over the years, most notably in 'West of Memphis’ where alibi witness Jennifer Bearden (who was 12 at the time of the murders) claims she was on the phone with Echols all night on May 5th, 1993.

The murders of the three children are widely believed to have occurred between 6:30pm and 8:30pm on May 5th, 1993. Jennifer Bearden’s claim she was on the phone with Echols from 5:30pm to 9:30pm is presented as concrete proof Echols did not commit the murders.

“….she [Bearden] had been on the phone with Damien and Jason during the afternoon after school until about 9:30pm”

- Jennifer Bearden in 'West of Memphis’

In actuality, Damien Echols originally claimed to have talked to FOUR different girls at home between the hours of 4:00pm and 10:30pm on the night of the murders. This immediately contradicts what Jennifer Bearden says in 'West of Memphis’ where she claims ONLY SHE talked to Echols on the phone during the hours in question.

Whats more, Bearden’s statement she reads on camera in 'West of Memphis’ (above) is actually misleading; in the statement she gave to police on the 10th of September, 1993, Bearden states she rang Damien Echols at Jason Baldwin’s house between 4:15pm and 5:30pm, talked to BOTH of them for twenty minutes, before Damien told her to ring him back at 8:00pm because he and Jason were “going somewhere”.

Here is the part of Bearden’s interview with Bryn Ridge where she confirms this, verbatim:


RIDGE: About what time was that call made to Jason’s?

BEARDEN: Between - it had to be somewhere in between 4:15 and 5, something like that….5 or 5:30

RIDGE: Who answered the phone at Jason’s?


RIDGE: And did you talk to Damien?

BEARDEN: Yeah I talked to Jason for five minutes and the (inaudible) with Damien and he wasnt talking because they were playing video games with his little brother Matt

RIDGE: Okay, and after that conversation you had with him?

BEARDEN: He [Echols] said him and Jason were going to go somewhere, him and Jason were going somewhere, and that he, um, wanted me to call him later at his house around 8 and I said okay

RIDGE: Okay, did he say where he was going to go?



The above statement is Jennifer’s own words, transcribed by police four months after the murders. They directly contradict what she says in 'West of Memphis’, where she claims to have talked to Damien UNINTERRUPTED between the hours of 4:15 and 9:30.

Bearden’s interview with Bryn Ridge clearly demonstrates she rang Echols between 4:15-5:30 pm, talked with Echols and Baldwin for twenty minutes, before Echols told her to ring him back at 8:00pm. Furthermore, Bearden’s statement implies Echols was out WITH Jason Baldwin between the time of her first phone call at 4:15pm and the time she rang him back at 8:00pm.

Further down in her police statement, Bearden says she attempted to ring Echols again at 8pm, like he requested, BUT WAS TOLD HE WASNT HOME. Here is the excerpt from that statement, verbatim:


RIDGE: Okay, and when you called back about 8?

BEARDEN: His grandmother said he wasn’t there, and that I was supposed to call back around 9….and I called back around 9:20, 9:30 and I talk to him [Echols] for a little bit, but then I had to get off the phone because I wasn’t supposed to be on the phone after 9:30


Bearden told police in her statement that she rang Damien’s house at 8pm like he asked, but his grandmother (Francis Gosa) told her he wasn’t there. This is a HUGE piece of evidence against Echols. Not only does it prove Echols lied when he told police he was at home all night, but it places him outside his home WITH Jason Baldwin during the crucial hours the murders are believed to have been committed. The murders are thought to have occurred between 6:30pm and 8:30pm, remember? Jennifer Bearden’s statement only covers the time between 4:15pm to 5:30pm and after 9:20pm. She tried to reach Echols’ at 8:00pm, but couldn’t get a hold of him.

Contrary to what is presented in 'West of Memphis’, Damien’s Echols’ whereabouts are unaccounted for between the hours of 5:30pm and 9:20pm. Again, the murders are thought to have happened between 6:30pm and 8:30pm. Jennifer Bearden’s police statement does not support Echols’ claim he was at home all night talking on the phone. His other alibi witnesses - Holly George, Heather Cliett, and Domini Teer - further damage his alibi claims with their own police statements:

1) Holly George
Holly George told police she spoke with Damien Echols around 3:30pm on May 5th, 1993. She only called Echols once that day. Holly also claimed she and Echols engaged in a three-way phone call with Jennifer Bearden, and she only talked to Echols for five minutes.

There are several contradictory details in Holly George’s statement - she claimed to have talked to Damien AND Jennifer via three-way calling, yet Jennifer doesn’t mention a three-way call in her interview. Holly also states she rang Damien around 3:30pm and their conversation didn’t last past 4:00pm, which conflicts with Damien’s assertion he spoke with her much later in the evening.

George also mentions in her statement that she talked to Jennifer Bearden after the murders, who told her that she (Bearden) had spoken with Echols after George rang him, and tried to reach him later that evening but he wasn’t home. Jennifer Bearden confirms this in her own statement (above)

2) Heather Cliett
Heather Cliett is another girl whom Damien Echols claims to have spoken to on the phone on the day of the murders. In statements given to police on June 7th and 8th - immediately after Damien was arrested - Cliett stated that her, Holly George, and Jennifer Bearden had talked on the phone via three-way calling on the night of May 5th. She said Damien only joined the conversation around 10:00pm.

As you can see, Heather Cliett’s version of events are dramatically different from Holly George’s statement and Jennifer Bearden’s statement:

- Holly George claimed she had a three-way phone call only with Damien and Jennifer; she did not say Heather was also present during the three-way conversation.

- Jennifer Bearden does not mention a three-way call at all in her statement, despite two different people claiming she participated in one.

Since all three alibi witnesses - Bearden, George, and Cliett - gave conflicting statements about a three-way call between them and Damien, its impossible to know whether the call actually happened, and who was present if it DID happen. The important thing to note is that Heather Cliett states she talked to Echols AFTER 10:00pm, and did not talk to him before. Cliett’s statement doesn’t support Echols’ assertion he was at home until after 10:00pm.

3) Domini Teer
Domini Teer told prosecutors on the stand she spent the afternoon of May 5th with Damien Echols and Jason Baldwin. Domini was Echols’ pregnant girlfriend at the time.

She told prosecutor John Fogleman that Damien came to her house around 1:00pm on the day of the murders, and the two of them waited for Jason to come home from school, which he did around 3:25pm. Teer then states her, Damien, Jason, and a friend called Ken walked over to Hubert Bartoush’s (Jason’s uncle) house to watch Jason mow the lawns.

Teer tells Fogleman the time they arrived at Jason’s uncles house was around 4:00pm. Here is an excerpt from her testimony, verbatim:


FOGLEMAN: Okay. About what time did ya’ll get to his uncles?

TEER: Um….4 o'clock, something like that

FOGLEMAN: 4 or 4:15, something like that?

TEER: yeah, it was around there.


Domini told Fogleman after she, Damien, and Ken arrived at Jason’s uncles house at around 4:00pm, the three of them watched Jason mow the lawn.

Domini Teer’s testimony on the stand conflicts with Jennifer Bearden’s statements to police - remember, Jennifer told police she spoke to Damien AND Jason on the phone between 4:15pm and 5:30pm that day. Domini, however, told a prosecutor that she, Damien, Jason, and another friend went to an uncles house to mow the lawn, and they arrived there around 4:00pm- 4:15pm.

Damien cant of been on the phone with Bearden and travelling to Jason’s uncles house with Domini at the same time. One of the girls is either lying or mistaken about the times they were in contact with Damien.

Domini Teer also stated in court that after she and Echols watched Jason mow the lawns, she and Damien was picked up by his mother around 5:00pm. Damien’s mother dropped her home around 5:30pm, and the two didn’t speak again that night until 10:00pm when Damien rang her on the phone.

Domini Teer’s testimony only covers Echols’ whereabouts for the hours between 1:00pm and 5:30pm, and after 10:00pm on the night of May 5th. Her testimony clashes with the statement of Heather Cliett who also claimed to have talked to Echols around 10:00pm.


The testimony of Damien Echols’ alibi witnesses makes for confusing reading, as all four of them contradict his claim he was home all night, and with none of the statements actually providing him with an alibi: when compared together, not a single one of Damien’s four witnesses can vouch for his whereabouts for the hours between 5:30pm and 9:20pm on the day of the murder.

A lack of alibi in itself is not irrefutable proof of guilt. But when you consider the fact NONE of the three accused had a solid alibi, as well as the evidence that suggest at least two of the accused- Echols and Baldwin - were together walking around during the hours in question, it begs the question: where exactly were they? What were they doing? Why couldnt a single one of their witnesses verify their claims?

I just watched the Molly Sherlock scenes in the empty hearse again…. I just…. omg! The flirting! The way he looks at her! Ahhhhhh!!!!

Okay, collecting my thoughts. I’m going to break it down as I see it. Note* this is just my opinion/interpretation of those scenes… I do not pretend to have any clue as to the motivations of the writers or actors during these scenes.

1. Sherlocks welcome back: Sherlock goes to Molly right after he sees John. Why is this significant? Well, Molly knows that he is alive, so she shouldn’t be a high priority on his back from the dead tour, but he goes to her straight after John. (I’m even toying with the idea that he sees her first… see bottom of post for more on this.) we have all seen the gif (I don’t know how to make it or find it or I would add it lol) when they first see each other at Barts in the locker room. The focus is on Molly but you can still see him smile in the reflection of the mirror.

2. When he is waiting for her to come over to ask her to go crime fighting: he is nervous. You can see him mouthing words to himself. (Figuring out how to ask her?) note* at this point I think he already knows about her engagement, I think he knew that from their first meeting.

3. That whole scene when he asks her: like omg! When have you ever seen him be so diplomatic? It reads so much like him attempting to ask her out I’m not surprised she thought he was. And when she finishes his sentence for him, the look he gives her! His eyes! (Okay at this point my nose was literally an inch away from the screen as I watched on slow motion) he looks at her like: well, yes. Obviously.

4. The cheating husband case: “Your not being John your being yourself.” ….. do I really need to say more here? Come on! Okay fine: she is sitting next to him! John always sits opposite him, and the clients sit on the desk chair and get judged. This time the client sits in John’s chair with her husband standing next to her. Sherlock is deliberately creating changes to his routine so not to make Molly feel like she is a substitute.

5. The catfish case. Again, Sherlock seats the clients in another part of the room….. look at his history people! Every case, he always sits them in the same spot. Except for when he is with molly… not only that but look at his face as he holds the client’s hand… also he holds the client’s mother flipping hand!!!! Could you get more out of character??? This case is a 2 at best, but he looks so much like he cares. Why would he do that? Why would he waste time talking to the client, she is obviously upset and irrational.. traits that Sherlock detests, and yet there he is. “And you really thought he was the one didn’t you…. the love of your life.” *looks straight over to molly* Even as he explains the truth to Molly he does it quietly, with caring in his voice. Rather then his usual MO of just blurting it out… (also notice that all these cases are around lovers, cheating or not being what they say they are…. like maybe he wants her to think about her relationship…) and then he serves up the clients dad. Which again is out of character, he wouldn’t care.

6. The case with lestrade: he is totally showing off for her! Okay head cannon, John talking to him? That’s his own self doubt sneaking in. Eg. M: “Your on to something aren’t you?” S: “maybe.” John’s voice: show off… he is actually showing off then lestrade asks him about Molly and he says he is giving it a go. He says that because it’s not his choice if this continues, it’s hers. When lestrade asked him about John he answers diplomatically and walks over to stand near Molly. *Note: the ongoing proximity thing he continues to stay by her side the whole day. So then she goes over to the body and he heads straight over next to her again, she notices he proximity and steps back apologising. He reassures her and John tells him he is jealous. Jealous of what I ask you? How does that work any other way? He is jealous because she steps away, because she is with someone else. That’s why he’s jealous. When he picks up the manifesto he blows the dust off away from Molly, just another little thing I noticed that shows he cares. He also shows it to her first before lestrade. When she tells him it’s impossible, he leans in and says “welcome to my world” the intensity in his eyes is just fantastic! Then John calls him a smart arse. This is because Sherlock is trying to get Molly excited by the work, like he did with John. Because having her around solving case with him is the closest thing he can get to being with her. Then John tells him he forgot to put his collar up, he forgot to look cool so she would want him…. when he accidentally calls her John, well he’s done that before. Plus he has John in his head at the time. (I don’t really have anything for this if anyone else wants to add in their own head cannon I would love to hear it)

7. The train case: so much flirting, I’m just going to repeat that SO MUCH WITH THE FLIRTING! He spends the whole time paying more attention to Molly than he does the case, eg. The girlfriend joke. Someone posted on here once that they were surprised that Sherlock didn’t pick up on the missing car straight away. This is because he’s not looking at the footage, he’s looking at her…… I watched like 6 times. (I know I’m totally obsessed!) but he really does, you can actually see him looking at her not the tape.

8. When he comes out of his mind palace: he talks about maps, but as he goes past Molly he changes the subject and asks her out…. yes he was asking her out, it’s Sherlock…. he is the master of subtly….. this is the moment where he sees if he has managed to sway her…… this whole day, the cases he chose, the showing off. All of it was to show her that he was better than the man who gave her that ring. So he makes his final play and asks her out…. but it doesn’t go well does it. She calls him out on the day. Molly Hooper is not an idiot. She knows what he is doing and she asks him point blank about it. He knows he lost the game so he does one more very unsherlock type thing…. he tells the truth. “The one person he thought didn’t matter at all to me, was the one person who mattered the most.” He never breaks eye contact here. And then, he lets her go….. his face when she starts to talk about Tom, that wistful smile! Be still my beating heart! He tells her he is happy for her, that he wants her to be happy. He didn’t even do that for John with Mary! But lets just take a look at that for a second shall we…… it’s established that Sherlock hates change. He has always found fault with every relationship around him, John’s girlfriends, Molly’s boyfriends. Even mrs Hudson’s relationships are not off limits. When he met Mary he deduced her and found her acceptable. But he has never met Tom. He would never let his friend date someone without judging them first. But he lets her, because he doesn’t think he deserves her. And then oh my goodness the kiss, right up until his lips hit her cheek you cannot be sure he isn’t going to kiss her properly. His face is completely open and without manipulation, he never breaks eye contact. How could anyone see that moment and not realise he loves her? How?

Okay back to my head cannon that he goes to Molly before John. First of all, his nose is fine, if he went straight after John it would have at least been red… but it wasn’t, and then there’s the cut on his lip, the obvious cut on his lip…. also missing.and then there’s the lighting. We know that it was late at night when he saw John but it was bright at the hospital. You can see the light coming in from the windows hitting the lockers. But when he goes to see lestrade it’s dark again. Therefore he goes to see Molly first.

Ok so that is my head cannon break down of Molly and Sherlock in TEH let me know what you think! Do you agree, disagree? Have anything to add? Did I get anything wrong?

Stuff I remember from the Ava’s Demon formspring (part II)

- If Ava hadn’t insulted Odin, he wouldn’t have planned to dump her off on the next planet. 

- Pedri’s mask is the skull of Wrathia’s previous husband. 

- Wrathia and Pedri truly loved each other. 

- Pedri is supposed to look like a mummy.

- We will see what a failed pact looks like. (dun dun dunnnn)

- The booze that Gil gave Maggie was actually poison. Maggie survived because she’d already pacted with Tuls. (Damn Titan, you scary.)

- We will see Odin blush a lot more.

- Ava tried on Odin’s ring because she had never owned jewelry before.

- The scars on Ava’s arms are from Wrathia’s failed attempts to kill Ava/induce her to commit suicide. 

- A host doesn’t have to die in order to make a pact with their demon. That was just Ava’s particular situation. 

- Maggie’s door knob is not a type of collateral from Tuls. Again, just a unique Ava situation. (So no, the door knob isn’t Tuls’ heart or anything) 

- Every host will have some sort of entrance to their bodies like Ava’s drawer and Maggie’s cupboard. 

- The gang will “maybe” be in a situation that calls for formal outfits. 

Slow Burn - Part 5 (Final)

Pairing: firefighter!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,177

Summary: The reader is reluctantly setup on a blind date and it doesn’t go as planned. Is there an instant spark or is it a slow burn?

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“Damn. You look good, baby. As always.” Dean compliments strolling into your room.

You wink at him and walk over to your ridiculously large jewelry box.

“I just need to put on some jewelry and my heels then we can go.”

Dean nods his head and walks over to where you are. He’s so nosey.

“Hmmm.” You hum looking through everything.

“So many choices.” Dean makes fun of you.

“Shut up.” You say while putting on a silver Michael Kors bracelet.

“This would match…if you want.” Dean holds out his ring.

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