he would do anything for her


Hades requested to judge Percy and Annabeth personally after they died Poseidon and Athena were worried at first, but between Aphrodite’s knowing smile and Persephone reassurances that she would not allow her husband to do anything terrible they agreed, as it turned out the reason why Hades wanted to judge them himself was because he felt that they did so much for the gods that they pretty much lived 3 heroes lives and allowed them into the isles of bliss without live three times

anonymous asked:

Hi there! You're so talented with your songs and it seems like you have a lot of inspiration to spare. If you ever needed/wanted a prompt during this silly hiatus, how about a bughead Southside serpent!au ? One of them is a serpent, one isn't. Could be pretty interesting to write!

Oooohhhhh, good one! Let’s make Betty a bad girl!
She shifted uncomfortably in the heavy leather jacket that was draped over her shoulders, her unruly blonde hair flying every which way, she hated this part, the waiting, the suspense.

Betty Cooper was hardly ever asked to participate in Drug deals, although she was a serpent they all knew better than to put her in those situations, unfortunately for her F.P had practically begged her, they needed leverage and everyone trusted the tiny little blonde with the sea green eyes.

Truth be told, Betty would do anything for their fearless leader, he had taken in her in when she turned fifteen, set her up in her very own trailer, she had responsibilities of course, take care of the children, make sure everyone was fed and if it came down to it, she had to be ready to fight. She was eighteen now and she loved each and every one of the serpents, especially F.P.

She could still remember the day she ran into the older man, school backpack on her shoulder and tears running down her cheeks, she hadn’t even realized she had ended up in the trailer park until he led her into his kitchen, slid a half empty bud light towards her and let her tell him everything.

Her parents wanted to send her away to the nuthouse, they thought she was crazy. She had been so caught up in school work and her infatuation with Archie she had become spacey and distant, that was enough for her parents and they were ready to ship her off. She found her bags packed by her door when she came home from school one day and her parents sitting on the couch, she turned right around and never looked back, she filed for emancipation and has lived in the trailers ever since.

She never got the chance to tell her friends, Joaquin told her it was better to just leave it, like ripping off a bandaid, they would be sad but they would move on. Joaquin was her best friend, he kept all of her secrets and she had been there for him when he cried on her shoulder after his breakup with Kevin, claiming it was too dangerous to be involved with a serpent and he wanted Kevin safe.

That brought her back to today, the long haired boy brushed a hand over her shoulder, an unspoken rule they had. When one or the other looked nervous they would brush each other’s shoulders, unspoken moral support.

“You’re short.” F.P barked, dropping the bag with the money and moving dangerously close. The man on the other side seemed surprisingly unphased by the gang, he had his own group of people and they were all smiling wickedly.

“Oh are we? Perhaps we can offer you something else? I heard you’ve been missing your son. What’s the boys name “Jughead” ? We can deliver him to you.“

Betty stiffened and moved to stand beside her leader.

No. No one was going to hurt Jughead. No matter what’s

F.P had the balding man by the collar and was pushing him so hard Into the wall Betty feared for the bricks.

"You keep my sons name out of your mouth, you fat bastard or I swear to god money will be the least of your problems.” He growled.

Betty had heard the story of Jughead and his father. at first she had been hesitant to believe the older man, she cared about Jughead more than anything and this was the man who had caused him the most damage, but when F.P broke down one night, downing his entire flask of vodka and crying “he’s my son, I just wanted to make it okay, I love him. Jellybean got sick, I had to pay the hospital bills, there was no other way. I’m in it now, I’m in it for life, he doesn’t get it, this is my family too.” She had felt her heart break for the broken family, it seemed like he had lost something to the Andrews as well, while Betty lost her heart F.P lost his son. Jughead was not living with Archie and his father and when F.P came back to the park especially angry, it was a sure sign he had seen the “extended family” at pops.

The fat bald man put his hands up as the serpents prepared to take on the rest of the group, Betty laced up her combat boots tight, and stepped forward in her denim shorts.

“Woah, woah. Keep it cool. We have the money, we were just making sure it was an even trade.pass it over Bruce.”

Suddenly a heavy duffle bag was thrown into Betty’s arms as “Bruce” eyed her for a little too long causing one of the older men in the serpents named Hause to growl, Hause was everyone’s favorite uncle, he was funny but absolutely terrifying.

Betty counted out the money and nodded toward F.P “it’s all here.”

F.P released the man from the wall and smiled goofily “pleasure doing business with you, well keep in touch.” He threw a lethal glare at the man and hopped onto his motorcycle. Betty followed suit, getting on Joaquin’s, the duffel bad draped over her shoulders.

As soon as they hit the trailer park gates, Betty sensed something was wrong, it was in the air and it made her anxious.

Joaquin grabbed her hand and helped her off the bike, “F.P is wearing the same face as you, do you two know something I don’t” he whispered in her ear.

She rolled her eyes as a shiver shook her spine
Smiling she shrugged “I don’t know there’s just something in the ai….” she was cut off when her eyes connected with the one and only

“Jughead? What are you doing here son? Is everything okay?” Jugheads father approached him but he never took his eyes off Betty. If the world would swallow her up right now she would be eternally grateful.

Shaking himself slightly Jughead turned to his father, his eyes still glancing at Betty, jaw lightly slack

“Yeah, I uhhh. I wanted to talk, I brought dinner, I figured.. I’m sorry what the hell? Betty?” Jughead shoved the bag of food he was holding into his dads arms and made his way over to Betty, she glanced at Joaquin for help but he was slowly backing away with his hands up, this was her fight and he wasn’t going to get involved.

Joaquin knew the feelings Betty harbored for the youngest Jones boy, she had kept them hidden putting all her time into Archie because he was safe and she had thought he was certain, shows how much she knows.

“Jughead” she whispered softly.

“Betty Cooper?” He asked awestruck, she looked so different, gone was the skintight ponytail replaced by long messy honey blonde curls that reached a little above mid back, her normal sickly pale skin was now a golden tan with a few oil stains, she had replaced her pink and blue cardigans for a leather jacket and her bright green eyes didn’t seem so sad. She looked amazing “ it’s been three years? Where have you been? What are you doing Here? You didn’t tell anyone, any of us not even Veronica.”

Betty felt her heart ache at the mention of her once best friend, she nodded at Jughead “okay ill explain everything, let’s head to my trailer okay?”

“Your trailer? You live here?” Jughead asked, his eyes wide as she led him away, throwing F.P a reassuring nod. He put ten fingers up and raised a brow, he meant that he would be coming over in ten minutes to make sure everything was okay. She nodded again.

As soon as they reached her trailer she put the key in the lock and let him in. He looked around, it was purely Betty, none of her parents influence, just Betty’s. there were flowers and picture frames, children’s toys scattered about the center and cookies and pies lined her kitchen table, it was warm and candles were everywhere, clothes were piled in a hamper and shoes were neatly lined up by the door. He drew his eyes back to Betty and she was wringing her

“I know it’s not much, but it’s home” she shrugged

“It’s great, I mean.. it’s really nice.. Betty. What happened?” He asked gently, turning to face her fully.“

Sighing she nodded towards the center of the room, where a comfortable couch was littered with soft blankets and squishy pillows, he made himself comfortable and instantly felt at home, that was the Betty Cooper affect he supposed.

She took a seat beside him and began, telling him everything about her parents, his father, her jobs, Joaquin. By the time she was finished she was exhausted, crying and thoroughly starving.

"So that’s it, that’s why I ended up here, that’s why I couldn’t tell anyone. It was just easier.” She slid off her leather jacket and headed towards the kitchen table. Bringing back a tray of cookies she sat down and offered him one, although he was still slightly in shock at all he had heard he was never one to to turn down food, as she placed the plate on the little table, he gripped her wrist, his fingers running gently over the little S tattoo in the shape of a snake.

“I understand why you’re here, you did what you had to do, I understand that. I’m happy you found a place to be yourself, I wish I could have been a part of it, I should have seen what they were doing to you, maybe I could have prevented everything, I don’t know, but you’re happy now, I can see that and that’s all that matters, I don’t care that you’re a serpent, this is part of you and I like every part of you, good and bad. Now that I know, you’re not gonna be able to keep me away you know that right?” Jughead said softly moving her hand to his chest, And smiling

Taking a deep breathe Betty sighed happily, dropping her forehead to his

“You don’t know how much I’ve missed you Jughead.”

He smiled, his nose brushing hers

“No Bets, you don’t know how much IVE missed you.”

Opening her eyes, she found herself lost in his stormy blue oceans, he was moving closer and she moved her mouth to his, just as their lips were about to meet the door slammed open to reveal F.P. Standing in the doorway his eyes wide

“Dad!” Jughead groaned

“Woah! I’m sorry, it was too quiet, I’ve been waiting outside the door. I’ll go! I’ll go! You kids carry on.” He moved to walk away before popping his head in again “but don’t carry on too much.” He warned with a jokingly stern eyebrow wiggle.

Jughead groaned again, dropping his head to Betty’s shoulder as she erupted in giggles before grabbing his hand

“Come on Romeo, I think you’re dad wants to talk to you.”


Darcy Lewis x Spencer Reid

Prompt Theme: Random AU

Prompt: Internet Friends AU


“You’re panicking, why are you panicking?” Garcia looked on wide eyed as Spencer paced her office.

“She wants to meet.” he replied more to himself than anything.

“Who wants to meet?”

“My internet penpal.” he explained.

“You have an internet penpal?” Garcia asked. “You have an internet friend who’s not me?”

Spencer sighed. “Focus Garcia.” he told her. “What do I do?”

Garcia looked confused. “You…go meet them?” she suggested.

“Are you insane? I can’t do that. What if their a psycho or something?” the reply he got could peel paint.

“If you’re really worried about that I could look them up for you. You know I can. It’s kind of specialty of mine.”

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They found her in the woods.

A Negan&daughter idea thats been brewing in my head for some time now. Let me know if you want more. Enjoy.

 Travis was having a spectacularly shitty day. He and his boys had been providing slim pickings lately- through no fault of their own as far as he was concerned. Especially seeing as the areas they’d been given had already been turned over a few times.

But these things have consequences and just that morning Simon himself had warned him that if they didn’t find something worthwhile soon, they would find themselves working for points again and that would simply not do.

So they looked again. Through the desolate buildings, every drawer, under every bed, every glove compartment. They spread out covering a long line a few acres across and trudged through the forest for something. Anything.

Which was when they found her.

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Worth Fighting For: SnowBaz Fanfic

There’s something Simon finds completely unsettling about noise.

It’s piercing, loud, and too much of a sensory overload. However, the lack of noise is also quite unsettling. He doesn’t know which he would prefer if he had to choose. He does know, though, that anything other than the deafening ring that’s blaring right now would be amazing.

Just seconds before, everyone was talking. They were all pestering him, getting into his personal space, asking if he was alright or if he needed anything. Eventually, Baz got them to leave the room. Agatha was the last to leave, having to be dragged away by Penny.

“And what the hell can you do for him that we can’t?” she had yelled at Baz.

“Agatha,” Penny insisted, clasping a hand around her upper arm, “now is hardly the time!” Dev and Niall had looked back from their place on the stairs, perhaps considering if they needed to step in. “Come on,” Penny continued, looking Simon in the eyes with a look that conveyed a silent, upset apology.

“Fine!” Agatha had shouted, breaking her arm free from Penny’s grasp and pushing past Dev and Niall, bounding down the stairs and into the night.

“We’ll come ‘round tomorrow,” Penny murmured. Then, as if she thought better of what she had said, she added, “Well, perhaps just me, and I can collect Dev and Niall as well.”

“Thank you, Penelope,” Baz rasped out, his voice long gone, “for everything tonight. We’ll see you tomorrow.” With that, Penny quietly walked out of the doorway and down the stairs, and Baz closed the door.

This leaves them where they were now. Simon looks up at Baz, holding the cold icepack against his bruising cheek and swelling jaw. Baz turns around from his place against the door and walks over to Simon, sitting on the chair opposite him.

“I know that they were all bombarding you earlier with this question,” Baz begins, “but are you really okay?” Simon nods, stifling the groan he feels at the pulsing pain. Baz brings his hand up, lightly taking the icepack away from Simon’s face and inspecting the damage. “That was such an idiotic thing you did,” he adds.

“I was protecting you,” Simon insists, reaching out his bruised knuckles and lightly running his finger over the several cuts above Baz’s eyebrow. “The spell they cast at you was weak, but you were hurt. What else was I supposed to do?”

“Maybe assess the situation first,” Baz suggests with a hint of disdain very present in his voice. “You’re right when you say that the spell was weak. But that also means I could’ve easily handled myself.”

Simon shakes his head, this time failing to conceal his pain. “That’s not what matters here. They hurt you, and it wasn’t like I was going to wait and ‘assess the situation’. I guess I just wasn’t considering the fact that people who have friends will be helped when you punch them.”

Baz gets a sarcastic chuckle out of that, then replies with, “You may be brave, but you’re such an idiot sometimes.” He then murmurs, “Get well soon,” and Simon immediately feels a rush of warm magic spreading soothingly into the side of his face.

“Thank you,” Simon whispers. He hums at the aftermath of Baz’s magic flowing through him. It’s not like his own that’s all burning and smoky and harmful. Baz’s magic is like the soothing heat of a fire after a harsh snowstorm. It lingers and runs through Simon’s veins slowly, spreading a previously unknown warmth everywhere.

When Simon opens his eyes, Baz is looking at him quite seriously. The cuts above his eyebrows have dissipated, which makes Simon think that Baz used that healing spell on himself as well. “Simon,” Baz utters, and his voice is smooth again. It comes from low in the back of his throat, and he continues. “I know that you know that not everyone is as accepting and enthusiastic about this a Penelope has been. Hell, I didn’t even get to tell Dev and Niall. I’m pretty sure Dev’s intuition was enough for him, but I think Niall was in the dark. And I think Penelope was the one who went and said something to someone.

“All I’m saying is that you can’t expect everyone to love this.” He clenches his jaw and bites his lower lip, which Simon has noticed he only does when he’s thinking about something rather difficult. “You can’t fight everyone who doesn’t agree with this. With us.”

Simon nods numbly, though he wishes Baz was wrong. He wishes that he could shake people’s shoulders until they understood that this was the same love everyone else who didn’t have to come out has to give to their partners. Simon wishes he could break down the invisible barrier that history put up between people like him and Baz and people like Penny and Micah. (Even though Penny isn’t technically as straight as a pole.)

“Okay,” Simon agrees, closing his eyes and nodding once more. “I understand.” Baz smiles weakly, and Simon is sure that he feels the exact same way. It’s actually probably worse for Baz. Simon knows he grew up in a home with enough closets to get lost in, and he knows that Mr. Pitch hasn’t exactly accepted the idea of Simon ravishing his one and only son. Though his stepmother is quite nice, even if it just is so Simon doesn’t feel like a raging lunatic in their mansion.

Baz brushes his thumb over the spot where Simon’s bruise was and licks his bottom lip again, this time slow and deliberate, like he’s debating on whether or not it was a good move. Slowly, Simon leans in closer to where Baz’s face was already close and closes his eyes. Baz doesn’t wait, moving in as well and meeting Simon halfway.

Simon realized long ago that kissing Baz was so amazingly different than kissing Agatha. Kissing Agatha was easy, and it always felt like somewhat of a chore. Kissing Baz is easy, but it’s also the hardest thing he’s ever had to do. It’s more difficult than ancient texts that he has to decipher in class, easier than breathing, and just about as difficult as a maze is. Simon has to keep his hands low but also know when to move them but also know when too much is too much for Baz and himself alike.

So when he pulls back, it’s not because he doesn’t want to stay. It’s because that’s the only way he knows to keep Baz. Simon is constantly terrified of ruining…this…whatever that may be. They haven’t actually asked to be boyfriends, and Simon knows that should be the furthest thing from his mind right now. He should be worrying about the trouble he could get in for fighting or about the test he has to study for, if he’s even allowed at the school by this time tomorrow, but all he can think about is Baz. And Baz’s lips. And Baz’s lips on his own.

“You should rest.” It’s Baz who speaks, and it’s after a minute of knowing silence passes between them. A silence that’s comfortable, where Simon’s eyes are closed, and their faces are only centimeters apart. If he wanted to, Simon could reach out and pull him back in for another kiss. ‘Just one more. For me.’

“I know,” is the whispered reply from Simon. “I should do a lot of things. Like not fight complete arseholes where anyone could see me.” Baz just smiles that one. It’s his smile that says that he’s trying not to laugh because Simon is a dork and not funny and…and Baz runs out of things to tell himself after that.

“Sleep, Simon,” he mutters, standing slowly and outstretching his hand. Simon takes it, walking to their two beds to make one that they share together. Simon strips of everything but his boxers, slipping into the silk sheets that Baz’s family always sends him to school with. He makes fun of it every year they come back, though this year it was definitely playful. Baz joins after a moment, making Simon scoot over until his back is pressed comfortably against Baz’s front.

“Goodnight, Snow,” he murmurs into the skin at the nape of Simon’s neck.

“Goodnight, Baz.”

Hush, Little Baby

‘This is how we like to do it in the murder scene, can we settle up the score?’

He couldn’t understand why the part of him that wanted to murder her always lost to another part that he hated more than anything else, the part that actually gave a fuck if she was breathing or not.

Suicide Squad-verse Joker x Harley.  CONTENT WARNING: Explicit descriptions of gore, blood, angst below the cut. Sensitive readers are warned.

She was about to break a rule, but it was not like she had a choice.

A handful of Ephedrine and a few sharp tools would be her way out, and he would never have to know. She remembered the imprint of his fingers around her throat, him growling through his teeth: You only live for me.

Not that she wanted this. She had not asked for it, and though she knew Harleen would, she pushed that thought away. That was a life Harleen had wanted, and Harley had said goodbye to her long ago. The very mention of her made the Joker’s eyes cold and taunting. She knew what she had left behind.

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anonymous asked:

Maybe the whole bartender thing is going to be like Hook/bar wench scene in 3x17 when he tried (and failed) to move on from Emma. The writers do love their parallels.

lol like Emma would ever actually move on and with a bartender that she literally just met. If anything he’s probably there to serve drinks since that is his job and hand out advice or maybe as someone else said maybe he’s Gideon in disguise and follows her home.

I hate this whole maybe Emma will try to move on thing anyway, because it’s a shitty idea. Why the fuck would they do that? And hell to the no.

connorxxmurphy  asked:

okay but i would love you forever if you gave me zoe and connor sibling angst like i need more sibling stuff in my life pleeeeeeaaaaasssseeeeee :) :) :)

Anything 4 u ;)

And i made it angsty,,,, very angsty…..

Also i made zoe into how i view her? Like that girl has two sides to her ya know…


Connor was standing- more like hovering at Zoe’s door. She put her book down, already annoyed with him.

“What do you want?” Turning to her older brother, she was surprised. The wall he usually had guarding his emotions was gone. Her sharp tone had obviously hurt him. A pang of regret pushed through Zoe, but she ignored it. Feeling sympathy for her brother was something that Zoe wasn’t even sure she could do anymore.

Connor looked down at his hands. He seemed smaller than usual. Physically he was still tall but how he was holding himself made him seem like a small child. A scared child. Zoe was a little confused about the 180 of personality that Connor was showing, but brushed it off. This was probably some prank or something.

“I-” Connor was quiet. “I just wanted to say that I was so-” Connor suddenly stumbled, his body falling. He managed to prop himself against Zoe’s doorframe. He was paler than usual.

“Connor, get the fuck out of my room. You are on some weird drug, and I don’t want you to stink up my room with it.” Zoe said as calmly as she could. Connor looked up at her with something that kind of looked like panic in his eyes. “Go!” Connor managed to shove himself back onto his feet, and walked unsteadily back through the hallway.

Zoe let out a sigh of disgust and picked her book back up again. God, who did he think he was, coming in-

There was a loud thunk. Not the “I dropped a dictionary” type of thunk, more like “A body just dropped” type of thunk. That was followed by smaller thunks, like something small was falling off of the shelf. It came from Connor’s room. Zoe put down her book nervously. She had to at least check on him- he was probably fine and just playing some stupid joke on her, but she had to check.

Zoe got off of her bed, and grabbed her phone (just in case). Slowly, she walked through the hallway to Connor’s room. His door was open completely, something Zoe hadn’t see in a while.

Connor was on the floor. His chest was falling up and down rapidly, and his hand was twitching.

This wasn’t a joke.

Zoe ran into the room, and pulled out her phone. She dialed 911, and kneeled down next to her brother.

“Zo,” He whispered. “I-” His voice was weak, and his eyes were beginning to become cloudy. He reached out his hand towards her, but Zoe didn’t touch him. Zoe stayed a distance away from him, talking to 911. “L-love, y-you,”

Connor’s body stopped twitching, and his outreached hand dropped. Zoe watched this happen. He didn’t struggle to keep his eyes open. He let them shut, and just like that, he was gone.

Connor Murphy was dead.

Zoe looked at him for a few seconds before informing the people on the phone that he was dead. She got up, carefully keeping her eyes on the wall. She walked out of the room, and closed the door.

Connor Murphy was dead, and Zoe couldn’t bring herself to care.

She loved watching her husband fuck another woman. Especially when he picked a younger, bustier, more attractive girl. It just gave her such a wave of contentment to know he was happy.

She had felt this way forever. Well, for ages anyway. Ever since the first time, which was… No that wasn’t right. Why couldn’t she remember another time? She knew for certain that she had watched him fuck dozens of women before, it was perfectly normal for them. She just couldn’t remember a single other occasion. Maybe the hypnosis they had been doing to help her stress relief was messing with her memory?

Obviously it would be nice if he fucked her too, but she understood that she couldn’t expect to get his attention when there was such a hot little piece of ass for him to play with, and she was a hot piece of ass. She had always been attracted to women, but never done anything about it, although she couldn’t really understand why now she thought about it or even remember a girl she had a crush on. That didn’t make sense because the sight of this girl in her cut-off shorts, low cut top and stripper heels had made her mouth positively water. Right now she was hoping hubby would let her lick his cum from the girls slit when he was done, just like that time in… Well when they.. Huh. What was wrong with her memory today?

She would have to ask him about it. Maybe he could fix the problem. She always felt better after a hypnosis session. She loved being hypnotised. The deeper the better. She would (could?) never say no to him trancing her, ever since… Wait when did her start hypnotising her? She knew for absolute certain they had been doing it for a number of years, but she couldn’t remember a single time except yesterday afternoon.

Something wasn’t right. She was going to ask him about it. As soon as he was done fucking that slutty little whore. In the meantime she would go back to hoping he would let her lick them both clean when they were done and fantasising about being the girl her husband chose to fuck for a change…..

anonymous asked:

Tony and Kerry definitely love each other and i have never witnessed chemistry of this nature very rarely, i'm not sure i think they are married or that he fathered her kids but i definitely think they would do anything for each other and as Kerry herself said love comes in different forms. I am glad you had a good time last night :)

Agree. If their official marriages were not so freaking weird, I would just think they are amazing friends who support each other. There are just too many other weird factors.
And thank you, I had a blast!

anonymous asked:

If you were senior producer at emmerdale, how would you personally write Rebecca out of the show? (pls do your worst)

Okay…this is how I would do it.

First off, Robert tells Aaron the truth. They have a massive bust up and Aaron leaves. They are apart for a little bit, during which time Robert is seen being miserable around the place. They come back together after AARON decides he would rather put it and prison behind them and move on. They reconcile and are happy. During this time Rebecca has been flaunting her “relationship” with Ross, becoming more and more annoyed when Robert isn’t playing ball and being jealous. When she sees him and Aaron happy again, she snaps. She decides she wants Robert, and she will do anything to get him. She begins bombarding him with texts and calls, creating “emergencies” for him to come round, and getting angry when he doesn’t, or when he ditches her for Aaron.
This all leads to her becoming obsessed, she wants Aaron gone because that’s who is in the way of her and Robert. She goes full on bunny boiler- lies about pregnancy scares, tries to make out that Robert is still in to her, planting those seeds of doubt in Aaron’s mind. Robert tries to ignore her but she makes it a mission to always be there. Even when they go away for a few days, she finds out where and “runs into them”.
Robert warns her to back off, telling her that he doesn’t want her, he will never want her. She’s nothing to him. When he turns to leave, she hits him over the head, knocking him out. She gets him to an abandoned place and goes a little Misery on him- ala Emma and James. Only this time he manages to get hold of her phone and calls Aaron in a panic.
Aaron finds them, with Cain in tow and they find Robert- he’s bloody and beaten, tied to a chair, Rebecca has full on lost it. While Aaron is untying him, she comes in and whacks him. She didn’t see Cain watching out and calling for help. Aaron falls unconscious as Cain tackles her, pining her down and telling them to call the police. She gets her arm free and stabs Cain with a shard of glass on the floor. Cain falls down and she climbs to her feet and stands over Robert, telling him no one is going to come between them- if she can’t have him then no one can. She moves to stab him and that’s when Aaron shoots her. Killing her instantly.
The police and ambulances arrive and take them all to hospital. Once they’re all fixed up, Robert and Aaron can get on with their lives. Happy. And together.

That or Robert strangled her to death when she tries to hurt Aaron. One of them. Either way I want her dead. Not able to come back. Ever. :D

csilla-nocturine  asked:

Truth or Truth: Chizuru, if you were given one day where Hijikata had to do whatever you said from sun up to sun down, what would you have him do?

Chizuru blinks. “I’d tell him to take the day off,” she responds. “Hijikata-san works too much, and too hard. Everyone needs a break now and again, and he’s no exception. In fact, I think he needs it more than anyone.” She lifts a contemplative hand to her chin. “I wouldn’t force him to do anything in particular, though,” she adds. “If he’s just going to get back to work as soon as the sun goes down anyway, I think Hijikata-san should spend the rest of his free time however he wants. That’s the purpose of having a day off, isn’t it?”

I see many people are assuming that baby Borden is going to follow in Amy’s footsteps because she’s a girl. We’re gonna need A LOT more seasons or a huge time jump to know if that’s true. Babies don’t really do much besides eat, sleep, and poop for quite a while. I doubt we’re going to see anything regarding her future beyond her name for a while. It will likely be more about Ty and Amy and how they balance their careers with parenthood. If we do ever get to see anything about her future, I think it would be cool if she loved motorcycles AND animals like her dad. Girls tend to be have their dad’s wrapped around their little finger too so it would be interesting to see Ty struggling to not spoil her. If Merlin is any indication, he’s gonna be total sucker for her.

anonymous asked:

If CP faked her death because she was upset that Joker wouldn't let her do a crime by herself how would joker react if one day he decided to do a crime to clear his mind he runs into his "dead" daughter who was going to blow up the same place. She was disguised so he didn't recognize her at first until he heard her laugh.

At that point, after experiencing the pain of losing his daughter, he would just be happy to have her back. While he thought she was dead he’d be overwhelmed with grief and guilt and give anything to go back and let her do what she wants. It would seem very trivial if she was dead, which she’d know and that’s why shed do it I bet. So when they were reunited he’d completely let her go and do her own thing especially after seeing she’s capable. 

anonymous asked:

Zayn hasn't said one bad thing about Harry why would he be mad about Harry releasing a single? Even Louis said there's no bad blood between the 5 of them and if you're mad about that person he followed on twitter the gag is she also really hates Zayn as well. Why do you want to create animosity and then say it'll be bigger than anything Zayn could do when he's actually doing really well for himself. Just focus on harry.

So anyway…

Do any of you remember that show Tabatha’s Salon Takeover? That shit used to be my jam. I loved it when she would have every stylist in the salon book a client so she could critique their skills. She could be so mean, but you know that she knew her stuff. I’ve always wanted to get my hair done by her. She wears all black, all the time, too. That’s wild.

oneangryshot  asked:

westworld if you're feeling it umm maeve/hector 'bound' or maeve/clementine 'safe' <3

It would be so easy, she thinks, to turn him in. His hands are tied to the headboard, his rifle and pocket knife and who knows what else in the puddle of his clothes at the foot of the bed.

She wouldn’t even have to turn him. She could do anything she wanted. Well, could do anything she hadn’t already tried.

“Are you just admiring the view?” he asks, breaking her reverie. “Or are you planning what to do with me next?”

“Both,” she says, puffing away at her cigar. She rolls onto her knees, lets him take a drag.

“You’re a peculiar woman,” he tells her as she straddles his thighs. “Not like any I have ever met.”

She’s heard that before, and she knows it’s true. She is peculiar, and most men don’t meet women like her. They always want her to know, for some reason. As if she’s never been told she’s peculiar. As if she’s ever believed she was a normal woman.

She could tell him he’s unlike any man she’s ever met, because that’s also true and men like to hear that sort of thing; but somehow, she doesn’t think it’s the right thing to say. She lets him have another drag, watches in satisfaction as his lips close around the cigar, his eyes never leaving hers. “Do you know,” she says, affecting her usual bored tone, “I always thought it was the other way around.”

“Pray explain,” he says quiescently.

“I always thought bandits were the ones tying people up.”

His eyes glitter. “A common misconception. I, myself, rather enjoy being tied up.”

“Oh, darling, I know,” she assures him. “And I’m willing to keep your secret safe, so long as you do one thing for me.”

“Anything, Cariña.”

She unwinds the rope from the headboard, pushes him down so that he’s lying flat on the bed. She climbs up the length of his body (and God, what a body) and braces her knees on either side of his head. She never does this with other men, never takes her pleasure from them like this. But Hector likes it, if his eager ministrations are any indication. He likes when she takes what she wants, even if it’s on his dime. He likes…her. Maeve. Not the madam, not Miz Millay. Maeve.

And, well, she thinks, gripping the headboard as her legs give out, she thinks she probably likes him too.


Luke & Lorelai // parallels throughout the series“It’s no big deal.”

Kurt Cobain: was mentally and physically abused by his biological father because he had ADHD and was hyperactive which bothered his dad.

Kurt Cobain: his parents didn’t want him to play with poor kids because he was “better than them” and he was forced to wear a sweater he was allergic to so his mom would brag how her kids “were the best dressed kids in town”

Kurt Cobain: thought he was the reason of his parents divorce since his parents usually argued about his up-bringing which made him feel guilty and embarassed 

Kurt Cobain: witnessed his mother being abused by her boyfriend who once broke her arm and felt guilty because he couldn’t do anything about it

Kurt Cobain: moved to live with his dad in a trailer trying to improve their relationship but his dad ended up marrying another woman after promising his 10 year old son not to remarry

Kurt Cobain: couldn’t get along with his step-mom because he felt that if he would love her he would betray his mom and because his father treated his step-siblings better than him which made him withdrawn and deprssed 

Kurt Cobain: he had minor scoliosis but both of his parents didn’t care which caused several physical problems in the future mainly his stomach problems

Kurt Cobain: was forced by his father to practice sports and left his father’s house when he was 14 after a huge argument because he lost a wrestling match 

Kurt Cobain: his mother didn’t want him to come live with her so he had to move from relative to relative. None of his relatives afforded his stay which made him feel depressed and un-wanted

Kurt Cobain: moved to live with his mom and her husband and he was constantly abused by his step-dad for being a virgin and single and often called him “loser” and “faggot”

Kurt Cobain: was bullied in high school for being friends with a gay boy and because he was intersted in arts while the other boys were interested in sports

Kurt Cobain: started smoking pot when he was 13 to deal with his depression and his mother didn’t bother to stop him because she was also smoking pot that she hid in her jewerly box and she even once took a drag from her son’s joint at a party

Kurt Cobain: got kicked out of his mom’s house at 17 because he brought a girl with him to impress his step-dad who would always brag about how many girls he slept with when he was in Kurt’s age

Kurt Cobain: was homeless when he was just 17 and he would sometimes sleep in the library, in the hospital waiting room or on cardboards and he NEVER complained to anyone about it

Kurt Cobain: had to quit school at 18 to find a job to afford his bread and rent a dirty and smelly shack and he went through several jobs including being a janitor at his own high school

Kurt Cobain: he was kicked out of his appartements several times because he couldn’t afford to pay the rent until moving in with his first girlfriend when he was 21

Kurt Cobain: suffered from severe stomach problems because he had  a pinched nerve in his spine caused by his untreated scoliosis and he didn’t talk about it because he didn’t want to bother people which later made him medicate himself using heroin in littles doses to kill the pain   

Kurt Cobain: would sometimes stop in the middle of the performance to check if the people who stage dived were ok

Kurt Cobain: heard the story of a 14 year old girl who got raped and wrote a song about her (Polly) 

Kurt Cobain: hated sexists, racists and homophobes and didn’t want them to come to his shows and always expressed his annoyance because of their presence

Kurt Cobain: respected women dearly and encouraged feminist movements (like Riot Grrrls) 

Kurt Cobain: tried to quit drugs and went to rehab twice in a row. Once when his wife was pregnant and a second time when his daughter was born

Kurt Cobain: accepted to play a benefit for rape survivors in Bosnia and Herzegovina and didn’t get a dime for his performance

Kurt Cobain: wrote a song about rape (Rape Me) because he wanted to attract media’s attention to that issue and kept playing it despite the critics and the controversy that surrounded the song

Kurt Cobain: played a gay rights benefit supporting No-on-Nine

Kurt Cobain: stopped in the middle of the song to defend a girl who was being harrassed and kicked the man out of the show after making him feel ashamed about himself

Kurt Cobain: used his fame to promote good bands who weren’t famous and was bothered by media’s focus on his band only and openly expressed how he thought bands like Soundgarden and Alice In Chains were better and deserve more recogniation

Kurt Cobain: didn’t want to be called “a voice of a generation” because his drug use was exposed and he didn’t want to influence anybody negatively and he felt that he was judged by media which deepened his depresion because of his insecurity and made his drug addiction worse

Media: Kurt Cobain was a rock star junkie who hated fame and commited suicide because of it at age 27

People: Kurt Cobain is an emo pussy! He was a coward for killing himself and he was a junkie loser! He was always complaining about how his life sucked and the only thing he did is whine and sing about depression!


chuck + the importance of blair/his love for blair.

“I’ll always love you.”

the signs feeling intense anger

Every sign can reach the stage when the mind just ‘quits’, no matter how laid back they are. check mars and moon!

Aries: She feels no anger. She feels rage. The intensity, the strong, sometimes short but intense feeling of emotions was something she was familiar with, but what she did hate was the feeling of anger she could mostly never shake off. It was always there with her, she let her rage out and it seemed like an exploding volcano. All she saw was red, there was too much energy flowing inside her bones that she could not get rid off and so she let out her anger, and she did not care who would see her like that. ‘I am fire and you will get burned.’

Taurus: He was angry. Angry with the world, angry with this unsteadiness, angry with the fact, that he could not do anything to stop the current situation. Long, slim hands pulled him out of his nest and threw him hard on the ground. He flinched as a cold breeze came and took away all his warmth. “No, do not take everything away from me!!”, he screamed but the dark did not listen. Gritting his teeth he felt his temper raging, long horns started to grow out of his head and he shook his head, trying to get rid of the feeling of losing himself. 

Gemini: Emotions were an construct. A map with a thousand of points, connected with each other by a small, small string. No there was a knot in the strings, there and there was nothing else he could do to untie them, to clear up this mess in his head. It was like the road for his thoughts was blocked and now everything just piled up. Irritated he shook his head, even communicating was hard and the knot in his head slowly transformed in his whole body. Then his mind just quit. Rash action. 

Cancer: She could not tame herself anymore, she got hotheaded again and knew the will easily fall in an tantrum again. Followed by this feeling of guilt: why me? Why this unfairness? Why the need to upset others and be upset? In the end a wave of intensity and sadness washed her away before she could get a hold of herself again. And getting back to the surface after being pulled down by the ocean would cost her a lot strength. Strength and a long time of swimming through these endless waters. 

Leo: “I do not like this”. It all started with the feeling of unfairness, adding a a little bit of hurt to the shattered self that lay on the ground. “I cannot let them now I am hurt! I will not allow them to touch me gain that deeply.” She opened her mouth and showed her long, sharp fangs. She roared. It was loud and vibrant. Whetting her claws she narrowed her yellow, fiery eyes. “Pray for yourself”, she whispered before sprinting to her prey. 

Virgo: The head was a like a working space. There were many files and papers he read, worked with, analysed, only to put them into a new file that was stored somewhere in his office. “Wh- what is this?” This certain piece of paper  was not like the others. Unreadable. Impossible to put somewhere, therefore it was just out of order. “I..I have the control..”, he said, his hands starting to shake. “I..I have the control over it…I have the control..”, he repeated unsteady before standing up and shredding the unknown paper. He started breathing hysterically, what was that? This brooding fear inside of him? “Control…”, he said one last time before shattering the mirror and flipping his precious work desk. 

Libra: These thoughts. These worries. These fears. She did not know what to do. How was she supposed to handle? “It is their fault!!”, she cried. But at the same time is was her own fault. She cried quietly, feeling like she wanted to let everything out, but couldn’t reveal herself, because everyone next door was sleeping. She did not want to disturb them with the mess of feelings. “I will ignore it. Swallow it.” But it was far too much to keep on pretending. She felt like being on fire, but she still smiled. A poisonous, deadly smile. Everyone should feel her poison sting inside their veins. 

Scorpio: His anger is intense. It’s like a thunderstorm with roaring thunder inside of him. His heart is beating and he wants to destroy, cry and scream. He wants to let out his darkest thoughts, he wants the world to feel his pain, transformed out of the bitterness. But in the end, he remains silent and waits till everyone left. He could hurt anyone right now, but he know it’ll be no good, knowing that he will destroy for sure if he demonstrates his power. So he balls his fists and closes his door. Outside of his bedroom you can her the thunder roaring. 

Sagittarius: ‘Do not stop me’, was all she thought. These feelings were caging her. No matter what she did to distract herself, the anger would haunt her after all, so the minute it became to much she snapped. She could be free spirited and joyous but deep emotions were something completely different, especially anger. Because she was not only the laughter of joy but indeed the stomp of a herd of wild horses swirling up dust as they made their way through the steppe. There was raw force and energy inside of her and that needed to get out, now. 

Capricorn: Get a hold of yourself. Get a hold of yourself. Now. But there was no way to get himself under control. There was this dam inside of his head that stopped this enormous river of feelings of overflowing. Now, there were little cracks in the once so strong concrete and each of them plainly showed the nerves he lost from time to time. He sat at his desk, swallowed and closed his eyes. Suddenly, the dam broke. The raging float of dark water swallowed him completely. 

Aquarius: She saw it often on other people. Anger. She watched them live it out, stomping with their feet, raging, screaming, shouting. Now? She felt it herself. “I know this, this familiar”, she explained to herself. But familiar did not mean good. She knew her temper tantrums for when she was young. She knew that destructiveness could be a part of it. “I do not want that. I will not.” Suddenly a dark, whispering voice talked to her: “You do not choose to be out of touch. You are not your own master.” She widened her eyes anxiously. And suddenly, it was like she was 7 again. 

Pisces: Anger? Anger, he felt it so deeply, anger and the need to cry out of frustration, he did not want to feel it anymore, the worst thing that ate him alive right now. So he grew bitter. “I can turn nasty”, he thought. “I will be the worst if you make me feel this again.” And so he did. So he became the feeling of anger and bitterness himself. As he looked in the mirror he couldn’t recognize himself anymore. Dark, red eyes starred at him, tears flowing.