he's trying to kill me on purpose now

12x11 coda

It’s not like he hasn’t had this conversation a thousand times before. It shouldn’t be any different this time around. 

“The first monster you killed was just a poltergeist. You were 13.”

“What? I knew how to fight monsters when I was 13?” Dean asks, incredulous.

A rush of affection hits Sam hard. He knows, logically, that Dean losing his memory is a bad thing. But. “You taught me how to shoot a gun when I was 7. Dad was so pissed.”

“So our dad did this, too? We’ve all been fighting monsters all our lives?”

“Pretty much. Family business, you know?”

“OK, so who else in our family fights monsters? Is it just you and me, are we all each other’s got?”

Sam lowers his flashlight and slows down for a second. It’s a weighted question, and Dean doesn’t even know it. “Uh, no. Long story, but our mom is a hunter, too. She doesn’t live with us in the bunker though.”

“The bunker? Is that the place you were talking about a minute ago?”

“Yeah. You and I live there, and sometimes Cas does, too.”

“Cas?”

Sam turns and very nearly shines his flashlight right in Dean’s face. “You don’t remember Cas?”

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anonymous asked:

y'know, I never thought I could hate a character more than I hate Umbridge but then Wanda happened. I just... can't. fucking. stand. her. And then it's Clint... and even Natasha who betrayed Tony and I just need a life and friends and hobbies bc I spend all of my time obsessing over Tony and wanting him to be cared and loved and ok and I just... I HATE THEM!!!

Listen… before I get on to the Wonderfully Infuriating Subject of Wanda Maximoff, I’d like to say that I have 99 problems with Civil War, and the characterisations of my Good Boys Clint and Steve make up a good 95 of them. Just be warned, this rant is long and whiny as fuck.

I honestly really disliked Clint in Civil War, which sucks because he’s my Dumpster Son and he deserved better than just being reduced to The Guy With The Arrows, you know? What were his motives??? He was retired, he was spending time with his family, and then he just upped and left because ..what…Cap batted his eyelashes? Like… he had nothing to do with the accords. Nothing. He probably didn’t even read them; I mean Vision asked him to consider what he was doing and he did this Really Cool Eye Flicker™ before just saying ‘yeah lol okai considered bro’ and I mean?? You have children??? 

And then of course, the scene on the Raft. It’s kind of amusing in an infuriating sort of way, because I mean this is basically Clint summed up in a short piece:

Clint: *Breaks Law* For justice :))

Clint: *Is put in jail for breaking law*

Clint: :0 :0 This is UNJUST!!!!

And I mean, he appears to blame 100% of everything that happened on Tony, which I guess one could do when they’re angry and imprisoned and their other friend is standing on the other side of the bars. I can kind of get that from an objective point of view..? But? No? He’s an adult and he broke the law? That is… that’s what happens? 

Of course, when he makes that remark to Tony about Rhodey, all hope I had for his Civil War character immediately burst into an inferno and propelled itself out of the top story window. That was unnecessary and hurtful and untrue, and it made me want to slap the shit out of him.


Now. For Wanda.

If you like her character, then that is completely okay, but I don’t advise reading this.


Because I despise her. 

It’s not really her character, more as the way she was written. She had so much potential, to do so much good. But her origins are F U C K E D up, her attitude is childish (despite the fact that she is an adult guys!!) and her general character is quite frankly that of a whiny bitch.

We first see her in AoU, when she is working for HYDRA, after voluntarily (Voluntarily!! working for a terror organisation you guys!!!) Signing up for experimentation that had killed everyone else before her.
I mean, that alone tells you something about her character and her thought process.

Next, we discover that a missile with Tony’s last name on it tragically killed her parents. This is sad. This is horrible and no child should ever have to go through that.

But then she decides that Tony Stark Personally Aimed, Launched and Fired it, and decides to go on a ten-year murder plot in order to kill him for it, and that’s where the sympathy stops. Right there.

I know this is a common example, but Imma say it again because it’s important. If my parents were shot and killed by a gun that had the word ‘Beretta’ on it, I ain’t gonna go after the fuckin gun company. Why would anyone??? It makes literally no sense at all and just paints her as a villain who’s also lowkey stupid???

She had years to think these actions through, and yet still she did them. It literally does not matter about whether she helped for like the last hour of the Avengers film because the literal entire fucking world was going to be destroyed, and she didn’t want catastrophe on that scale.

You know,,, she just wanted to murder Tony. And obviously, the Avengers are his buddies, so lets try and kill them too for no reason at all!!!

She… I mean… God, she subjected Bruce to his worst nightmare and had him tear through a populated city,,, for the sake of destruction?? She literally just wanted to cause pain??? And you can’t tell me no-one died because of that because… it’s a fucking hulk? She purposely twisted all the team’s minds, and let Tony take the sceptre because she knew he could hurt people with it because of what she’d planted in his head? It’s… it’s disgusting?

You tell me ‘she’s changed’ and ‘she’s just like Tony, she used to be bad but now she’s good’ or whatever the fuck, but let me tell you this: Tony never, ever wreaked destruction for the sake of destruction. He never went out with the sole intention of killing specific innocents. He built weapons to p r o t e c t, which is why as soon as he sees they’re no longer doing that, he shuts that shit down. 

Wanda never seems to learn that lesson. Even when, For God Knows what fucked up reason, they appear to make her some sort of avenger for helping them stop the world ending (that, you know, she helped cause), she still doesn’t understand that her job is now to protect people? Her motives are still… idk selfish I guess?

“i can’t control their fear. Only my own.”

Well bitch u know what. Maybe if u stopped running off and trying to tell everyone that you, an incredibly powerful individual with a past involving terror organisations, are ‘above the law and don’t need the accords’, they’d… u know… stop being scared of u…


Don’t even get me started on what she said to Tony. I’m done with this shit. But yes anon I’m sorry this was so long but essentially, I very much agree. Good day sir.

i will not kiss you (eric)

Words: 1096

Trigger Warnings: Literally in the Columbine Massacre lmao, and it’s fuckin’ sad

Request: Being Eric’s gf on 4/20 and seeing him in the school??

A/N: Okay I tried to do what the request says so I think this is what nonnie meant? lol


“Everybody get under the tables!” Somebody shouted, (Y/N) pulled out her headphones to look up.

The room was panicked, and (Y/N) tried to grab one, asking what was going on, but nobody answered. A gunshot rung out from the hallway, and people started ducking under the tables. Her eyes went wide, and she moved off the chair, onto her knees, pushing herself underneath the tables shelter.

The fire alarms were blaring, next to that the only sound was the sound of the librarian on a hushed phone call with the police. (Y/N)’s heart dropped when she heard the sound of the doors being pushed open. She tucked her hand over her mouth, gripping her hand with the other one to stop her from screaming.

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These two kinda went hand in hand so I decided to combine them. Thank you so much for the prompts and I am so sorry it took me a while to write them.


Ray has this thing about not dating crew members. He’s watched too many crews implode because so-and-so decided to date what’s-their-name only to break up. In retrospect, if a break up was the final straw leading to their downfall, those crews probably weren’t the best, but Ray has his convictions and so far he’d stuck to them.

Until FAH.

Until Ryan and Gavin.

He’s never been this screwed before.


He meets Gavin first, the day after Geoff recruited him for FAH. He rides up to Ray’s apartment on a dirt bike he has clearly just bought, flips his sunglasses up onto his head, and grins.

“You Ray?”

“Depends,” Ray retorts crossing his arms, sizing the guy up. “You here to kill me?”

He laughs, shaking his head, and says, “Bit of a smartarse, aren’t you?”

“It’s part of my charm.”

The guy nods at the spot behind him. “C’mon. If we leave now, we’ll only be a little late to Geoff’s meeting.”

Ray’s reluctant to get on the bike, but he figures if this guy knows Geoff he’s probably not going to purposely kill him. Accidentally is another story entirely, but that’s a chance Ray’s willing to take. “Try not to crash,” he says getting on the back of the bike.

“I make no promises.” He revs the engine, pushing his sunglasses back over his eyes. “The name’s Gavin.”

“It’s a pleasure to….AH!” The bike darts forward at a dangerous speed and Ray grips Gavin tightly. He’s probably going to die.


Sandy hair, too much beard, a pair of ridiculous golden sunglasses, and a boyish charm masking a mischievous asshole, Gavin’s the first friend Ray makes since moving to Los Santos.

They become somewhat of a team (”X-Ray and Vav!” Ray jokes one day), and it’s not long before they’re inseparable. And yeah, maybe Ray’s crushing on Gavin a little, but it’s nothing he can’t ignore. The fact that they’re friends is enough for him, and anything more is a pipe dream he immediately steps on the moment he realizes what’s happening.

When Michael joins the crew, it gets easier. They become Team Lads, the three of them, and before Ray knows it he’s completely forgotten about his crush.

It’s when Lindsay joins and Ray notices the interest both she and Michael have in each other that he starts worrying he might have to start looking for a new crew to join, but his fears are short lived. They fit together too well to break up, and Ray starts thinking maybe it’s possible for couples to work together.

Only to remind himself that just because one couple figured out how to make it work did not mean every couple could make things work.

It’s just another pipe dream he crushes under his heel.


There’s a stitch in Ray’s side, his feet pounding against the pavement as he sprints across the slick concrete, his rifle strap digging into the side of his neck and shoulder. Two blocks back he lost his cell phone, cutting off all ties to any backup that could be coming his way, and he curses himself for telling Geoff he could do this job alone.

Lights flash ahead of him and he skids to a halt, desperately looking for somewhere to hide. Startled, he he feels hands grab him, one covering his mouth when he opens it to cry out.

He struggles as he’s dragged into a nearby building, but whoever has him has a tight grip on him, and he’s pretty sure he’s about to get murdered. This is it, he tells himself, this is the end. He really should have smoked the last of his weed before doing this job; now it’s going to go to waste. He paid really good money for it, too.

Well, if you’re about to get murdered, let’s take this asshole with us. Ray nods to himself, reaching for the switchblade he stashed in his pocket, but the hand covering his mouth moves, halting his progress.

“I’m really not in the mood to get stabbed tonight,” a deep voice purrs.

“Yeah, well, if you’re gonna murder me, it’s only fair I take you with me,” Ray retorts and he feels more than hears the guy laugh, his chest vibrating against Ray’s back.

“I see.” The guy’s quiet for a few seconds, listening to something, but finally he says, “I’m going to let you go, alright?”

“Somehow this seems too easy.”

“Or maybe I’m just a nice guy.”

“Meh, semantics.”

The guy laughs again, releasing Ray, and takes a step back. Slowly, Ray turns to face the guy, sizing him up. His dark hair is tied back into a long ponytail and there’s something dangerous flickering in his startling blue eyes. He could be handsome, if not for the red and black paint smeared across his face, and Ray can clearly see a skull mask poking out of his coat pocket.

“Halloween was three months ago,” Ray states gesturing to the mask.

“And yet here you are, a would be assassin. Didn’t Daddy ever tell you not to play with guns?”

“Would you be Daddy in this scenario?” The remark is out of Ray’s mouth before he can stop it, and he really needs to work on that brain to mouth filter he seems to lack.

“T-the cops are probably gone,” the guy grunts, voice gruff, and Ray’s not sure if he’s angry or embarrassed. Regardless, he decides not to poke the bear and nods instead.

Together, the two of them exit the building, Once outside, they stand there awkwardly for a brief moment, but the guy breaks the silence first. “I’m sorry, you know, for grabbing you.”

“It happens. I’m sorry for…” What exactly is Ray sorry for? Accidentally throwing out an innuendo at his would be murderer? Wondering what exactly his face looks like without the paint? He didn’t know. “Well, you know…” his voice trails off and he shrugs.

“It happens.”

Ray nods, burying his hands in his pocket. He rocks on his heels, looking up at the sky. Every part of him knows he should walk away from this guy and never see him again. Instead he asks, “You got a car nearby? Kinda need a ride and I’m pretty sure I don’t know where I’m at.”

“Honestly, I’m not sure where I’m at either,” the guy replies with a sheepish grin, shrugging. Ray hadn’t noticed before, but now he detects an accent. Something southern. He wonders how long this guy has been in Los Santos.

“I guess we can walk,” Ray suggests already hating the idea but knowing they didn’t have a lot of options that didn’t attract police attention. “We’re bound to find something familiar.”

“As long as you promise not to kill me.”

“I make no promises.”


Ray and Ryan work together periodically for almost a year before Geoff gets wind of the partnership. At first, Ray thinks Geoff is going to be mad, but he’s surprised when he’s asked to recruit Ryan.

“I’m not sure he’s a team player,” Ray says when Geoff’s brings up the idea.

“Look, unless you two are fucking, he’s a team player.”

“I mean, technically even if they are fucking he’s still a team player,” Michael says from across the room and Geoff concedes the point.

“We’re not fucking,” Ray grumbles heading towards the door, calling over his shoulder, “and I make no promises.”

“It doesn’t hurt to ask!”

Ryan’s not exactly sold on the idea, but he tells Ray he’ll think about it. Ray’s not exactly into the idea either, but for an entirely different reason. One he’s not sure he’ll never be ready to acknowledge, but Geoff’s right. It doesn’t hurt to ask, and logically Ryan would be a perfect fit in FAH. Even if he’s a little too reckless.


When Ryan agrees to join FAH, it’s one of those moments where Ray is equal parts pleased and disappointed. He gets over it really quickly though, knowing life’s too short to let regrets consume him, and decides to bring Gavin along when Geoff tells him to bring Ryan in to meet the rest of the crew.

The moment those two meet, Ray knows they forget he’s in the room. Something clicks between them, something Ray has no intention of ruining, and he ducks out of the room as quietly as he can, trying to ignore the way his chest tightens.

It’s like a test of wits between those two, a dance they’ve perfect, and it’s not long before the crew picks up on whatever is going on between Gavin and Ryan.

Jack, while apprehensive, gives them her warm regards. Michael scowls at Ryan for a good twenty minutes before threatening to rip his balls off if he hurt Gavin. Lindsay smiles but doesn’t say anything, her eyes darting towards Ray so fast he almost doesn’t catch it.

He decides to ignore it.

It’s Geoff’s reaction they’re all waiting for; he’s been unnaturally quiet since he found out, and Ray is convinced he’s still in denial. When he finally acknowledges the relationship, he looks between the two and says, “Don’t fuck in my penthouse.”


Ray finds himself hanging out with Gavin and Ryan less and less. It’s not from their lack of trying, both inviting him out to do stuff all the time, but he keeps declining their offers. He wouldn’t say he’s avoiding them, more like hiding in plain sight.

Lindsay and Jack keep giving him sympathetic smiles, and even Michael is patting him on the shoulder way too often, and really it’s fine. Ray’s fine. They’re looking too closely at something that doesn’t need to be looked at, and their pity is starting to piss him off a little bit.

The only ones who seem oblivious are the happy couple themselves and Geoff. At least Ray thinks Geoff’s oblivious until he catches him off guard when he comes out of the bathroom and asks, “How are you holding up, buddy?”

“If this is a new thing? You following us to the bathroom? Count me out.”

“Ray, I know.”

“Know what?”

Geoff gives him a pointed look and Ray rolls his eyes. He throws his hands out and rants, “I am fine. Totally fine. I will do cartwheels, waving flags that say ‘I am fine’ if it will convince everyone that I am fine.” He pushes past Geoff, stalking towards the living room, calling over his shoulder, “I’m fine, Geoff. I promise.”


He’s not stupid; he’s definitely not fine. Ray spent most of his life lying to people, telling them things they wanted to hear, that when he finally got around to lying to himself he’s incapable of believing anything his stupid brain tells him.

He kicks a rock, sending it rocketing across the road, watching as it hits a newspaper vending machine. He wishes he had his rifle; he could blow out the tires of the cars parked in the street; ruining peoples’ days cathartic for some reason.

His phone buzzes in his pocket and he pulls it out, checking the screen. He sighs, finger hovering over the ignore button, but he moves it a second later, answering the call.

“You get lost again?”

“I’ll have you know, I’ve been here long enough to learn the street names,” Ryan replies and Ray can practically see him smiling. He also sees the smiles fall when Ryan asks, “You alright?”

Ray almost says he’s fine, almost lies to Ryan like he’s been lying to everyone else, but instead he shakes his head. “No. No, I’m not alright. I’m pretty fucking far from alright.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“I-I can’t.” Ray hangs up, turning his phone off, and shoves it into his back pocket.

He hangs his head, closing his eyes, breathing slowly. He needs to get a grip. This isn’t helping anyone, much less himself, and he’s acting like an asshole. If he’s not careful, he might be asked to leave the crew.

He opens his eyes, picking his head up, turning to head home, only to take a fist to the side of the face.

He hits the ground, ears ringing, head pounding, but he still manages to say, “Please don’t say welcome to the family.”

 The last thing he hears is someone snort before a boot comes down on his face.


He wakes up in the back of a van, his head pillowed on something warm. The motion beneath him makes him nauseous and he squeezes his eyes shut, willing himself not to throw up.

“You awake?” a soft, familiar voice asks above him and Ray grunts, rubbing his face against his makeshift pillow. It’s someone’s leg, the material of their jeans rough against his skin.

“What happened?” he asks groggily, words a little slurred, keeping his eyes closed.

“One of Geoff’s enemies,” another voice, this one just as close, says, and Ray feels someone grab his left hand, gripping it tightly between both of their’s. “If I hadn’t seen you on a traffic cam, we wouldn’t have known where you’d be.”

“I’m sorry.” He’s not sure what he’s apologizing for, he has too many things to be sorry for; maybe he’s apologizing for everything, but he needs them to understand. He doesn’t hate them, he could never hate them. He’s too in love with them both to hate them. “I’m sorry,” he repeats, the words barely audible.

He feels someone lean over him, pressing their lips to the side of his head, and whisper, “It’s okay. It’s okay.”

This is the first time in a while that Ray’s felt even a little bit content, and he hopes he can hold onto this feeling for as long as possible.

Attracted To The Enemy (Part 4)

[Gang AU] [ Warning: Violence + Language + Suggestive ]

You wanted to keep your eyes open but struggled. At the moment your eyelids seemed to weigh more than you. Even as you felt life coming to an end your biggest concern was Jay. You starred at your hand as he wrapped his own around it. “Sorry…” you were able to whisper, the last thing you wanted was to die a liar. “…I didn’t tell you.”

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‘I’m Not Gay’

Jamilton 

male x male

If you’re homophobic, get over it. 

Enjoy the gay

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“You’re so stupid. I hope you know that, mon ami.”

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Impure pt. 8

Castiel x Daughter!Reader

Summary: After having a long conversation with your father, you head back to the bunker alone.

Warnings: torture, gore, profanity

Word count: 2.5k

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Castiel’s expression quickly turned from concern to mild agony. You had used a lot more oil than you had intended and it was beginning to take an effect on him, you could feel the sting from where you were standing.

The flames were so wild they had to be up to his chest, there’s no way he’s getting out unless you want him to. Looking back at Castiel, you could see him fumbling through his trench coat sleeve, raising an eyebrow you inched closer to the circle of flames. “What do you have?” 

Jaw clenching and releasing, he slowly revealed an angel blade he had hidden. “Didn’t you say you weren’t going to hurt me?” You asked, crossing your arms. “You’re just full of lies, aren’t you?”

“I won’t hurt you majorly, but if you attack, you will leave me with no choice.”

Disparaging his comment, you sighed and moved on to the questioning you needed most. “Am I supposed to call you dad now?” You jeered.

“I don’t expect you to after everything I’ve done.”

“Damn right.”

You watched as Castiel worriedly looked towards the two Winchester’s. “They’re fine.” You commented, observing them. “They’ll stay fine as long as they don’t try anything,”

“You can let me go,” Castiel mumbled. “You’re in control here, one could consider me powerless.”

Scoffing, you sat on the floor in front of the large flames circling around him. “Not with that blade, you aren’t.”

Looking down at his shoes, Castiel sighed while shaking his head. “This was never supposed to happen, Y/n. You were supposed to have a normal life, but you were dragged into this instead.” 

“Whose fault is that?” You muttered, raising an eyebrow. “I didn’t ask to be this way. Why did you have to go knock up a human? Angels don’t typically like to be around them for very long.”

“It’s complicated.” Castiel murmured, shifting on his feet. “I had only been to earth once before, and it was only for a short amount of time,” 

“I don’t need a life story,”

“It’s important,” 

Impatiently sighing, you raised your hand to indicate for him to continue. “My vessel back then had told me stories of his lover, I had wondered what that might feel like, and one night your mother helped me save a kitten. I went to her house that night and she and I-”

“Yeah, okay, I get that part.” You quickly interrupted, not needing to hear exactly how you were created. “So, that’s it? You just had sex and boom?”

“Of course not.” Castiel muttered. “Despite being an angel, she loved me, and I loved her. But when I heard she was pregnant, things escalated too fast.” 

“You didn’t want her to have me.”

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Just my two cents on The Ackermans

I am totally loving how the entire plot is going. I know Isayama is being a little too hard on Eren, but I think the story has to get there somehow, so hang in there guys. Anyway.

I do think that Kenny is a good man. But of course, that doesn’t change the fact that he did this:

Yes he killed Nifa, and his men also killed Hanji’s other subordinates. But this?

I bet he missed his shot on purpose. He wasn’t trying to kill Levi at all. He probably knew that Levi could dodge in time anyway. And he gave his reasons for killing in the following chapter in the bar:

And after that:

Come on now Kenny are you telling me you didn’t know this? You freaking knew it. You gave a long lecture about how shitty your life is and how you gained salvation so that you could buy time for your darling nephew to shoot you. You let him shoot you so that you could use it as an excuse to let him get away.

This old geezer just loves his nephew way too much lol.

I hope Kenny explains the whole Ackerman history to Levi and Mikasa soon. And then we can get the THREE of them working together to kick people’s asses. I’m not really worried about whether my ship would sink blahblahblah, because this is only going to bring Levi and Mikasa even closer than before.

And let’s put aside all the shipping stuff because. Ackermans working together. Ackerman family bonding time. ACKERMANS. Omg I love the Ackermans already.

Time to ship them as an OT3.

Monster (Pt. 2)

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Pairing: Sehun x Reader
◊ Summary: Werewolves aren’t meant to be messed with, but unfortunately, you don’t really have a choice.
◊ Genre: mature
◊ Warnings: slight sexual content 
◊ Word Count: 2,102


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The first thing that broke through the haze in your mind was the pressure on your wrists. Your whole body felt odd and heavy, and a dull ache throbbed in your skull.

When you finally were able to wrench your eyes open, you almost screamed.

You were in a strange room you’d never seen before. The walls were rather bare, and the floor was spotlessly cleaned. The only object that you noticed in the room was a desk. It was obviously someone’s bedroom, and that wouldn’t have been much of an issue if you weren’t chained to the bed. Weakly, you tugged on the handcuffs locked around your wrists, but your body was barely cooperating with your brain.

The door opened on the other side of the room, revealing the last person you wanted to see at the moment: Oh Sehun.

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You know, there are a lot of Japanese tropes in hetalia (despite it supposed to be about the world). Veniziano is obviously a Hetare (the entire basis of the series). But besides that you have the tsundere

Your girl in pigtails 

Tsundere girl in pigtails

Classic girl with big boobs

Neko people 

And many many more. However, recently there has been a certain character trope that has become VERY popular in the media that I would like to talk about. This craze is mostly due to this game:

That’s right folks. Today we will talk about yanderes. 

First of all, what is a yandere? A yandere is “a person who is initially very loving and gentle to someone (or at least innocent) before their devotion becomes destructive in nature, often through violence and/or brutality.”  

In hetalia we do have one yandere who is often never thought of as one because we don’t really see them as dangerous. We have some characters who are often mistaken to be yanderes or yangires. 

The character most commonly mistaken for a yandere is Russia. I have heard so many people say he is a yandere. he is NOT a yandere. The biggest reason is because he isn’t dedicated to someone or something and has never really tried to brutally murder someone. He shows no signs of antisocial personality disorder. He shows a lot of true emotion. He is very kind to animals and tries to be nice to and not scare people when he can (key word being tries).

Also this is not a face a yandere would make. Yanderes aren’t really afraid of anything (much less a chibi prussia). And when he harms others he isn’t aware that they don’t like it. Hima himself describes him as “childishly cruel”. Sure he says creepy things but that’s part of Russia. And many countries in the real world are terrified of Russia. Russia is supposed to be intimidating. 

While he is not a yandere, he could have the potential of becoming a yangire. Yangires are “normal people who suddenly become violent, sometimes due to a past trauma. Yangires are very similar to Yanderes, both are people who suffer from personality disorder and can easily become violent and extreme”. If you want an example of a yangire, look at rena from higurashi no naku koro ni (NOTE: this anime is NOT for kids. very gory and sad). Russia still doesn’t fit this description. He doesn’t just randomly snap and try to kill people. If he’s cruel to someone, he doesn’t try to KILL them (at least not on purpose). Hell even JAPAN is closer to this definition than Russia. Conclusion: Russia is not a yandere or yangire. 

Now that we talked about who Isn’t a yandere, let’s talk about who is. You probably all saw this coming because i pick on this character a lot (as well as her country).

Oh Belarus. You appear in so many of my posts. And you always bring me a shit ton of notes. 
It turns out Belarus has even MORE character depth. This was probably really obvious, but you never really step back and think about it. What does it really mean? When she bursts down her brother’s door, we normally laugh or think it’s cute. 
Let’s get this straight: Yanderes are not cute. Or at least their actions aren’t (imo Belarus will always be hot). By the end of this post, you may feel a bit uneasy around this character.

She fits the definition perfectly. She has been shown to be willing to harm or kill people in the sake of her dear sweet onii-chan. She states over and over how much she wants to marry him. She stalks him. She steals his toothbrush. She steals his underwear, smells it, and wears it as a hat. She has suggestive photos of him as well. She commits violent acts against people she sees as a threat to their relation ship. And how about a yandere face?

There it is.

But the scary thing is what a yandere’s state of mind is like. Yanderes almost always have Anti Social Personality Disorder or what is commonly referred to as sociopathy. This disorder is commonly found in serial killers. To sum it up, these people are incapable of feeling empathy, regret, or remorse for others. They have not regret for their actions and normally don’t feel emotions to the extent that we do. They still feel emotions, of course, they’re just not as strong. They may mimic emotions to make others believe that they are normal. Of course there are MANY people with ASPD who have become functional members of everyday society. It all depends on how you grow up. But for those who succumb to alienation and are raised in isolation, their future is much more likely to go down a darker path. Belarus, growing up with only her siblings, who themselves are very dysfunctional, you can see where this is going. And we see this emotionlessness in Belarus. A LOT. 

even as a child she is indifferent to the problems being discussed by her siblings. She’s not even happy building her snow tits. In the Good Night with Sheep character CD, we hear this somewhat flat tone of voice when not talking to Russia and her indifference towards her siblings when she does something that bothers them (like hurting Russia’s arm). I mean jeez Belarus, if you’re going to be a yandere at least ACT like a normal person so people don’t suspect you when someone goes missing. That’s like yandere rule #1! Oh wait, it’s too late for that… 

Even though she hasn’t really murdered anyone (that we know), she is certainly not afraid to do it. It was there from the beginning:

In case you can’t see, that’s a KNIFE that she is holding against Latvia’s back. 

 (In the second pic she’s breaking Liet’s fingers if you can’t see). 

And let’s not forget she went on a total rampage in this character CD. (flip to 7:40 to hear it and RIP Urara Takano’s vocal chords). You can hear her destroying shops and merchandise. 
She even looks like a yandere. Frilly old dress, innocent white bow…she looks like the vocaloid Mayu. Ironically Mayu is also supposed to be a yandere. 

With the potential to be a sociopath, Belarus’s aura of terror gets darker. Still not afraid? It has been confirmed Belarus thinks humans are “a series of misfortunes and hardships" and has shown disliking towards them. Scared now? 
Again, I love how deep this character is and how well it represents the actual country. The real country is kind of like a yandere, actually. “WHAT?! You don’t like Lukashenko-senpai’s views. Okay then. Let’s send the KGB to make you ‘mysteriously disappear’”. It appears to be just your average hockey loving country. But within the civilization, they have little to no human rights and mass corruption. Belarus is a scary country. What better to represent it than a scary character?

But one thing is for sure.

Lithuania you are into some extremely kinky shit.

Center of his Universe

Daryl Dixon Imagine

based on a Request


You’re Rick’s eldest daughter and secretly dating Daryl. When Rick finds out he’s furious. 

word count: 1832

approximated reading time: 10 minutes

“Ya should go now”, Daryl mumbled against my hair pulling me closer to him. He had his eyes closed as I ran my fingers up and down his naked back.
“You really want me to!?”, I chirped snuggling up against his chest yawning deeply. I was dead tired and not really willing to leave the warmth of his bed… or his body.
“Nah… but your dad…”, he muttered with his voice getting huskier and huskier as he got more and more tired.
“What do you think he’s gonna do!?”, I yawned. I could barely keep my eyes open.
Daryl and I had been dating for the past couple of weeks after months of circling each other, leaving hints here and there, but never sure of what the other one really thought. Until one day when Daryl couldn’t keep it to himself anymore. Screaming at me because he thought I was trying to get myself killed on purpose and yelling that he cared too much to let this happen, he accidentally confessed that he felt more than friendship even though he knew what my father, Rick, thought about his little girl dating a much older guy like Daryl, leaving me wondering if he had actually talked to Rick about all this at some point. He was stuck for an answer and after that we mostly tried to drop the topic keeping all this our little secret. It had worked perfectly so far. But now?! I really wanted nothing more than stay in his arms, spend the whole night with him. I didn’t want to sneak out and rush back to my room anxious that someone might catch a glimpse of what was going on between us.
“Gonna rip my throat out… before locking ya away for the rest of your life”, Daryl whispered but he would still not move or make even the slightest attempt at getting me out of his bed.
“Yeah, he’s gonna flip out”, I yawned again. I was so tired, no way I would get out of bed now, or away from Daryl. “But right now, I’m really tempted to give it a try…”

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Put A Spell On Me

Dean/Seamus

Summary: Dean wants to try the tickling charm on Seamus. Good thing he’s not ticklish, right?

A/N: Since I have a reputation of being the first one to post my Squealing Santa fic I decided to write one of @calmturquoise‘s prompts while we await our own prompts. I’ve been meaning to write for this pairing for ages, but never got around to it, so when I saw that calm had included a prompt I was like MINE. I hope you like it!

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Dean would sometimes get overwhelmed by the countless of spells they had to learn, and all in just the few years they would be at Hogwarts. Really, you’d think they’d get some more time to memorize everything. He had started becoming a panicked mess about it only a few months into their first year, but fortunately he and Seamus came up with a solution almost immediately. It has definitely made the rest of the years easier.

“Can I try this spell on you?” Seamus had asked, his 11 year old eyes wide with wonder.

“Why would you try it on me?”

“To see how it works.”

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alexfierrno  asked:

Solangelo and 7&8?

Ooooh I’ve never had anyone ask me for Solangelo!! Btw I love them sooo much! AGH YAASSS SOLANGELO TIME!!! Alright let’s see…

7- “Can I kiss you?”

8- “Can I touch you?”

Just saying, I don’t write any NSFW content so the touching part is gonna be like, hand holding or something like that, idk. Sorry! 

Warning: Oblivious dorks ahead

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For Healing Purposes

^^^ Cuz I want a title

It was a strange day when it happened. 

They were playing Capture the Flag. They always played Capture the Flag when new campers came in, and today another child of Athena came. Nico was hovering to the back, doing work behind the scenes rather than playing in the front lines. Will was drifting around on the side, catching fallen demigods, feeding them nectar and ambrosia, and taking them back to the infirmary. 

Nico just finished raising another batch of skeleton warriors when his eye caught on something golden flashing through the green trees. Something in his mind interpreted it as the gold armour some of the Romans wore when they decided to join in. 

Nico went to investigate who the streak of gold was. When he emerged in a clearing, he found none other than Will Solace bent over a girl who collapsed on the ground. He had a medical kit out and seemed to be giving her CPR. For a second, Nico swore that the girl’s eye flicked open, and then closed rapidly as she went back into an unconscious state. 

“Are you going to help or you just going to stand there?” Will calls out, startling Nico. Nico shyly walks over to Will and the unconscious girl. 

“How’d you know I was there?” Nico asks.

“Oh please. You reek of death and decay. Plus, I heard you swear when you tripped over the tree root.” Nico crouched down so that he was on his hands and knees, in front of Will, the girl between them. He realized with a start that was the new Athena girl.

“Um… What do you expect me to do?” Nico asks, confused. “I tend to kill more things than I heal.” Will looks up at Nico, a smile on his lips. His blue eyes are just so blue and they remind Nico of a summer’s day. Will’s hand pushed back the curls that drifted over his eyes and for a moment, Nico swore they drifted to his lips. He then realized that if they so wished it, they could kiss right here and now hidden in the foliage. 

“Just hold her steady. Put two fingers to her throat and tell me if you feel a pulse.” Half of these words confused Nico, but he did what he was told, pressing his fingers to the girls neck. Nico momentarily lifted his head just enough to look at Will, who’s mouth was open in a startled “o”. Nico turned his head and just had enough time to see someone in an orange t-shirt run towards him, and then they knocked him out with the butt of their sword. There was a white noise as Nico crashed to the ground, and he heard Will shout someone’s name.

Nico woke up in the infirmary with his head feeling like 100 hell hounds where running around and banging and crashing in there. One of the Apollo campers was standing above him with a needle poised, as if ready to attack. He backs away from her quickly, the needle staring at him threateningly. 

“I promise it won’t hurt. I just need to give you some stitches,” she says.

“Like hell it won’t.” Nico ducks away from the sharp object. The camper tries again, but Nico doges it again. 

“Nico, I’m trying to help.”

“I don’t care. You’re not going near me with that torture device.” 

“I need to patch it up so you aren’t drained of all your blood and die. It’ll be over in two seconds.”

“I don’t care. Just leave me alone.”

“But it could get infected and you could–”

“I DON’T CARE, LEAVE ME ALONE!” Something like fire lit in Nico’s dark brown eyes. His hands started to turn a blackish color that burned the camper’s hand that was holding him down. She immediately let go and ran. Maybe Nico was overreacting, but there is no way he would let anyone come near him with a needle.

…..

Sarah rushed into Will’s office and threw the needle on Will’s desk. Will jumped half a foot in the air.

“Forget it. Let him die,” she says, cradling her burned hand. 

“Wow. Back up. What now?” 

“That stupid Hades kid won’t let anyone come near him with that needle. Forget it. He can die for all I care.”  Will took a deep breath and calmly picked up the needle. 

“Let me try.” He walked through the rows of beds in the infirmary until he saw the one that Nico was lying on. There where scorch marks on the sheets and it smelled like death. That’s a new one, Will thought to himself. Nico looked up at Will in pure misery. Something in Will’s heart clenched. It’ll be over soon, Nico. Will set the sewing needle down and picked up another needle full of syringe. 

“This will help dull the pain,” Will says soothingly. Nico almost gives in, but shies away from the needle.

“No.”

“C’mon, Nico. Can I please touch you?” As soon as the words where out of his mouth, Will realized how wrong his word choice was, and his ears turned pink, which made Nico blush ever so slightly as he furrowed his brow. But  he gave Will his arm, just wanting to get it over with. 

“Do your worst.” Will grabbed Nico’s arm so his forearm was exposed. This son of the sun god is literally made of fire, Nico thought as he felt his skin burn up under Will’s touch. He wanted more so of course he let Will plunge the needle into his skin. Everything was a haze after that. Will put stitches on Nico’s forehead and Nico was vaguely aware of his hand clenching Will’s shirt every time the needle bit into his skin. Then it was done.

When the drug wore off enough that Nico could stand, Will helped him up to take him to the Hades cabin. The whole way, Nico leaned on Will for support and Will wrapped his hand around his waist, completely aware that Nico di Angelo was in his arms. Even if it was just to help him walk to his cabin. 

It was a bright day, like it always is in Camp Half-Blood, and it made Nico’s eyes hurt with his new injury. But when he got into the Hades cabin, it was almost too dark. There where too many shadows, and Will was the only thing that glowed in the room. So, considering the fact that the drug still had lingering effects, Nico said something he would never say if he was in his right mind as Will turned to leave.

“Will you stay with me?” Nico asks quietly. Will turns around, not sure if he heard correctly.

“Excuse me?”

“You know what I said,” Nico says, starting to colapse onto his bed. Will sits on the bed across and taps his fingers nervously on his jeans. He didn’t forget how Nico clenched his hands on his shirt as he wove the needle through his skin, and there was nothing he wanted more that to press his lips to Nico’s and run his fingers through his inky black hair. 

“Can I hold your hand?” Nico asks suddenly, surprising both of them. Will looks incredulously at him.

“For healing purposes.”

“Y-yeah,” Will says. Will feels Nico’s long and slender fingers twine into his and his heart stops. Gods, it felt so good to be holding hands with Nico di Angelo. Nico then pulled him over so they where sitting on the same bed. Gods, kill me now, Will thought as he picked up, strangely, the scent of pine lingering on Nico. 

“Can I lie on you?” Nico says. By this point, Will isn’t sure how his heart isn’t hammering outside of his chest.

“For healing purposes?”

“For healing purposes.” Will pulls Nico to him and Nico rests his head on Will’s shoulder. It hits both of them how perfectly they fit together, like a puzzle pieces clicking together after trying to shove them with pieces that don’t quite fit. Will subconsciously ran his fingers through Nico’s hair. 

“Will?”

“Hmm?”

“Were you trying to get me killed?” Nico asks. Will straightens. 

“Why do you say that?” Will says nervously.

“Because. That girl you where healing was definitely not unconscious and it seemed to be a distraction just to knock me out. You set me up.”

“I didn’t know about that part of the plan–”

“So there was a plan to distract me!” Nico says, bolting upright. 

“N-ye-not exactly…”

“What do you mean ‘not exactly’?”

“I didn’t know that’s what they had in mind…”

“What did you think they had in mind?”

“Something…. else.”

What?” This was the most important question Nico has ever had in his life. He needed to know. He had to know. 

“It’s…. complicated.” Will didn’t want to tell him. He didn’t want to tell Nico that that stupid new Athena kid saw how lovestruck he was and offered to help him get Nico. He didn’t want to tell him that she orchestrated a plan so that they could be together in the woods, close enough to kiss, and Will could persuade Nico to love him. He couldn’t tell him about the promises the girl made to him and how she betrayed him. How it was all a trick to make their team win, to get Nico away from the flag. How she used his innocence and love for her own twisted purposes.

“How is it complicated?” Nico’s voice was rising now. Will felt his rising along with it. 

“She tricked me, okay?”

“And how did she trick you?” They where both yelling now. All of the campers could probably hear them. The, Will’s voice quieted until it was barely above a whisper. 

“She told me she’d get you to fall in love with me,” Will whispers. Nico’s eyes widened until they looked like big black holes that swallowed Will whole. 

“What?” 

“I love you, Nico di Angelo. Gods, I love you more than I love myself, more than I love healing people and making a difference, and more than sunsets over oceans. I love you, Nico di Angelo.” There was a stunned silence. Will was looking at the floor, scuffing his sneakers on the floor. He twiddled his thumbs and remembered Nico’s hands in them, because that was probably the last time he’d feel them.

Nico grabbed Will’s chin and turned his face towards his. Will prepared himself for the wrath of the son of Hades to be thrusted upon him. He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping that his death would be quick. 

“Will…” Nico whispers so softly that Will barely hears him. His voice is so soft that Will wonders if the same person sitting in front of him. He meets Nico’s eyes, prepared for their disgust. But…

For once, Nico’s eyes don’t look like black coals that can be set aflame at any time of the day. They look like melting dark chocolate, oozing over a candy bar like those commercials on TV. And for the first time ever since Bianca died, Nico was smiling.

Will? Can I kiss you?” That one word. That one key word was enough to make Will float above the clouds. That phrase made Will feel like he was walking on thin air. Instead of answering, he pulled Nico to him and kissed him fiercer than he ever knew he could. Everything was moving fast, faster than he ever imagined, and gods it felt so good to kiss him. The truth was, Nico did kill him, but it wasn’t in a way he would’ve thought. He killed him with an overwhelming sense of giddiness as he realized that they where meant to be. That this wasn’t some stupid crush that crawled out of the depths of Tartarus to haunt him. No, this was real. 

Nico was on fire. Literally. His skin burned and his lips felt like they where kissing the sun, but he loved it. He loved it so much. This was what he wanted all along. This was what he was too scared to show. Nico broke away, their foreheads still touching, breathless. He could feel Will’s hot breath on his skin and it was wonderful.

“For healing purposes?” Nico asked.

“Doctor’s orders.”

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This was so much fun to do. I need to write Solangelo more often….

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anonymous asked:

Hi, did you already watch the final episode of Servamp? What are your thoughts about the episode? Also do you think there will be another season? Love your blog ❤️

I did! Oh anon, where to start… I was all confused, nervous, uneasy, reluctant, disappointed and squeeing at the same time(?) haha umm… they just really pulled a bullshit ending :’D
To me they just destroyed the characters too much through the whole season. Leaving the comedic parts out really affected the characters and relationships in general… I feel the Lust pair, Envy pair & Pride pair were completely neglected. And what Tsubaki did at the end was just too damn ridiculous, what was the purpose of attacking the people on town? The anime made Tsubaki look like a manic villain with all that katana rain thing, when all he was trying to do was rescue his sub-class (and killing his siblings but details). To me it was disappointing how they changed Lilac for Sakuya in their last scene together; Huh, wasn’t Tsubaki trying to rescue Lilac? Where on earth did he leave Lilac, where is he now?? In the manga he only leaves the hotel because Higan tells him to run and take Lilac with him; and the reason he “sets free” the rest of his sub-classes was because he was clearly thinking on getting on rampage or about to make some intense stuff for his next move and he didn’t want to involve his sub-classes anymore. But no, in the anime it just looks like he was set free and found peace with… Mahiru’s…. hug ???? brothat’sgay it was so weird and out of character even though the scene was more or less the same ?? Ah, and the flashback thing? Confussing af.

There’s just too many unanswered questions… first of all they never even mentioned the Jinn, but we had Lawless throwing up all that mist at the end for like five minutes… I also have no idea of the purpose of Mikuni going to the hotel ??… Why did Mahiru’s weapon turn into a key? Aren’t they taking Tsubaki’s “looking for the key” goal too literally?…….

Sigh~ Ah, but I did enjoy some parts you know? Licht holding Hedgy!Hyde in his arms and protecting him was too sweeeeeet </3333 I’m sorry but OTP feels. No really, that was probably the best part for me…. One of my headcanons for the end of the arc was Licht holding Hyde and not letting anyone touch him, not even doctors when they take them to the hospital :’) He won’t let his angel mouse be touched by anyone, not after what just happened.

Eh… Ok I got carried away(?)
Where was I…? Ah yeah, the final ep sucks. But the Greed pair rules all and makes my life better, yes? (´▽`;)

Hahah thanks for your message and comments ♥

EDIT: Oops, forgot to answer to the last question…. Eh, well… a second season seems unlikely but they did hint on the Alicein arc a few times… But even if they do announce a second season, it’s probably gonna be all made up OTL

32. - Ill be the Freak U can Taunt.

Do you like the way I flick my tongue or nah?
You can ride my face until you dripping cum
Can you lick the tip then throat the dick or nah?
Can you let me stretch that pussy out or nah?

Pussy so good, I had to save that shit for later
Took her to the kitchen, fucked her right there on the table.

Kalea:

“I cant believe the way I acted at dinner last night”, I mumbled against Malakai’s skin as he continued to run his fingers all over my body. He had been like this since making up, unable to keep his hands off me and I him.“My mother is going to kill me”, I sighed with defeat as he finally let out a chuckle as he pressed his lips against my shoulder. “Serves yo ass right for actin out”, He grinned though he kept his eyes closed as I continued to trace over his tattoos on his chest.

“I just wanted to ruin dinner for Dom”, I admitted pathetically which had him laughing as he lifted his head and looked down at me with tired eyes. “Thats hella evil baby”, He stated with amusement however I simply found myself shrugging my shoulders while I took the sight of him in.

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Stale Sandbech:  Would You Rather

“I don’t know any of these people.”  Stale whispers in my ear as we each grab a beer.

“I know, right?  Like who even are these people?”  I respond.  Usually at these snowboarding parties, we know everybody. 

“I say we get drunk and have a great time.”

“Cheers to that, Sandbech.”  I say holding my beer up in the air.  We make no effort to find any of our other friends…or to make any friends.  We just drink.

An hour later, Stale and I are in the middle of an intense drunken conversation.  I’m sitting the kitchen counter with Stale standing inches from my legs.

“Mark or Craig. Go.”  Stale says.  We’re playing an always-entertaining game called Would You Rather.

“Oh absolutely not.  I’m not choosing between those two.”  I reply, shaking my head in refusal.

“If you don’t answer then you have to take another shot.  Rules are rules, y/n.”  Stale demands.  Without saying a word, I take another shot.  I give him a ‘take that’ kind of look.  “I change the rules.  You have to choose, no matter what.”

“But I wouldn’t want to date either of them.  They’re like these adorable Canadian man-children.  I don’t see them in…that way.”  I say, making dramatic hand gestures and probably slightly slurring my words.  I can feel my drunkenness.

“Whom do you see in ‘that way’ then?”  Stale asks.  I sip my drink and think about his question.

“Ummm Harry Styles.  And Mikkel Bang.  That guy is hot as shit.”  I admit.  It’s the truth, but I regret saying it instantly.  I’ve never admitted my little crush on Mikkel. 

“Mikkel?  Is it because he’s tall?  It’s because he’s tall,” Stale says, before taking another shot for no apparent reason.  “Or maybe you just like Norwegian guys.”

“Oh it’s the Norwegian thing for sure.  Him being tall is only a bonus.”  I joke.  Stale moves closer to me so that his body is resting against my legs.

“I’m Norwegian you know.”

“I’m aware.  It’s probably why I think you’re hot, too.”  I say with a completely straight face.  Stale is hot, but then again, most of my snowboarder friends are good looking.

“I could be taller, though.”  Stale states with a slight frown.  I can’t tell if he’s blushing or just rosy-cheeked because of the alcohol.

“Nah, I think you’re a cutie.”  I can tell that this statement pleases him as he runs his fingers through his hair.  It’s like he’s trying to model off how attractive he is.

“Me or Mikkel.  Go.”  Stale asks quickly, as if this question will change the world as we know it.

“You.  For sure.”  I say instantly.  This must be the answer Stale wants because he grabs my waist.  I’m still on the counter and Stale is still standing, so I wrap my legs around his waist.  My arms are around his neck.  His face is just an inch from mine.

“Good answer.”  Stale whispers before slamming his lips to mine.  He pulls my waist so that there isn’t any space between us.  Things start getting intense.  I know where this is going and right now it’s exactly what I want.

“Let’s go upstairs.”  I say with a smile.

“Really?”  Stale asks, both surprised and excited.  I look down and see that Stale is definitely prepared for is about to happen.

“Really.”  I tell him.  His smile grows widely.  He turns so I can get on his back and he carries me upstairs.

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I wake up with a raging headache.  Once I finally focus my eyes, I realize I’m in an unfamiliar bedroom.  I look and learn that I’m wearing a guy’s tshirt.

The sound of the blankets moving causes me to notice that there’s another person in the bed with me.  Stale.  Well this is awkward.  Stale’s just a friend and clearly we crossed the line last night.

I start creeping out of the bed, trying not to wake the sleeping boy.

“Well good morning, y/n.”  Stale says in a sleepy voice.  It’s kind of adorable.

“Oh hey.”  I respond awkwardly.  I’m not good with this kind of stuff.  Stale pats the bed telling me to come lie back down.  I shake my head.

“Are you trying to run out on me?  I thought last night was fun.”  Stale says.  He sits up in the bed.  I look at him before saying anything.  He’s shirtless and his hair is unruly, but in a perfect, sexy kind of way. 

“We were drunk.”  I finally say.  I keep staring at him because holy shit he is so attractive.  I had never really looked at him this way, but now I’m definitely looking at him in that way.

“Yeah, but it was still fun.  At least for me.”

“We’re friends, though.  And I don’t usually do the one-night stand thing.  It was fun, but-”  I try to explain to Stale.  I usually have more self-control when I’m drunk, but apparently not last night.

 “This doesn’t have to be a one night stand.”  Stale says, running his hands through his messy hair.  Is he trying to kill me?  Seriously.  He must be doing this on purpose.

“Oh I could be your booty call?  How charming.”  I mumble rather rudely.  Mostly I’m getting annoyed at the fact I want him so badly.  I try to compose myself and get my clothes on.

“Not a booty call.  Like, I don’t know, we can go on dates and stuff.  I like you, y/n,” Stale admits to me.  “Remember when I asked you choose between Mark or Craig?”

“Yeah?”

“Well I asked you that because I thought you liked Mark.  I was so relieved when you said you didn’t, then I was bummed when you said Mikkel was hot.”  Stale says.

“You were jealous?”  I ask, going and sitting on the bed.

“Yeah, cause I like you and I want you to like me.  We don’t have to rush anything.  I just thought you should know.”  Stale tells me.  Now that he’s sober, I can definitely tell he’s blushing.  It only makes me want him more.  I slide over on the bed until I’m straddling Stale.  “Does this mean you like me?”

“Yes.  Also, I’m very much ok with rushing things.”  I say, putting my hands on his bare chest and kissing him a little too intensely. 

5x09 Scott and Stiles Confrontation Analysis

So of course a lot of people have talked about this already, but I am still not over the rainy Skittles fight so can I just talk about it real quick (meaning: for a really long time)?

I went through and dissected this whole scene because it was too good and I think that there is a lot to take away from it, but I think that there are 2 moments in their conversation that are really illuminating. 

“I didn’t have a choice.”

Much has been made of the fact that it’s a silly tv trope that Stiles didn’t just straight up explain, “He was trying to eat me, it was self-defense.” But I’d say that there is purpose in Stiles’ word choice (he repeats that phrase twice) here, and it’s because he did have a choice, and now he feels like he chose wrong.

I’m not talking about Donovan here, I’m talking way back when in season one when Stiles was offered the bite, and he chose not to take it.

After Scott tells him, “There’s always a choice,” is when Stiles blows up about the true alpha thing, and I’m not seeing his speech as his side of the argument for the necessity of sometimes killing people for the greater good (I don’t think they really even talk about that in this scene, it’s already basically a given that they are on different sides of that debate - but more on that later). 

Stiles says, “I can’t do what you can, Scott…all of us can’t be true alphas. Some of us have to make mistakes…Some of us are human!” There is a lot of anger in this outburst, but as per usual with our favorite self-loathing little buddy, that anger is focused inward. The way he sees it, if he was Scott, he would have had a choice (”I know you wouldn’t have done it”), because having werewolf powers grants you choices that humans don’t get. And he was given the option to be that way, and he made the choice not to take it, and effectively closed the door on him getting to make any future choices. 

He made a mistake when he opted out on the power to make choices, and now he is always backed into a corner, and this is the punishment he gets for making such a ‘selfish’ decision. And he hates himself for it. Because that choice is one that he is truly guilty for having made.

“We can’t kill people! You believe that?”

This is the central question and the heart of the disagreements they have had so far. 

Another thing that is really interesting about the word choices in this conversation is that Stiles never explicitly admits that he killed Donovan. He implies that he did, but he never actually says it, and Scott gives him plenty of chances.

Scott: “You killed him? You killed Donovan?”

Stiles: “I mean, he was going to kill my dad. What, was I supposed to just let him?”

Scott: “You had to kill him?”

Stiles: “Scott, he was going to kill my dad.”

(And let’s not even get into the fact that Stiles views “he was going to kill my dad” as a more compelling defense than ‘he was going to violently eat me to death,’ because that kills me. As does the fact that, due to their miscommunication about the events, what Stiles is hearing from Scott is that apparently Scott would rather both the Stilinskis were gruesomely murdered than a member of his pack does something morally questionable.)

Listen, the point is that Stiles never straight up says that he killed Donovan. He is actually more well-adjusted about this than I thought he would be. Stiles has been able to process what happened and come to the conclusion that what happened was necessary and in defense of both his own life and his dad’s, and also not his fault, because again, in that moment, he did not have a choice. So copping to a guilty ‘I killed him,’ doesn’t feel right to describe what happened. Which, bravo to Stiles, because that is some amazing mental fortitude.

And so when Scott asks him if he believes that it is wrong to kill people, the answer is immediately a ‘no.’ Stiles doesn’t even have to think. His answer is, ‘No, I don’t believe a blanket, catch-all philosophy that ‘you can’t kill people’ because sometimes, in some circumstances, you can and you should.’

But. 

For all Stiles’ mental fortitude, he does have trouble believing in himself (this kid does not get a lot of support). He harps on it a lot in this conversation, that he needs Scott to believe him, because for all of his well-adjusted-ness to stick, he needs someone to believe what he believes on this one.

And Scott doesn’t. He just absolutely doesn’t. He’s got a different background and worldview and he can’t believe that it is okay to kill in any circumstances. It’s just completely against his nature. (And, yeah, from his perspective, to agree would be to support not self-defense killings but raged-fueled murders, so no, in this moment he is not and should not white lie about his beliefs.)

Stiles trusts Scott. He trusts Scott to know what is good and true, and he can see that his belief - that sometimes killing is necessary - is deeply troubling to Scott (what he’s actually seeing is that Scott is deeply troubled by Stiles crushing skulls with wrenches, but ah, miscommunication). And when he sees how troubled Scott is, that is what backs him down from his beliefs.

At this point, Stiles’ answer is, ‘No, I don’t believe that blanket, catch-all philosophy that ‘you can’t ever kill people,’ and I thought that my belief (that in some circumstances it is okay kill people) was okay, but now I am seeing that it is really not. Everybody (my mom when I was not even 10 years old) (you just now when you inadvertently compared me to the nogitsune) is right that I am a bad and dangerous person because I hold this bad and dangerous belief. But I can’t just make myself not believe it anymore. What can I do to not be bad - please help me, because I don’t know how to believe what you do, but I want to be a good person and not a person that people look at like they looked at the nogitsune.’

Stiles: “What do I do about this? What do you want me to do, okay - just - Scott, just tell me how to fix this, alright?”

Yeah, he’s talking about how to fix their relationship, but he’s also asking for advice. Stiles has really been struggling (this season in particular) with the question of whether or not the darkness in him is dangerous, and now that the issue is finally out in the open, he is looking for the advice of someone that he views as being unfailingly good. ‘What do I do about the fact that the people I love believe me to be capable of stone-cold murder - and that they might be right? What do I do to fix this very real psychological defect, that could be putting those people that I love in danger just because of their proximity to me?’ He trusts that Scott can help him.

And it’s heart-crushing that Scott turns away. But to be fair, Scott is not aware of all of these levels that are going on. I also think that he doesn’t view what he is saying as ‘kicking Stiles out of the pack.’ He’s trying to get Stiles to back off for his own good, trying to take some of the constant stress and worry off of his friend’s plate so that he can get better. Telling him to talk to the sheriff, too, is the classic move of a friend who wants to help but is out of their depth. He doesn’t get the full picture of the situation, and that leaving Stiles on his own with this is the worst thing he could do. They’re both just kids.

This all just struck me because, earlier in the season, Stiles was full of rage and I was working on a fic about it, but now everything is so different. Stiles here at the end of this conversation isn’t enraged, he’s just hurt and broken and alone. He’s despairing. And I just - I have no idea how he’s going to keep moving after this.

Pick Your Poison [Eisuke - Oneshot]

            Their perfumes were strong and rich. Their laughter was high pitched. Their hair brushed his face and shoulders all the time as they clung to his arms. One woman on each arm. Both women were equally beautiful. Sarah, the platinum blonde, was on her right and Mandy, the raven hair, was on her left. They kept talking in their annoying voice and at one point, Eisuke just lost it. He shook his hands and the two women wide eyes, staring at him.

“Eisuke? What’s wrong?” Mandy asked.

Instead of replying, Eisuke turned and walked away.

Eisuke felt something was off about him recently. He felt nothing.

Women, money… He no longer cared about all of that. He owned everything but it consumed him from the inside out. It killed him slowly like a parasitic plant attached to his heart and sucked the life out of him.

He felt suffocated.

            As he was deep in thought, he wandered to a different part of the city. There was a small alley and on that narrow, dirty road, there was a small store with a tacky pink neon sign. That was when he stopped and looked.

It’s said: “Open.” But there’s nothing else.

He peeked inside the glass door out of curiosity when suddenly a face of an old man appeared behind the door. The man’s face was so close to the door and his eyes were leveled to Eisuke’s. Eisuke gasped loudly, flailing backward in surprise to distance himself from the weird creature.

The old man opened the door and greeted him with a smile, “Come on in, young man.” He gestured to Eisuke while moving aside to let him in.

“I’m not looking for anything,” Eisuke gruffly said. He was still grudging over how the man made him looked like an idiot. The old man was too weird as well so who would be stupid enough to go inside a sketchy antique store with him, Eisuke thought.

“Are you sure you’re not looking for anything?” the old man asked again when Eisuke was ready to leave.

Eisuke narrowed his eyes and the old man smiled, “You can come in and just look. After all, you can’t buy anything in this store.”

Eisuke became more puzzled. The lines on his forehead deepened as he digested what the other person was saying: a store where you can’t buy anything.

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Night before New Year

“Tony? Tony, I am home.”

“What – what the… Steve?!”

“Yeah. Hi babe. I missed you so much.”

“Steve, is it – wait, how I am supposed to know it is you and not the other guy?”

“You have a duck butt.”

“… It is you. Steve…”

”Yeah. Tony, I am sorry–”

“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?!”

“Agh! Tony, come on!! Really?!”

“What else did you expect?! You left me!! You sent me divorce papers!! You fought against me!! You – you!!”

“Okay, okay! I know! Just let me explain! Please!”

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light up a candle, lock the door (wanna stay right here with you)

bellarke + “you’re super short and i’m sorry but it’s really really cute whenever you try to reach that book on the top shelf here lemme help you- oh no don’t be embarrassed, your face is all red and you’re even more adorable now i am going to die” au

a/n: my au!bellarke situation has gotten out of control. someone call a support line on my behalf.

Bellamy is trying not to stare at the blonde girl on the other side of the shop, he really is, but he can’t help it, not when her hair gleams in the light coming through the windows, not when her eyes are just the perfect shade of blue, not when… an entire bookshelf is going to fall on her head.

It’s going to happen, he just knows it, so he tells himself it’s purely for safety reasons that he walks across the room, just in case he needs to dig her out from a pile of books when the shelf inevitably comes down.

She’s got one foot resting on the bottom shelf, the other dangling off the ground as she reaches up to one of the higher shelves, her fingertips barely grazing the spine of some of the books. He can’t tell which one she’s going for, but he knows if she puts too much weight on that bottom shelf, the whole thing is going to crush her and she’ll die and it’ll be all his fault.

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