his face says i hate you all

A lot of people apparently think it’s a valid statement when they say that Stiles and Derek hated each other, and I wholeheartedly say, you’re wrong.

I’d like to call this my masterpost for proof that Stiles and Derek did, indeed, care for one another very much. I may not list all, but I will list the ones I find the most notable:

1. Stiles getting in Chris Argent’s face about Kate and what Kate did to Derek and his family. A lot of people look pass this scene, just a mere glance, but it truly caught my attention. I don’t think this has ever been addressed by Stiles before this scene, but in a part of Formality, Chris began questioning Stiles on what he had to do to tame Scott (trying to argue for why werewolves should be taken down) and Stiles brought up the Hale fire and immediately got upset and rather infuriated at what had happened. He knew what Kate did, knew what it did to Derek and it got to him. And that’s what got to me.

2. The iconic pool scene.

Firstly, Derek told Stiles to go protect himself, ready to fight by himself.

Now, of course, Stiles did not listen.

Secondly- wait, do I really need to explain why this scene is so important?

Stiles went back for Derek, who he claimed to hate, and saved him, kept him from drowning. (Totally screwed up his phone in the process but whateves.)

This is still one of the most notable Sterek scenes.

3. Derek saving Stiles from getting killed by Isaac.

4. Derek also protected Stiles from Peter in the hospital scene.

5. This scene.

What really got me about this one is that Stiles wasn’t that close to Boyd. He hardly even knew Boyd, but what he did know was how much Boyd meant to Derek.

What he knew was that Derek needed comfort, and he gave it in the slightest way.

It wasn’t much, just a hand on the shoulder, but he did it. He did it and this scene showed that he cared, that he was there for Derek.

6. Derek trusting Stiles over his own girlfriend.

Not to mention that later on in the episode, when Jennifer stated that she could be the only one to take them to Stiles’ dad, Derek went into full attack mode.

7. Derek being protective over Stiles, ready to chase after him because he knew what Stiles was going to do would be risky.

8. The elevator scene.

Reminder that this scene was an episode after the argument they had, on the same day and possibly an hour apart at most.

What really got me about this scene was the worry on Stiles’ face when he saw Derek laying there. He just stopped all together for a moment before moving in to help.

The evident panic in his voice as he kept on telling Derek to wake up just warmed my heart.

9. Derek was incredibly hesitant in taking Stiles down while the Nogistune had taken over him. He hardly even suggested it.

10. Stiles worrying about Derek in season 4, after he got taken. He even refused to leave without finding Derek.

11. Stiles hesitating to go save his own best friend because Derek was close to dying.

This one scene basically saved season 4. This one scene broadcasted just how much Stiles truly cares for Derek.

Guys, he hesitated to save his own best friend. Understand how major that is.

Stiles only left when Derek told him to go, demanded it, and even than he still wasn’t sure and looked back once more before going.

This scene was so significant, probably the most significant Sterek scene ever.

12. Everyone looking at Stiles before Derek left.

This may not seem like a big deal, but I take this as his friends understanding just how much Derek means to him. He had to watch Derek walk away and I feel like they got it, it just clicked.

13. Stiles smiling at Derek’s initials.

The fact that something as simple as Derek’s initials had Stiles stopping just to smile really means something.

And if that wasn’t enough to prove how much he missed Derek, remember the following episode when Scott brought Derek up?

Stiles’ pause and the look on his face and the look on Scott’s face like he knew something, knew that Derek meant more to Stiles than Stiles was saying.

14. Stiles is Derek’s anchor.

Anchor. Anchor.

This is important.

An anchor being someone you feel safe and secure around, someone who can pull you back, someone meaningful.

Stiles was that for Derek, and if that’s not enough to prove just how much Derek cares for and appreciates Stiles, I don’t know what is.

In conclusion, you can say whatever you want about Sterek but do not deny how important they were to each other. It’s ridiculous and not even an argument. In the beginning, they probably hated each other but now? You’re only playing yourself if you’re really trying to argue that they mean nothing to each other.

so how about

  • nico finds out that Will is really insecure about his image, so he starts this thing where whenever he sees Will he goes like “hi handsome” or “hey there pretty face”
  • so will decides to retaliate with “my darling” or “sweety!”
  • thats how their Nickname War began
  • then one day nico is showing these newbies the camp (he happened to be on Chiron’s line of sight the moment they arrived) and he sees will ahead talking with whoever and “HEY HOTTIE”
  • will be all smiles and “bae!” AKA nico’s most hated nickname
  • and nico be like “oh,i was hoping you would say that” and BAAM
  • he’s wearing Not Your Bae™ t-shirt
  • oh he feels real smug just then
If A Guy...

ever complains about anything regarding you. Ask him how he plans to rectify it. Watch that dumbfounded look on his face appear. Always spin that shit back at him.

He Says: “I hate that glittery bag of yours. It gets glitter all over the place.”
You Say: “Well, how do you plan on rectifying it? Because I am rather fond of this bag.”
He Says: “Well….I don’t know.”
You Say: “Well, you can either buy me a new bag or quit complaining about something you are not willing to change yourself. Otherwise, it clearly doesn’t bother you enough.”

He Says: “You are a bit stubbly on the underarms and legs, sweetheart.”
You Say: “Well, how do you plan on rectifying it? Because I shave every single day. If my work isn’t to your liking, you can pay for me to get waxed or have lazer hair removal.”

He Says: “I think we’re just too far apart.”
You Say: “Well, if there’s distance between us, how are you going to rectify that? You could always pay for me to move closer or you can get me a new car or you can pay for my Uber/Lyft/flight tickets so I can visit you more.”

He Says: “You are getting a little chubby there, babe.”
You Say: “Well, how do you plan on rectifying it? Because I do work out and I try to be mindful of what I eat. You could always get me a personal trainer or hire a nutritionist for me. That way I can get the results we both want.”

Boys are always willing to complain but never want to do anything about it, a man will fix (and pay) for what he doesn’t like. 

{{A lot of people hate Hayden Christensen because they think he made Anakin/Vader too weak or ruined the character or says he can’t act, etc, etc. All of which I don’t believe and what not. But can we all just agree on one thing?







Like, my gosh. He can command a screen with his “I am literally going to kill you face” and he looks absolutely evil at points. And at other times when he looks crazy. I.E When Padme confronts him on Mustafar. Anyways, get off my precious sunflowers back. Just leave him alone. He’s amazing. He can act and he’s the most generous adorable precious person who still loves Star Wars and loves that he was able to be apart of it}}

  • What they say: I'm fine
  • What they really mean: Did you see the hurt on Dirk's face after Todd said he never wanted to see him again? He was so hurt that as soon as they traveled back in time, when he saw the arrow pointed at him his only response was "oh". He took the shot looking like a wounded animal, because all he cares about is Todd, he wanted to solve the case but he knew it might mean Todd hating him. I just want his happiness. Dirk deserves so much love and forgiveness and I just want him to be okay.

Andrew’s Foolproof Method for Shutting Neil Up

    “Nine percent of the time I don’t want to kill you. I always hate you.”
    “Every time you say that I believe you a little less.”
    “No one asked you.” With that, Andrew caught Neil’s face in his hands and leaned in.

    “That’s a first,” Neil said. “Do I get a prize for shutting you up?”
    “A quick death,” Andrew said. “I’ve already decided where to hide your body.”
    “Six feet under?” Neil guessed.
    “Stop talking,” Andrew said, and kissed him.

    “The only one I’m interested in is you.”
    “Don’t say stupid things.”
    “Stop me,” Neil returned. He buried his hands in Andrew’s hair and tugged him in for a kiss. 

    Neil still felt like he was falling. He did fall afterward, albeit in a controlled slide down the wall, gasping for breath and dizzy with burnt-out need.
    “Do you want—” he started, voice ragged.
    Andrew kissed him to shut him up.

    “I’ll get bored of you eventually.”
    “You sure?” Neil asked. “Rumor has it I’m pretty interesting.”
    “Don’t believe everything you hear.”
    Neil ignored that dismissal because Andrew was already pulling him down again. They kissed until Neil felt dizzy…

    “I won’t be like them,” Neil said. “I won’t let you let me be.”
    “One hundred and one,” Andrew said, “going on one hundred and two.”
    “You’re a terrible liar,” Neil said, and Andrew kissed him into silence.

Positive reinforcement means Neil is going to end up running his mouth. A lot. Clever, Andrew.

Lucky Neil.

Confessions of a Mother's Diary #1
  • Rose: Mum, I cleaned up the attic yesterday. Guess what I found? Your Diary!
  • Hermione: (Oh no.)
  • Rose: I didn't know you were such a romantic.
  • Hermione: ...
  • Rose: On page 394 you wrote, "He took me on a moonlight broom ride last night. I hate flying but I can't say no to that face. All 30 minutes of that experience was exhilarating. His arms were around me and I knew he would never let me fall. Right there and then, I secretly admitted I love flying if he's on the broom with me. He was so handsome, his hair matches the silver of the moon."
  • Rose: Mum, I know you were smitten. But dad's red hair does not match the silver of the moon.
  • Hermione: Young lady, I'd appreciate it if you don't tell your father this.
Autistic Dex Headcanons
  • HATES there not being a plan in place all the time
    • honestly too much free time stresses him out, which is part of why he makes sure he’s always busy
  • so bad at facial expressions
    • both recognizing them on other people and actually making them
    • during any given point in a conversation half his brain is going ‘what face should i be making? what do i do with my face? how should i be responding shit i don’t know’
    • everyone thinks he’s angry all the time and he’s not he just doesn’t know how to project his emotions
  • hides his need to stim by doing useful things with his hands (fixing stuff, baking)
    • baking also helps give him control over what smells are in the area
    • and dough just feels really nice
    • can’t sit still ever he’ll be shaking his leg or messing with something with his hands
    • chowder catches on and gets him some stim toys but dex is really self conscious about pulling those out in public
    • starts carrying around rubber bands or a deck of cards
  • he auditory stims SO MUCH he will listen to a single song on repeat for literally months on end
  • gets overwhelmed by touch really easily
    • not a fan of textured clothes
    • constantly overwhelmed around the SMH bc they have no concept of personal space
    • also holster and shitty are capable of causing sensory overload just by theirselves
  • he’s alright with kegsters bc alcohol makes everything easier to manage, but he still prefers helping out to getting thrown in the middle of things
  • also he’s really overwhelmed by heat
    • he loves chowder but dex is never coming to cali

Allow me to throw my two cents into the mockery of Adam Driver’s looks.

Just don’t. Make fun of Kylo Ren’s asshattery all you want, but leave Driver’s looks out of it. He seems like a thoughtful, awkward guy who has expressed hating seeing or hearing himself in interviews and his performances. He’s a former Marine. He runs a non-profit organization. He did a great job acting wise with Kylo.

“I’m like a sight gag, I have this really big face…I don’t totally get it. I mean, when I read for Girls (2012) I was, like, the script says ‘Handsome Carpenter,’ so someone else is going to get the part. They’ll have someone handsome, not me. I mean, I’m not in any danger of getting leading-man parts”- Adam Driver

Just…leave him be if you don’t like his looks.

For people bashing on Dan Stevens for playing Beast

Get over it. He is talented and deserved that role. Please have a seat, watch The Guest, Legion and some others stuff he is in, you will see how talented he is.

And for those saying he is “too old” for Emma, well, why do you even care so much since his face won’t be recognizable with all this CGI, except for probably like 10 minutes at the end of the film. I don’t even want to talk about people still hating on him for Downton Abbey, it’s been 5 years since he left, move on.

I’m so sad and tired to see haters when they have never seen a piece of Dan’s work.

CW: discussion of nazis, nazi slogans, hate crimes, and antisemitism

I am so fucking disgusted with the popular media’s portrayal of Shia Labeouf’s arrest.

They’re all saying Shia, the anti-Trump protester, “got into an altercation with” a Trump supporter, that ended in Shia “attacking and punching” the Trump supporter.

Okay, if you are phrasing it like that, you’re being very dishonest by omission. It’s not just “anti Trump vs pro Trump.”

The guy first got all up in Shia’s face, put his arm around him, pretending to be a fan who wanted to take a selfie with him and then suddenly started saying Nazi slogans such as “Hitler did nothing wrong.”

WHAT THE FUCK?????? Of course Shia shoved him away from himself!!! Who the fuck wouldn’t in that scenario?!?! I don’t know what Shia Labeouf’s religious practice and views are but I know he comes from a Jewish family and background.

By framing this as just a “trump protest incident” the media is deliberately covering up inflammatory antisemitic hate speech spouted by a Nazi towards a person of Jewish heritage. This should NOT be covered up! People need to be aware of what is going on!

Hate speech is not constitutionally protected speech. Speech intended to incite violence is NOT constitutionally protected speech. Why is every outlet covering the arrest leaving out what was said? Why are they covering up the truth??

I’m so pissed off. It’s barely been a week and I’m already terrified. It’s as bad as all the “worst case scenario” predictions people were making without expecting them to really come true, let alone THIS quickly. We can’t just hide what’s going on and pretend it’s not happening. The rising antisemitism, xenophobia, and nazism needs to be addressed and stopped.

I’m not leaving without you.

Author’s note: Part 5 of the ‘I picked this for you’ series.
ALLLLLLL THE ANGST GUYS. I promise I’m gonna fluff up this series soon! 

Missed out on the previous part? Here you go.

Nicholas J Fury hated two things.
Bad guys and complications.

So when Agent Hill had delivered a message from Tony Stark saying you’d left, you could say he was a little pissed. He’d never admit it to your face; but you were his most valuable Avenger. You weren’t just a lab technician, you were a strategist, handy with a sniper rifle and above all you saw the smallest details in everything; which is what contributed to your value. In the wrong hands, you could be a lethal weapon if someone desired it.

‘Where is she?’ Fury demanded down the telephone.

‘Bucharest, Romania’ the voice replied.

‘Go bring her back’ Fury shot back.

‘We thought it would be best to let her come back in her own time, she doesn’t want to be here’

‘Given that is a stupid ass decision, I’ve elected to ignore it. Bring. Her. Back.’


‘Do not challenge me, Stark’
Fury slammed down the phone and sighed heavily, hand pinching his forehead. ‘I’m surrounded by idiots’ He murmured.

‘I wonder why she went to Romania’ Natasha pondered, as she clicked her seatbelt in.
‘I can only assume it’s something to do with scrap metal over there’ Tony responded flippantly, as Bucky sat down in the back of the quinjet.
‘Let’s go get our girl back!’ Steve called as he turned the ignition on.

You were sat in a different lab, surrounded by different people.
You knew a few people in high places and you’d made a few calls to secure you a hiding place away from the compound. It was strange, the unknown made you uncomfortable.

‘You alright?’ Your colleague asked. Oh boy, small talk. Your inner teenager grumbled.
‘I’m doing okay’ You lied, small fake smile placed on your face.

You missed the Avengers. It had barely been 24 hours.
You missed Tony and his egotistical, sarcastic remarks.
Steve and his mom like nature – the thought made you laugh inside; but it soon turns to sadness when you realise you’ll never see him again.
You missed them all, dare your brain even think it…but even Bucky.
Another couple of hours went by, little attempts as small talk stopped when you couldn’t be bothered to try produce a lengthy answer.
The silence was broken when your colleague coughed to get your attention.
‘Are you okay?’ You asked, eyebrow raised slightly.
She looked at you and nodded over your shoulder.

You turned on your stool and there they were.
Your family.

Tony, Natasha, Sam, Wanda, Steve and behind Steve, hidden a little, was Bucky.
‘What are you doing here?’ You asked.
‘We’re here to bring you home’ Tony replied, simply.
‘Look I can’t-‘
‘because of boy blunder over there?’ Tony nodded towards Bucky.
Your eyes widened, they knew. They all knew what happened.
‘You should leave’ Your eyes fell to the floor.

‘Doll please!’ The familiar, but painful voice protested.
You looked at him, you felt your body tense.
Bucky had moved from behind Steve and closer to you, if he stretched his arms out, you would touch. How he longed to hold you, he craved your touch. ‘Please…’ he pleaded with you ‘Please come home. We miss you. I miss you’

The Avenger’s looked on as Bucky tore himself apart for the second time for you.
You shook your head ‘Just go Bucky’
‘No! I’m not leaving without you. I need you. Can’t you see how much I’m sorry?’
Bucky could feel the pain in his chest, it hurt. But not as much as what it did when you delivered the final blow to it.

‘I’m sorry too Buck…I’m sorry I ever fell in love with you’ and with that said, you turned your back on Bucky and the Avengers.


The first month without you was the hardest.
You kept the Avengers updated; often sending Tony new tech ideas and calling once a week.
You knew you’d hurt them all by dismissing the idea of making a return.
Bucky had hit a new low without you, at first he used to take his anger out in the gym, but after a week or so, that wasn’t working, so he’d go out, pick up any girl who’d be willing to have him. He’d bring her back to the compound and ruin her. But no matter how many girls that came and left – it still wasn’t you.

 Eventually, Steve intervened in Bucky’s downwards spiral; instead of hearing his friend screw away his days, he enrolled him in more missions. A risky chance given his unstable mind, but it turned out to be a good one when he saw Bucky’s temperament had calmed down.


It was coming to the end of your second month away from the Avenger’s tower. You missed it terribly, the atmosphere wasn’t the same here.
As you packed away the toolbox from your latest idea, your phone started buzzing erratically across the table.
‘Hey Stark, what’s up? You answered.

‘You need to come back – now.

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“I don’t like this Evan guy. He’s pretty stupid. Why does he always get the girls?”  Peter groans, going on about how much he dislikes one of the leading actors. His face was even getting a little pink from how much he was rambling on.

“Why do you hate him so much? What did he ever do to you?” You ask, tired of his whining. You just wanted to watch the rest of the show.

“No clue. Maybe it’s his hair. Yeah, it’s his hair. And his jawline.” He rolls his eyes, sighing deeply, trying to calm down a bit.

“No offense but you kinda look the same. Maybe it’s just me, though.” You hold back a laugh as his face scrunches up when you say that.

“We don’t look the same! Not at all! PFF. You’re wrong. I don’t see it.” Peter huffs angrily. It’s kinda cute.

“Okay, whatever you say. But I still think he’s awesome.” You smirk, knowing that comment would just piss Peter off more.


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Harry doesn’t get it. He wears his heart on his sleeve because he hasn’t any idea what the world is really like. Things don’t always happen for a reason. Sometimes life is mean and pointless and people hurt you just because they can. Sometimes you fall in love with a person or a fantasy of the person you’re going to be someday, and all it ever does for you is make you into something you hate, brittle bones and stone walls.

He’s pulled out of his thoughts by the motion out of the corner of his eye of Harry lifting up his phone. Louis gets a hand in front of his face just before he hears the fake shutter sound of the camera going off. “Missed me,” he says, peeking out from behind his fingers.

“I don’t get why you won’t let me take your picture,” Harry says, pouting a bit, and Louis just laughs.

“Well, we can’t have you finding out I’m a vampire, can we?” he says, patting Harry’s thigh consolingly. He turns back to the film, and tries not to worry about what Harry might see in his eyes if he ever managed to catch him off-guard.

The thing about this scene that I love is that for Vader we usually never see his face when he is fighting an opponent and it makes him that much more terrifying because you can’t see the emotions that he is displaying at the moment.

But in this one scene his eye says it all. The anger, the hate, the pure and unadulterated rage he feels is all shown through that bright evil and scary as hell yellow eye. Plus the rest of the helmet being intact and the bright burning of the cut in helmet around the eye just makes it that much more nightmare inducing.

And then you hear his voice and im not talking about the vader voice. You hear anakin for the first real time since clone wars. And its not that happy anakin we all know and love, its that dark and hate filled anakin that we only saw glimpses of through out clone wars. But in this scene he has embraced the dark side completely and just sounds so far lost in it you could not possibly think there was any chance of redemption for him.

And when he finally says her name for the first time since he last saw her. Its sounds so close like he use to say it. Like theres still some shred of light left in him because of her. But then it gets snuffed out like a flame by the cold grip of the dark side that lives within him and you really know just how far he has fallen.

That is why this is one of the best scenes in Star Wars history!

anonymous asked:

''Deep down you love/hate me'' Clem kisses his cheek and then runs [I regret nothing]

Frisk doesn’t know how answer about that, but his face say all.

((I AM NOT DEAD, just I take a little time practicing jgbgurrge

shia labeouf, a jewish man, was arrested for standing up to a literal nazi. as a fellow jew i am absolutely terrified. do you really think any of us are going to let some god awful white supremacists shout in our faces telling us our people’s suffering was deserved, telling us that monster did nothing wrong and expect us to be quiet? you expect us not to meet their hate with a fist to the face? shia didn’t even do that and he has been arrested. he has since been released but listen.. these are terrifying times we live in. to all my jewish people out there, please be safe and remain alert. they cannot do this to us.

Impulse. Chapter 14

Impulse Chapter 13.

Warning- Smut below.

Joker grasped her neck again. “Don’t play with things you don’t understand Harley. Or I swear to god I’ll put a bullet in your head myself.” He squeezed her neck tight, he hated her for being stupid enough to put herself at risk and nearly undoing all his hard work. But at the same time, he was enjoying the sight he saw before him now, Harley Quinn was unfolding before his very eyes. Even now he could see her mind evolving into something extraordinary.

“I promise.. I won’t touch a gun again.” Harley said, tears threatening again.

“No I didn’t say that!” He slapped her face hard, breaking the skin on her bottom lip. “You’re not listening!”

“Please… You’re hurting me.” She begged.

“What did you think was gonna happen huh? You put a fucking gun to your head? You’re mine sweetheart, I decide if you live or die, not you.”

Fighting the tears in her eyes, her anger brewed. “Shut up, just shut up! I don’t get you, one minute you’re all over me, and the next you’re using me as a punching bag! Make up your mind! You don’t fucking own me!”

Joker growled, pressing her neck harder, so hard that his hands went white under the pressure. He was squeezing the life out of her. “Don’t you ever speak to me like that again, you worthless whore.”

J suddenly released his hands and awaited her reply, he didn’t want to kill her by strangulation. If he was gonna kill her, it would be a delicious death, full of pain, pleading and merciless torture.

That’s what she deserves.

Harley gasped for air, the fresh oxygen now filling her lungs, massaging her neck to make her airway clearer. Her face turned upwards and before she could control herself, she started to chuckle. “H-how can I be a whore? If I won’t even sleep with you.”

The Joker’s hand came at such a speed that all she heard was a rush of air before it connected with her jaw. Sending Harley into a world of darkness.

Harley slowly came round, she wasn’t sure what time it was or even what room she was in. Her head and jaw were throbbing in pain and her neck was tender to the slightest movements.

It was pitch black, unable to see anything, Harley felt around the bed and realised she was still in J’s room. Rolling over to the side of the bed she flicked on the lamp, the light blinding her for moment until her eyes adjusted.

On the table lay her phone. Hello old friend. Switching it on she read the time, 03.12am. Fuck. Waiting patiently for her messages and phone contacts to load, she soon discovered her sim card had been removed. Without it, it was useless. She didn’t know anyone’s numbers and the signal was out, so she couldn’t even make a basic phone call.

Why, why me? What did I ever do to deserve this? Harley gently ran her right hand over the burn on her left collarbone. That’s why.

Gripping into the bedside table she tried to stand, she wobbled slightly but her feet were strong enough. She padded across the room over to the dresser. Opening the draw, she saw all the weapons she’d seen earlier and pulled out the gun. After selecting her weapon of choice she creaked open the bedroom door. Harley was armed and ready to find him.

Even just holding it she felt the immense rush that she did earlier. Her head swung from left to right, checking that the corridor was clear before walking in the direction towards the stairs. “Where is that bastard?” She cursed aloud.

Everything was silent for a moment until her ears caught the sound of classical music being played.

There he is.

Cocking the gun back she slowly tiptoed towards the sound, she stopped outside a big black door. A crack of light from inside the room shone out of the bottom of the door frame. Without any hesitation she grabbed the handle and pushed it open. Joker was sitting at the desk, facing the door. It was piled high with paperwork and scraps of paper all over the floor. Not looking up from his work he spoke sharply “Get out.”

“No.” Harley shouted.

“No? No? What did I tell you about coming in here, huh?!” He raised his head to look at her fragile form. Her hair was coming loose from the ponytail, dried blood clinged to her lip and her neck and jaw were turning purple. He looked her over her, noticing the gun clutched in her right hand, he laughed.

“Silly girl…come to kill me have you?…” Joker teased.

Angry, she raised the gun, aiming in his direction. Her posture was strong, she was born to handle firearms. His mind wandered slightly, imagining her first kill, how it would sound, how it would feel to watch her end another person’s life.

“Yes.” Harley said firmly.

“Would you shoot an innocent unarmed man?” J mocked.

“No I wouldn’t, luckily I don’t see any around.” She quipped back, hold her aim tighter.

Joker rolled his neck and laughed, letting it echo around the room before his expression turned serious. “Harley, Harley, Harley, I’ve always found that smart mouth of yours very, very attractive, but it will get you in trouble.”

He stood out of his chair, and sauntered in her direction. She tightened her grip on the gun. “Good stance baby, but your aims a little off.. a little to the left.. yeah, yeah that’s it!” Joker walked a little bit closer until they were a few feet apart. “You look tense sweetie. Want a hand?” His laugher growing from the pit of his stomach.

Trying to blink through her rage she continued to stare into his eyes, not flinching once. He closed the gap and now the barrel of the gun was flush against his forehead, his right hand gripped the barrel and pressed it further onto his head. “Do it.” He whispered “Do it.”

What are you waiting for? Kill him Harley, you can be free if he’s dead, no more fear, you can leave and never look back.

But I’m not a killer, that would make me as bad as him, would I really be free even if I did?
This rush is addictive, I’ve never felt like this before, it’s-it’s beyond amazing, I can’t go back to a normal life now can I? How can I? I’d only crave that feeling again, like how I crave him, his mind, his touch.

She lowered the pistol, pulling it away from his grip. Tears spilled down her face when she realised that she needed him. Not just his incredible mind, but she needed him, all of him. Now. That’s the only way she’d be set free.

“Changed your mind eh?” He flexed his arms and hands, clicking his neck. “I don’t blame you, I would be greatly m-” He was cut off, when Harley threw the pistol on the floor, grabbed his face in both hands and thrust her lips onto his, kissing him passionately. He was shocked for a moment, she’d never lead a kiss with him before, but he wasn’t going to waste this moment. His hands found her body, and he wrapped his arms round her waist, returning the kiss viciously.

Harley withdrew before things got heavy. She took a deep breath to ask herself is she really wanted this, him. And she did, she needed that feeling. She felt it when she held the gun, and she feels it now when she’s around him.

“What was that?” He asked, his dusty, blue eyes brighter than ever.

Ignoring him and taking his hand in hers, she looked into his stunning, sharp face and whispered “I’m ready. For you and for this.”

Joker stood there for a moment registering what had just happened, was it a trick? No, no she meant it. A huge grin split across his face. “If you embrace me, you embrace the lifestyle.” He warned.

Harley smiled back and looked up at him through her lashes. She leant into him and placed a gentle, lingering kiss on the corner of his ruby mouth. “I need you.” And with that statement, she slipped away through the door..

Joker raced down the corridor attempting to catch up to her. He grabbed her from behind and pushed her into the wall, kissing her hard. His hands roamed her curves and Harley’s gripped at his shirt collar to pull him closer.

"Are you sure you want this? There ain’t no going back.” He muttered, the area surrounding her lips.

Harley sighed in pleasure. “I know, I know. J-just shut up and kiss me before I change my mind.”

He obeyed, grinning into her lips. Exploring each others mouth, he slid a hand down to her thigh and squeezed, he knew what that did to her. She moaned into him, enjoying his touch.

Harley then abruptly pulled away with a teasing smile playing on her features. She then continued to walk down the corridor, biting her lip when she walked away. Leaving him even more stunned than before. “Wanna play Harley? Oh, we can play.” Joker call after her.

Catching up to her again, now outside the bedroom door, he pushed her in. Grabbing her waist and walking her backwards over towards the bed. Her legs hit the frame and she fell.

He wasted no time in climbing on top of her, pulling her legs around him. “My. Little. Harlequin…” He murmured when his lips made contact with her but just barely, covering her with gentle kisses. This was driving her crazy, his body felt incredible. J sat up on his knees and pulled her along with him, his left hand squeezed her waist and his right hand grabbed the small of her back. Crunching the shirt fabric in his fist. Harley instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. She straddled him inhaling the scent of alcohol, cologne and cigars.

“I’m not Harley Quinn, not yet.” Harley gasped and moved her hands to slide around the back of his neck.

“Yes you are. Maybe not entirely, but you will be soon.” He replied, looking deeply into her eyes.

“I can’t become what you want me to be.” Harley confessed. “I’m not strong enough, I can’t - I can’t handle all this.”

“Yes you can. I’ll help you Harley.” He grinned. Nodding in agreement, she pressed her body against his. Feeling his heartbeat racing in his chest, she smirked. J started to unbutton her shirt, taking in her incredible body. He pulled it delicately off her shoulders and threw it to the floor.

Now it was his turn, Harley sat up higher on his lap and tugged the shirt over his head. She let it fall behind him, running her hands into his hair and then pulled, hard. He groaned into her neck, leaving traces of his breath along her skin.
Harley was now in her underwear and he was shirtless, too many clothes still between them. Leaning back, his hand ran up her spine and unclasped her bra. Throwing it over his shoulder he pressed her back onto the bed, kissing the new exposed skin before him. Harley rolled her head back onto the pillows and moaned loudly, she was a slave to his touch.

Reaching down to his belt buckle she started to tug. It wasn’t as easy as it looked, especially when he was rolling his expert tongue all over her body. Noticing her struggle J chuckled into her neck, he grabbed her wrists and raised them above her head. He held them there as he started to kiss and bite down from her bruised jawline, to her stomach. Inhaling her sweet scent as he worked his magic, feeling her squirm beneath him.

“Oh God..” Her back arched when he reached the inside of her thighs, kissing her softly. His finger hooked around her panties, pulling them down slowly, watching her in agony when he paused for a moment. Suddenly he ripped them off in one smooth motion. He pulled away kneeling backwards. Her face locking onto his when she saw him unbuckling that stubborn belt, he threw it dramatically on the floor, flashing her a smile as he undone his slacks. Joker pulled them down as quickly as humanly possible and climbed back over her naked body. “You are so beautiful Harley.” He whispered hotly. “So, so, so… Beautiful.”

Kissing her neck, she moaned. “Your not so bad yourself.” Harley grabbed his face and pulled him back down to hers, kissing like their lives depended on it. He settled between her legs as she pulled them up to his hips. His hands ran down them, pressing himself against her. Finally he pulled off his boxers. Completely hard, he couldn’t wait any longer.

“I’m going to make you mine.” Joker told her sternly. Kissing her more deeply this time, he positioned himself against her. She was ready, he could feel that.

"Make me yours.” Harley gasped, pinching her eyes shut in anticipation. Without hesitation, he did. J’s breath hitched when he slowly entered her body, relishing the way she felt around him. He had waited for this moment since the first time her laid eyes on her and it couldn’t have been more perfect.

Starting off slow he picked up his pace. Both their bodies moving in sweet harmony against each other. When his pace quickened, Harley let out a gasp and pulled her legs tighter around him to pull him. “Oh Joker, I…I…” She moaned, loosing her breath halfway through.

“Shhh….” He purred, sliding his hands all over her body. Then he hit it, that spot inside that every woman craves.

Harley gripped the satin sheets with her fists, she threw her head back and moaned loudly. “Oh J…Fuck.” She was done for now, her body tightened around him.

“Harley.” He breathed. J was just as close as she was. Stepping up the pace, they both rode into their release together. Her hands grabbed his shoulder blades when she reached her peak and dug her nails into his skin, dragging them down. He cried out in pain and pleasure when he felt his skin break and warm blood trickling down his back.

“Jesus, Harley.” He gave one more thrust and then he emptied himself inside her. Collapsing on top of her body, he caught his breath. “You’re such a good girl.”

“Your good girl…” She corrected, kissing him deeply.

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“I hate mages,” says Fenris.

“Fenris, you’re sleeping with three of them,” says Isabela. 

“Listen,” says Fenris, “first of all, that’s not the point, and second of all, I definitely hate Anders, and third of all Hawke doesn’t even count as a mage, he’s Hawke.”

“And… Karl?” says Isablea.

“I,” Fenris pauses, and frowns. “I don’t know. He came with Anders.”

“Who you hate.”


“So now you’re banging him and his boyfriend.”

Fenris opens his mouth, then pauses, then closes it again and scowls at Isabela. 

I think,” says Isabela, grinning and poking a finger in his face, “that you have a type.”

“I do not have a type,” says Fenris, batting at the finger.

“Magical and scruffy!”

I do not have a type!”