i am being written


Ok the reason this is one of the best scenes I have ever seen in a movie is because they immediately establish Colette’s tough personality as traits of a boss NOT a bitch. Unlike far too many films (children’s and adults), this lead female doesn’t try to make herself stand out by saying something that undermines other women like “I’m not like most women who spend half the day worrying what they look like” or “I don’t sit around playing with makeup and dolls”. I am so sick of seeing female characters that are written as being proud of being strong, brave, or courageous despite them being a woman. AS IF BEING A WOMAN IS A HANDICAP AND THEY BEAT THE ODDS. Colette straight out calls the patriarchy and establishes the system between her and her subordinate. At the end she isn’t portrayed as bitchy, but as a leader, and Linguine is impressed, not put off. If a man is tough and takes no bullshit, he is admired and considered a strong leader and boss. If a woman does the same she is considered out of line, bossy, and bitchy.

Here, Colette is an immediate leader, and does not try and undermine herself or other women in order to prove that she is charge.

Colette is seen as the boss, not seen as bossy.

Lego Batjokes Prompt Fill: makeout scene

This ended up being more serious (and less in-character as far as the movie is concerned) than I necessarily intended it to be, but I mean, y’know. Happens.

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Evgeni Malkin #1 - English

Anon asked: Hey, I saw that your requests were open and I was wondering if you could do a Evgeni Malkin where he’s nervous talk to you because he doesn’t speak English that well.

This prompt really got away from me and ended up being the longest one I’ve written. I am wearing a Malkin t-shirt jersey as I type this and I promise that it was a coincidence. I love him way more than I probably should. I took the liberty of adding in Bryan Rust as a character to work out some plot holes so I hope that is okay! I hope you enjoy reading this an much as I enjoyed writing this!

You loved working in a bakery especially one you owned but sometimes being your own boss was tough. You were usually the first one in and that last one out but today you finally pawned off the late shift to someone else and left early. You felt guilty of course, it was your bakery so it almost felt like cheating when someone else did the work. If it hadn’t been for the insistent nagging of your younger brother to come support him at work you wouldn’t have left. You were the older sister to Bryan Rust a winger for the Pittsburgh Penguins and thorn in your side. They made it through to the second round of the playoffs as you expected but you would never let him know that. Each player was allotted a certain number of tickets per game and you insisted that it was only right that your parents and your other brother Matt got to go. You made excuses about being busy at work which were half true and finally he had enough. Bryan, armed with a jersey and threat to call your mother showed up during your lunch break to directly ask you to come to their game.

“Bryan you know I can’t leave when there is so much to get done!”

He pulled his best wounded look, “it’s like you don’t care about me or something.”

“You know that isn’t true.”

“Prove it to me,” he crossed his arms, “come to the game tonight and as proof of attendance you have to meet me after in the locker room.”

You looked down at the stack of order forms on your desk, “fine. Yeah I’ll be there.”

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anonymous asked:

I actually feel quite insulted. How the fuck do they want us to believe that all this shit is true..when we have such a piece of shit being written in the media? I mean..who writes am article talking about a dm? I cant stop laughing 😂

they don’t care what we believe as long as louis looks straight, she gets her promo and they can destroy his image even more than what already is. they get off on the thought that a lot of fans are starting to think he chose this cause he’s homophobic and he hates being gay or whatever nonsense they are planting. i am just sorry they insult Louis and Louis’ persona, his family, his real life, his friends, his real loves and his career like this  over and over and over again. I don’t even care about being insulted as a fan with all this farce cause this is nothing compared to what they are doing to the only person who is actually living this. 

Dale Pike: Script End Scene

Sharing this for those who may have read the script and are wondering about its legitimacy.  

The script from Dale Pike is written by Dale.  In addition to Dale having said that they had written it, the end scene is different from the style which is used by the BBC Writers.  

Each BBC Writer has their own unique way of ending a scene.  It is kind of like a signature in a way.  Just a little unique touch.  The following are screenshots from the scripts released by BBC.

Steven Moffat: End Titles

Steve Thompson: Black Out, End of Episode #

Mark Gatiss: End

Dale Pike: Fade Out., End of episode.

The end scene does not match the end style of the other BBC writers. 

The scripts released by BBC were released after Dale had written their script and they did not go back and edit their script to make it match that of the BBC writers.  That said, Dale went through a lot of trouble to produce this script and make it look like it was real, but it was indeed writen by them. 

They are a good writer, and I am disappointed to see that skill having been used in this way.  The script could have been released on AO3 as a fanfic and people could have enjoyed it without it being implied and posted as something it is not.  I am glad Dale came out in the end as it indeed being written by them, but I think it is important to show proof as well for those who may still be questioning it  so am sharing this.

Also for those who may be on the fringes; @loudest-subtext-in-tv and @ivyblossom are both extremely well known Sherlock fans.  Loudest is a meta writer, and Ivy is an exceedingly skilled fan writer.  Dale Pike had gone onto twitter and then proceeded to create two Twitter accounts that pretend to be Loudest and Ivy.  The twitters were “loudestTubSext” and “IvyBlosom”.  They then linked to the real Loudest’ old defunct tumblr and claimed to own it. They do not. The real loudest lost her old tumblr name some time ago and that is why the end of their name is now “TV”.   Every now and again posts under the “television” name will cycle through tumblr.  It belongs to TV, not Dale.

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I love this show, so much. I love Chloe, so much. However, I am getting so tired of how dense she is being written when it comes to Lucifer being the devil, Maze, Amenadiel, Charlotte, etc. I get that the show needs to maintain a certain air of mystery in order for people to keep wanting to come back for more and to attract more viewers. (mmm okay, sure) I get that giving Chloe all her eggs would remove some of the mystery of the show. For the same reason that putting Lucifer and her together would. (mhm okay I waited 7 years for Mulder and Scully) But, she’s a detective? She’s been given countless clues and has been put in countless situations that point to everything Lucifer has always been saying to her. I get that she could just be ignoring it all because she doesn’t want to believe it. But, sometimes enough is enough. We are coming up to a 3rd season, it’s time for things to start changing and for the main characters, especially Chloe, to start evolving more. Chloe is the only character that has been stuck this whole time. Every character has grown and evolved, while Chloe is just twiddling her thumbs in the dark. And she’s the co-lead. You can’t just leave her out of all this anymore. Time for a change. I’m holding out hope for the season finale to enlighten things for her, if not just a little bit. Regardless, the show is amazing. The writing is good (for the most part). This episode, great. I have faith. I’m just being impatient and protective of a fictional character.


Happy birthday TAKAO!! (21/11)

This is the more romantic I get, thanks to the lucky item of 21/11 for scorpio (that was “coincidentally” in first place) Purse and the color blue.

somehow also “””coincidentally””” the second place was cancer with a cough drop and pink.

Really wanted to finish this a day ago but…things happen orz, also sorry for the long post

 i really wanted to participate in something like takao week but i just hadn’t time..so at least the birthday one \o/ 

Tell Me Something That I’ll Forget.

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 11.5K+

Content: Bi!Lashton, polyamory (MFM dynamic), language, graphic content, sexual situations (anal sex, multiple partners, light spanking, orgasm denial, etc.)

A/N: I have returned and it feels so good to be back. This is something that I’ve been working on for quite some time, and it is notably different from what I’ve posted before. I had an idea of Chef Ashton and I’ve always wanted to explore polyamory within the bounds of fanfiction. This is what I came up with after about two months of messing around with it. Have an open mind if this is all new to you. Enjoy. :-)

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me a few hours ago: “they’re going to murder me when they read this chapter”
@lil-peanutt: “no they wooonnnn’t”
me: “okaaay…” *posts chapter*
*instantly receives outraged responses*
*has a few regrets and is kinda alarmed*

pushing buttons

Pairing: Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou

The air in the bedroom was hot and they were both sweaty and sticky laying together in Bokuto’s bed. It felt disgusting, but Akaashi couldn’t bring himself to separate from Bokuto just yet. It certainly wasn’t their first time fooling around, but it was the first time they had ended up completely naked together, which was exhilarating. So they lay there together, Akaashi tracing his fingers down Bokuto’s stomach, appreciating his well toned abs until something caught his attention and his hand froze. In that moment he found his gaze fixed on what might have been the greatest discovery of his young life:

Bokuto Koutarou had an outie bellybutton. 

And it was the most adorable thing that Akaashi had ever seen. 

He wasn’t sure how he’d never noticed it before, he noticed everything about Bokuto, but he supposed the reason could have been that he generally wasn’t spending his time staring at his boyfriend’s abs–he was really more of an arms man, and Bokuto had great arms.

But more importantly, he also had an incredibly charming bellybutton; the way it poked out just slightly, all round and soft looking, contrasting with his defined stomach muscles, was so cute Akaashi could hardly stand it.

Before he knew what he was doing, his fingers were trailing the rest of the way down Bokuto’s stomach until they were tracing lightly over his protruding navel. Akaashi liked the way that it felt under his fingers, and wondered if it was a squishy as it seemed to be. Gently, he pressed his finger into the flesh, which gave in to the pressure in the most satisfying way. 

It was almost addicting.

Akaashi continued to poke and prod at the little button, completely entranced, until Bokuto cleared his throat. 

Akaashi startled and froze. 

“Um, ‘Kaashi?” 

There were a couple beats of tension filled silence until Akaashi swallowed.

“Yes?” he replied, not daring to look up at Bokuto’s face.

“Whatcha doin?” Bokuto asked cautiously.

There was absolutely no way in hell that Akaashi was going to tell Bokuto that he’d suddenly become enamored with his bellybutton, so thinking quickly, he fixed a contemplative expression on his face and said, “Hm, looks like it didn’t work.”

Bokuto sat up on his elbows frantically. “Wh-what didn’t work? What are you talking about?”

Akaashi looked up at him, face totally straight and voice even when he said, “I was hoping I’d found a mute button.”

He watched as Bokuto opened his mouth and then closed it, face scrunching up before he exclaimed, “agAAAASHiiiii! Why would you say that?!?!”

As he continued to flail and whine, Akaashi smirked to himself. He’d kept his secret safe. 

Bokuto’s bellybutton became something of an obsession for Akaashi. He tried to catch a glimpse of it every chance he could get: when Bokuto changed in the locker room before and after practice, when he stretched enough for his shirt to ride up, even when he so much as sweat enough for his shirt to cling to his body, outlining the shape of it. 

Akaashi knew full well that he had a problem, but there was nothing he could do about it. Bokuto’s outie was just so infuriatingly adorable that Akaashi couldn’t help but become fixated on it. 

Soon it wasn’t enough to just catch glimpses of it: he wanted to touch it.

 He needed to touch it.

It became a habit of his to oh so casually slide his hand over Bokuto’s torso, making like he was feeling up his boyfriend’s abs, until his fingers would reach the cute little bump, and then he’d start to press on it, in and out, methodically. There was just something so inexplicably pleasant about the way it squished just the slighted bit under his fingers. 

As an added bonus, it also drove Bokuto up the wall. Whenever Akaashi was feeling particularly annoying he would only have to poke at Bokuto’s outie to get him riled up. He’d hoot and yank Akaashi’s hand away, or squirm out of his grip, grumbling and cursing Akaashi out. 

Well, he had to get his kicks somewhere.

But unfortunately for him, Bokuto eventually started to get jumpy: just a graze of Akaashi’s  fingers on his stomach would set him off. 

“Stop trying to mute me!” He yelped, batting away Akaashi’s hand and hopping out of his reach. “I wasn’t even talking this time!”

Akaashi chewed on the inside of his cheek and waited for Bokuto to let his guard down before taking a careful step toward him. He sidled up to his boyfriend in what he thought was quite a casual way, but Bokuto startled the second Akaashi got too close. 

“Gah!” He jumped away. “I mean it, Keiji! Knock it off!”

Instead of only pouting like he usually would, Bokuto’s face was screwed up in a grimace, and he was fidgeting with his shirt. “I-I’m really self-conscious about my bellybutton, and every time you mess around with it,” He fidgeted some more. “It feels like you’re making fun of me.” 

Akaashi furrowed his brow and took a step toward Bokuto, which made him cover his bellybutton with his hands. Akaashi rolled his eyes and took Bokuto’s hands in his. Having Bokuto feeling self-conscious wouldn’t do, and Akaashi knew that there was only one thing he could do to stop it. 

So, he resigned himself of his fate, already feeling his cheeks getting warm, and mumbled, “I think it’s cute.”

Bokuto’s head snapped up. “You what?”

Sighing, Akaashi looked off to the side. 

“I said, I think your bellybutton is cute,” His face and neck were now completely red. “A-and I like how it feels when I- squish it.”

He probably could have kept that last part to himself–in fact he probably should have, but now that his infatuation with his boyfriend’s navel was totally out in the open, he felt a little bit freer. 

With the worst part over, he finally looked up at Bokuto-

And then immediately regretted everything.

Bokuto was biting his lip, looking absolutely delighted and about to explode. Akaashi dropped his hands and gave him a warning look, but it was too late. Within seconds Bokuto was howling with laughter. The heat in Akaashi’s cheeks increased, and he knew that if he were to look down his shirt, his chest would be bright red as well. His asshole of a boyfriend continued to laugh, doubled over now from the force of it.

“Aka-” He cut himself off with another peal of laughter. “AGHAAAAASHII! You’re so weird!”

Akaashi huffed indignantly and crossed his arms.

“Sh-shut up, Bokuto-san,” he grumbled, “You’re the one with the weird bellybutton.”

“Nuh-uh!” Bokuto shouted before wrapping his arms around Akaashi, crushing him. “You think it’s cute! Can’t take it back!”

Akaashi stood stiff, embarrassed, and refused to return the hug.

“You know,” Bokuto mused after his laughter had died down some, nuzzling into Akaashi’s neck, “If you really like it so much, then I guess you can play with it whenever you want!”

Akaashi considered that statement for a moment, chewing on the inside of his cheek. Gradually, he snuck his arm in between their bodies, running his hand up Bokuto’s shirt until his fingers came into contact with his bellybutton. He gently prodded his finger into the flesh and a warm, pleasant feeling washed over him. Bokuto started giggling again and Akaashi grumbled, hiding his face in his boyfriend’s neck. It was all very embarrassing, but if he got to do this whenever he wanted, and it made Bokuto happy, then the embarrassment was well worth it. 

At least while it was only the two of them that knew about it.


From: Pain-In-The-Ass

i hear you got a bellybutton fetish 

kinky, akaashi-kuuuun!

To: Pain-In-The-Ass

Should I bring up Kozume-san’s “cute little toes” now or later?

From: Pain-In-The-Ass

fair point.

To: Bokuto-san<3

I won’t be tossing to you tomorrow.

And I’m taking the heart out of your contact name.

From: Bokuto-san




It’s Me (Part 1)

HI Everybody! This is going to be a long pre-story notice, but it’s all important info! So, I’m sorry-I keep starting these stories promising a second part and then not posting but it’s not going to happen with this one because the second part is written and being proofread now. I am still going to continue “His Redhead Girl” and many of you asked me to so I will continue “Happier”. Half of Part 2 of “His Redhead Girl” is written too so hopefully I can have that one posted soon as well. This story is based off of a prompt I received from an Anon asking me to write about Sharna’s response to the question asked about Val during her interview the other day. This was my take on it. It was intended as a one part story but I started writing and I couldn’t stop. So This story will be at least one more part but maybe more. Enjoy! Like/Reblog! And please send in your comments! 

“Um, Val gave you dating advice. Somebody wants to know what dating advice you have for Val and what kind of girl you want to see him with.” The question took Sharna off guard. She knew that when doing an interview, there was always the possibility of getting asked about her own love life but not about somebody else’s.

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Freeze Your Brain- Preview

OK so, unlike last time, I’m actually going to explain backstory on this, because last time I didn’t and things got lost in the crossfire (I Am Damaged gets tagged Komanami a lot when it was very much meant to be Komahina. I didn’t correct anyone because they seemed to be enjoying themselves and I didn’t want to seem pushy)

When it comes to Freeze Your Brain, which I’ve reboarded like 3 times as is, the set up is that It’s their first day at Hope’s Peak, and Nanami and Komaeda run into eachother at the 7-11 (They apparently have a lot in Japan who knew?) They find out they go to the same school so they introduce themselves. They shoot the breeze and Komaeda seems like a pretty chill guy, who somehow knows every nook and cranny, in and out of the store. And then…he starts being Komaeda. Slowly. The visuals start to change, he starts doing things a little outside of what a person should be allowed to do, and it’s scary but fun until he reaches The Peak

All of Komaeda’s songs at some point slip into kind of a mindscape area, outside of reality. Meant to Be Yours (which has been boarded and reboarded, so there’s not enough to show off) takes place almost entirely in this scape, but Freeze Your Brain is meant to slip into it and then come out… and then he invites you to join him.

My goal is to make it colourful and upsetting :)

I’m explaining all of this now so that when I post it I don’t have to do this huge info dump and we don’t get the crosshair confusion that happened with I Am Damaged, which seemed to be taken one way despite being written another. And also because Out of every song, this is the one I really wanted to do and was originally the only one I was going to do. (Lifeboat and Damaged only were finished first because I was feeling like a failure and knew I could do them quickly and would feel…less so.)

Long story short I hope you don’t mind me posting progress on this occasionally. I really really want to finish it, and I’m not used to working long form..

Okay. So. Good news/Bad news.

Bad news first. I’m not going to be posting the rock star/bookshop AU starting Monday as I’d planned. I’m really sad about it, but I feel like it’s the best decision. There are a couple of reasons behind this. First, the story isn’t as tight as I want it to be and you guys deserve my absolute best. If I drop it right now I feel like it’ll be good, but not what I’m capable of. 

The second reason is the good news. You guys are going to end up with two Ian/Rose stories.  @rishidiams and I have started working on another Ian/Rose that we’re both really excited about. With Rishi working on the story, you know it’s going to be amazeballs. But since I couldn’t split my focus between the two stories and I have Rishi’s attention right now, I decided (after MUCH deliberation) to set the rocker!Ian on the backburner for the time being. 

I AM COMING BACK TO IT. I’ve written twenty-three chapters of that story. It WILL be posted. I made Rishi swear that she’d help me get back into rocker!Ian mode when we finished with the Ian/Rose we’re working on. I’m also trying to write some epilogues for RE, but I can’t promise posting dates for those.

So…in the not-too-distant future, you’ll be getting back-to-back Ian stories. That’s good, right? 

being in love with me is easy. i will kiss you all the time, I will compliment you a lot, I will hug and cuddle you at every given chance, I will be silly with you, I will joke with you, I will take a million pictures of you and us, I will give you little things that made me think of you, I will tell you when I’m thinking of you, I will always think of you, you will be in all my thoughts, I will worry endlessly about you, I will always try to make you smile, I will always do my best to make you happy, I will always want you to be happy, I will always support you, I will always be there for you when you need me, I will give you space when you need it, and I will love you unconditionally. being in love with me is easy.

being in love with me is hard. I am clingy, I’m too touchy, You don’t like pictures, you will wonder why I need all the pictures, I will think of you too often, I need to much reassurance, I have a never ending need for reassurance, I will sometimes need you in the middle of the night, I have an inability to be serious, everything is a joke to me, if I have a thought I will share it with you no matter how insignificant, I will try too hard, I am too inconsistent, I will seem like I don’t care but I do, I will care too much, I will do everything I can to make you happy, I will love you unconditionally. being in love with me is hard. 

i have begun to worry that the things that make me easy to love will be the things that make me hard to love. i am not enough and never will be. 

30 Day Kaiju Challenge Masterpost

With the submissions nearly done being written up, and them being mainly written word, I am assembling a masterpost so that it’s easy to keep track of. Entries are still in the works, so this list will be updated as fast as they come in. Really excited for all of this.











11. BABY







18. SEXY