i am in love with her work

Thanks Doyle

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CRIMINAL MINDS; SPENCER REID X READER

Prompt: the reader is Alex’s niece. She and the team try to get you and Spencer together.

@overcastmisfitkid

~~~~~~~~~~

You were walking out from the office where you worked when your phone rang.
When you saw the screen of it, you could read your aunt’s name.

“Hi aunt Alex!” you said excited.

You loved your aunt and every time you talked on the phone or met her, happiness came from nowhere.

“(y/n), sweetie. How are you?”

“Tired. You know, just finished to work. But after all I am fine. What about you? Just got back from a case?”

“Yes, you guessed.”

“Was it hard?”

You knew she loved her job, but once she told you that sometimes it was too hard to think to go back and teach again in Georgetown. You could only imagine how horrible it could be to see dead bodies and other stuff.

“It is always hard, but fortunately this time ended well.”

“I am so happy about this, aunt.”

During this little talking, you already got in the car.

“Listen (y/n), would you like to have a drink? The team and I were thinking about to go in that little new bar in city, and I was wondering if you’d like to join us.”

You thought about it for a moment. You were not sure to be in the mood for a bar night, but you could hear a hint of hope in her voice.

“Mmh… ok, but just because you asked. I will be there in 30 minutes. I wanna take a shower before, ok?”

“Great! See you later sweetie.”

Even if she called and asked you out, it was not a her idea. It was Derek’s one.
After Alex told the team about you, everyone could see that Spencer was interested in you. She said you love to read, to write, to do crosswords puzzles, to play chess and other things that hit Reid. He showed to be fascinated by you, even if the two of you had never met. He just saw a photo of you when Alex showed it and when he did, he definitely fell for you. But he couldn’t find the courage to ask Alex to give you his number, it would be strange for him.
So Derek and the rest of the team just thought about this surprise meeting.

Everyone met at the bar and Spencer arrived for last. That night he was in the mood too, but his friends begged him to come over.

“Hey Pretty Boy, you are finally here.” Derek said as soon as he saw him walking toward their table.

Then they ordered drinks. For Spencer was just a night out with his friends, but everyone knew that something would changed soon.
And that soon was 10 minutes.
When he heard a female voice just a few centimetres away from his was, he looked up.

“Hi again aunt. Is that your team?” You asked, standing in front of everyone.

Alex stood up and hugged you, happy of you being here.

“(y/n), they are Jennifer, Derek, Aaron, David, Penelope and well, he is Spencer.”

You looked at the last man. He was good-looking and captivated by your eyes.

“Hi everyone, it is nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too! Take a seat next to Boy Wonder.” The skin, blonde-haired woman told you with a cheeky smile.

“Boy Wonder?” you asked in confusion.

“It’s- it’s me.” Spencer’s voice left his mouth as a whisper.

So you took a seat, starting to chat and answer every question the team asked.
Everyone was talking except Reid. He didn’t know what to say without sounding awkward, but David seemed to understand him, so he tried to start a chat between the two of you.

“So (y/n), Alex told us you like to read.” the Italian man said.

“It is true. You can’t even imagine how much aunt spends to buy me books for my birthday or Christmas. ”

“What is your favourite author?”

You heard the young doctor’s voice ask, happy to hear him for the second time that night.

“Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.” you said firmly.

His eyes lighted up.

“No way! He is my favourite too. Favourite book?”

“Of course ‘The narrative of John Smith’. Who doesn’t like that book by Doyle?”

“A lot of people don’t even know about the existence of this book. Do you remember when he wrote…”

He now started to talk like you two had always known each other and you were glad that after 2 hours of speaking, he asked you out for a coffee date.

You were getting in the car to go home for the second time that time, when he said something that made you laugh and blush at the same time.

“I should thank Conan Doyle for allowing me to talk to you and ask you out.”

NOT DEAD

Thats right quickdraw is not dead just taking extended breaks due to school and work and other nonsenese

BUT! i am happy to annouce that there will be a stream on March 29 8pm est featuring the wonderful, lovely, and talented animator Andrea Caprotti! Roosterteeths very own!!

so please stop by and say hi on the twitch twitch.tv/what0is0life next wednesday.

remember you can email questions for her at rtcomunityquickdraw@gmail or right here on my tumblr

see you all soon!

Am I supposed to be surprised that Ika isn’t Neda’s #1? She distanced herself from Ika when she realized she had no chance and dramatically said she wasn’t with her as Ika shred the letters. So, I was surprised she started this game with her. I love Ikas personality and would love to see them kill it as a duo, but knowing Neda thinks about every possibility before making a decision there’s no way she would want to work with someone she thinks is impulsive/emotional

Originally posted by ashleyjacklyn

Rupaul’s Drag Race Season 9 Episode 1 RuView



RUPAUL’S Drag Race Season 9 Has Begun!
As this season premieres I plan to do weekly predictions on each girl’s future in the competition while commenting on there current progress per each episode, any commentary on actual runways will be saved for other posts.
EPISODE: So, nobody actually went home. WOW. I loved the format of the episode, the pageant was very enjoyable, and everyone came to bring it this season!! This was a great opening. The lack of Drag Ru kind of made me sad, but he was working that chartreuse, lemon-lime, suit, yes ma'am! WOW there will be a 14th queen. Is it Cynthia??? Is it Laila??? OMG!
GUEST JUDGE: She was super chatty, you can tell she was awaiting to be on this show, it was so pleasing watching her see the queens imitate her iconic looks.
She really is a beautiful person inside and out, may she continue to inspire the lives of others.
AJA: The poor baby is suffering from some bad acne… hopefully in clears up as the season goes on because it’s taking away from her beautiful talent that is her mug. Her personality is cute, but she’s kind of coming off as a bratty little sibling.

ALEXIS MICHELLE: Out-of-drag, DADDY AF! She’s kind of funny too, she has this honest way of expressing herself that humors me.


CHARLIE HIDES: She is just a lovable cinnamon roll, such a sweet lil granny, and the funny thing is she doesn’t seem old, she’s so full of life! I like that her humor may be a little dark, what’s the fun of life if you don’t ruffle any feathers?


EUREKA: This bitch had a negative comment to counter every situation .. like what she so salty about ?! That crying over Gaga, happy you got some camera time?? Anytime the focus wasn’t on Eureka, you could see the salt all across her face as if nobody else deserves attention. She is so extra… and honestly she’s a funny queen, she has concepts, if she could just relax and live a little, she’d be fine.
FARRAH MOAN: The poor baby,she is so cute. She really wanted her own work desk ;(. I see so much of me in Farrah, i love her so much.
JAYMES MANSFIELD: The poor thing is so nervous, you can see how uncomfortable she is on the runway and around the other queens. Hope she lasts long enough to gain some confidence or gains some after the show. Maybe its hard for her doing drag in a different scene outside of youtube where she’s in the comfort of her own home.
KIMORA BLAC: You can already see the other queens starting to get under her skin, uh oh..
NINA BO’NINA BROWN: Life of the episode, she deserved to win. Definitely a top contender.
PEPPERMINT: She’s alright so far, still not doing enough for me. She isn’t basic, but she also isn’t monumental.
SASHA VELOUR: Work of Art, queen i look forward to watching the most.
SHEA COULEE: I love her confessionals.Shea is the perfect blend of stunning and personable. I love her dearly.
TRINITY TAYLOR: she thinks she’s cunt, but she isn’t…Early elimination.
VALENTINA: She is so fabulous, i like how she handles negativity with her smile, she is a jewel.

OKAY! So here are my elimination order Predictions. With the wildcard of a 14th queen who’s to say how things will go…

Top 3: Shea, Sasha Velour, Nina Bo’nina Brown

4- Alexis Michelle

5- Valentina

6- Charlie Hides

7- Aja

8- Eureka

9-Farrah Moan

10- Kimora Blac

11- Peppermint

12- Trinity Taylor

13- Jaymes Mansfields 

4

Like if you want to work/study in here!

Tbh, when I looked at her room and then looked back at my room, ugh “I think I need to clean my room.”

I mean am I the only one?

(source: @marzena.marideko via Instagram)

*I do not own any of these pictures. All rights go to respective owners/creators.*

telegraph.co.uk
Viola Davis reveals she has 'a lot of issues' with her 2011 civil rights drama The Help
Viola Davis has spoken out about problems she had with The Help, the Civil Rights drama that won her an Oscar nomination in 2012, criticising the decision to sanitise the pain of the era in which it was set by leaving many of the film's tougher, more dramatic scenes on the cutting room floor.

Extremely important to read and consider, especially as The Help was so highly regarded as a progressive landmark in Hollywood for African-American women - though not necessarily by them.

“I absolutely love the premise,” she said. “I love the fact that [Emma Stone’s character] said ‘I am going to write a story from the maids’ perspective of what it feels like to work with these white women’. Operative term meaning the maids’ perspective. I don’t feel like it was from our perspective, that’s the problem I had with it. I had it from the very beginning.

While she criticised aspects of the film she felt to be historically inaccurate (including the maids rejecting money for their stories, despite the film depicting them struggling to find scraps for food), she mostly condemned the sanitising of pain in order to make the film more palatable to mainstream audiences.

“The anger, the vitriol, and the hatred that they would have towards these white women if they were asked, if they were put in a situation where they were isolated, would have been vocalised. You didn’t see none of that!”

I adore Sombra’s sassy personality and her messin with papa Reaper. Literally all I want is her and McCree to be Reaper’s two lil’ trouble makin’ children that just sass him. But bless Reaper. The guy is the real MVP dad here. 

2

what she said: im fine

what she wants to say: no i am not okay the farthest thing from okAY BECAUSE MCFREAK SOMEONE GIVE THIS BABY A COAT. SHE’S FILMING IN THE SKIRT AND WHAT I ASSUME IS A NON-THERMALLY INSULATED COSTUME JESUS SHE WORKS. SO HARD. FOR THE SHOW AND YOU LET HER WORK IN THE MCHELLISH COLD IN MCDUCKING CANADA??? FIRST YOU GIVE US MOLE-EL AND THEN THIS?? HESUS MARIA JOSEF I AM McMAD I WILL FLY A COAT TO HER IF IT MEANS SHE IS COMFORTABLE AND WARM. HOT SHIT. ALSO FEDEX ONE BESTIE CHYLER LEIGH TO GIVE ONE MELISSA A WARM AND LOVING EMBRACE. BITCH. DESERVES. THE. WORLD. HER PUPPIES AND BICEPS NEED TO BE INSULATED. shit.

y’all i love lena luthor. 

the way she set lillian up was so unecessarily theatrical and like she went out of her way to get maximum dramatic climax. like iirc l-corp is the only source of the isotope so she could have just destroyed/moved it all and told lillian to go fuck herself in her office. but no. she staged this evil bonding moment (ask me to help u and i will) and even after effectively thwarting the plan, she made sure to put on her villainy I’m A Luthor show for kara knowing good and damn well the virus wasnt going to work no matter who pushed the button. let kara fly after a giant missle which then exploded in her face just so she could stand there and watch lillian’s reaction as she realized. like…who does that?? just to send an especially large fuck u to Evil Mom on thanksgiving. honestly, she could have called the cops 3.5 scenes ago what a drama queen. 

You asked me who I
am in my ideal world,
where I can create and
be whoever I want to be.

And I tell you, in another
life I’m bold, I tell the kid
in class to quit interrupting 
the lecture because we are so 
goddamn tired of him acting
like he knows everything.


I don’t text my mother telling
her that I am crying, I don’t sit
on the corner of her bed sobbing
at 3 am about someone that doesn’t
like me back or how much I wish
I could sleep,


I dye my hair pink and blue and
purple and I get a fringe and wear
dark lipstick and remember to file
my nails rather than let them break
and I dress in all black one day and
the next day in colors as vivid as my
dreams of you.


I travel wherever I want without a
worry in the world and I don’t think
twice about moving constantly and
I pack only a suitcase and I go to coffee
shops early in the morning and sit next
to someone in the sunlight and we talk
about politics or just good stories we
have heard.


I take some time off from school and
I work and I live in a small apartment
with a faucet that drips but I keep the
windows open constantly and my neighbors
are so unconventional but they are still so
beautiful and they have the greatest stories
and they drink during the weekends and
during my free time I fill my walls with
pictures and poems and posters and I am
so bloody passionate that it drips through
the windows,


I have many friends or I have absolutely
no one and I am content either way and
I go to parties and get to know everyone
but no one exactly knows me and they
try to describe me to others asking if
they’ve seen me too but they cannot
find any words that can describe the
way I held their hands.


And I tell you, in another life I’m crazy
and happy and weird and I talk a lot or
sometimes not at all and none of their
words ever hurt me because I am too
caught up in my own love, I am too 
busy creating myself. 


And I ask what would you be if you
could be anything?


And you tell me of all these divine things,
you’d ride the train and never get off and
see where it takes you, you would drive until
you ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere,
you would swim until your skin looks like
apple peels, and as you tell me of all these
wondrous adventures, where you are always
going somewhere, I realize you are just running
away,


You have always just been running away
from me.

—  In another life I’m bold and you’re cold.

me: [blows kisses to all the queer kids at hogwarts]

I am so in love with her. She makes my life so much better..waking up in the morning, studying, working, everything becomes much easier when I think of her and know she’s by my side. I love her more and more each day.
—  to my beautiful girlfriend
Feels Like Coming Home

I can’t even quite put into words how excited I am to be sharing this with you. 

This story has been a while in the making, but really took off a couple of months ago, and has consumed me. I only hope I’ve done it justice.

There are so many people I have to thank. My writing group chat has been so supportive, screaming with me (and occasionally at me) as I churned this thing out, and it made all the difference. I have to thank a few people in particular: my darling @littlebabyruth for her ongoing support and enthusiasm, not to mention her psych-picking; my wonderful @annie-pie for her med picking and support and encouragement; the always-lovely @nottooldforthisship for her enthusiasm and the amazing edit she made. And the biggest most amazing thanks go to my sweetie @realitybetterthanfiction for her beta work and support. This also brought me a new friend, daysundercover and I am so thankful to have gotten to know her better, not to mention I’m so grateful for her impromptu beta work!! 

And without further ado:

The last thing Harry Styles expects when he’s hanging out at the Someday Cafe in Somerville one rainy October day is for his ex, Louis Tomlinson to walk through the door, but that’s exactly what happens. After a spectacularly ugly break-up three years prior, Harry hasn’t heard one word from Louis, and he’s moved on. Gotten over him. But having Louis back in his life, not to mention working at the restaurant where he’s a chef, isn’t easy, and the feelings that Harry thought he’d left turn out to be not so easily forgotten.

This is a story about love and the power of forgiveness, and how the hard choices we make define us, and change our lives.

Explicit - 60K

Read it here on AO3! (And please, check the tags carefully!)

✨Dangerous Woman✨

Song Imagine

Author: Joi A. Wade

Requested: Yes,  (Maybe a combo of both??) Based off of Dangerous Woman by Ariana Grande, the reader is tired of Pan always being on top. She wants to test her limits, she doesn’t want permission. (..So basically she is top and Pan bottoms..) She is in charge of her sexual desires, not just there to fulfill Pan’s. The reader is a witch that pan is in constant competition with. She and Oan are always at ends with desire and anger ensuring,,,forced to work together and feelings ensure but neither will accept it

Warnings: Swearing | 18+ content | Long | smut 

Note: Gifs made by me. 


Don’t need permission
Made my decision to test my limits
‘Cause it’s my business, God as my witness
Start what I finished

“What am I going to do with you, love? You injured six to ten of my lost boys, stole from us, set fire to the camp…” He paced around the cage, arms behind his back as the she watched his every move with a smirk. “I just might have to kill you, darling.”

“You won’t kill me, Pan.”

“Oh? And what makes you say that?”

“You would have done it by now, instead of interrogating me. Am I correct?” She raised her eyebrow in a smug way, seeing his frustration starting to build up in his face. With a quick lick to his lips, he made his way closer to the cage, no expression on his face whatsoever. 

“You do realize where you are and who I am?”

“I’m very aware. I just don’t care.”

“Why are you so goddamn irritating?” He growled, his hands gripping the bars so tight she could see the whites of his knuckles. Y/n only smirked deeper, getting as close to him as she possibly could. 

“Because. It’s adorable when you’re angry. How you act so strong and intimidating, and shit. Like, you really expect me to be scared of you.”

"Hm. Expect? No. You should be. And if you need reminding of that, sweetheart…then so be it.” 

Don’t need no hold up
Taking control of this kind of moment
I’m locked and loaded
Completely focused, my mind is open

Y/n scoffs in his face, turning the other cheek as she pretended she didn’t know where he was going with this. Sighing deeply, she returns her gaze back to his now deep green eyes, sneering his own words right back at him.

“Let’s play.” 

All that you got, skin to skin, oh my God
Don’t ya stop, boy

Pinned to the wall of his tent, rough and passionate kisses were exchanged between then two. Clothes were scattered all over the room, soft breaths and low growls the only sounds being heard. This was how every argument ended, how every teasing moment would come to; neither one would complain, or admit that this is what both of them lived for everyday. No, not just the sex (even though it’s a bonus) but it was the intense atmosphere the both of them fed off of, the little games they played with each other. 

Pan would never admit it, but he actually had feelings for this girl. Her dominance, her arrogance, everything about her was intoxicating. The same goes for her, only deeper. She loved toying with the lost boy since day one, everything about him she wanted. She needed. But, Y/n hated being controlled, and that’s not a good thing when you live on the island of an egomaniac, sadistic bastard who loves control, fear and agony. 

“Who do you belong to, love,” He would purr in her ear, thrusting at a speed that was inhuman, his hands holding onto her thighs so tight that the bruising he left would be brutal in the morning. 

Y/n chuckles breathlessly, raking her fingers through his hair. “Not you.” 

This only made him angry, his eyes getting darker to where the green was barely visible. He hoisted her legs higher, spreading them wider to where he hit that one spot that made her beg for more. Slowing down and going deeper, he watched as her eyes closed tightly, mouth hanging open slightly, while her moans increased. Pan wrapped one hand around her throat, pulling her in closer to where their lips brushed against each other, and their groans mixed together. 

“I’ll ask again,” He growls, making sure to hit that very spot each time, grinning at every reaction he got from her. “Who..do you..belong to?” 

Y/n opened up her eyes, staring at him with such a stare that could paralyze him right on the spot. And that’s exactly what she did. Halting his thrusts completely, Y/n had him under her hypnotic stare that she learned over the years, dark magic being another thing that drew the two of them together. 

Next thing Pan knew, he was laying down on his bed, with Y/n straddling his waist, a look of pure seduction upon her face. He didn’t move, even though he could, he just chose not to. She’s done this trick before, it’s one of his favorites; whenever he pushed her too far is when the night got even better. 

Y/n placed her hands onto his shoulders, slowly swaying her hips from side to side, grinding herself onto him. Pan bit his lip hard, holding onto her hips, trying to guide her movements, only for them to be smacked away. 

“Don’t touch me. Don’t move. Don’t do shit. Just lay there, like a good boy. You come before me, injured lost boys and setting your camp on fire will be the least of your problems.”

“Wouldn’t want it any other way-fuck!” He exclaims, as they finally connected once again, riding him at a steady pace. Cursing under his breath, and clawing at the bed, Pan’s eyes were shut tight at the intense pleasure he was receiving. Y/n’s moans were groaning higher and faster, as the new angle they were in was hitting every spot and nerve deliciously; leaving long scratches down his chest only increased the burning sensation at the pit of his stomach, his member throbbing like crazy, begging for release. And if not being able to let go wasn’t frustrating enough, Y/n slowing down the pace definitely was. 

“No, love, please…” He begged, never in his life believing that it would to come to that. Y/n only smirked down at the boy, watching as his hips bucked upward, hitting her in the right way every time. Y/n leans downward to moan in his ear softly after every hip thrust he gave, practically making his head spin. 

Nothing to prove and
I’m bulletproof and
Know what I’m doing
The way we’re movin’ like introducing
Us to a new thing

“Shit, Peter, I’m close…” She whimpered, enough to push him to the brink of no control. This was the first time, in all the times they’ve messes around, that she called him by his first name. 

Unable to hold back any longer, he grabs her hips roughly before she could protest, and flips the positions. Pinning her down to the bed, his animalistic thrusts returned with Y/n wrapping her arms around him for dear life; moans and squeals spilled from her mouth like a waterfall while he chants her name like a prayer. 

He whispers unholy things into her ear, biting the said area roughly while keeping his pace fast and deep. Now with her scratching down his back, he had to fight to keep his release at bay, while trying to chase hers. It was as if they were both holding on, neither of them wanting to give up so easily. Putting up a fight, Y/n flips the positions back to what they were before, riding him as fast as she can with her head tilted back in pure bliss. Pan watches her in awe at how hard she’s trying to make him release first, not wanting to be the weak one in this situation. But, he could also see how badly she wanted release, tears starting to stream down her face in desperation. 

Gripping onto her hips one last time, Pan thrusts himself into her sharply, pivoting his hips in an angle that sent Y/n’s eyes to the back of her head and her toes to curl. Repeatedly doing that motion, while whispering encouragements to her breathlessly was more than enough to send Y/n beyond the edge. Arching her back and letting out a large and long scream of pleasure, Y/n finally was able to let go. Her pulsating walls had the same effect on him, as she kept thrusting to ride out her orgasm, his hips stuttered with his release coming fast and abrupt. 

“Oh, my fucking-!” He chokes on his words, his back arching off the bed as his euphoria finally hit. Pan came in long, hot spurts that painted Y/n from the inside, leaving a warm feeling deep inside her. Catching their breaths, glistening with sweat, and the smell of sex surrounding them…it was as if they were in their own little sick heaven. 

I wanna savor, save it for later
The taste of flavor, 'cause I’m a taker
'Cause I’m a giver, it’s only nature
I live for danger

As they were finally calming down, sitting in silence and still connected as one, this was the time where they would just sit and…stare. Watch each other, and just memorize one another’s features. This was a time where they weren’t at each other’s throats, where everything is calm and quite…

Y/n leaned downward to the boy, an exhausted look upon her face, while his wore nothing but a content smile. Keeping the intense eye contact for a little longer, Y/n pulled off him swiftly, wincing slightly at the emptiness she felt afterwards. Sitting up on the bed, she ran a hand through her hair, calming down from earlier activities. 

“Why do we keep doing this, Pan?” She rasped, sighing heavily as he sat up as well. Looking at the back of her head in confusion, he shrugged. 

“Because it’s fun. Satisfying.”

“But, we do this all the time, and go right back to hating each other. I’m starting to grow bored…” 

“I don’t think I ever asked for your opinion, I don’t care if you’re bored.” That was a lie. Inside, he was terrified of her being ‘bored’. What did that mean? Did it mean she was bored with him? Would she move on to someone else? He wouldn’t let that happen, not if he had any say in it. Turning her head toward him, the anger was evident on her face after he said what he said. Quickly, but carefully standing from the bed, she starts to collect her things, ready to leave. 

Like always. 

“Where are you going?” He asked, slowly starting to panic at how fast she’s trying to leave. Usually she would stay a little longer…what’s different now?

“I’m a fool to think that for once you would think of me. To think that maybe instead of these childish games, you would be a man and actually move past this useless bickering and bullshit. But, who am I kidding? We can never be anything but enemies, who fuck each other after every fight.” She snapped while getting dressed, not daring to make eye contact with him. Standing as well, Pan watched her with wide eyes, and mouth hanging open for a moment. He didn’t really know how to respond.

Finally finding the words, he spoke. “Wait, love. Don’t go. I…I do think of us as more…many, many times. I hate having the only way to talk you is by yelling, screaming, and constant headaches. You’re a bitch, of course, but…you’re a bad bitch. You’re a dangerous woman. And I love that about you, so much, darling. I wouldn’t trade you for anything else in the world. I love you.” 

Y/n continued to get dressed, before turning to look at the boy one last time. That angry scowl still colored her face as she glared darkly at his naked form, suddenly disgusted. “You can’t even respond to me. Pathetic.” 

His eyes widened as he realized he didn’t actually speak those words out loud. Pan only imagined himself speaking such words to her, but didn’t dare to utter any of it. He was too cold, too proud of his dark ways, such as an emotion as ‘love’ had no room in his brain, nor his heart. He’s been hating for far too long, cursed to possibly never be loved. 

All girls wanna be like that
Bad girls underneath, like that
You know how I’m feeling inside
Somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout

Shaking her head, Y/n looks at the ground, shame starting to fill her from the inside. “These late nights that we’ve been sharing are over. From now on, I refuse to be played with, like some cheap sex toy, Pan.”

“Love-”

“I’m done wasting time playing these games with you. To think you were ever a challenge is what really baffles me.” He bites his tongue, while staring back at her in shock. Hurt and offended, he verbally growls at her, that anger starting to boil up from inside him again. On the inside, Y/n was beating herself up. She couldn’t stand making him angrier with her than he already was. The only way she knows how to talk to him would to just provoke him. It’s not her fault, it’s just how she was. Maybe it was for the best…

“Fine. If that’s what you want…prepare to be hunted down by my lost boys, like the filthy animal you are.” He spoke with bared teeth, fist clenched, as his soft green eyes returned to their piercing color from before. Rolling her eyes, Y/n only scoffs at his words, taking out one of the knives from her holster and pointing it in his direction. 

“Prepare to lose more of your lost boys.”

Pan started to stride closer to her, nostrils flared as he threatened. “I will make sure that they show no mercy to you when they catch you. That pretty face of yours won’t be pretty no longer.”

“Aw, then what will you masturbate to at night?” Y/n spat right back, also getting closer and closer to the boy. The last comment left Pan speechless, but it didn’t stop him from throwing another comeback. 

“There are other girls in the world, love. You can be replaced.”

“Can I?” Her eyes flickered downward for a split second, the sight she saw bringing a delightful glint into her eyes, as her smirk grew deeper. “Good luck finding one that can excite you as much as I can, just by using sarcasm.” 

Pan blushed slightly, looking anywhere but at her. Waving his hand, his lower half was covered again by his trousers, but the tent in them was still noticeable. Chuckling slightly, Y/n took a few more steps closer to the boy, to where she close enough to wrap her arms around his neck lazily. He wanted to push her away, but they both knew he couldn’t. 

“Face it, Pan. I weaken you. And you love it.” 

“I thought you were leaving. I recall you being done with my games. So go on, then. I’m not stopping you.” This only made Y/n chuckle more, as she grabbed his jaw to turn his attention right back to her. 

“I’m not hearing you deny it.” Leaning in slightly, she brushed her lips onto his for only a moment, sighing heavily in the process. “I hate that you can make me feel conflicted, Peter Pan. I want to leave, and just throw you out of my mind…but we both know that’s far from possible now. We’re in too deep.” 

Without realizing what he was doing, he had pulled her in closely, kissing her deeply but as softly as he could. Afraid that he might not get the chance, he was going to make sure that this kiss was memorable. Pulling away slowly, Y/n couldn’t hold back the little whine that escaped passed her lips one his were no longer there. Coming back to earth, she pulls away from him fully, seeing the mischief in his eyes, but the evident scowl on his face. 

“Get out. I suggest you start running. The hunt starts at dawn, which mean you have less than an hour to hide.” He crosses his arms, watching as she cracks her neck, grinning at the boy, while he fought not to grin right back. Already knowing where this was going and how it would end up, the both of them ended on the same page. 

“Let’s play.” 

somethin’ 'bout you.

4

You are the only exception and I’m on my way to believing.

(one year of DestielDrabblesDaily)

Am I the only one that doesn’t care at all that Mon El said that he loved Kara before Sanvers have said it? Like the relationship between Kara and Mon El is messy and lacks development, so I’m not surprised that he said that he loved her so quickly. In all honesty he may not even truly love her, she’s just the first person he’s truly been attached to and not a hook up, which he was doing on Daxam. 

BUT Sanvers has been developed and I’m just waiting for that special moment that they actually say it. Not some type of “I’m saying this cause I don’t want to lose you bullshit,” but they say it cause it’s true. Cause they truly can’t live without one another and love each other, ride or die. When they do say it, it will be impactful and not easily forgotten like Mon El’s confession.

After the conclusion of despair arc, I think we can all agree that Junko should just not. Like, ever.

Who’s hyped for that Hope Side?

So, this is part 1 of my Valentine’s day gift to @dustflwr (Shout out to her for the awesome preview)

So, I took these amazing shoes by @madlensims and made them maxis match for my love Ashley. I have another one I am working on for her too. I was going to have it done today, but I sort of deleted the pds file because I’m dumb sometimes. Anyway.. these come in 21 colors, 5 two-tone colors. Custom thumbnail. If you have both mine and Madlens shoes in game my thumbnail will get wonky. Just a heads up. Clear your cache after you delete Madlens, if you do. 

Download here