i asked him for it after the show

Red Dragon Con III - Demore Barnes

The surprise of the weekend, Demore honestly gave the most in depth and wonderful answers to every single question put to him. (Eddie Izzard level) He came on stage for his first talk to Uptown Funk and danced around the whole crowd.

And every now and then he did “Tobias face”! After two wonderful sessions, at the end of his second talk he wanted to ask US a question, what is it that makes us love this show so much? The general consensus and answer given is that Hannibal (as a show, and the community) celebrates those that are different and combats/discusses the kind of loneliness that being different creates.

I gave Demore a Tobias lure (with violin wire, which he enjoyed v. much) and some badges.

It was Demores birthday over the weekend and I designed his card, when he received it he pointed at the front and did the “kid in a candy store” face and showed all the other guests, so officially pleased.

I think our photo was super cute! And the guy is 41 years old? HE LOOKS 25 WTF.

He signed a spot on my artbook which I will post later and was a complete gent!

He was the Vlad of RDC3, definitely! I’m so pleased he came. He spent the whole weekend with a huge beautiful grin on his face. I think he was overwhelmed but in the most wonderful way.

anonymous asked:

Ok, so after the fight in 7x16 there could be a quiet moment between Carol and Daryl, maybe about why he lied. It's possible Daryl could ask "are you staying?". WHAT IF Carol indicates yes, but then Tobin shows up somewhere in the background. They both see him and Daryl can't help but ask "are you staying with him?" THEN Carol could get back with a flirty thing like "I don't know, do I have any other offers?" Daryl would't have a choice but "stay with me?" ahhhhh, that would be so cool!!

Tobin watching this go down from the background:

Lost Series - Part Seven

Part One  Part Two  Part Three  Part Four  Part Five  Part Six

Pairing : Jerome x Fem. Reader

Warning : Smut .. Kinda.. Lol.

Requests are open. xx

Originally posted by that-hardcore-fangirl

Originally posted by begavet

“Just stay away from Theo, please?” I asked Jerome.

He rolled his eyes, “he got us out of Arkham, doll. And in case you didn’t realize.. We’re kinda living with him. Plus, I don’t really have anything against him.”

“I do though! I don’t trust him and if I don’t then you shouldn’t either.” I spoke, sitting next to the ginger.

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cookie-moi  asked:

I liked the first new episode of broadchurch. Which was full of important or hilarious lines. "Sorry Brian" sounded like a toddler apologizing for taking someone else's toy car. And it was amazing to see him react to her like that. They have a new dinamic that shows how they changed from where they were three years ago. The other important lines, beside Trish asking them if they believed her, were definitely "Don't be a twat about it." Miller yelling at her son for being like Joe.

Speaking of the “sorry Brian,” I liked that when Hardy was rude, Brian immediately looked at Ellie as if to say “are you going to let him speak to us like that?” like he KNEW Ellie was the only person capable of pulling him into line. There was another moment like that - when Hardy was asking after Trish’s ex-husband’s details and Ellie reeled in his obstinate questioning by saying “make a cup of tea, eh, sir?” and he looked at her and quietly said “sure.” She’s the only person he trusts/respects/likes enough to listen to, and she sort of acts like his compass. Their dynamic is honestly so good, they understand each other so well now - this kind of friendship is really what I envisioned would happen once all the trial stuff was over.

Love Again

Anonymous asked: Hey Megan! Can I request a tyrion x reader? (Where after everything happened with shae) tyrion thought he could never find love again, and poof the reader shows up? I love youu❤️❤️❤️

Here you go, anon! I do not own Tyrion or Daenerys. They belong to George R.R.Martin. 

Warnings: Mentions of betrayal, a little bit of fluff.

Pairings: Tyrion Lannister x reader, Daenerys Targaryen

Originally posted by geekybasket

Tyrion sighed heavily as he took a sip of wine. He was standing alone on his balcony and his mind kept wandering back to Shae. To what she had done to him and to what he had done to her. When he was surrounded by Varys, Missandei and Grey Worm, Tyrion didn’t have the time to think on it. But when he was alone at night, Tyrion’s thoughts went haywire. He felt a bit of guilt for what he’d done, but mostly, his heart was broken.

               He’d loved Shae, truly. And after what happened, Tyrion doubted he’d ever find love again. Who could possibly love him knowing that, not only was he a dwarf, but a dwarf who killed his former lover? Despite his best efforts, Tyrion couldn’t push the need to be loved away. He knew there would always be a part of him that desired love. A real love. But he also knew it wasn’t likely to happen. Then he met you.

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What I’m actually quite surprised about is that no one seems to be talking about this scene

I think this is the first time since the Cup of China that Yuuri really doubts himself and his ability to win gold.

What’s also fair to mention is that the camera switches to Yuuri’s point of view for a moment and we are shown what he sees and I can guarantee you that there is meaning here. Because what is he looking at? The empty bed beside him and his left hand. And shall I remind you of the last moment his left hand was relevant to the visual language of the story?

Right there.

He’s thinking of Victor, and the fact that he’s not there. We know that because he just woke up asking “where’s Victor?” and a few seconds later mentioned Victor again (I’ll get to that in a moment), but I think it’s also fair to note the good direction of the show when we can tell that even without Yuuri explicitly telling us.

Right after asking himself the above question, we see a montage of successful jumps which plays in Yuuri’s head.

There, we see Phichit, Chris, JJ and Yurio - his competition, people who Yuuri knows are stronger and more skilled than him. We also know that he immediately begins comparing himself to them through a compilation of his own falls.

We can assume that these are from the last Grand Prix Final, which is probably what really bothers Yuuri. That this isn’t the first time he’s standing on such a large stage, but that he is in fact returning to it after a terrible failure. Rather than thinking that he’s not the same person anymore here, Yuuri worries that it will all be the same in the end, that he will fail again and will find himself devastated just like that time:

None of this is explicitly stated but we can tell it from the images we are shown and from the sheer proximity we have with Yuuri - he’s narrated most of the story for us and we can tell how and what he thinks by now.

Yuuri then desperately buries his face in his pillow and says this:

This again reaffirms the importance of his relationship with Victor. Just waking up without him there makes him think of his insecurities and weaknesses again. We can easily connect this to the Rostelecom Cup, how he competed there alone and also the first thing he did when he saw Victor at the airport. To some degree, Yuuri needs Victor by his side to feel good enough for the competition and about himself. Assuming that Yuuri was getting over his jetlag and napping, he probably hasn’t seen Victor for less than six hours but just this much is enough to affect him (which, in a way, makes it easier to imagine how difficult the Rostelecom cup must have been for him).

And on one hand you could say that it shows almost concerning dependence on Victor, but on the other it’s merely an expression of Yuuri’s own insecurity because his mental weakness and his anxiety haven’t just magically disappeared. It’s only that now he’s found someone who makes him strong, someone who’ll stand by his side and believe in him. He wants Victor to be there and he finds it difficult to deal with himself and his own thoughts when he’s not. That’s realistic, to say the very least.

I just wanted to take a moment to appreciate this scene because it’s short but it’s really well made and illustrates Yuuri’s thoughts and feelings before the Grand Prix Final well, but it easily gets lost in the onslaught of exciting moments that is episode 10.

Day Forty-Seven

-A woman dropped a candle, scattering shattered glass across the floor. Without hesitation, she began to crush any shards she saw under her foot, smothering them into a dust. I do not know whether this was her method of cleaning, or if she was attempting to hide the evidence of her mistakes, but her determination warned me not to ask.

-An aggressively yet impressively steampunk family came through my lane and purchased the Oregon Trail board game, leaving me further puzzled about what time period they called home.

-The total for a woman’s purchase came out to exactly $33.33 and I felt like my life may have meaning again, until she had to ruin everything by “using her store card” to “save money like a financially responsible adult.”

-I handed a child his toy zebra after scanning it. This, to him, was an intense show of kindness, and he seemed to vow his life to me in this moment. From then until he was well into the parking lot, he did not take his eyes off of me, waving persistently and shouting his goodbyes. I appreciate the adoration. I hope to see him again soon. I hope he has developed object permanence by this point.

-A man came through my lane, furious at me for the fact that we were out of a Kenny Chesney CD. I am so sorry for this man, this white heterosexual Christian man, that he has to deal with such intense persecution today.

-A girl in her twenties witnessed me hand a child a sticker and was clearly struck with envy. When it came to be her turn, she wasted no time asking for one, just as I wasted no time handing her one, just as she wasted no time plastering it across her face, just as I wasted no time appointing her as my role model.

-I watched as a baby, screaming and crying in fury, did the only thing he possibly could, and began to aggressively lick his blanket up and down. I have said it before and I will say it again: Babies. Are. Incredible.

-A woman came through with, I believe, three prepubescent boys who would not stand still long enough to be properly counted. They bombarded me with questions which I attempted to answer in rapid fire. “Is your name really Tom?” No. “Then why is your name tag like that?” They gave it to me. Store policy. “So everyone has a random name assigned?” Yes. It promotes equality in the workplace. “Are you wearing a Christmas sweater?” Yes. “Okay.” It is possible that I sacrificed honesty for speed here. 

quick story from xmas eve at my great-gramma’s house:

so i was talking about hamilton over dinner (of course) when my uncle m asked me about it. i gave an overview because well, it was dinner, but then he stopped me after dinner and everything to ask more about it

see, most of my family is white. we’re really, really white. but uncle m is married in and he’s black. his two kids are mixed. i was afraid i had offended him but he was really really interested in the musical and what lin-manuel had created.

he called it “white history vs. a black narrative” and was surprised that almost all of the cast were POC. then, when i showed him a picture of lin-manuel as alexander hamilton and a picture of daveed diggs as lafayette, he called his seven year old son into the room, my cousin.

he pointed to lin-manuel and said “his name is alexander, too.” and my cousin’s eyes lit up. alex said “hey, he kinda looks like me. he has my name!” and then we showed him the picture of daveed and i swear to god alex started crying. he said “that man looks like me! but with long hair! he has my skin!” because daveed and my cousin literally have almost the exact same skin tone.

then me and uncle m had a huge conversation with alex, who wants to be a famous boxer and singer, about how lin-manuel wrote this and how it’s important to know all sides of history, all sides of his history, his black history, his white history, and after uncle m stopped me.

he said “thank you”

i said “what for”

he said “for helping me find something to bond with my son over” and i swear to god i started crying because it’s so hard to bond with alex because he has seizures and he’s autistic and he really only likes his mother but he looked so proud of his dad and then for the rest of the night he was glued to his dad asking all sorts of questions and i just.

without lin-manuel it wouldn’t have been possible to help alex open up to his dad. and it made my christmas.


So I went and saw the 1975 Friday, and my brother was working the ‘cleanup crew’ at the arena after the show (my brother doesn’t know much if anything about the band). He was walking around at near 1 am and saw some curly haired guy walking by the bus and asked him, “Are you part of the band?” And the guy says, “Yeah, sort of. I’m Matt.” My brother tells him, “My sister is a big fan of yours, she was at the show tonight.”

And he told my brother, “Here, give this to your sister, it’s all I have on me.” AND PULLS OUT HIS GUITAR PICK.

James Corden was just on The Talk and the hosts brought up having Louis on the Late Late Show next week!  They asked James how they met and explained the story of Johannah reaching out to him years after first meeting up so he could keep an eye on Louis since he just moved to London and didn’t know anyone. Then James mentioned how close he was with Louis and Harry and the rest of the boys and how proud he is of how far Louis has come and it’s exciting to see him on the show next week as a solo artist!  They didn’t mention the song or anything but I just thought it was a nice mention of Louis to bring attention to him. 🤗

Sherlock kept a photo of John with him during his time in Serbia. The photo got crinkled during the two years. A little faded. Damps destroying a part of it. It was just a normal photo. The type of stiffed lipped, no smile photo for driving licenses etc. Sherlock stole it before he disappeared. One day, he lost the photo. And never found it again. Maybe it just fell from his pocket during one of his runs. And when his captors left him in the cold hardened floor after beating him into a pulp, Sherlock just laid down there. The pain was bearable, because it was more painful to him that he lost that photo. He didn’t even trust his mind palace. What if he forgets what John looks like.

When Mycroft showed him John’s photo for the first time, Sherlock hated it and loved it at the same time. He almost made the mistake of asking Mycroft for it.

At least I am gonna see him now. I can touch him. He ran his own hand over his lip. I wonder if I like bristly kisses for the first time. My god I hate that mustache.

And he got touched. Yes. Not like the way he wanted.

John tackled him in the ground and opened his wounds.

John doesn’t know. I don’t blame him.

Didn’t get the kiss. Just got some wounds reopened.


That night, a single tear fell down from Sherlock’s eyes while dressing his wounds.

At least he touched me.

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For the @klancevalentines exchange, a present for @fullmetaldude1 ~ I hope you like it!!

You mentioned Altean Lance and Galra Keith, and I’ve always sort of wanted to draw those two!  I made a very vague au in which they meet in an alliance between Galra and Alteans, and of course, Keith falls head over heels for the cute Altean prince who asks too many questions and shows him around the place with a heckton of enthusiasm. Lance likes Keith’s furry galra ears. Keith just plain likes Lance. They probably go on like 80 “not dates” before someone confesses. THEY LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER.

Golden Boy

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 2165

Warnings: Smut - NSFW

Summary: After playfully sending suggestive pictures to Chris right before he presents at the Oscars you realize that you are in for the night of your life.

Author’s Notes: This wasn’t planned. I had no idea Chris was going to wear a velvet bowtie to the Oscars. I’m basically CEvans Trash. I literally just wrote this – instead of watching the freaking Oscars – so if there are any ridiculous grammar errors – please forgive me… I am tired and hormonal. This is probably trash, ha!

I tagged those of you that liked my initial post asking abut this (along with some others). Soo yeah…..

Originally posted by sensualkisses

You hummed to yourself absentmindedly as you applied the rest of your makeup. Chris had promised his mom that he would take her to the Oscars this year, and you had agreed that it was a good idea. After the show was over you were to meet up with him to go to the after parties – which, let’s face it, were always the best part of the night. As you rapped your knuckles lightly on the bathroom countertop your phone dinged – alerting you to an incoming message. You reached for it as you finished putting on your lipstick. Of course it was from Chris.

“Miss you beautiful. Can’t wait to show you off to everyone.” You couldn’t help but smile at this. Of course he would send you something sweet. He had panicked that you would be upset about not going with him to the show, but you had assured him over and over that it was fine.

You had watched him get ready earlier that afternoon – the sight of him in his fitted suit and velvet tie had left your panties soaked. While you had secretly hoped for a quickie before he left for the show you had reasoned with yourself that there wasn’t time. Even the thought of the way he looked caused the tingling between your legs to start again. You checked the time on your cellphone before smiling. If the show was running on time Chris would be presenting within the next five minutes – you turned towards the television playing in the hotel bedroom for confirmation that the scheduling had not gone askew. It hadn’t and you couldn’t help but think how perfect the timing was. You were still only wearing your lingerie – not willing to wear your beautiful dress in fear of getting makeup on it. You positioned your hand over your panties, suggestively touching yourself, and formed a pout before snapping a picture.

“Wishing you could give me a hand.” You texted as you sent the picture. You could tell by your notifications that he had immediately seen it and you couldn’t help but smirk to yourself as you sat your phone down and finished getting ready.

“Jesus Christ,” Chris muttered to himself as he opened your text.

“Everything okay?” Someone beside him asked.

“Oh yeah… yeah,” he nervously blundered as he secured his phone safely back into his pocket. He was due to go on national television any minute, and was now also secretly praying that he could quell his body’s response to your text long enough to present. He chuckled nervously to himself. He knew you had done it on purpose. He had told you when his presentation was, and who it was after so you wouldn’t miss it. “I swear to god, Y/N. You’re going to be the death of me,” he mumbled to himself as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Mr. Evans are you sure you’re okay?” A stagehand asked nervously.

“Never been better!” He announced a little too enthusiastically. Causing his co-presenter to jump beside me.

“Great… you are on in five….four…”

That was fine – he thought to himself – two could certainly play this game and payback was going to be a bitch.

You were nervous. After your text you had never received a response from Chris, but you were sure that he had saw it. Initially you had laughed during his presentation. He seemed maybe just a little flustered – most people wouldn’t have noticed, but most people hadn’t taken him to bed before either. As you exited the limousine you looked around nervously – nearly jumping out of your skin when a warm arm wrapped itself around your waist.

“Hey Babe,” he whispered into your ear – giving you a quick peck on the cheek. You looked up at him and he graced you with one his dazzling smiles. It was only when you really looked into his eyes that you realized he had definitely seen the picture, had certainly reacted to it, and the game was totally on. You swallowed hard – trying to bottle up your excitement as he smirked at you while you walked towards the entrance of the venue. “Just for the record,” he whispered – his beard tickling your ear – “I had to masturbate in the bathroom during the Academy Awards, because of you.” He gave your ass a quick slap which caused you to straighten up in surprise. You couldn’t help but smirk back at him – this was certainly going to be a night to remember.

“Sebby!” Chris shouted as he waived Sebastian over to your table. Sebastian said his hellos before taking a seat between Jeremy and Chris.

“What was up with you tonight?” Sebastian asked with a smirk. His eyes seemed to twinkle with humor as he offered you a wink.

“What do you mean?” Chris asked as he tried his hardest to keep a straight face – failing miserably.

“You seemed a little flustered is all,” Sebastian shrugged as he laughed. “Can’t imagine what would cause Chris to lose his cool,” he added to which Jeremy chuckled.

“I was a little distracted by something,” Chris added seriously as he turned his gaze to you. You knew the more his friends joked the more you were going to pay once you were alone with him.

You smiled shyly as you brought a glass of wine to your lips. “I guess you need to work on that babe,” you shrugged before turning your attention back to your conversation with Jeremy’s wife.

The following hours seemed uneventful – at least where Chris’s revenge was concerned. You gushed over celebrities like Emma Stone, as he politely introduced you – never taking his eyes off of you as you interacted with his friends. Everyone continued to drink – the alcohol seemed endless. Each time a bottle was finished at least two more arrived to replace it.

“Everyone should be dancing!” Sebastian declared as he rose from his chair.

“Oh come on man,” Chris muttered as he shook his head. His face was tinged pink from the amount of alcohol he had consumed. “I don’t know if I can even stand right now,” he laughed.

“Y/N?” Sebastian asked as he offered you his hand. You took it willingly looking over his shoulder to see Chris’s reaction. He was watching you like a hawk – good.

You left the table with Sebastian hand-in-hand. Out of all of Chris’s friends you liked Sebastian the best – probably because you had known him before you had ever met Chris. “You are going to have hell to pay,” Seb laughed as you danced against him.

“A girl can only hope,” you laughed as you smirked in Chris’s direction. He was already rising from his chair – his eyes trained only on you and his best friend.

“That didn’t take long,” Sebastian laughed as Chis meandered his way through the crowd. As he neared Sebastian shouted, “She’s all yours,” before laughing and walking back to the table where everyone else had stayed.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” Chris muttered into your ear as he pulled you roughly into him. He placed his hands on your hips –guiding them to grind into him as you felt his growing erection. “You kill me,” he muttered breathlessly against your neck. You could feel the wetness between your legs grow as he continued to harden against your contact. The feeling caused you to let out a soft moan. “Oh do you like that,” he whispered seductively into your ear.

“Yes,” you responded breathlessly. “Chris, I…” but he cut you off.

“Follow me,” he demanded as he took your hand, guiding you towards one of the many private bathrooms. Being a celebrity had its perks – at least you had a room to yourself.

You sighed as Chris looked the bathroom door behind him. You were ready. Ready for him to ravage every part of your body.

“Not so fast,” he chuckled as he pushed you gently onto the couch – you never quite understood the need for couches in bathrooms, but for once you were glad to have one. You pouted quietly as Steve took you in. “Now listen here baby girl – you’ve been torturing me all night. Sending me that naughty picture of you and grinding yourself up against my best friend. Now it’s my turn,” he muttered softly as he slowly removed his tie. “Give me your hands,” he commanded. You obeyed giving him your hands. He took them in his hands and tied the velvet material around them securely. He spun you on the couch – making you lay on it fully before raising your hands above your head. “These better not move, do you understand me?” He asked. You nodded as you whimpered your assent. You would do whatever he said if he would help the aching feeling between your legs.

He smirked as he worked your dress up to your waist – admiring a portion of the lingerie he had seen earlier in the picture. He slowly planted kisses up your leg causing you to squirm uncontrollably. More than anything you wanted to twist your fingers through his hair and you soon found your hands moving from their position. “What did I say?” he asked calmly as you placed your hands back above your head. “Good girl,” he hummed – kissing your wet core through your panties. “I think we can get rid of these,” he murmured against your skin as he worked your panties off. He gently circled his thumb around your sensitive clit causing you to buck your hips. “Mmm, my naughty girl. You’re so wet,” he remarked as he slid a finger inside of you causing you to moan out his name. “That’s right baby, you’re mine,” he said fiercely as he added another finger – pumping them in and out of you as you squirmed with pleasure. You could feel your walls tightening at his touch and your moans became louder. You didn’t care who heard you. “Not yet baby,” he whispered as he removed his fingers.

“What?” Your head snapped forward at this. He couldn’t just get you close and then stop. “Chris,” you whined as you tried to sit up. He pushed you back gently with a smile before moving his face between your legs. He smirked up at you before burying his face into you. As he lapped at your wetness you moaned his name louder causing him to suck on your sensitive clit. As you bucked your hips he slid a finger into you. His mouth and fingers were too much – causing you to cum all over his face. He lapped away your orgasm – causing more moans to fall from your mouth – before he broke away with a smirk. His beard was glistening with the remnants of your pleasure which immediately made you ready for round two.

“Stand up,” he demanded as he stood and offered you his hand. You placed your bound ones in his and he helped you to your feet. “I want you to bend over the sink,” he explained as he motioned over to the sink. You did as he commanded – your bound wrists stinging softly as the velvet bit into your soft flesh. You watched in the mirror as he removed himself from his pants – stroking himself a few times before approaching you from behind. He lifted your dress to your waist again before nudging your legs apart with his own. As he slid into you fully you groaned. He began to thrust into you as he held on to your hips tightly. “God – you are so tight,” he exclaimed as his thrusts began to become more disjointed. You groaned as your body reacted to his thrusts – you could feel your walls tightening again with the promise of a glorious orgasm. When he began palming your sensitive clit you came undone around him – your orgasm spurring his own. He stiffened as he filled you with himself. He sighed softly into your hair as he kissed the back of your neck affectionately before removing himself.

“So that’s what happens when I send you nudes when you’re at the Oscars?” you asked with a laugh as you sat shakily on the couch.

“I guess so,” he chuckled as he plopped down beside you – wrapping his arm around you and bringing your head to his shoulder.

“Well I guess I should do that more often,” you shrugged as you both laughed.

“Oh hell,” Chris sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“What is it?” you asked alarmed.

“Seb and I had a bet on who would have sex at an Oscars’ after party years ago. I never thought it would be me so I’ve given him hell for years about it,” he grimaced.

“Well I guess it’s time to pay up,” you chuckled as you both rose from the couch.

“It was worth every last fucking penny,” Chris responded as he pulled you into him – planting a soft kiss on your lips.

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a collection of thoughts about bruce banner, all based off the one picture of him in peter’s science class

  • tony visits peter’s school for whatever reason, and happens to walk in during that class. he sees the picture of bruce. snaps a photo of it on his phone to show him later. makes passing conversation along of the lines of “well, it makes sense. he is a genius, after all. and now a bunch of you will learn that! well. some of you will learn that. the rest of you twerps won’t pay attention. did you know he has a thing for blueberries? not sure about their muffin form, though. i’ll have to ask.”
  • tony eventually texts him the photo and bruce isn’t sure why, exactly, tony has a closeup of a black and white picture of his face
  • then tony follows it up with a picture of the entire row of scientists and bruce notices the whiteboard underneath it and tony says “you’re in good company. smart company, at least. the only downside is that you’re in high school again.”
  • and then it starts to click that what he’s done is being taught in science classes
  • he’s part of the curriculum. him. his work and his accomplishments are being taught and remembered. not the hulk.
  • not the hulk.
  • bruce banner sees a black and white photo of himself next to nikola tesla and he sees a legacy he’s not ashamed of
  • he sees all the scientists he read about and researched, the ones who inspired him in high school, and he sees himself next to them.
  • he sees a possibility that he can be one of them for this new generation, that now he can maybe be someone who gives some kid hope and motivation the same way they did for him.
  • it’s a good feeling. 
  • meeting peter parker, who trips over his words and vigorously shakes his hand, who talks quickly and excitedly about what he knows about bruce’s work? being able to recognize that peter’s nervousness comes out of awe and respect and not fear? that’s a good feeling, too.

This is possibly one of the most heartbreaking things Ive ever read.

To see my favourite AH member write something like this…I just cant imagine how he feels. Just want him to be happy after all he’s achieved. And I want people to be happy for him.

Dont be an asshole and if you dont like him, keep your nasty comments to yourself. He honestly doesnt deserve it.

Go show him some love because damn that man deserves a lot after all the shit he has to read !!

I want a scenario where Adrien finds out his scarf was actually from Marinette and not his dad, and for it not to go very well at first.

Because while I’m sure Adrien would understand it was a mix up and still, his friend went out of her way to make him a gift, I can’t imagine him really looking at the scarf for a while and being happy about it, not while knowing his dad didn’t actually get him anything at all. Adrien would have very mixed feelings about it IMO, and I wouldn’t really blame him either.

So, angst time. Adrien wants to confront his dad about it but he’s overseeing a fashion show and he couldn’t ask Nathalie because she went with him, so that leaves Marinette. He pulls her aside after school, and there’s so much anger and resentment for his dad building up, and he really doesn’t want to take it all out on Marinette, but Adrien’s afraid that if he opens his mouth he might say something he’ll come to regret, so instead he pulls his scarf out from his bag and smooths out a corner of it, displaying Marinette’s tiny signature for her to see. 

He can see the panic flash in her eyes while she stares at the scarf, but it doesn’t seem like she can find words, so he asks a question, “Why didn’t you you say something?”

Meanwhile, Marinette really IS panicking. True to what she told Alya all those months ago, Marinette tries to explain that she didn’t want him to be disappointed that the scarf wasn’t actually from his dad, just her, but even as she explains this she can see it’s not making Adrien feel better and honestly, it’s no wonder. 

(“I wish you said something earlier,” Adrien finally says, and he’s rubbing his neck and chuckling and trying to keep the situation light. “I feel like a bit of an idiot.)

Because Marinette let the secret go on for too long, and surely finding out a cherished present wasn’t actually from his dad after all this time believing that it was… it must have hurt. It must have hurt ten times worse than if Marinette would have just told him the truth, though surely that would make her look like an opportunist more than anything. She didn’t want to come off as selfishly wanting his attention. Marinette was stuck, honestly. She didn’t know if there was a right way to have gone about that situation. So she says the only thing she can.

“I’m sorry.”

And offers the only thing she can think of.

“I-I can take the scarf back, if you want.”

Now Adrien feels bad, because he really wants to keep it. He wants to look at the scarf and think, ‘my friend made this for me, she took time and care to knit this with me in mind.’ But instead, all he can see is Gabriel Agreste’s stern face, and all he can think when he sees the baby blue fabric is that his own dad didn’t even bother buying one of those lame pens for his birthday this time. 

Tentatively, he hands the scarf back to her.


Vegas | Tease | Oops | D | Game | Mistake

Note: Here’s the second part to Vegas! You know that part in a concert where all the music just stops mid-song, and then it resumes after a couple of moments and it’s super awesome and amazing? Yeah, that’s what I tried to describe in this fic, but I don’t think I did it that well. Oh well. I did my best.

Word Count: 2782

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warnings: SMUTSMUTSMUTSMUT, car sex, the usual bad language

“No.” Daveed said for the third time.

“Why not?” You asked, groaning a bit.

“Because I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to come. It’s dangerous for you. Shows can get out of hand sometimes.”

Tonight, clipping. was scheduled for a pop-up show at a local bar and you were trying to convince Daveed to take you with him. The both of you had become friends with benefits after he ‘broke your curse’ of not being able to orgasm during sex with anyone else. You both satisfied each other’s needs when it was necessary, and you enjoyed this relationship that you both had, but there were certain things that you didn’t enjoy: he was overprotective.

“C’mon, D. I’m a grown woman, I can handle myself. You don’t have to treat me like a damsel in distress all the time.” You said, leaning against the counter. He wasn’t going to make you bring out the puppy dog eyes, was he?

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Holy fuck ya’ll………besides @stabier’s love for sympathizing with KKK members, a little birdie told me that @stabier is a creepy stalker. Of course I’m not surprised at this, but what freaked me tf out is how he actually has been showing signs of stalker-ish behavior towards ME and I didn’t even know it. After last week’s discourse with him about how protesters in the past made accomplishments with riots, he followed me. I was like…. okay…. I guess he learned???? Then he started sending me about 2-3 asks a day asking me about my input on certain issues. I just ignored. Then he followed me on Twitter, I was like… okay lol. Then he started…… messaging me a lot in my DMs

He also made posts about me tagging my url, but I just brushed it off and ignored. Not really thinking it as anything severe. But then I discovered these receipts.  Apparently did dude had a whole RESTRAINING ORDER against him for harassing someone with porn, gore, and rape threats. He was harassing this person for YEARS fam…. and apparently he followed other blogs his victim followed. And i noticed one of you guys said that he tried to follow you. So if this guy follows you on ANY social media platforms, PLEASE HIT HIM WITH THAT BLOCK. I tried to give him the benefit of the doubt as someone who wanted to be educated, but my gut told me something wasn’t right. “that little birdie” wanted to stay anonymous. But thank you so much for telling me about this before it got too out of hand. Being a minor on this site can be quite dangerous and I’m gonna have to learn how to be careful when it comes to certain people. 


Reader x McCall Pack / Hale Pack

Requested by @holyfuckinghale1975

“I’m going to need someone to show (Y/N) around.” The teacher finished introducing you and several people’s hands shot into the air. “Stilinski.”


The boy who had been chosen waved and glanced at the boy next to him, winking as he looked disappointed, grabbing his bag as you trailed after him.


“I’m Stiles and you’re (Y/N) right, well you might like it here… it’s weird though but…” He trailed off when you stared at him and stayed silent.

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