i did what i could to get the whole scene

@priestvictor made me post it. Yes i wrote it, beware it’s angsty

The church was calm, clean, immaculate and silent. Precisely too silent. It was unkind, and unfair. Silence should be relaxing, but all it did to Victor was punish him for banishing the sin from his church. Why? Why did it hurt so much? He was free from the incubus but guilt chained him.
Soon silence became memories, and the same scene that haunted him played again, words full of sinful wrath that only terrorized innocent lust.

The shouts echoed in his head, sending chills through his spine.
His whole body was still shook, how could he? What did he do?
“Victor I’m sorry I”
He was just playing like always… Tempting, seducing Yuuri. He was just being himself and..
“If you don’t disappear I assure you that you’ll never be able to get in this world ever again!”
He threatened him to hurt him, instead of forgiving him. Tempted by lust he ended up falling in wrath.
And Yuuri didn’t came back.
The priest fell on his knees, hiding him the altar while liquid remorse started pouring from his eyes, never in his life he wanted to be forgiven this badly.

“One month.” He counted “It’s been one month”
He started to fear, did Yuuri eat? How was he? And most importantly where was he?
Demons aren’t supposed to love or to even care, maybe he did move on, maybe Yuuri already forgot him.
In just one month though Victor became a living, crying mess, managing to stay composed only during the Mass.
He couldn’t take it anymore, it was too much for a human being to bear, it was so much for HIM to bear, he didn’t care anymore, he needed Yuuri more than he cared to admit.

Running in simple clothing during the night he shouted the name of his lost lover, fear and guilt shaped his cries; he wasn’t a priest no more, he was just a human being, he was just Victor. And he searched, but with no avail, so he walked home, but he didn’t give up upon finding his beloved curse.
But a sudden uproar awakened him from his thoughts, making him turn, frightened.
And then he found him.
The demon fell trying to escape, his trembling almost naked body was too weak to make him stand, so he started to crawl.
“I wasn’t in your house I swear, I’m sorry, please don’t hurt me, I just came back because I missed you, I’m sorry please.. I’m sorry I’ll never do that again, I’ll vanish like you said, please”
“Did you eat?”
“I.. what?”
“Did you eat, Yuuri? Please answer”
“N-No. I’ll die soon, so don’t worry about seeing me again” he sadly smiled.
Victor felt a sword made of emotions impaling him, a storm eating him whole.

He tried running to him, but his legs felt weak and he fell on his knees, but it was enough though have Yuuri near.
“I’m sorry” he repeated, moving backwards “I’m sorry, please don’t hurt me, please, I didn’t mean to make you angry” but the priest already took his wrist and pulled him close.
The confusion that the young demon felt only grew when Victor began to kiss him. Hard. On the forehead, on the nose, on the cheeks, on the lips. He didn’t stop, he couldn’t stop. He pulled him closer while the incubus regained energy, feeling the warmth of the priest’s body, the arm firmly placed on his hip, the other sheltering him with his coat.
He stopped to catch his breath, while tears started to fall, landing on the demon’s cheek.
“I’m sorry” he whispered “Please never leave. Never again”
Yuuri watched him shocked, lips parted, watching him in the eyes not even blinking.
And then tears just fell, and soon became sobs. The demon started clinging onto the priest shirt.
That night Victor learned that demons could love, and their affection was pure as angels’.

When Chyler Leigh is trying to read some Sanvers fanfiction and Floriana Lima walks into the room and asks, “Yo Chy, whatcha up to?”

Chyler: Shh! I’m trying to read fanfics under the Alex Danvers and Maggie Sawyer filter!!!

Floriana: *blinks* Uh…why?

Chyler: So I have an idea on what to do next for our scenes together!

Floriana: …and the fact that you want to make the whole Sanvers fandom explode with happiness and rainbows…and blow up tumblr…

Chyler: I am the co captain of this ship and I am proud to be the biggest shipper of this ship that could be ever shipped for I am Chyler-…for I am Alex Danvers!!!

Floriana: …did you just get hit by a sense of deja vu?

Chyler: …yeah…I think I said something along those lines in the season one bloopers…

wirtanzenimregen hat auf deinen Eintrag geantwortet: Hmmm, could that perhaps be because they were…

Soooo why is it Loo’s fault that the whole season (tbh) was fucked up?? Did she write that scene? Or that episode? You’re mad your ship isn’t canon and I get it. I hate Johnlock but I have other ships in other shows that aren’t canon. Ship what you want but don’t insult actors or writers?????? Like, what kind of trash do you have to be to insult REAL people because your little fucking ship didn’t become canon. Get over it

LANGUAGE, please. I didn’t insult Loo - but you did just insult me with your post. I am not trash for voicing a critical opinion. And if you read my post, you would have understood that I am not mad at Loo for acting that scene - quite the opposite, as I stated in that very post - that I never said it was her fault that S4 was bad, and that it is not about johnlock not becoming canon either. It’s not even about portraying a fucked up, unhealthy relationship (in this case Molly/Sherlock) - it is defending this kind of portayal as beautiful that makes me criticise Ms Brealey. Because it is not beautiful, it is abusive. You can show that on tv, of course, and a crime show is not life advice, but calling such a scene beautiful is something I feel the urge to speak out against. It might be challenging to act - but it is not beautiful when you have to watch it, it hurts. I am the last person who wants to see only perfect people on tv - but I expect the actors and writers to give some context as how to interpret such a scene. And this scene is not beautiful. It is derogatory. DEROGATORY! And if it pains me, I am allowed to say that. That is my privilege as a viewer.

So, could you please 1)read what you are ranting against carefully 2)think about what you’ve just read 3)stop using derogatory terms like trash when refering to me?


It should have been me. It was all my fault. No, it wasn’t. It was an accident– No, it wasn’t. And now Haley’s in surgery and even if she makes it, the baby could– She could still lose the baby. 

Buffy The Vampire Slayer Starters

Season One → Part Two

  • You know how it is with a spanking new boyfriend.
  • Everyone’s getting spanked but me.
  • I was just being modest with the whole ‘lucky’ thing. You got that, right?
  • I did everything I could to stop her.
  • If you think that’s enough to kill me, you really don’t know what a Slayer is.
  • I’m going to the crime scene to see what I can find out.
  • I’ll make him die in ways he can’t even imagine.
  • That probably would’ve sounded more commanding if I wasn’t wearing my yummy sushi pajamas.
  • I think the part where he’s pure evil and kills randomly was an oversight.
  • Just because I can’t do the damage myself doesn’t stop me from aiming a loose cannon your way.
  • And here I thought the evening would be dull.
  • I’ve been looking for you
  • Uh oh, I guess somebody knows you’re here
  • It’s like the whole world is moving but you’re stuck.
  • Were you planning to slit my throat anytime soon?
  • I’m a stuck-up tight-ass with no sense of fun
  • I could ride you at a gallop until your legs buckled and your eyes rolled up.
  • I could squeeze you until you pop like warm champagne and you’d beg me to hurt you just a little bit more.
  • I mean, can’t you just look into my eyes and be all intuitive?
  • Actually, I beg you to stop.
  • I’m not entirely sure that we can trust our memories.
  • Zippo. Patrol has been totally uneventful. My kill count’s way down.
  • The thing about the Slayer is she is a whiny little thing, but when it comes to fighting she does have a slight tendency to win.
  • I killed the hell out of 'em.
  • You feel smothered. Trapped like an animal.
  • Are you drunk?
  • But what else could I expect from a bunch of low-rent, no-account hoodlums like you?
FanFic: The Farkle Files- Rucas: Balancing the Scales

A/N: I think this may be my shortest update yet. The Jelly Bean scene in Triangle felt “off” and unfinished to me. Enter this update. This is an alternate ending to that scene.

Zay left Topanga’s and headed home. Farkle stayed behind to talk to Lucas

“Lucas… I need to know something”.

“What Farkle?”

“How could you possibly compare your library conversation with Riley to a moment at the campfire with Maya?”

“What do you mean?”

“I want you to think about this for a moment…don’t answer me right away.

During that whole jellybean thing, why did you try to keep it "even” between them? I get that you don’t want to hurt them but this? This will destroy all of us but most especially you.

This is a decision that only you can make and you don’t need any of us around you when you do it.

Yes, Maya pushed her but you caught her. If there wasn’t anything there, you would have said you’re welcome and that would have been that. Neither one of you believes in coincidences so you have to know that there was something else to that meeting. Maybe you wouldn’t have met on the subway, maybe the first time would have been in history class. Are you saying that if you met her for the first time in class you wouldn’t have been interested? 

Lucas, you had her pegged during the homework rebellion. Do you think that was because of Maya pushing her? That conversation in the library, when you could’ve talked to her forever? That was between you and her, no one else. You talked about things that were important to you, things that were too important to text.

And since when do you laugh at Maya’s ha hurrs? They’ve annoyed you for the longest time. It used to bother you when she called you Huckleberry. Now you think about it all the time?

The moment at the campfire? You said it was a moment, a very brief period of time, and that nothing happened. You said that for the better part of the time you were alone at the campfire your conversation was about Riley.

I know how difficult it is to choose between them. I never could and I promised them that I never would. I promised to love them equally. That is not a promise you have made.  

For every question we asked you, the first answer included Riley every time and then you would add something for Maya.

I know all three of you. I’ve watched all three of you since the beginning. I’ve watched even closer since Texas, I’m telling you right now. There is no way that scale should have been even.

Stop trying to be Mr. Perfect. Stop trying to be the guy who just goes along with everything. You need to fix this. No matter what happens someone is going to get hurt. The time is now, this is hurting all of us and it’s getting to the point where we won’t be able to fix this.

Honestly? I think you already know that there was never truly a decision to be made.

Stop trying to keep things even because the way you are heading-things will always be even …because you will lose them both. “

Farkle stands up, prepares to walk out the door and looks at Lucas 

“You have to decide Lucas. If we are all going to stay friends after this? You need to do it now.”

Farkle walks to the door, looks back at Lucas and sees him staring at a purple jelly bean as if it contained all of the answers he needed.