i don't think i have to put any warnings on this

story time: presidential edition
  • so you know how everyone has a story
  • you know
  • like the story
  • like if you’re at a party and someone turns to you and says, tell the story
  • and you know exactly what they mean
  • the story
  • well 
  • i have a story
  • and not unlike most good stories, it involves three key components:
  • barack obama
  • pre-2008 reebok sneakers 
  • and the absolute earth-shattering horror you can only feel after making the worst mistake of your life

Keep reading

don't leave



word count: 3,184 (holy shit)

**warning: SMUT**

“It upsets me to think this is our last day together for months.” I confessed to Shawn, who was currently laying on the couch with his head in my lap, engrossed in a movie. My words made him turn his head to look at me. He looked up at me through beautiful brown eyes.

“Then just don’t think about it and you won’t be upset.” he said with a shrug. Oh what a wonderful solution you have there, Shawn. I wish it were that easy.

“It’s just not that easy. You’re going on a world tour, I’m going to college. You have other friends, Shawn, I don’t. All I have is you.”

“You have friends other than me. There’s no way I’m your only friend.” he teased.

“I have acquaintances, not friends.” I informed. “These acquaintances also won’t be going to the same school as me.”

“Nobody else could get into the school you’re going to because not everyone can be a fucking mega genius like you.” Shawn said, sounded irritated.

“Is that any way to talk to your best friend who made sure you passed physics and graduated?” I asked, wiggling my eyebrows at him. His facial expression softened at my tone and he no longer seemed angry. We sat in silence for another hour or so, long enough for the movie to be over. Shawn’s friend had suggested the movie and it sucked, if I’m being honest. We decided on watching The Notebook after that, one we both always loved.

We sat next to each other, my head on Shawn’s shoulder but in a platonic, nothing-more-than-friends way. It had gotten to the scene where Allie was kissing ice cream off of Noah’s lips and I felt Shawn laughing. I pulled away from his shoulder to look at him.

“What is it?” I queried, not being able to avoid the smile spreading across my lips from hearing his laugh.

“Wouldn’t it be amazing to be that in love with somebody?” he said. It made my heart sink because, until just now, I had managed to put away my thoughts about how in love I am with Shawn. I had hoped that just this one time we could be together without my thoughts interrupting what should only be friendship with Shawn. My throat felt dry and my eyes stung after he said the words. It was just a simple question, but to me it showed that he wasn’t in love with anyone, including me.

I managed to nod my head then scoot a few inches away from Shawn. I continued watching the movie, not being able to help but imagine Shawn and I being that in love with each other. Sadly, the love was only one sided. We definitely loved each other, but he only loved me as a best friend and I loved him with all I had in me. I realized in this moment I should have told him a long time ago. I should have confessed my feelings because now, we won’t see each other for months so it’s too late.

Shawn and I had planned to spend the whole day together but once the movie was over I felt too lost in my thoughts to stick around.

“I guess I should head home now.” I said softly, starting to stand up.

“What? Why?” Shawn asked, sounding concerned. I looked back at him and he looked hurt that I wanted to leave so early. “I thought you were staying all day?” I wanted to stay, I wanted it more than anything but I couldn’t focus on being his best friend when I was too busy thinking about being his girlfriend. My face felt hot and my eyes stung again, I could feel that they were tearing up. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Shawn grabbed my hand and rubbed his thumb over mine. I desperately tried to keep the tears in but I couldn’t help one from falling. A single tear ran down my left cheek and I wiped it away quickly.

“Y/N, please tell me what’s wrong? Did I do something or say something? Come here.” Shawn begged. He lead me to the couch and I sat across from him with my legs crossed.

This was it, this is when I have to tell him. I thought to myself.

I was a horrible liar and Shawn knew better than anyone when I was lying. My voice went higher than usual and my cheeks always turned pink after I realized how ridiculous the lie was. If I lied, he would know. I should just save myself the trouble of making up a lie and tell him.

“I just really don’t want us to have to leave each other because-”

“Because why?” He interrupted.

“Because I hate not being able to see you.” I said, stalling as long as I could.

“Why are you so upset though? I have to leave all the time and you don’t cry, do you?”

“No, but it’s different this time. I’m leaving for college so when you come home, I won’t be here. When I come home, you won’t be here, Shawn. It’s so different this time.”

“It’s not that much diff-”

“Yes, it is, Shawn! You don’t understand!” I said, raising my voice at him without meaning to.

“Then make me understand, Y/N. What is different about leaving this time?”

“Because I’m fucking in love with you and I have to leave you! You’re the reason why I’m going to college in Toronto, so I can be close to you when you come home.” I gasped when I realized that I told him. I actually told Shawn how I felt instead of keeping it to myself like I had for the past half of a year.

“Do you honestly think that I’m not in love with? Why do you think I’ve stayed here and haven’t gotten an apartment in New York or Los Angeles or wherever I want?” He paused. I only stared, waiting for him to continue. He ran his fingers through his thick hair out of frustration. “It kills me every time I have to leave you. You don’t even understand. I should have told you sooner, but I love you. I love you so damn much that it hurts. I’ve seen you get your heart broken multiple times and I have done absolutely nothing about it. I should have told you a long time ago, I’m sorry that we had to tell each other like this.”

“Shawn, don’t apologize. I should have told you a long time ago as well.” I cooed. I rubbed his arm in an attempt to calm him. “What does this mean for us?”

“What do you want it to mean?” He asked, looking up at me with his rich, caramel colored eyes. My own eyes stared into his for a moment, as if I was searching for the answer in his eyes. I exhaled sharply but slowly before giving him an answer.

“I want to make this work if you want to. I want to be with you. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” I spoke. His eyes lit up at my words.

He moved closer to me and I didn’t move, I let him inch closer. I watched his every move and then he took my hand in his. Shawn’s fingers laced with mine and I waited for him to do something more. I knew I wouldn’t be able to force myself to initiate a kiss, so I waited for Shawn.

I stared into Shawn’s eyes and his face came closer to mine. A few small tears still lingered on my cheeks and Shawn kissed them away. The feeling of his lips on my skin felt phenomenal, I couldn’t describe the feeling. I breathed hard and sporadically. Shawn’s lips hovered over mine, our lips barely grazing against each other. I surprised myself when I closed the gap. I pressed my lips against his soft, smooth lips. We both smiled, causing us to bump our teeth together. We both laughed because it wasn’t awkward, it felt right. We knew each other so well already that this just felt right. This was how it was supposed to be all along.

Our lips moved together while Shawn’s hands rested on my waist. His soft skin lingered on my lips and he began to pull away. I grabbed the material of his shirt, pulling him back into me.

“Please. Don’t stop.” I breathed out against his lips. My breath was hot and short, I needed his lips on mine so badly that I couldn’t breathe properly. He smiled then kissed me once more. His tongue now traced over my bottom lip and I whimpered lightly at the feeling. Just simple touches from him were driving me insane. I had been craving kisses like these for so long now that this moment felt like pure bliss. His tongue moved against mine slowly and gently, but the kiss grew heated. Shawn’s teeth sunk into my bottom lip and I gasped at the feeling.

His lips now pressed against my neck and it felt delightful. My eyelids closed slowly at the feeling. I didn’t want to focus on anything but Shawn’s lips on my skin right now, but Shawn made that an easy task. His soft lips fluttering on my skin lightly made me shiver. His long fingers traced circles on my hips under my shirt. I now laid underneath him, he hovered over me but pressed his lower half into me. I could feel a slight bulge growing in his jeans and couldn’t help the smirk that grew on my lips.

We kept kissing for a while longer, until both our lips were raw and we had both kissed what little bit of skin that was exposed with all our clothing still on. Shawn’s fingers fidgeted with the hem of my shirt, obviously wanting to take it off.

“Bedroom?” He asked quickly in between sweet pecks on each other’s lips. I nodded and he grabbed my hand, I then followed to his room. Once in his room with the door closed, his fingers moved under my shirt again. He looked into my eyes to make sure it was okay and I gave him a look of approval. He peeled my shirt off and tossed it to the floor. Shawn moved over me on his bed. He kissed my still bra-clad chest delicately. My whole body erupted with a feeling I had never felt with any other guy before Shawn. He slipped his fingers under my bra straps and slid them down my shoulders. His hands were soon at my back to unclasp my bra.

Suddenly, I felt insecure. I felt like I wouldn’t be enough for him. I inhaled deeply while he removed my bra, hoping he wouldn’t be disappointed. Before I could process what was happening, Shawn’s mouth was on my breasts. His lips first kissed lightly, then sucked on my sensitive skin. His tongue teased my nipples and I ran my fingers through his hair. I moaned and whimpered from his touch and he hummed, his throat vibrating against me in response.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” Shawn kissed my stomach right above the button of my pants. I grew nervous because up until this point, I knew what I was doing and I knew what to expect. I’d had sex a couple times before, sure, but Shawn was much more experienced than I was. Even through the nerves, though, my centre throbbed for Shawn.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Shawn asked me. My nerves wanted me to say no, but I did want this. I had wanted it, needed it for so long. I told him yes and he continued. His kissed my hips while unbuttoning my pants. They slid down my legs and dropped to the floor with the rest of my clothing. I realized then that Shawn was still fully clothed. He hovered over me again to kiss me. His tongue played with mine and I pushed his shirt up while kissing him, hinting that I wanted it off. He pulled the fabric over his toned abdomen and chest and I nearly felt my heart stop in that moment.

I had seen Shawn shirtless many times but I never really could admire him like I wanted. This time, my eyes scanned over him slowly, taking in every detail of all the ridges and valleys of his body. Shawn asked again if I was sure that I wanted this, I told him again that I did. His long fingers rubbed my core through the damp cloth of my underwear. I squirmed under his touch, even though it was barely anything compared to what would come next. His hands hooked around my panties and removed them. I was now completely nude in front of Shawn for the very first time, something I thought would never happen.

He slipped his middle finger into me, causing me to gasp. His finger worked slowly inside me, trying not to build up the pressure too quickly. Shawn’s mouth made its way to my pussy, licking enthusiastically over my clit. I moaned for him over and over. I soon lost all control over holding off my orgasm. Shawn’s tongue flicked up and down my clit and his finger curled inside me. I arched my back and Shawn now had to hold my legs apart. I came so blissfully and Shawn drug out my orgasm until it was almost painful.

He moved from between my legs with a smile on his face. He wiped his mouth dry with his hand after licking my juices off his finger. A thought occurred to me, I wondered how many times he had done that to be so amazing at it. I also wondered how many times he had done what we were about to do. It was a stupid thing to think, but the experience I lacked in this area made me think this way.

I started to remove Shawn’s jeans. I unbuttoned them eagerly because I wanted to please him like he had just pleased me. Taking his jeans off revealed a prominent bulge in his underwear, which made me even wetter, if that was possible at this point. I inched the waistband of his boxers down until they were off him completely. I took his length in my hand, unsure of what to do but he seemed to enjoy it. I jerked my hand upwards on his cock and he moaned quietly. Shawn’s much larger hand pushed mine away, I thought that maybe it was because he didn’t like it as much as I had presumed.

“You’re going to have to stop. I want to last for you, Y/N.” he spoke. I felt my cheeks heat up at the thought of making him feel so good that he may cum. He searched in his nightstand drawer for a condom. He rolled it onto his hard length after tearing open the wrapper.

“Y/N, I’m only going to ask you one more time and please be honest, are you sure, absolutely sure you want to do this with me?” He said sweetly, lovingly. I started to second guess this whole thing. It was too soon, we just confessed our feelings for each other barely an hour ago. However, if we didn’t do this now, it would be months before we ever got to. I didn’t think I could wait that long.

“I’m completely sure, Shawn. I want this, I need this with you. I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else.” I assured him. He lined himself up at my entrance and kissed my forehead before pushing into me. I winced at the slight discomfort but was no longer hurting after four very slow and steady thrusts.

“Are you okay?” Shawn said, sounding concerned. I nodded and he kept thrusting at a slow pace. I could tell his thrusts were shallow and I was no longer hurting, therefore I wrapped my legs around him. This pushed his length deeper inside me than it had previously been.

“Oh, Shawn.” I gasped. I looked up at Shawn to see him biting his lip while watching himself thrust in and out of me. He looked as if he was struggling with keeping it at such a slow pace from the way his chest was rising so rapidly. He slid into me with ease now and finally, finally bottomed out. We both moaned at the feeling.

“Faster,” I begged, once the feeling of pain and discomfort was completely gone. Shawn looked into my eyes first, just to be sure, then sped up the pace of his thrusts. I could tell this speed pleasured him much more than the previous one and it was a pleasurable feeling for me as well. Shawn’s moans were more frequent and drawn out now. I moaned just as often, maybe even more than Shawn did. He knew how to make this feel so wonderful and different than it had ever felt for me before.

One hand was in Shawn’s hair and the other gripped onto his bicep, my nails digging into his skin. With each thrust I came closer to my climax and Shawn made it hard to not come undone so soon. I tensed around him after a deep thrust. I became short of breath and Shawn could sense I was close. He thrusted faster and I could barely take it. I clenched around his dick, because I wanted to feel every inch of him and also because I couldn’t control it.

Shawn’s hands were placed on my waist in an attempt to get a better grip while he thrusted. Just one more hard, deep thrust pushed me over into euphoric bliss all because of Shawn. I couldn’t believe he could make me feel this way, make me feel like no one else ever had. I grew more sensitive with every second that passed while Shawn brought himself to his orgasm. He pushed in and out of me sloppily and by the time I felt warm liquid fill the condom, I was more sensitive than ever before. Shawn hissed profanities through his teeth.

Shawn threw the condom away then left to clean up. He returned some minutes later and gave me a shirt of his to throw on. I slipped into it and took in his scent. Shawn lay beside me and we just looked at each other with our arms wrapped around one another. We took in the beautiful sight of each other with that post-orgasm glow we now both had. Inevitably, I thought of how we were both leaving tomorrow. It made my heart break into tiny pieces.

“I wish you didn’t have to leave me tomorrow.” I whispered.

“I wish I didn’t either. But when we both come home, I’m yours and you’re mine, yeah?” He spoke. A smile spread across my lips and I nodded to agree. I pecked his lips softly. The feeling of being his was overwhelming.

PSA: Well, I think this needs to be said.
I’ve made a lot of friends on here and I’ve heard a lot of horror stories and seem a lot of screenshots.

Ok I can’t speak on behalf of ALL the Lee’s, but maybe for the majority. The good Ler’s out there (you know who you are) this clearly isn’t about you!

It’s not ok to just send a lee one ‘Hey’ then proceed to “pokes your ribs”. You wouldn’t fucking do that to a stranger in the street and you shouldn’t do that here.
That also goes for unrequested dick picks, sexual questioning or any harassment.

If you call yourself a Ler then have the good grace to show the respect people deserve. Maybe read the profile text first? Introduce yourself? The community does talk to each other and if you come across as a creep then word will spread. Just think before you decide you have the authority to try and tickle or tease someone.

Having a kink account does not mean someone is 'easy’.

I have no problem putting creeps on blast. No problem at all. Consider this your only warning.

We don't choose our family. (BATFAMILY/JASON TODD X READER) part 1

Batfam/jason Todd imagine.

Note- this imagine literally took 2 weeks and I wrote it in my math class.
Also (y/b/d) means your birthdate

Scenario- you have been fighting along side the batfam for over 7 years now but what if they knew who you really were, where you really came from, which clown prince is your father.

Warning- mention of death, fighting, slight cursing.



“Come on Tim, you have to try harder than that.” You said as you once again managed to pin the third Robin on the blue training mat. You got off of his chest and watched as he stared at the ceiling with a smirk on his face.

“I am, I am, you know I’m only running on about on hour of sleep.” He said standing up and running a hand through his hair roughly.

“Tim.” You groaned in exasperation. “We talked about this, no training unless you had at least 3 hours of sleep.”

He chuckled and walked past you to where his usual cup of black coffee was waiting for him. You glared at him and flopped backwards on the cold mat and let out a sigh. You still had no idea how that boy could drink straight black hot coffee, after a training session.

“What did they do to you, this time.” You heard the voice of the first Boy Wonder say as he stood next to you and peered downward, letting out a soft chuckle with his arms crossed.

“Nothing, I’m just considering shooting Tim with a tranquilizer dart, that could put down a bear,“ you said tilting your head to the side as you heard heavy foot steps coming down the stairs of the Batcave.

“I second that,” you heard Bruce say as he sat behind the bat monitor and took off his tie, running his hands over his face and slumping over.

“So, I see the date didn’t go well?“ You ask as you stood up and teased Bruce about his charity date. You were all for the idea and thought it was great. Whoever the highest bidder was, won a date with play boy millionaire, Bruce Wayne.

It was funny to you, because the big bad Bruce Wayne got auctioned off to a 75 year old woman. Let’s just say she got a bit frisky with him as the first thing she did when she walked on stage to collect her prize was “accidentally” squeeze his butt when he hugged her.

Needless to say you and every other person in the audience, including the rest of the batfamily started laughing so hard, you fell on the floor and had to leave the room to compose yourself.

“You can shut up at any point, (y/n).” Bruce said forcing out a chuckle, as the rest of the batboys covered there smiles with there hands and Tim bit his knuckle to keep from laughing.

“I don’t understand.” Poor little Damian said from where he was training Titus a new trick. You laughed and shook your head,getting ready to go home for the day.

“Are you seriously gonna leave without saying goodbye to your favorite robin?” You heard the gruff voice of the one and only Jason Todd say as he killed the engine on his newly modeled silent motorcycle.

“I could never do that.” You stared with a smile as you walked over and wrapped your arms around Jason’s neck as he wrapped his around your waist, while burying his head into your neck.

It was no secret that you had a crush on Jason, well at least still a secret to him. Jesus, you hoped it was. You had met Jason when he was still very angry at Bruce for “replacing” him. You were one of the reasons Jason actually decided to rejoin the batfam. Only you didn’t know that.

You were exactly like him, growing up in the bad part of Gotham, living in the streets, having no parents and he felt as if though you would understand why he was mad. Two years after your first meeting and various other encounters he came to the batcave unarmed and apologized for his behavior and wanted back in the family but of course, Bruce, needed to test him first.

You helped him through the pain, testing, distrust and frustration as he worked his way back to redemption and you just couldn’t stop thinking about him, feelings for more than just a friendship started to bloom in your heart.

That was 5 years ago, making it 7 years that you had actually known him.

You had been in love with him for 5 years and still didn’t have the guts to tell him. You fearlessly took out super villains as a night job but still couldn’t tell the guy you’ve known for years, that you liked him.

You even grieved about your feeling to dick who just laughed at you and said how “ironic” this moment was, something you did not take lightly, seeing as you pinned him against the wall until he said uncle.

A big difference between you and Jason was Bruce took you in when you were around 20 and he took Jason in when he was around 10. (At different times of course, considering you met Jason when he was 21 and you were 20)

When you first got into the vigilante game, you took your anger out on everybody who dared wrong the city you loved.

Bruce met you when you were beating up a robber in a alley and pulled you off of him before you could get your kill shot in.

He taught you that it was ok to fight the bad guys but you couldn’t allow yourself to stoop to there level. After that you just tended to stay around Bruce and discover his identity, as well as his family’s, and you’ve been there ever since.

Good memories, good memories.

“Ok, now I gotta really get going because there is a bed at home with my name on it.” You said as you let go of Jason and turned to grab your workout bag.

“Bye guys.” You said and were left off with a chorus of byes that were cut off by the eerily familiar chuckle coming from the bat monitor.

The Joker.

Your bag slumped out of your arm and hit the floor as you turned to see the pasty face and crazy eyes, you knew all to well.

You looked to see Jason hands turn into fists and a glare settle on his once relaxed face, as he gritted his teeth swinging his legs off of the bike and stood behind Bruce, who was in full alert.

“Well, well Gotham, what’s it been now? 5 years, 7, 4, ah who cares?” The joker said as he leaned way to close to the camera. You walked and stood on the other side of Bruce as everyone else crowded around the monitor.

“It seems while daddy was away, the children never came out to play.” He said with a flourish of hand gestures and chuckles.

You let out a sigh of relief, as your realized he was talking to the entirety of Gotham, not just you. When the joker was locked up the crime rate in Gotham dropped significantly, that must of been what he was talking about.

“Anyhow let’s get on with the point, the last time my people saw their prince, batsy was hauling me to time out.” He said frowning as you felt a rough hand grab yours pulling you closer to them.

Turning to your right you saw Jason had a tight, yet reassuring grip on your hand, but kept looking at the screen with a fierce glare and his jaw locked. He pulled you so your shoulder was brushing against his. You would have smiled if this had been a better situation.

“Well I think because I was so good and waited so long I deserve a little reward, I want my daughter.” He said turning so serious at the end of his sentence, a shiver ran up your spine.

You had a iron grip on Jason’s hand as you looked at the screen in complete horror. It was to soon, you wanted more time.

“Oh, and if you think of not following my demand, there’s a small group of people who would beg you otherwise.” The joker giggled, pointing the camera towards a group of about 12 people who had on torn and dirty clothes with tear stained faces.

“You have until midnight, or else I have my fun.” The joker yelled making all of the people jump as he turned off the transmission.

“He has a daughter?” Tim questioned slowly as they all continued to stare at the black screen.

“How could I have never known about that.” Bruce said standing up and rushing to put on his suit.

“Well we have to find her before he gets to her, she’s obviously dangerous if that thing, wants her.” Jason said giving your hand a slight squeeze as you stared up at him, feeling your heart shatter.

This is exactly what you thought would happen. They thought that you were a monster, a killer, a villain, just like your dad. You hid a secret from them for 7 years, one of the worst secrets you had ever had. You would definitely break there trust and be tossed in arkham.

You were the daughter of the joker himself.

You didn’t remember anything of your father because you ran away from home when you were 3. The “run”, really just consisted of going to the park and falling asleep on a bench.

When the police arrived to see a small little girl asleep on a park bench, they immediately asked you where you lived. You told them exactly where your house was but when you arrived it was empty. The only thing left was the furniture and appliances, everything, even the things in your bedroom were gone. At least this is what you were told, you couldn’t remember because you were only 3 when it happened.

The police scoured Gotham for months to find your parents and even put your story in the news, for someone to come claim you. In the meantime you were put in foster care, a temporary situation which turned permanent.

When you were around 13 you started to receive these horrible letters about how the boogeyman was coming for you soon. You were so terrified you told the headmaster of the foster home but she brushed them off as a prank.

The next letter also came with a package. A DNA test to prove you were related to this boogeyman. Your eyes almost shot out of your head when you realized that the test required a DNA sample.

This “boogeyman” had to sneak into your room and put a cotton swab in your mouth, he was in your room when you were dead asleep. After that you didn’t sleep well for years, you still don’t. You started training hardcore in any type of martial arts you could, because you were so scared that he would come for you.

On your 18th birthday you got one more letter. It was a picture of a baby being held by a man but he was bent over so the only thing you saw was his bright green hair and pale ghostly skin. You flipped the photo over and saw written on the back in cursive loopy handwriting.

(Y/b/d)~~~ Papas coming for you little girl.

You gasped in horror as you flipped the photo again and saw that the baby was wrapped in your baby blanket, the only think you had when you “ran away” and your birthday was written on the back.

This man or monster, this “boogie man” who has tormented you most of your teen life was your father.

It was years before you figured out that the man in the picture was also known as the clown prince of crime, the most hated villain in Gotham, the joker.

“(Y/n.)” Jason said turning so you were facing him, snapping you out of your memories. “It’s gonna be ok, they’re both going back to arkham and out of our hair.” He said as he pulled you in for a hug and stroked the back of your hair.

You pushed your face into Jason’s neck and breathed In his same old scent of musk and cigarette smoke. He was never going to forgive your for this. Your father killed him, beat him with a crowbar,used his feelings against him, and took him away from everyone he loved.

“I’m sorry Jason, I’m so sorry.” You said in the tiniest whisper into his neck, luckily he didn’t hear you.

“We have a location on the joker, we gotta go now!” Tim yelled from the platform where Damian and Bruce were sitting in the batmobile.

Dick left as soon as the transmission had ended on his own motorcycle but you weren’t really paying attention.

You moved out of Jason’s warm embrace and looked up to give Tim a thumbs up, he gave one back then jumped into the batmobile. Bruce started the engine and peeled out of the cave with a loud screech.

“Look I promise we will finish this talk later, after all this, I have some really important things to say.” Jason said before running over to where your motorcycles were resting grabbing his and speeding out of the cave behind Bruce.

“Believe me, what I say is going to be more interesting.” You said before running over and jumping on your bike.

You quickly exited the cave on your way to finally meet your fate.

———————————————––––––––––––––– PART TWO OUT NOW

anonymous asked:

Hi, I really like your prompt fills, they're amazing! I really love the prompt fill on zombies being representations of the seven deadly sins. I don't know if this is thinking too much into it but is/are there any specific person/people who specialise in dealing with packs of Envies? And who does repair work on the corral?

(Part One)

Numbers sleeps out by the Envies some nights.

 Most nights. 

Okay, nearly every night. She thinks that most sane people would with people like Stella and the General in the camp. It’s not that she thinks they’d ever go after her (except for how she does). It’s just that she doesn’t have confidence they won’t get her the next time camp is attacked.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Tia says when Numbers tells her this. She hands the girl a bag of food, that day’s rations. “They’ve been doing this way too long for that.”

Numbers doesn’t say anything. Two years ago, when this started, she’d thought people wouldn’t make mistake like that, wouldn’t hit a human instead of a zombie. In a way, she was right.

It wasn’t a mistake then and she doubts it would be one now.

“Thanks for the food,” she says, holding up the bag.

“No fire tonight,” Tia warns. “I don’t like how many Sloths have been around lately.”

Numbers casts an uneasy look at the horizon. Their camp is on a small hill which leads down to a flood plain. She can see the ruins of a city a mile or two away, but between here and there are too many holes, too much foliage, too much coverage for zombies.

“’Course,” Tia says, too nonchalant, “you could have a hot meal if you came to stay in the camp. Get to know everyone.”

Numbers is already shaking her head. She’s the newest member to the camp, the youngest to boot, and she likes the anonymity that gives her. She’s pretty sure Stella doesn’t even know her name.

Tia sighs, used to losing this particular battle. “Well, you know the knock. It baffles me that you’d feel more comfortable out here next to them though.”

Numbers looks where Tia gestures though she already knows what she’s pointing at. Numbers has just put a new batch of Envies in the corral and they’re getting to know the older ones, bumping into each other as they wander around aimlessly. Every now and then, they almost scent her and Tia and stop, those with noses letting their nostrils flare. Then they go right back to meandering, what’s left of their minds forgetting the distraction as soon as the wind snatches the scent away.

“Envies are predictable,” Numbers says because she likes Tia. She rustles in the bag of food, checking out her supplies. “People aren’t.”

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Something More - Theo Raeken

Originally posted by hugwithsleep

Summary: Theo and Y/n are fwb, the pack has no acknowledgement on their status. 

Warning: some smut,fluff and terrible writing 


“Hey Princess” Theo smirked making his way toward Malia and I “ugh get a life Theo” Malia groaned he stopped in front of me “can I catch you after school?” he looked at me expectantly “in your dreams” I fought back the small smile that wanted to make an appearance “your already there” he winked walking away to his locker near the end of the hallway. Damn that boy really knew how to make me melt.

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Don't Touch My Baby - ( E.D )

Summary : Some drunken teenagers push you around whilst watching your favourite band at Coachella and Ethan is not happy about it.
Warnings : swearing

Day three of Coachella has come around quicker then you would have liked. Although you have enjoyed watching your favourite artists and have had multiple water fights with the twins and Cam just to cool down from the scorching sun. Oh, and who could forget the many kisses you and Ethan have shared whilst Grayson pretends to be sick at the sight. Overall Coachella was everything you could wish for and more!

But today is the day you’ve been waiting for all weekend. Radiohead (let’s pretend they played on night 3 and not 1 ok) was finally playing tonight and you couldn’t be more excited. you had even saved your best outfit for the evening. black converse, black shorts, a baggy ripped up Radiohead t-shirt that covered your shorts and Ethan’s blue bandana on your head with your favourite vintage sunglasses.

Once you were done with your make up and double checked your outfit you walked out your shared bedroom with Cam to find the twins sat waiting for you. Ethan was the first to greet you with a kiss and whispered subtle in you ear “damn, y/n. you look sexy as fuck today, how am I gonna control myself” giggling to yourself you all decided you needed to set off to Coachella as Cam wanted to see a band and Grayson wanted to find some flash tats to stick on himself.

Once at Coachella you and Ethan went straight to the pizza stall because damn does that boy love his food. After that you met up with an unhappy Grayson who was sulking over not finding any Flash Tattoos and Cam who had came back from finally seeing her favourite band. “Right then, now we’re all here I say we go find a good spot at the main stage ready for Radiohead” Ethan said whilst smirking at you knowing how excited you were to see them live. “Yeahhhh boiii” you shouted rather loudly before grabbing Ethan’s hand and dragging him through the sea of people to get rather close to the front of the stage.

Whilst waiting for Radiohead to come on stage you and Ethan were wrapped up in each other with your arms around his waist and his around your shoulders. That is until a couple of boys your age decided to come stand next to you and Ethan talking loudly and jumping all around with hands full of beer. Before you know it a guy had stood on your foot and let his drink fall down your back. You were shocked to say the least, gasping you turned around to glare at the boys and give them a piece of your mind but Ethan beat you to it.

“Hey! Dickheads, how about you lay off the alcohol and stand still like normal fucking people. Can’t you see that you’ve just spilt your drink down my girlfriends back and stood on her foot with your shoes?” one thing about Ethan is that he’ll always stand up and protect you no matter how small or big the issue is.

“Aye man, chill! I’m sorry we just came here to have a good time. Maybe you should try it!” one of the guys shouted back. By this point Ethan was angry to say the least, if it wasn’t for you standing in front of him he’d probably have thrown a punch at one of the guys. “there’s a difference between having a good time and being a complete dickhead!” you put a hand on Ethan’s neck to try and get him to look at you so you could calm him down but luckily for you the screams from the crowd distracted everyone from what was happening as Radiohead were on stage and playing ‘Burn the witch’

Ethan put his arms protectively around your waist whilst you both faced the stage. You had the biggest smile on your face not just because you were seeing your favourite band but because you had the best boyfriend ever.

on the ride back to the hotel you where staying in Ethan was oddly quiet “hey, you okay Eth?” you said softly whilst grabbing his hand and playing with his fingers. “I’m just.. I’m sorry I ruined the night with getting too overprotective, I know you could handle yourself but I just got so angry with them and how they pushed you my mouth spoke before I could even think. please don’t be mad with me” Ethan whispered so quietly you had to lean into him to hear. “Eth babe, I’m not mad at all and You in no way ruined the night. If anything I thought it was Hot as fuck!” You said giggling which made Ethan smirk and kiss you sweetly.

“Oi, you two keep it PG back there I’m innocent” Grayson shouted from the passenger seat of the car which made you all laugh. It was that moment that you realised you had the perfect weekend with some amazing people and the best boyfriend ever.
Okay that was it guys my first imagine! Let me know what you think think and give me requests for my next imagines. :) X

Be warned: ANY sign can be a fuckboi
  • LOOK FOR THESE red flags:
  • Aries: If he moves wayyyyyyyy too fast. He’ll be the type to send dick pics way too soon. He’ll be moving you guys to the bedroom before you feel like either of you know each other. Like as if he'd be happy having sex with ANYONE in that moment.
  • Taruas: He won’t put forth any effort. The king of “netflix and chill.”
  • Gemini: The king of snapchatting you photos of himself 24/7. You’ll be flattered by how much attention he gives you on social networks sites but then when you guys hang out in real life, his eyes are still glued to his phone, probably snapchatting some other girls. Sorry, hun. Delete his snapchat, kik, instagram, twitter, tumblr and Facebook account and find a better Gemini. They're out there, trust me.
  • Cancer: He'll act like y'all are dating, but don't be fooled. When you want to take the relationship to the next step or want him to be accountable for his actions, he might emotionally manipulate you by whining about how his mom never loved him or how life is so rough for him. He's the king of playing the victim role. Tell him to grow up and get outta there.
  • Leo: He talks about himself. Even when you're talking, he still somehow is talking about himself. He'll be uninterested when you talk about your hobbies. He'll basically be a narcissist. It's hard not to fall for him because he's handsome and so damn cultured and interesting, but believe me, he's not worth it if he doesn't try to get to know you. You shouldn't have to force him to get to know you.
  • Virgo: Tells you how you should look and behave And yet HE’S the hotmess. If you see his room is a mess or if he's not ambitious, RUN. The thing to notice here is that he'll act like you should be grateful for his "helpful" tips, but he'll get pissed if you tell him how he can get his shit together. He dosent want to get his shit together. He just wants to stay a nervous wreck. He probably has a drinking or drug problem.
  • Libra: He’ll be romantic at first and tell you all the right things. But if you see him a few weeks later talking to some girl and you get a feeling he’s flirting without disclosing he's in a relationship, HE IS. He’ll be fickle as fuck too. If he keeps rescheduling dates without a justifiable excuse, FUCKBOI ALERT.
  • Scorpio: He might pull the wounded-puppy card like a cancer man. He’ll try to seduce you but before you get under the sheets with this sneaky scorpion, ask him about his hobbies. Scorpios are artistic but a fuckboi-scorpio probably has poetry, drawings or music about his ex that he isn’t over and will somehow find it flattering to show it to you. Tell him his poetry is nice AND THEN GET THE FUCK OUTTA THERE.
  • Sagittarius: His tinder says “looking for fun”. He’s aloof af. He may take you out with him to that one party or concert, but you have a feeling you’re not really WITH him. You’re just a piece of furniture that he’ll lean on every now and then. Oh and he probably won’t introduce you to his friends. You'll just be standing awkwardly.
  • Capricorn: If he tells you he doesn’t want kids until his late 40′s. You may think ‘well that's fine, I don't want to get married anytime soon- we can just date until then’ But what he’s really saying is he’ll just call you up as a booty call when he’s not too tired after work OR if none of his gaming friends are available. He may call you his girlfriend and act like a gentlemen. But if you two NEVER go on dates that don't involve getting groped at the movies or on his couch HE’S A FUCKBOI. Don't be hypnotized bc he has a car and a fancy job. His excuses for not seeing you might be something like,“I’m really stressed and busy with work… " but if he wanted to have you in his life, he would make the time.
  • Aquariaus: He’ll be like a sag- aloof and carefree. Very charming. And awkward. He's that guy who seems mysterious because he'll be distant sometimes. He'll be the opposite of a Leo and get to know you but he has no plans of actual commitment, he's just curious and find you interesting. Sadly, a fuckboi aqua has a short attention span. He probally won’t follow through with plans like the other air signs.
  • Pisces: He’ll whine about his previous broken relationships and read you his sad poetry like the cancer and pisces. Except HE won’t make the first move. He’ll probablly get drunk and hope you’ll be the one to make a move.
  • -
  • Not all guys are fuckbois. So I’m not saying every guy will be like this. These are just the red flags to look out for. BE WARNED AND GOD BLESS
  • Say it with me “I am better than a fuckboi”. Say it until you believe it.
Don't Mess With Pan's Lost Girl P. 5

Warning: swearing, smut (for real this time), and it’s pretty long

Word count: 2524

A/N: Sorry, sorry, sorry for being gone for 500 years. Writers block that’s my excuse but yeah. So this story just keeps getting added to as I go on, so yeah not really a Pan fic yet, but it will be. I just want to tease him a bit first.

Part 4: https://pan-imagines-ig.tumblr.com/post/156204494894/dont-mess-with-pans-lost-girl-p4


He stays with his face so close to mine and I can’t help but look into his eyes, his stare is to intense to look away from. “And I will get you.” He finally says and I push him away from me. “You’re a feisty one aren’t you.” He says with a smirk as he stumbled back. “You’ll be staying here until I set up a tent for you. It should be done by tomorrow night.” He says making his way to the bed and sitting down, he glances up at me then pats the spot on the opposite side. “Come here.” He orders and I carefully make my way over but don’t sit down and cross my arms. “I don’t bite love, unless you’re into that” he says with a smirk and I roll my eyes but sit down with my back facing him. I feel him move but I don’t turn to face him then I feel a warm hand run up my back and twirl a piece of my hair around his finger. I keep my arms folded over my chest and try not to allow him to have an effect on me. “Lay with me love. I promise no funny business.” He says, I take a deep breath and turn to find him on his back giving me a lazy smile with his eyes hooded. This simple sight makes me forget about my dislike for him and my heart melts when I lay next to him and feel his body warmth instantly take me over. I close my eyes and I feel his fingers brushing hair behind my ear, soothing me. “Have a restful sleep love.” He whispers with his lips pressed to the top of my head and it’s the last thing I hear before I slip under.

I jolt awake the next morning and find myself in an unfamiliar room. I look around and it takes me a moment to remember that I’m in Pan’s treehouse. “Morning.” He says and I look up to find him in a chair facing the bed. “Your place looks different in the light.” I say looking around and admiring the beauty of it. “You like it?” He questions and stands walking towards the bed. I nod and he sits next to me as I sit up, “I’m sorry if I frightened you last night.” He says and looks down. I look up at him but he keeps his eyes from mine, “I’m not exactly sure why I… came on as strong as I did. I guess living for an eternity with only guys… I don’t know… I got kind of carried away. A girl is better than twenty boys after all. And you deserve to be treated with respect, I’ll make sure of that.” He says and finally meets my gaze. After a moment I open my mouth to say something but he shakes his head and gets up walking to the door, “Get up and ready, if you are to stay here you must be properly introduced. You start target practice today.” He says and walks out the door. “Wait!” I call out jumping from bed and running to the door. I run out the door and skid to a stop almost falling to the forest floor. I look down and see Pan already jogging to the camp. I jump from the tree and run after him, when I catch up I pull him back by his shoulder. “Why are you letting me stay? I’m the reason most of your troops are dying.” I say slightly out of breath and worry clear in my voice. “You’re clearly strong, and as you said many of my boys are dying. I need someone who can help protect them while they recover.” He says and starts again towards the camp. I stare after him then shake my head and catch up with him. “Then once they recover you’re going to kill me?” I ask raising an eyebrow at him. “Don’t be ridiculous.” He scoffs and I make a face at him. “As long as you can prove loyalty I’ll let you live here forever.” He says. “Who says I want to live here?” I ask stopping right at the edge of the camp and he looks at me from the corner of his eye. “Well I’m sure you’ll learn to love it, this island has its perks.” He says with a wink and greets the boys.

I think this over in my head for a second, live here forever, I couldn’t possibly. But then I look up and find Felix seated at the table smirking at me. I look at my feet, biting my lip and blush, slightly embarrassed of my actions last night. When I look up again his smirk turns into a full blown grin and I can’t help but smile. I walk towards the table, receiving a few stares, with as much confidence as I have and sit next to Felix. At first there is an awkward silence between us as everyone else laughs and jokes until we look at each other. “Sorry.” I blurt out and he chuckles, “about last night I just wanted to get out of that cage it really was boring. I understand if you feel weird around me, I was just hoping we could get past it.” I say as he bites his lip, holding back a smile. “No need to be sorry. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it.” He said hitting his shoulder against mine. “So we’re…good?” I ask. “Better than good.” He says then leans in, his lips pressed against my ear. “Meet me by the lake about a mile outside the camp after breakfast.” He whispers sending shivers through my body. I look at him and smile then look across the table to find Pan glaring at us but he turns away quickly when he realizes I’ve noticed. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion but don’t get much time to think it over before Felix wraps an arm around my waist pulling me closer to him. I smile up at him when Pan stands abruptly from his seat catching everyone’s attention. “Boys I’d like to introduce a new member to our little group!” He announces and looks over at me. Everyone looks over and I slouch down behind Felix. “Her name is Mariana and she is going to help protect the others while they recover! There will be no funny business with her! She is not here to take care of your personal needs, but to provide protection!” He shouts and I feel Felix tense up next to me. “If I find out any of you have been even thinking about our little lost girl, you’ll have me to deal with! Do I make myself clear?!” He asks and everyone immediately take their eyes away from me, and Pan sits again smirking. I frown and Felix pulls his arm away from me, I look up at him and he looks over at Pan. When he sees that Pan is no longer looking at us he leans close to my face and whispers, “Looks like we’re going to have to break a few rules.” He smiles and I bite my lip letting out a small laugh. “So the lake is still the plan?” I ask and he nods. “Oh yeah it’s one of my favorite places on this whole island. I definitely what you to see it.”

“Alright boys let’s head out!” Pan says after handing me a bow for target practice. I start to walk with the rest of the group but am soon pulled by the arm in the opposite direction. “Trying to skip out on our plans?” Felix asks as he moves to lace his fingers with mine. He pulls me through the camp and I set my bow and arrows on the table. “The water probably feels great it’s been warmer recently.” He says and I stop walking. “Wait we’re going swimming? Mind if we stop at Pan’s treehouse for a second?” I ask and he shrugs. When we get there I climb up quickly as he waits for me. I run to the other side of the room and frantically dig through my bag to find my bra. I pull my tank top from my corset and struggle to loosen the ties in the back. When I finally get them undone I throw on my bra and top and run back outside. I jump down to the forest floor and that’s when I remember that my tank top is cropped because I ripped it. “Damn it.” I say looking down at my self and hearing Felix chuckle. “Not a bad outfit. You have a nice body.” He says his eyes raking up and down my body making me self-consciously wrap my arms around my exposed stomach. He shook his head at me and reached for my hand again leading me to the lake.

Once we reached the lake I was sweating from the walking and hot sun beating down, I could feel my hair stinking to the back of my neck. I looked at my wrist and found a hair tie, thank goodness, I thought tying my hair up into a high ponytail. “Well here we are.” Felix said reaching up and pulling his shirt over his head. I couldn’t help but stare at his long lean body, he then reached down zipping open his pants and bending over to pull them down. I watched in awe as his back muscles moved while he folded his clothes and put them on a rock. He walked back a bit then ran, jumping into the lake. He resurfaced with a shout of relief, “Whoo! I haven’t been here in so long. Come on it feels nice!” He shouts up to me and I just look down at him shaking my head. “You’re crazy!” I shouted back zipping open my jeans and pulling them down I then reached up and pulled my top over my head. I folded my clothes and set them next to his on the rock and followed his example of backing up to get a running start. I can do this it’s just water it’s not that bad, I thought with closed eyes. When I opened them I felt my feet carry me to the edge of the lake and my body fly over, down into the water. I was engulfed by the refreshing water and soon resurfaced to find Felix floating on his back. I follow his example and push my arms through the water so I move next to him. We laying quietly and peacefully and I close my eyes allowing my mind to clear, forgetting about how bad this whole situation is.

Just as I am fully relaxed I feel hands under my back and I’m soon back under water with no warning. I quickly swim back up to the surface taking in a gasp of breath before charging towards Felix. I use all my strength to try and push his head under water but he doesn’t budge, and only laughs and I laugh too while struggling. He grabs hold of both my hands in one of his, then pulls me through the water bringing me face to face with him. We stare at each other for a moment just enjoying being in each other’s presence, when he leans in slowly and connects our lips. I immediately kiss back and I feel him gently place his hands on my hips. The kiss is soft as if he’s afraid we’ll get caught, so I push my fingers through his hair trying to relax him. He moans against my mouth and I feel his grip on my hips tighten, he deepens the kiss and his fingers are digging into my hip bone. I let out a low groan as he moves his lips from mine and attach them to the base of my neck. I wrap my legs around his and feel his hands move to my thighs pulling them up to his waist. Without thinking about it my hips start to grind against him while he leaves sloppy kisses up and down my neck. My fingers tangle deeper into his hair and he moans then connects our lips once again.

“Felix.” I moan against his mouth causing him to wrap his arms around and under my thighs supporting my butt. He carries us out of the water and lays me on my back in the grass. He spreads my legs with his knee and lays between them holding his body weight with his elbows on either side of my head. He connects our lips again and grinds down on me and I can feel him against my pantie covered core. He pulls away breathing heavy and looks me in the eyes. “Are we going to do this?” He asks and I look up at him also panting. “Why not” I say and he smirk pulling off my underwear in one swift motion. He crawls down and I feel his hot breath on my exposed skin. He looks up at me one more time before pressing his warm tongue flat against my center. My hands instantly went to his hair and he moans causing a pleasant vibration against me as he licks a quick swipe. My back arches off of the ground and his lips attach to my clit sucking softly. Pleasure washes over my entire body and my head is swimming in pure bliss. Then he stopes all movement and pulls away from me quickly, before I can protest I hear footsteps approaching and I get up frustrated and reach for my clothes. I managed to get my jeans on when Pan emerges from the trees. When his eyes fall on us and our state his jaw tightens and he glares at Felix. “Back to the camp.” he growls through clenched teeth. Felix and I exchange a quick glance before walking towards the woods with our heads low. “Not you.” Pan says wrapping his hand around my arm, his fingers slightly digging into my skin but I don’t protest. Felix looks back at me with worry before Pan shoots him a death stare.

“My rules were very clear. I forbid you to befriend any of the other lost boys.” He commands in a stern voice. “What!?” I shout yanking my arm from his grasp. “And! You are not to converse with Felix unless otherwise told by me. You are to train with me, eat every meal with me, you will not leave my side. You will be staying in my tree house and will sleep in my bed.” He says taking hold of both of my arms and pulling me close to him. “Is that understood?” He says his breath fanning over my face his piercing green eyes staring into mine. “Yes Pan.” I say my voice shaking. He let’s go of one of my arms and drags me back to the camp by the other, “It’s Peter to you.”

anonymous asked:

Do you think a low content (below 30%) wolfdog would be suitable for police work? I've always wanted a wolfdog as I love a challenge and don't want children, but since being a cop will take a lot out of my available time, I'd much rather have him or her be put to work with me. (I'm not currently an officer- I'm going to school to be one.) thank you for your time, if you decide to answer!!! :)

I won’t say that it’s impossible for a low-content wolfdog to be a police K9, but I will say that it’s unrealistic. Consider the traits that make up a good police dog: Obedient, loyal, eager-to-please, with very high drive and impeccable courage. Most K9s are purpose-bred for this line of work, and even then, only a handful complete their training. Fewer still excel at it. That’s one of the reasons that police K9s are so valuable, with some precincts spending a reported $10,000.00 - $20,000.00 on the initial purchase and basic training of each individual animal in a K9 unit. 

Cabal came from a kennel which has produced dogs utilized by Oregon police departments in the past. They bred two litters a year, and only picked a handful from each litter to join working homes; the rest - like Cabal, were deemed “pet quality” for lacking certain characteristics that make an excellent working animal. 

Wolfdogs, even low-content ones, are not well-known for being obedient, as they are very self-motivated and lack work ethic. Some have high prey drive, but that is much different than working drive. They are also typically averse to conflict, and would rather leave the scene than put up with a perpetrator who’s kicking and hitting them in an attempt to evade police capture. 

What police K9s go through is no joke. And an animal with weak nerves can get an officer killed in the field. Check out this segment of video footage as an example. *Warning - Graphic content of a dog being kicked and struck*.

The first dog was not bred or trained to be a police K9. It shuts down when kicked by the stand-in “perpetrator”, and even sits on command when the man demands it. He is clearly showing signs of appeasement, and, as pointed out in the footage, is the kind of animal that won’t make a suitable K9 officer, despite being a breed often associated with that line of work. The second dog is bred and trained to be confident despite being literally lifted off the ground and pinned to the wall. That is an example of what a good police K9 should be able to do. 

Wolfdogs are not, and never have been bred to do police work in the USA. Even if you started training with it at a young age, the animal wouldn’t be set up for success in that line of work. We can even look at real-life examples to further the point. 

Take a look at the Perm Wolfdog Experiment. These F1 50% animals are the only wolfdogs to have been purpose-bred for police-type work. The institute responsible for breeding them went through more than 200 puppies before finally finding a dozen or so capable of doing the tasks they were trained for with any manner of reliability.

Despite the initial success reported, the institute later cancelled their wolfdog program due to numerous factors: The animals developed issues with same-sex aggression (making it difficult for them to work together), and became strictly bonded to their handlers. If a handler was unable to continue working with the specific wolfdog they had trained (either because of injury, loss of employment, etc.), the animal became practically useless. 

But the ultimate end of the program stemmed simply from the impracticability of of it. Out of literally hundred of animals produced, only a few were capable of completing their training, and those animals later proved to have many personality quirks that essentially negated their usefulness as working animals. They sunk so much time and money into the process, and produced so many incapable ‘byproduct’ animals that they eventually returned to using good ol’ doggy-dogs, though they were certainly stubborn in their refusal to admit it was a bad idea to utilize wolfdogs for the task in the first place. This is one of the few instances where I feel kind of good about saying “I told you so”

In short, if you attempted to utilize a wolfdog as a police dog, you’d likely be doing two times the work for only half the desired outcome. I would strongly urge against it for both your sake, and for the wolfdog’s. 

anonymous asked:

Do you have any favorite Lena/supercorp headcanons?

My favorite headcanons always include a soft-sided Lena that’s reserved for certain people in her life. It is quite apparent when you watch the series how her demeanor changes with people. She tends to be sharp and pointy when it comes down to business but then there’s Kara. My favorite example comes from episode 3 (Welcome to Earth) when they are sitting on the couch, Lena looks completely relaxed and begins to open up to her. So, that got me thinking of her origin story and I came up with this… 

Originally posted by reginasevilpanda

I am a firm believer that Lena was a bright and bubbly child before she was adopted by the ‘Luthors.’ She had a mother that loved her dearly and spent hours playing dress up and make believe. Every weekend, the young girl would wake up early to help her mama make breakfast, which always resulted in Lena covered in flour from the pancake batter. The halls of the small home was always filled with laughter and singing, drawings and colors splashed across the walls. Her mother would remind her to keep imagining and dreaming as far as possible. That regardless of their circumstances, if Lena put in the effort, she would be able to accomplish whatever she set her mind to.

Nothing was ever going to be the same when she found out her mother was ill. In her final days, she gifted her daughter the brown teddy bear as a reminder of their times. “Even if I am no longer present, we will always be together, right here.” Her mother placed her index finger on Lena’s chest above her heart, as well as on the teddy bear’s.

The day her mother died changed her whole life. The Luthor’s mansion was cold, the walls were bare, void of any laughter or singing in the halls, and there were no more pancake Sunday’s with mama. It wasn’t even a year into the adoption when Lillian had it, she had consistently told Lena that make believe had no place in their home. That fairytales did not exist, only poor folk believed in that. Lillian had caught her playing make believe with that wretched teddy bear; she tore the stuffed animal from her hands and tossed it into the fireplace. Lillian scolded her for becoming emotionally distraught over a stupid toy. Tears began to stream down her rose-colored cheeks, as she watched the last physical memory of her mother burn to ashes.

From that moment on, Lena began to build her walls, protecting herself from any more pain, slowly, she became more detached and surrounded herself to Lillian’s wishes. She spent her days hidden away in the library, reading as many books as her little hands could get a hold of. On many of those days, Lex would keep her company and help her whenever she would stumble over certain words. It was her sixth birthday and Lex had smuggled in the perfect gift. Sitting in the corner of the library was a similar teddy bear wrapped in a silk red ribbon. It may have not been the one from her mother, but it came from the same kindness and love. That was the day, she realized Lex was not just her friend but her brother. He truly cared for her. For the following years, Lex was the only person who saw her soft side.

Up until things began to change within him. He increasingly became obsessed with Superman and the alien race. Calling her all through boarding school and Uni, to warn her of the dangers of ‘their kind’ plaguing the world. Ending every call, with her in tears pleading for him to come back to her. But it was too late. She had lost him too. The day that the news broke of Lex killing hundreds of innocent people in the name of the human race, tore through her heart. She had lost the two people closest to her, survived by memories of who they used to be. Her walls skyrocketed, closing off any form of emotion, gaining her the title of a heartless bitch, just like Lillian.

Come present day, she was supposed to be aboard the Venture but an emergency regarding the renaming of the company had come up. An emergency, she will forever be grateful for because Clark Kent and Kara Danvers appeared in her office for the first time. Brick by brick, the walls built so high began to fall. Kara was the first person to truly believe her, Lena could see it in those eyes, the ones that resembled waves of all the seas. “I hope this isn’t the last time we talk,” she had meant it wholeheartedly, the young reporter took her by surprise. Stolen glances and subtle conversations over lunch became more frequent. All her walls fell effortlessly and she didn’t even mind. The smiles and laughter that reminded her of her youngest days, filled her office week after week.

There’s a soft side of Lena Luthor, that only two people had ever seen prior, was now and furthermore reserved for her hero, Kara Danvers.

Offer to the Robron Fandom

So, starting tonight, things are going to be really bloody difficult for our favourite boys, and there’s no doubt at all that some episodes are going to be….really hard to watch.

I know so many of us (myself included) have latched onto Robron in a big way, and so many of us identify with the boys, and seeing Aaron in prison, suffering abuse, and potentially even drug abuse, is going to be pretty triggering for some people.

So what I’m offering is this. If you want me to, I’m more than happy to watch the episodes (not just tonight, but over the coming weeks/months - the entire duration of this storyline) and then give you a message telling you whether you should avoid watching it or not (or at least, if you’re having a bad day, I can tell you to wait until you’re feeling a bit better before watching the episode/scenes).

I’m already going to do this for another friend here, and I’d be happy to do this for anyone else. Even if we haven’t spoken before, even if we don’t follow each other - it doesn’t matter. Just give me a message and I can make sure I PM you after the episodes and give you an idea of how heavy/intense they are.

I think it’s so important for everyone to look out for each other. I know a lot of what will happen in these episodes will be revealed in gifsets and written posts, but that’s not the same as watching it on screen, hearing the words and seeing exactly what’s going down.

This storyline is going to contain physical/verbal abuse, potential drug abuse, mentions of pedophilia, homophobia (no doubt), and I wouldn’t be surprised if Aaron self-harms again. This is going to be seriously triggering for a lot of people, for any of those reasons, and I want people to still feel safe and still be able to watch the show as a whole and enjoy the storyline as much as they can.

So please, please, please feel free to message me. You don’t have to tell me why you’re concerned, or why it might be triggering or upsetting to you. I can either give you brief details of what happens in the episodes or I can just quickly say “I wouldn’t watch if you’re having a bad day”. Like it doesn’t have to be a big deal, but it could be important.

I know some people may well need this, or they may have already asked other fandom friends to do this for them. But I also know some people might feel silly or embarrassed to ask someone, or are not sure who to ask, and I just want you to know you can ask me. It’s honestly no bother at all, and I’d be happy to do it if it’s going to help put people’s minds at ease.

So starting from tonight, this offer is open. Please please PLEASE feel free to message me - I won’t ask any questions. I’ll just add your name to a list and that will be that. Job done. And you’ll get a little message after the episode/s air.

If people could help spread the word, or want to reblog this and offer themselves up to do this too, that would be awesome. This fandom is so lovely and I’ve seen several posts of people sounding concerned for what’s to come, and I just want you to all feel safe!

This post in short: if you want me to watch Emmerdale and PM you after the episodes air to warn you about their content/let you know whether it’s safe to watch, please let me know and I’ll be happy to do that for you.

3x11 Coda

Oliver’s shaky breathing leveled out after twenty minutes, the cloudiness in his eyes ebbing away. He sighed deeply, letting the warmth and weight of the man behind him calm his nerves. It was then that he was hit with another wave of tears, as he couldn’t remember the last time they held each other like this.

“When was the last time we did this?” Oliver croaked, playing with the seam of Connor’s shirt sleeve.

“I think four months ago, after my grandma died,” Connor replied, voice altered from his lips pressing against Oliver’s back.

“Oh yeah.”

“My mom called me and I was a wreck. So, we did this, for like five hours.”

“You were the little spoon then, right?”


Oliver hummed, “I missed this,” he said after a while.

“I miss it too.”

More silence, Connor’s response hanging in the air.

“How…how have you been after…after Wes?”

“Spectacular,” Connor said sarcastically.

“Right, dumb question.”

“No, it wasn’t.”

“But, how are you? Really?”

Connor thought about his response, “tired, mostly, not sure what to do next. Michaela and Asher are never at their place anymore; they try to distract themselves by going here and there, though I doubt they enjoy wherever they go. They don’t tell me.”

“And what do you do?”

“Sit there and stare at the wall pretty much.”

“You can always come over here.”

“I didn’t know what was an option till recently.”

It felt weird, talking like this again after seven weeks of on and off conversation or no conversation at all. It was kind of baffling, how they could fall in a familiar routine of bouncing off one another like this. But, Oliver supposed, grief and dark times can bring out interesting things in people.

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So I just stumbled across this game called Stories Untold. A text based adventure with four episodes. It’s very fascinating and it has a very unique narrative and this atmosphere of Stranger Things. However, its awesomeness it’s not really what I want to focus on. What inspired me to write this post was all the Operation OUT feelings this game gave me and I just wanted to freak out about it a little bit.

Spoilers ahead. If you want to play the game, you should not keep reading this. You’ve been warned!

Four episodes, seemingly unrelated, but that reference each other in subtle ways. That is until the last episode where everything is fully connected, makes absolute sense and your mind is fairly blown away by it. I just saw the ending and something in my head just went ‘Oh my God, this is exactly what is happening with Emma!!!’ Because that’s how my mind works these days (I can’t seem to get rid of this show! Unbelievable, everything brings me right back XD) 

First episode - The House Abandon

It all starts with the protagonist in a room, playing some creepy game on an old computer. As we play said game, some weird stuff starts to happen in the house we are in and suddenly what we’re playing on the computer seems to be connected with what is happening around us. An Inception kind of thing? ‘A game within a game’? Yeah, that’s right. At the point wherein the end of the episode we almost faced ourselves. 

Second episode - The Lab Conduct

We are now participating in an experiment, trying to open some kind of artifact, a box with a heart inside. At this point everything makes you believe this is an alien related story. More weird stuff happens while we’re running tests in the heart and we end up connected with it or with this AI that starts to show us things, strange memories where we’re stuck in a spaceship and are faced by a silhouette. The AI then proceeded to connect us with another subject in the facility that is trying to break free and run away. Apparently, the subject is controlled by our actions and the AI wants to reveal something to us with this whole thing. 

I know that you’re probably wondering what the hell this has anything to do with OUAT or Operation OUT, but I’m getting there. Are you still with me? OK then… 

Third episode - The Station Process

Once again we are in an entirely different environment, somewhere in the middle of Arctic or somewhere else entirely and you’re responsible for a monitoring station where people on the radio gives you instructions and warnings about some creature lurking in the snowstorm outside. And guess what? More weird stuff happens and you have no idea what’s really going on. Someone from one of the other stations apparently died already and the only one left, a woman, keeps saying that she’s on her way too. She doesn’t feel her legs, she’s tired and asking what you’re doing and you’re just wandering in the snowstorm completely alone. Then you start to hear voices, whispers, somebody telling you that you need to come back and wake up. They’re all waiting for you. And somehow while you’re trying to return to your station you end up in the room from the first episode instead and the voice we kept hearing, asking us to come back, give his welcome.

Fourth episode - The Last Session

The last episode, finally! This episode makes everything that didn’t make any sense until now suddenly drip with meaning. It starts with our protagonist watching a show on TV, a show that goes by the same name of the game, Stories Untold (this game is so meta, I can’t even). 

We are in a hospital or mental institution, I don’t know for sure and a doctor guides us to a room where we’ll be interrogated. He tells us that we need to remember what really happened, that it was time to stop what we were doing and faced the truth. The same AI out of nowhere appears in front of us and we get some flashes of some parts of the previous episodes, but this time, we learn what they were really about and here is where my mind went full mode on Operation OUT. 

The story beneath the surface of what we were seeing was that our protagonist was in fact in a coma or a comatose state. He was involved in a car crash caused by him (he was drunk) that, unfortunately, ended up leading to his sister’s death (remember the woman on the radio in the third episode? Well here she is). His guilt, the trauma and everything that happened around him made his mind mess with all those memories. Everything weird that was going on in the game was a combination of him remembering the crash and what he was experiencing while in the coma. 

People giving him instructions through the radio in the third episode was people trying to communicate with him, see if he was responding to those commands. The experiment with the heart and the box were actually doctors trying to resurrect him and fix his brain injury. The spaceship and the silhouette were, in fact, him remembering being trapped in the car and a police officer coming in his direction… It was all wrapped up in a sci-fi background because it was related to the TV show he was being exposed to (at least that was my interpretation, I was too busy losing my mind over this plot twist).

In Emma’s case, she is wrapping everything up with fairy tales, they are her way to cope with traumas and unpleasant memories. The truth about her history, about what’s going on in the real world it’s hidden and all mixed up inside her head. 

The incredible part of this is that the game gave away really clever hints in order to us to figure it all out before the last episode. It was in the dialogue all along, almost in plain sight, but still hidden enough that we barely put too much thought into it. It was in the visuals and now that I stopped to analyze it, the color patterns of blue and red, reminiscent of sirens were very present throughout the episodes. It was in the sound effects too! Sounds of machines and other stuff… 

All of it really made me think about all those hints A&E left for us to figure it out what the Stories left Untold in Once Upon A Time are. 

 Anyway, this is it. I just wanted to share this because I got all excited about it XD

gettzi  asked:

I don't usually give prompts but here's a couple: (I apologize if they suck): Holsom traveling + trashy paperback novel Nursey watching a movie (w/ anyone ur choice) + mirror Lardo walking to the bank + bicycle

uhm noooooo they don’t suck!!!!!! <3 imma pick holsom because i’m most comfortable with writing them, i think! Be warned since I’m tipsy I may not be at my best in terms of like, making any sense. lol

It’s their third time taking a road trip to Canada. It’s their thing: school ends, summer begins, Ransom’s fam has a reunion at his house in Toronto, and Holster is family, so therefore. BOSTON TO TORONTO ROAD TRIP, BABY. 

Driving west is easy, especially when it’s with your best bro, but it’s easier now that they’ve worked out the kinks. Ransom likes to wake up early and linger over breakfast, and Holster gets hangry at lunch and promptly sleepy after, so they have a system. Holster gets mornings and Ransom gets afternoons. For the most part. There’s usually a lot of junk food and caffeine involved with or without their carefully balanced schedule, but… they like to make each other happy so things stay put. 

It’s after lunch, so Ransom has the wheel. And when Ransom has the wheel the music is quiet and Holster is either sleeping like a very tall baby or reading quietly like a very tall… librarian or something.

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Good Grief - Chapter One

Jungkook makes a habit of showing up drunk to a nearby flower shop. Bad puns and fluffy pining ensue.

Or, a college!au in which BTS are all frat boys, Namjoon is a science club president,Jimin just wants a good party, and Jungkook is hopelessly fascinated by the girl who takes care of flowers in her free time.

author’s note:  hiiiiiii!! so this is my first ever fanfiction, and to be completely honest- it’s a long ride. so strap in, and get ready for a rollercoaster of emotions. Also there is a soundtrack/playlist for this fic! If you enjoy listening and reading (or, if you just want to have a g list of songs) you can find it here !

All mentions of the university in this fic are purely pulled from my ass— I don’t claim to know anything on a deep, spiritual level about university clubs, classes or frat parties. Side characters, that aren’t specifically Bangtan Members™, are all made up and therefor fictional .

If you’d prefer reading on AO3 the link is here

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I Don't Know How To Stay

*This is lowkey based off of Lorde’s song - “Green Light”

Warnings:  heartbreak, and I guess this qualifies as angst

Originally posted by hunterchesters

You had been dating Dean Winchester for a couple months, if you could call it dating.  I mean, you had  hunted together for years, and you had no doubt that he loved you, but you didn’t do the normal things that couples do.  Obviously.  

You were fine with that life.  For a while.  You understood that the Winchesters led a complicated life, and that caused a tremendous amount of stress, but you were completely done with having to pick up a drunk Dean every night at the nearest bar.  At the same time, it had been such a long time since you had been completely on your own.

Sam understood your problems, and tried to help, but it didn’t really work.  He and you would often have talks about Dean, his drinking and staying out late, but Sam didn’t understand the real problem.  The real problem was that, even though Dean had known you for years, you weren’t enough to keep him out of the bar every night.  And it killed you.

There was a routine.  You would wake up, without Dean being next to you.  Like he should be.  He would already be up, drinking his coffee and whiskey.  You, Dean, and Sam would read lore or work on a case, then after a day of headache-causing work, you and Sam would stay at the bunker or motel and watch a movie.  At about 8, Dean would decide to go out to the nearest bar, and get drunk.  After about three or four hours, Sam would be passed out, and you were sick of worrying.  Time to go find Dean. Woohoo.

You walked into the bar, and immediately saw Dean about to pass out in the corner with a bottle of whiskey.  

“Alright, Dean, let’s go,” you said, with an annoyed voice, not that he could tell.  “Y/N, just leave me alone and go back to the bunker,” Dean said, with slurred words.

“Dean I really need to talk to you, and that requires you to be sober, so lets go,” you said, calmly.

“Fine,” Dean said, clearly annoyed.

As you drove home in Baby, you listened to constant driving tips from your drunk passenger.  When you got home, you put Dean to bed and laid out two Advil and some water on his nightstand.  “Goodnight Dean, love you,” you said, knowing that he was already asleep.

The next morning, you were the first awake, to your surprise.  You got up as quietly as you could, trying not to wake Dean, and went to go make breakfast. Sam was up soon after you, sitting down to read some lore.  Sam was practically your best friend, and you knew you could trust him.  You finally let go, of all of it.

“Sam, I’m worried.  I’m worried about him.  There’s rarely a night when I don’t have to go pick him up, drunk as he can be.  It’s not good for him, and I’m scared.  I’m scared for him, for me, for us, and I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”  you said, breaking into tears.  

Sam walked over and made you look him in the eyes and said, “Y/N, I know.  I know how hard it is, I’ve dealt with his problems for as long as I can remember.  And I know that you shouldn’t have to deal with it, and it’s your decision, I’ll help you find another place to stay if you need to leave,”.

But that was the thing, you didn’t want to leave.  Dean was the best thing that ever happened to you, at some point in your life.  Not anymore though, and it killed you to admit it.  

“Okay, but I need to talk to Dean and tell him about what’s going on,” you said, drying your eyes.

Dean woke up about that time and stumbled into the kitchen. You poured him a cup of coffee and served him breakfast, which he declined. “Dean can we talk?” you said nervously. “About what?” he said, clearly agitated. “Come on.” You walked into your shared bedroom, Dean sluggishly following you. Annoyed as he could be. “I don’t know any other way to say this, but, Dean I’m worried about you and…” he cut you off, “You don’t need to worry about me Y/N. I’m fine.” You quickly said back, “But Dean, I am. I’m worried all the time. If you’re not drinking, you’re engulfing yourself in a case. You don’t sleep more than 5 hours a night, and you never have time for me or Sam anymore,” you said, breaking into tears once again. “And I don’t know what to do anymore, Dean! I understand you have a lot going on right now, but you don’t have to do this! And- and think I need to leave.“ “Y/N, don’t leave, I love you,” Dean said, honestly. “I don’t know how to stay.” From that day on, you and Dean never talked again, as much as it hurt you. Sam checked in on you occasionally, and you him, but things were never the same, and you could never let go.

katsa-the-graceling  asked:

Hey! I have a question for you. I currently have a story up on AO3, it's kinda angsty, and it doesn't end happy - meaning the two main characters don't get together. I don't have it tagged as unhappy ending or bittersweet or anything because I don't want to spoil the ending, and someone left a comment telling me it was really rude to not have that tagged. Do you tag to avoid upsetting people? Even when you spoil your own fics? I kinda don't know what to do. ❤️

Hey there! Tagging is one of those difficult things, in my opinion. It’s such a delicate thing, and everyone’s opinions seem to vary. Some people never want to tag while others tag every little thing, and a lot fall in the middle. I’m not very good at tagging because it’s something that really only started happening in fic archives in more recent years. I remember when we’d only warn for the Big Things, such as rape/non-con, incest, character death, etc. If something was particularly smutty/kinky, there’d be warnings sometimes if it wasn’t the standard kind of kinks (or more common kinks). So I still tend to think of the big warnings whenever I tag or warn for a fic I’ve written, and there are times when I might not tag something that turns off a reader. 

I got a rude comment once for having a reference to Scott/Lydia in a Sterek fic, which was a brief mention in one sentence, and not an actual ship in the fic, but it was assumed that I should have tagged because one reader disliked that ship. In cases like that, my general attitude is honestly fuck it. There are chances we take as readers when it comes to the content we read, and fanfic writers already provide a lot more warnings than you get in published fiction, where sometimes rape or incest or character death just happens with no tag/warning at all. I think warning for the most common things that might trigger someone is totally appropriate, but sometimes there’s going to be something that only a few readers might be offended by that is more of a personal squick/trigger that no one could really ever predict needing a warning. I mean, I have some random ass squicks, myself, and I can’t really expect authors to tag for those things that likely wouldn’t bother anyone else.

That being said, something that is an unhappy ending is more of a common squick/trigger for fandom, in general. A lot of people use fanfic as a nice escape from whatever RL world they want to forget for the length of an awesome fanfic. Unhappy endings for a ship can be like character death, in a way. I know that I will usually skim to the last paragraph of any fic that gives me hesitation on it being happy just to ensure the two leads end up together & no one dies or breaks up. 

When I’ve written a story that has a plot twist or something that I don’t want spoiled in the tags, I’ve added a tag that basically says ‘check A/N for spoilers if you have any squicks/nopes’ then I put a note in the Author’s Note part that states what the spoiler is. In Livejournal times, it was easier because you could hide the spoilers and those who wanted to make sure nothing was included that might bother them would just highlight to read. That way, you could warn for unhappy endings or bittersweet or hopeful endings without spoiling it for the readers who don’t care. 

In this case, I’m really sorry you experienced a rude comment! Those are always tough to deal with, especially in a situation like this where it’s sort of gray when it comes to tagging/warning for an unhappy ending. You might consider adding a spoiler note in the author’s note section then tag for a spoiler if you’d like to avoid spoiling the ending. You can also use some keywords like Angst and Bittersweet because those not accompanied by a ‘happy ending’ type tag tell me as a reader that it’s not likely going to be a happy ending without outright tagging unhappy ending.

I’m sorry if my ramble doesn’t help at all but I’ve got my fingers crossed that maybe it will! I hope you don’t take the rude comment to heart and let it bother you, though. Just keep writing & enjoy what you do because that’s what fandom’s supposed to be about! <333

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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