i doubt anyone is on right now so

chromadic  asked:

hi- what is your opinion on GMOs? i have friends in bioengineering who seem to pretty much agree on the consensus that they are all around better than non-GMO strains, except maybe when it comes to soy. basically what I'm wondering is are GMOs: - healthier? - better for the environment? - more agriculturally efficient? sorry this question is so long, thanks a million for answering it! (if you do)

from a scientific aspect: 

the facts are, GMOs are the future and the key to increasing crop production for our increasing population if your goal is to keep up food production for more people. remember, the goal right now in agriculture- the key goal that we’re throwing everything into because big yikes fam- is to produce more food off less. so like, vertical farming? good, saves space. smaller plants with bigger yield? great, saves space, can plant more and get more food. plants that are resistant to drought? to high temps? to low fertilizer? amazing, it means you have hardier plants that you can put in places that regular plants wouldn’t be able to stand.

so are they agriculturally efficient? hell yeah, because remember, it takes about 10 years for a crop in testing- GMO or not- to reach a point in development where it can be submitted for approval by the USDA for the market (something I’ve learned in my current job). imagine doing all breeding without GMOs. you would literally be able to do one cross a year, maybe two if you’re in a warmer area (this is why a lot of soybean breeding has been moved to South America, where they can do twice as much breeding). with GMOs, you can develop and test stuff faster, so by a monetary standpoint it’s awesome. 

lets not forget that GMO crops can withstand more because of the pure amount of precision put into them. like, lets say your corn breaks a lot. you can spend 3-4 years meticulously cross breeding your developing strain with a break-resistant variety to get that trait in, or you can just cut and paste in the gene. and get this: it doesn’t even have to be from the break resistant variety. you can pull it from another plant that might be better at not breaking, and get an even better resulting variety. 

another thing that we can’t forget about is that new GMO tech helps us keep up with pests and diseases. at work, i’ve seen experiments involving root pests; plants infected had root systems destroyed down to a single tap root. imagine that happening to a farmer’s field. like, all of it. that’s the kind of thing we’re up against here; to stop infestations and to solve new challenges quickly by developing technology quickly, while still improving the plant to commercial level. 

when talking to the breeders at work, they told me that the industry as a whole recently upped its goal from creating a crop that would give each farmer a 200 bushel harvest (200 bushels has been the goal for the past 30 years; they’ve recently reached it and exceeded it) to 300 bushels per harvest. they have to do this just by modifying the plants. they have no control over how much the farmer plants and/or how many fields they have.

to give some perspective here, one bushel is 60 pounds of grain. they’re aiming to have each farmer that buys their products be able to reliably harvest and sell 18,000 pounds of grain per year

the moral of the story is that the breeding and agri industries are under a lot of pressure here, and they have to work fast, because the population is rising. 

knock knock

whos there?

dwindling nitrogen supplies in farmland and unsustainable farming practices but im gonna save that for another time

are they healthier? it depends on what you believe. like, what we’ve found so far is that GMOs don’t hurt you. some of them have added vitamins that can help you (lets not forget the famous GMO golden rice, which uses a daffodil gene coupled with a soil bacterium gene to make a rice variety produce a huuuuuge amount of vitamin A. this has been so effective in solving vitamin deficiencies and health problems in 3rd world countries since it was introduced in 2005 that its won awards and been used as a universal case study for the whole “GMO plants” thing) but most are just like. idk. kind of there? they help the health of the plant and help the farmer bring in income, so???? idk???

are they better for the environment? i have no idea. i suppose indirectly, because like. if you have a heartier plant you have to clear less land for agriculture?? (can anyone weigh in here?). But if these got out into the wild, the effects could be DEVASTATING, which is why the USDA and related government organizations (depending on where you live) make it so you have to prove beyond a reasonable doubt that what you’re putting out into production won’t be crazy damaging if it magically gets out somehow.

ethically: i have no idea man. like im still super split on it. my scientist self says “you can literally buy everything to do it and modify plants to produce heat right in your own home right now” but then im like……………..idk man we just dont know. i dont want to hurt my plant friends. if this hurts our plant friends. idk


pt1 | pt2 | (ongoing)

pairing: jimin x reader

genre: fluff, slight angst, eventual smut + expecting parents au

word count: 4,724

request: sperm donor ex-boyfriend jimin 

description: Okay, maybe in hindsight asking your ex-boyfriend, who you never really got over, to be your sperm-donor wasn’t the brightest of ideas.


“I want to have your baby,” is a particular string of words that is only considered acceptable in a certain number of situations.

Maybe between two lovers getting lost in the moment of their heightened feelings, and somehow the words just slip — that’s probably the most common occurrence of the phrase. Or maybe it’s a night out, alcohol in your system, and the words just sort of spill past your lips to the most ridiculously attractive stranger you’ve ever seen before you can even think to stop them. Even that, can still be considered at least borderline passable usage of the phrase. Hell, even the instance of a teenage girl proclaiming her love for her favorite celebrity with the heavy proclamation is still considered normal for the most part.

These, along with a few far-fetched others, were the only situations you could think of that allowed for the usage of those six words to be passable, yet, here you were, uttering that exact phrase, when you were in absolutely none of them. You weren’t getting caught up in the moment with lust-glazed eyes, you weren’t drunk and spewing nonsense at a bar to some guy, and you most certainly weren’t some star struck teenage girl staring up at her celebrity crush’s poster.

No, you were none of those things.

Instead, you were sitting across from your ex-boyfriend telling him that you wanted to have his baby… Yeah, totally passable usage of the phrase, right?

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No Strings (VI)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 4,004

Summary: It started off as such a simple question. How to know if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually answer.

Originally posted by softsugamon

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You know what I’m really looking forward to? Izuku giving his first few autographs.

I reckon the very first person to ask for Izuku’s autograph will be Kouta. The little boy was the first to call Izuku “his hero” and he even wrote him something akin to fan mail (with an apology woven in).

So one day, when they meet again, Kouta offers Izuku a piece of paper and a pen and, bluntly as he is, all but demands, “I want your autograph!”

Izuku almost drops the offered items, eyes going wide. “Huh?! Me?!”

“Yeah!” Kouta shoves the items back into Izuku’s softened grip, grinning up at the young hero. “Heroes give autographs, right? And you’re the only hero I accept!”

Izuku is still in a daze, feeling completely out of it as he hesitates over the piece of paper, pen quivering slightly. It’s not like he has never thought about this possibility – as a child, he even practiced different signs for the day he would need it. But… that had been a childish dream. This here was real. It felt good, and weird, and surreal all at the same time.

He settles for a flourish sign, reading “Deku”. It’s not that good, it looks inexperienced and awkward, but Kouta seems happy enough about it, proudly showing off the autograph to anyone in sight. (“Just look, not touch, though!”)

Lost in thought, Izuku decides to ask the one person who will probably understand how he’s feeling right now, and he goes to look for his mentor.

“You don’t know how to feel about it,” Toshinori tilts his head at him as Izuku has finished his recounting, understanding palpable in the soft smile he gives the boy.

Izuku grimaces while he rubs the back of his head. “It’s just that… I always wanted to be a hero, yes, but before I met you… even after that… I always doubted that I could… become one? So when Kouta asked me for an autograph… I felt as if I had finally done it. And yet I wondered… if this is real?”

A thoughtful hum leaves Toshinori at that, and he leans back, taking in how Izuku fidgets and seems to wait for his answer.

Deciding that he found the best way to go about it, Toshinori digs through the papers strewn out over his desk until he finds a blank sheet of paper and a pen. Offering both to Izuku, he encourages the boy, “You know, that makes me realize – I don’t have your autograph yet.”

Izuku’s mouth falls open at that, gaping at his teacher, his idol, much like a fish would. It takes him a moment to realize that Toshinori is serious about this, and another moment that the man is still holding paper and pen out to him.

This time, when Izuku scribbles a wobbly autograph onto the paper, there are overwhelmed tears running down his cheek and dripping onto the paper next to the ink. Toshinori chuckles at him and ruffle his hair – and this time, Izuku can accept this amazing moment as reality.

(He almost regrets writing the autograph, though, since Toshinori insists to pin the autograph next to his workplace to a wall so that he always has it in his sights. That’s so embarrassing.)

Late Night Call


Request: Can you do one with Shawn being upset while touring? xx

Word Count: 1,375

Late night call

You were brutally pulled away from your – otherwise – rather heavy sleeping when an annoying buzzing sounded from the bedside table. You pushed up your heavy, sleepy body with your elbows, looking around the dark room.

You rubbed your sore eyes quickly, before gazing over at the clock. 4:23 AM.

Who on earth calls at this time of the freaking hour?

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anonymous asked:

I've seen 3 way of interpreting the color cover: Death (obviously with how the chapter ended), Loss of Virginity (her offer to Kaneki when he's ready and /or considering sex as a way to get him to stay, and flowers used in poems and literature as a symbol of a young woman's virginity, lastly (and least likely to me) pregnancy (flowers also meaning new life, the red either meaning loss virginity or childbirth going along with Touka offer of sex resulting in a One Eyed Prince/Princess)

do u think this chapter is a death flag for touka?

do you think the blood splatter on the colour page might be hinting that mutsuki might stab touka with one of her knives or something?

Idk if anyone asked this before, but there’s been death flags already marked on touka from the latest chapter and I just want to know you’re opinion and what you think. Considering how the chapter ended, I’m really worried and concerned for her.

Hi! So according to the colored page of latest chapter. I guess you’ve seen the 3 possibilities of what might happen to Touka. I would like to hear what you think about it. I highly doubt that she would die, Ishida sensei doesn’t kill characters lightly especially if it doesn’t serve the story (which I think is applied on Touka right now). Also her expression in the picture doesn’t imply bad thing happening, but more like she’s happy? I mean even if she were to die I don’t think it will be now..

Or pregnancy.

Dude the stain on toukas stomach kinda looks like a ukaku kagune. What if the color page is implying pregnancy?

rebeccastarlight: The blood splatter on the cover page it also looks like she’s going to die from childbirth

I wasn’t really a believer of the cover page implying that Touka became pregnant, but I recently saw a reddit post about it. [You can probably find it on the front page.] So anyways, it talked about the poem Ishida made a year ago, “Her womb smelled like it was burnt”. Bad sign already, but if you go through the translated lyrics its even worse. It also straightforwardly says the children meant to be born, had died. Do you think that relates to whats happening now? ItAlsoWouldLeadToParallelling 

Wow, this is a really popular question, huh? Well, really it’s two and a half questions: 1) Will Touka die next chapter? 2) Will Touka get pregnant? 2.5) Will it end tragically? But since they’re all related to the cover picture, I’ll answer them all here before saying what I think is going to happen.

Q: Will Touka die next chapter?

A: No way Jose. If I’ve learnt anything from all that I’ve ever read, watched or played, it’s that female deuteragonists are IMMORTAL. Even more so than protagonists on some occasions. Don’t worry about the death flags, because this arc will be a parallel of the original Anteiku Raid arc, and you know who had a ton of death flags back then and who Touka has been paralleling since the start of :re? Old man Yoshimura! Who, despite it all, is still alive (if not kickin’). Touka won’t die - it’s far more likely that she’s going to get captured like her predecessor, probably as bait for Kaneki. 

Q: Will Touka get pregnant, and will it end in tragedy?

A: Unlikely. That would require a 9-month timeskip to pay off, and things are way too hectic in the story right now to allow for something like that. The alternative would be that it’s foreshadowing for the epilogue, but it seems a bit strange to do that so early on and before Kaneki and Touka have even done the deed. It’s also not something that really needs to be foreshadowed because it would be part of the denouement rather than the actual plot. I don’t think it’s ukaku kagune since Ishida always draws blood with artistic flair in his colour art, and the drops over her breasts are unmistakably blood. As for the flowers, those are Kaneki’s signature flower, sweet olives, and they represent him.

Where the stillbirth/death in childbirth theories are concerned, I really doubt Ishida would kill off Touka so needlessly in the story’s epilogue of all places, and killing the baby would be equally pointless as we’ve seen Kuzen and Ukina (moar parallels) manage it. As one of these anons has already said, Ishida always has a point to his tragedy; he wouldn’t just throw either of those things in at the story’s conclusion for the sake of squeezing our tear ducts, especially since it would have nothing to do with the plotline of Tokyo Ghoul and, again, an epilogue is supposed to unwind tension rather than wrack it up.

What I think is going to happen

I think the blood on her stomach is indicative of a wound inflicted by Mutsuki. But it’s not just going to be any wound that’ll regenerate in a week - I think that out of jealousy, Mutsuki is going to damage Touka’s womb beyond repair. Since Ghouls have high-speed regenerative abilities, the only way to ensure that the womb won’t grow back would be to tear it out of her body, or maybe even eat it (we’ve already seen Mutsuki feed from bodies, and it could serve to parallel Ayato eating her kakuhou in the original series). Sexual mutilation would fit Mutsuki’s parallels with Torso and Nutcracker, and Kaneki and Touka talking about sex foreshadows that specific calamity more than a general death - especially since we’ve seen how good Touka is with kids in Ch 120. It also allows the aforementioned poem to fit in -  “The children who were meant to be born, died” - referring to Touka’s ability to reproduce being robbed from her. 

So I think sad times are ahead for Touka, but she will live on. And isn’t Hinami kind of her and Kaneki’s kid already?

she will come for you...(ii)

Mod Gotham’s note: Following up from this story, written in response to 03x03. Jamie flashes back to Selkie Island in 03x08…so, what if Claire and Brianna were there, waiting for him?

Seals. Greeting the new day – or each other – loudly.

Claire shifted a bit in her bedroll, bringing Brianna closer.

That scent…

Her eyes flew open – to see Jamie watching her.

She gasped.

Carefully, reverently he reached across Brianna’s sleeping form to cradle his wife’s cheek.

“I’m here…you’re here…”

Voice full of so much wonder.

“I could watch you for hours, Sassenach…watch Brianna…”

She lay her hand atop his, twining their fingers together.

“We can have our forever now, Jamie.”

His chin trembled, eyes shining with so many tears.

“This…this is a day I never thought would come,” he whispered. “Waking beside ye…holding our bairn…”

He swallowed – and his face contorted in shock.

“What is it, love?” Her voice was strong, calm. Centering.

Gasping for breath, he shook his head. “Outside?”

She chose a small section of wall on the side of the castle that faced the ocean. Her heart had leapt watching Jamie tenderly kiss the top of Bree’s curls, then constricted as he threw one of her shawls over his head – hiding his hair.

In the light of this new dawn, the sun shining on his face illuminated new wrinkles and lines around his mouth and eyes. Testament to how hard his life had been since their parting.

Christ – did he see the same lines and gray hairs now, his eyes searching her face?

“They’ll be looking for me.” One big hand clutched the shawl tight to his head amid the whipping wind, his other hand lost securely between both of hers. “The prison guards. The prison governor. He asked me to translate for Kerr…and I escaped yesterday when we were out cutting peats, on the moor.”

Claire massaged his hand – the one she had mended, after his ordeal at another prison, so many years ago – between hers. “Do you think they’ll send a search party out here? The boat isn’t coming for us until tonight, after dark.”

He pursed his lips, eyes darting back and forth. “I doubt they’d send anyone out here – but they’ll be watching the island today. Wi’ spyglasses and such. We canna go outside.”

“That’ll be all right – we need time, you and me. And Brianna, too.”

Jamie shrugged – that odd half-uncomfortable motion she had seen so many times, and now rejoiced at seeing yet again.

“Such a great father I am to her, and husband to you – I immediately put the both of ye in danger.”

“Stop that. Stop it right now,” she hissed. “I - *we* - both knew what to expect when we came back. We are prepared for anything. *She* is so strong, Jamie – so determined. Just like you.”

His lips cracked the tiniest of smiles. “Puir lass. She must be a right handful.”

She raised his hand to her lips, kissing each of his fingers in turn. “She is. But she’s a Fraser. I *do* have some firsthand experience, after all.”

He squeezed her hand – basking in the feel of her, the sight of her.

“It’s been so long since…” he swallowed. “Since I’ve felt a loving touch, Claire.”

She moved their joined hands to her hip, easing closer to him on the stone wall.

“I can touch you now.” Her eyes shone with promise.

His wame dropped…

“Claire,” he rasped. “I – weel. I must tell ye something.”

She straightened up a bit, preparing. So brave.

He licked suddenly dry lips. “I – I lay with another woman. Just for one night – the night before I arranged to turn myself over to the English. Two years ago now. And no – I’ll tell ye all about the rest of it, at the proper time.”

She closed her mouth, calming her breathing.

“Did you love her?” She hated how small – petty – her voice was. Of course he had had a life…

“No,” he breathed. “Look at me, Claire. Please.”

She hadn’t even realized her eyes had strayed away from him – shielding herself, perhaps. But now she returned her gaze to his – locking with the blue eyes she had seen every day in their daughter.

“She meant to comfort me. It was a kindness. I – I had been alone for so long, and I kent I’d be arrested the next day.” He swallowed, throat suddenly thick. “She helped me to forget that.”

Now Claire shifted so that they were side by side – her thighs pressing against his – on the lichen-spattered wall.

“I shared Frank’s bed, for a time after Bree was born,” she confessed. “I – we – tried to go back to the way it had been. But we couldn’t…or wouldn’t find our way back to each other. He was a fantastic father to her, Jamie – don’t doubt that. But he hadn’t truly been my husband since she was about a year old.”

He leaned his forehead – cold, clammy – against hers. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, voice low.

“I’m not,” she breathed, wrapping her arms around him. “It’s done. Your time with that other woman – that’s done. It’s over. We are here.”

“Thanks be to God,” he whispered, drawing her into a long, long kiss.

“Do you want to take everything in the box, Mama?”

Claire looked up from the corner of the large room, where she was folding away the blankets and cloaks they had slept on the night before. “I don’t see why not – gold coins are as good as gems, and much easier to convert.”

Jamie padded over to his daughter, crouching beside her. “May I see what’s in the box?”

She beamed up at him, opening the lid wider. “Look – gold coins, and jewels, and chains. Even some pearls, just like Mama’s necklace.”

His heart skipped. “Ye mean – the long string of pearls?”

Brianna nodded. “Yeah – she wore it all the time in Boston. It was one of the things she brought with us.” She paused. “Wait a minute – I remember now. When we were at Lallybroch, and she wore them, Auntie Jenny said something and then Mama said *you* had given them to her!”

“Aye – as a wedding present. They were yer grannie Ellen’s.”

“That’s my middle name – Ellen,” she smiled, proud.

Jamie let out a small strangled sound, then pulled Brianna tightly against him. Awkwardly she patted his back.

“Are – are you OK?”

He pulled back, frowning. “OK?”

She smiled, shaking her head – the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. “I’m sorry – I forget. It means ‘all right.’ Though I don’t know why we use those letters. It’s an American thing.”

“Thank ye for explaining it to me – I’ll try to keep up wi’ ye.”

“Silly – we understand each other just fine.”

Softly he traced one hand down her temple, cheek, and chin.

“My wee miracle. Of course we do.”

“How much longer, Mama?”

Claire drew her shawl tighter around her shoulders. Jamie turned his back to face the stinging wind, tugging Brianna to stand in front of him, shielding her with his body.

“Hopefully not much longer, love – it’s long past sunset, and the moon is up. At least the water is calm.”

*A Dhia* - just the thought of being on a boat, even for a short journey, curdled Jamie’s wame. But for Claire – and especially for Brianna – and most importantly, for their life together – he’d do it. Would do anything.

Had done everything.

“Any man wi’ half a brain will no’ come wi’ a lantern, that’s too risky.” He paused. “Who did ye say the man was, again?”

“He’s someone who says he knew you from before the Rising,” Brianna piped up. “Mama knew him too.”

“Weel, I kent a lot of men before the Rising,” he murmured. “So – ”


Jamie turned – pushing Brianna behind him – and sure enough, there it was. A lonely rowboat, a man’s heaving back facing them as he pulled and pulled and pulled at the oars.

Claire turned to gather their things – just rolls of blankets, and two leather satchels, one of her, one for Brianna. Jamie had had nothing, of course – and he and Claire had secreted the coins and jewels in their pockets for safekeeping.

Jamie walked to the edge of the rocky shore to help the man maneuver the boat for a safe landing –

“Weel – it’s good to see ye, Jamie!”

Even in the dark, he’d recognize that voice anywhere.

“Rupert? What the devil? Ye’re alive!”

“Hi Rupert!” Brianna beamed, materializing at his side.

“Good e’en to ye, wee lass. Are ye ready for another boat trip?”

“I am!” she exclaimed, and turned to Jamie. “Da?”

If his heart had stopped at hearing Rupert MacKenzie’s voice for the first time in ten years – then Brianna’s voice calling him Da for the first time sped it up beyond measure.

He bent, carefully lifted his daughter – and then wife – into the boat, and then climbed in beside his friend, kinsman, rescuer.

“Ye owe me an explanation, man! How are ye not deid?” He took the other set of oars, helping Rupert steer the boat toward the shore.

“Now *that* is a story – but dinna fash, we’ve plenty of time now.”

Jamie looked across the boat at his wife and daughter – cuddled close against the cold. Tired, yet smiling.

“Aye,” he whispered. “That we do.”

lucifer sentence starters
episode 1 – 3

  • i like to punish people too.
  • are you trying to bribe me?
  • it’s only money
  • .you break the law sometimes, don’t you?
  • it feels good to get away with something, doesn’t it?
  • go on, take it. buy yourself something pretty.
  • you little devil.
  • shouldn’t you be spending your valuable time doing something more significant?
  • don’t know. don’t care. not my problem.
  • he will not be merciful for much longer.
  • you’re famous, aren’t you?
  • did i sell my soul to the devil?
  • with all the good came a hell of a lot of bad.
  • so the devil made you do it, did he?
  • i suggested you work with him, not sleep with him.
  • oh god, i’m a mess.
  • what happens now – that’s up to you.
  • what did you do?!
  • why did you end her life?!
  • there’s gonna be a lot of attention on this one.
  • do you know the shooter?
  • like to play cop, do you?
  • i just like to play in general.
  • now, don’t you think that’s interesting?
  • immortality. of course. you spell that with one or two M’s? i always forget.
  • what will your corrupt little organisation do about this?
  • will you find the person responsible? will they be punished?
  • you’ve got some balls on you, pal.
  • i could swear i’ve seen you naked. have we had sex?
  • someone out there needs to be punished!
  • what is this, a wedding or a kidnapping?
  • it’s hard to be rejected, isn’t it?
  • i’d kill someone if they denied me. not that that’s possible.
  • did you want her dead?
  • i am not playing that mind game with you.
  • i really don’t want to have sex with him tonight.
  • i have narcotics for him.
  • can someone please turn down this god-awful music!
  • without the blues, there’d be no devil’s music whatsoever.
  • you’re being clear alright. if you’re looking to get yourself killed.
  • i didn’t kill her!
  • people sometimes kill people with whom they’re in love. the heart’s mysterious.
  • girl made me crazy!
  • welcome to the party!
  • i have far too many bullets in this thing for you to still be talking.
  • what do you desire more than anything else in this life?
  • you’re not like – a jedi or something, are you?
  • i know something you don’t know.
  • well, they’re threatened. you’re clearly smart and have notable instincts.
  • i don’t think you’re allowed to smoke in here.
  • that’s a hooker’s name.
  • i don’t know whether to laugh or to shoot you.
  • are you at all aware of how dickish you sound?
  • i wouldn’t recommend it. i’m like walking heroin.
  • i tend to appeal to the dark, mischievous hearts in all of you.
  • you seem oddly immune to my charms.
  • truth be told, i find you repulsive.
  • did you roofie her?
  • my word is my bond.
  • what’s your deepest, darkest desire?
  • you wouldn’t want any nasty secrets screwing that up for you though, would you?
  • god, you are a terrible liar.
  • despite your proclaimed revulsion, you can’t deny that there’s a connection between us.
  • i made her, and she ruined me.
  • i’m gonna punish you.
  • back off, you freak!
  • he needs to pay! he needs to suffer! he needs to feel the pain, not escape it!
  • i don’t want to die.
  • why aren’t you more dead?
  • you’re having a very hard time with the immortal thing, aren’t you?
  • i’m pretty sure i’d be dead if you hadn’t helped me, so thank you.
  • you know, you’re far too interesting to let die.
  • i think this could be the start of a beautiful friendship.
  • i’d stay for the family reunion, but it’s giving me terrible IBS.
  • you scared i’m turning my back on the dark side?
  • you wouldn’t want to start a war.
  • i look forward to eating your heart one day.
  • have you seen the face of the devil?
  • i’m willing to work within your metaphor.
  • i’d kick a puppy if one waltzed by. i’m joking. puppies don’t waltz.
  • i’m gonna figure out your secret.
  • i guess we both have our mysteries.
  • i’ll show you mine if you show me yours.
  • if i don’t affect you, i’m curious as to what does.
  • if you desire something, just take it.
  • you’re not gonna get away with this. i’m gonna make sure of it.
  • what are you hiding?
  • are you really gonna try and prove his innocence?
  • sorry, do you want a hit?
  • it’s ‘puff, puff, pass’, not 'puff, puff, stomp angrily.’
  • you brought pot to a crime scene?
  • i’m sure there’s some stragglers we could get into trouble with, huh?
  • it’s called a devil’s threesome for a reason.
  • if you’ve come to lecture me, can you just save it for later? i’m annoyingly sober right now.
  • you must have done something salacious in your youth.
  • i’m not gonna tell you anything.
  • i don’t want to know about the case, so you can keep your dirty little secrets.
  • i’ve seen the hatred in her eyes when she looks at you.
  • i just did everything i could to keep others from making the same mistakes i did.
  • who are you protecting?
  • i was hoping for sexy, salacious details, and i instead i got taken on a trip down depression lane.
  • don’t you dare disrespect me.
  • you will not speak to me this way!
  • am i interrupting some creepy foreplay you two have?
  • we all know what the road to hell is paved with, don’t we?
  • they don’t give out pulitzers for nip-slips.
  • if it’s any consolation, you look really good in it.
  • you don’t decide who gets punished and how.
  • let’s go deliver some punishment.
  • you’re a necessary evil.
  • i’ll kill you, you crazy bitch!
  • you both get a gun. let’s see who shoots first.
  • what’s to stop us from shooting you?
  • you’re interrupting my punishment.
  • you’re lucky i figured out your insane, ironic punishment before anyone got killed.
  • you tried to do some good. to help someone. don’t throw it all away.
  • i thought i’d use you to remedy a situation that i’ve mishandled and annoy you in the process.
  • you know exactly what i’m asking you.
  • didn’t mean to hurt you.
  • i hope the guy who hurt you got in lots of trouble.
  • i’m so very used to being in control of everything.
  • i doubt he’ll be able to string two words together right now, much less have a conversation.
  • what happened to you?
  • i can’t get away from him!
  • what’s the worst that can happen?
  • you could learn a thing or two from this guy.
  • you are in desperate need of my help.
  • i mean – you are like a four-leaf clover and a unicorn made a baby.
  • i’ve met your type before. so desperate to control their lives that they forget to enjoy it.
  • this is the fantasy life of a postmenopausal housewife.
  • i want to get laid so damn bad.
  • i very much beg your pardon?
  • i’m freaking out, okay?
  • i need that favour.
  • thanks for being super-cryptic in a really unhelpful way.
  • we’ve got a murder on our hands.
  • you forget that my expertise is finding the right people to punish.
  • so there’s a bona fide killer on the loose that needs to be punished.
  • haven’t i proven myself extremely useful at detectiving?
  • i don’t want to be stuck out here with these miscreants.
  • you call watching porn on your phone useful?
  • i wish i’d never met you.
  • the person responsible is still out there.
  • i just want to make sure that you’re punishing the right person.
  • this place is built on lies where nothing is authentic or genuine.
  • i’m gonna tear him limb from limb.
  • your anger toward this minor inconvenience feels a little disproportionate.
  • we need to ask you a few questions.
  • i don’t think the plan was to kill you.
  • i think they wanted to scare you.
  • you’re like two pathetic peas in a pod.
  • someone must’ve hired her for this.
  • if your problem’s that stick up your ass, i’m afraid there’s no one strong enough to pull that out.
  • am i up for encouraging someone to commit a nefarious act? put me in, coach.
  • your professional reputation has taken a bit of a dive. as has your sexual one, i’m afraid.
  • just sit tight and we’ll all get what we want.
  • you know who you’re messing with?
  • you’ve certainly been a busy bee, haven’t you?
  • it seems you’re a bit of a two-pump chump.
  • please don’t hurt me – please.
  • i’m not gonna hurt you. i’m going to destroy you.
  • see, that’s why i don’t lie. it’s so hard to keep track of who knows what.
  • i still don’t understand.
  • if he left me, i would be ruined.
  • she didn’t want to go through with it.
  • i’m finally focusing my anger where it belongs.
  • but you know what? you, uh – you stayed good to your word.
  • you are crazy. but you’re my crazy, you hear me?
  • are you too egotistical to acknowledge my help?
  • i think that’s why you’re here. to reinvent yourself.
  • i told you, i’m good at punishing people – nay, i’m the best at punishing people.

Keyleth *boyfriend dies and then comes back with a ticking clock meaning she’s going to lose him again forever apparently this time and soon*

Keyleth *has to alter her entire belief system in like 2 days to save the world*

Keyleth *meets the future version of herself that she fears the most, like it’s literally the nightmare she had with the earth ashari and it’s why she pushed Vax away for so long*

Keyleth *just thought she’d have to kill a kindish old gnome*

Keyleth *finds out Vex and Percy got married without telling anyone (vex having made vax promise not to do that exact thing even tho i doubt keyleth knows that) literally minutes after having to face all her fear and grief in literally less than an hour*

…..i don’t think anyone can be expected to have the greatest grasp of their emotions at this time ok thanks

The Summer Fling (Chapter 3) - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Main Street, East Hampton”

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader/OFC

Author’s Note: You guys thought I was joking about writing something about me hating that Dylan smokes… never think that I am kidding (except, always assume that I am kidding…). This will be a short series. I’m imposing a limit on myself. Whatever. Don’t read it. It’s dumb. This will likely be the only Dylan shit I ever write. Okay byeeee.

Additional Note: BIG UPS TO MY MAIN CHILD/WOMAN/HUMAN, @maddie110201 for keeping my pronouns in check. i love you, boo. 

Summary: Y/n is a spaz, and Dylan takes care of her, because, you know, he can probably relate. See gif below.

Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four

Originally posted by bilinskiobrien

You sat in front of your favorite breakfast café on a particularly quiet Wednesday morning on Main Street in East Hampton. The wrist loop for Trixie’s leash sat under the ball of your foot, as you balanced your chair on its back two legs, with only the foot that was covering the leash keeping you upright. You scrolled through your phone, done with the breakfast sandwich in front of you, until you noticed Trixie stand up from under the table.

“What’s up, Trickle?” You asked, noticing the gray dog’s ears perk up. “Trixie..?” You looked up at the sidewalk around you to see if there was another dog that had caught Trixie’s attention. “….Trixie…..?”

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EXO - Reaction

Anon: Hey! Can I request EXO’s reaction to finding out their S/O is unexpectedly pregnant but scared to tell them cause S/O is afraid that they’ll choose their career over a child? Thank you!

Of course you can! lol Its kind of nice to have a reaction in our ask box than the nsfw requests! (which we have like 2 left of and I’m working on rn) Also this kinda turned into a scenario/reaction lol sorry -Admin Sierra


He would find the test in the guest bathroom of your shared apartment while cleaning. He would wonder if it was yours or someone else. Once he realized that the only people who had been at your guys place where the guys he would kinda get frantic. He would wrap it in toilet paper and put it in his pocket.

As he cleaned he would silently ask questions on why you didn’t tell him. If you where scared to tell him. Why you would be scared, he loved kids. He was wiping the mirror when he stopped. He realized he had been working a lot lately. Maybe you where scared because you thought he would choose his job over a family. Which made him sad. He was scared to bring it up though since you hadn’t said anything about it. He waited til that night, he asked you about starting a family which made your fear fade away. He did end up telling you he found the test in the bathroom though.

Wait… you knew?” You would ask sitting up staring at him.

Yeah, I thought it was someone else at first, but did the math and guys can’t get pregnant so….” He trailed off looking at you.

You nodded. He grabbed your arms and pulled you into his chest.

Don’t worry love, I want this, I want a baby with you. I love you so much. We are gonna be great parents.” He said stroking your hair til you fell asleep.

Originally posted by captivatesme


He came home early from practice wanting to surprise you with your favorite snacks and a movie. He had spent 90% of his time at work and the other 10% sleeping. He would actually overhear the conversation from you and your doctor outside the bedroom door confirming you where indeed pregnant. He was shocked, Whenever you to had sex you where always safe, to prevent this. Not that he wouldn’t be happy and ready, Its his work and the fans, how they would react and treat you is what worried him. He hear you say your goodbyes and bolted to the living room when you walked out.

Oh! you’re home? So early.” you said kind of nervous of how much he may have heard.

Yeah, I got out early… I picked up some of your favorite snacks and a movie, I figured since I haven’t been home often I wanted to spend some time with you.” he admitted. You simply nodded and kinda rocked back and forth on your heals.

Are you okay baby?” He asked setting the bag on the coffee table.

Yeah, yeah I’m fine.Just a bit tired is all.” You lied. He just nodded and sat on the couch opening his arms to you so you could cuddle to him. He knew what you where thinking so he waited til you where ready to tell him.

Originally posted by xiuminscheeks


Being the leader of EXO meant he was hardly home, worse than the other members. He was surprised when he came home that you where still there waiting for him. He was so scared to lose you to his job that when he found the pregnancy tests in the trash can, hidden underneath papers in your shared bedroom, he would start crying. He knew why you had hid them. Or at least had a strong hunch. He would rush to the kitchen and make your favorite meal. You walked out of the guest bathroom to the smell of him cooking and your stomach churned. You walked into the kitchen and faked a smile as you hugged him from behind. He quickly turned around and wrapped his arms tightly around you and started to cry again.

Junmyeon…” you where caught off guard at his cries and you tried to pull away to look at his face but he only held you closer.

I love you so much.” He cried into your hair.

I love you too.” You said holding him in your arms.

He finished cooking and you ended up telling him over dinner, and he explained that he knew and he didn’t want to lose you or his baby to his job. He promised he would make sure he went to every doctors appointment and to be home as much as possible.

Originally posted by daenso


Kyungsoo would find out from your best friend. They would tell him because they know your fear of him choosing his job over a family isn’t true. No matter how many times they tried to convince you, you still didn’t want to tell him you where pregnant. He would be mad at first because he was hearing such amazing news from your friend and not you. He would calm down once your friend explained why they where telling him instead of you. He was terrified to lose you two, so, he would drive home immediately ignoring the other members and his manager in the process.He was determined to show you how much you meant to him and how much he wanted this. When he got home he rushed into the house searching for you.

(Y/N)?” He called through the house but got no response.

He ran up the stairs to your shared bedroom to find you sleeping in your guys bed. You face was puffy from crying. He crouched down, leveling his face with your sleeping one. H reached out and stroked your cheek causing you to flinch at the sudden contact. You woke up and stared at him for a second, then realized that he shouldn’t be home yet.

What are you doing home Soo?” you quietly questioned. Sitting up slowly and rubbing your eyes.

He just took off his jacket and shoes and climbed in bed with you. He pulled your body to his and ran a hand over your stomach. You froze.

You know don’t you?” you asked not looking at him. Cursing out your friend in your head.

Yes, I do. (Y/N), why would you think I would ever choose my job over you. Our baby, a family?” he asked, using his index finger to turn your face to him. You shrugged looking at his nose instead of his eyes.

I would never in a million years do that. You know me of all people, I would never do something so ridiculous, I want to be a farmer for heavens sake.” He said, causing you to laugh a little. He smiled and held you in his arms the rest of the day.

Originally posted by dokyunggie


He would be in China when he found out from Baekhyun. Baekhyun would congratulate him and you on the pregnancy and it would confuse the hell outta Yixing. Poor Baekhyun wouldn’t know what to. He would apologize and quickly hang up the phone call. Yixing would call you immediately and question what Baekhyun had said.

(Y/N)?” he said when you answered the video call. He looked worried and that worried you.

Yixing? Whats wrong?” you asked squishing your eyebrows together.

Is it true?” he asked.

Babe, you’re going to have to be more specific than that, Is what true?” you chuckled softly. Cocking your head to the side in confusion.

Are you…” he trailed off taking a deep breath. “…Pregnant?

You swallowed hard, Color draining from your face. You stared at him through the screen.

Ho-” you started but he cut you off.

Baek told me, he said he found the test on the bathroom counter he thought you already told me. You didn’t. Why?” he looked mad. He wasn’t he was just confused why you wouldn’t share such amazing news with him, the father. You sighed and explained why, Slowly and nearly so quiet he almost couldn’t hear you.

Baby…” He sighed. “I would never choose my career over having a family with you. You’re my everything! You keep me going when I want to throw it all away. I want to make a name for myself so we can be stable and raise a family. I’m doing this for us, but if it came down to choosing I would choose you over everything. I love you so much, Please don’t ever doubt that or me.

You had started crying but you nodded. “I love you, I love you so much Yixing, I was just scared because of the type of career you have.” you explained a little further.

Don’t be love, listen I have to go now, but I will be coming home in 2 days, I’m cutting my time here short to spend it with you. I don’t care what anyone says. You need me there with you right now. Ill be home soon okay? I love you baby.” He said and you smiled and nodded. You two hung up and he was home the very next day.

Originally posted by chanyeolaconda


He would be terrified when he overheard you talking to your mom on the phone.

I’m scared, What if he doesn’t want this mom?

He stopped in his tracks. Want what? he wondered.

What if he gets angry and leaves me alone? He has a very important career, I am just a person.

What? Why would I get mad? he furrowed his eyebrows in concentration listening further.

I cant tell him…

I don’t know what I’m gonna do that’s why I called you, for help, some advice maybe…

He shifted his weight to his other foot and leaned in further.

Okay, I’ll see what I can do maybe he wont care if I come see you for a few days while I try to figure it out.

I can fly, I’m not that far along, the baby will be fine mom.

BABY?! WHAT?! His eyes bulged out of his head and he nearly dropped his phone.

Okay I’ll text you later, mhm, Love you too.

He took off towards the living room, tripping on the rug in the process. He tried to regain himself before you came out. He was thinking about what he had heard when you walked out. He propped an elbow on the counter top and pulled out his phone as you walked in.

Oh. You’re home?” you where shocked to see him. You shuffled to him. He kissed you and nodded. He didn’t trust himself to speak yet.

My mom called and wants me to come stay with her for a few days.She said she misses me.” You said very fast looking everywhere but his face.

Okay, well Maybe we should make it a mini vacation, I have a few days off.” He said not waiting for you to answer when he called the local airline to purchase two tickets to your home town. He wanted you to tell him, but he didn’t want you to be scared to so he figured being home with family would make you a little more comfortable.

Originally posted by baekhyuntella


He would go quiet when Kyungsoo told him that you where pregnant. He would sit there and just stare at his hands.

Why didn’t she tell me?” he asked Kyungsoo.

Because shes scared Chen, You have been taking more interviews and you even just came out with a song, do you realize how much promotion is going to take up your time?” Kyungsoo said.

Chen just covered his face with his hands and yelled into them. Causing Kyungsoo to jump a little. Kyungsoo put a hand on his shoulder.

Go home, Ill cover for you, Make her dinner tell her you are gonna be home a lot now since our promotions for the comeback is over. Make her see that being scared to lose you to this job is ludicrous.” Kyungsoo stood grabbing Chen’s arm and pulling him to the door.

Okay, Um thank you Soo.. For telling me.” Chen thanked him and gave him a quick hug and left. When he got home you where washing the dishes from lunch. You where surprised to see him so early in the day.

Oh?” You looked up and saw him enter the kitchen. “You’re home! How was work?” you asked drying your hands off. He didn’t answer, he took long strides to you and pressed his lips to yours. You where caught by surprise but kissed back.

What was that for?” you asked a little out of breath when he pulled away.

I missed you so much, I’m sorry I haven’t been home enough, but that’s changing today. Promotions are done and I’m not going to do any for my new song.” he stated taking your hands in his.

What? No promotion for it? Chen are you feeling okay?“ you asked as you touched his for head. He nodded. He was attached to your hip just about all day until dinner when he forced you to stay out of the kitchen so he could surprise you with your favorite meal and dessert.

Originally posted by achenlove


He would actually be very pissed off. Not at you but at himself for making you feel this way. He spent most of his time at the studio or when he was home he was in his office working on new songs. When he did finally go to bed you where already asleep. Countless times he would notice you had been crying. He found out you where pregnant from the fans. They where mad at him for the same reason you where scared to tell him. One fan saw you at the doctors office, and overheard the news by accident. They took to Instagram spamming him with messages in his DMs. It was never posted, thank god.

What do you mean you know (Y/N) is pregnant, shes not pregnant. Please don’t spread rumors that arent true.” He responded to the fan as politely as possible.

She is, I heard it, I was there. I didn’t mean to hear personal information but she was crying in the room after. What did you do? Why did she not tell you?” The fan asked getting annoyed at him. He read it 5 or 6 times before it hit him. His job. That’s why. He decided seeing as the fan didn’t post about it anywhere to confide in her.

My job… That’s what I did, I think shes scared to tell me.” He said.

Maybe you should spend more time with her, I understand your job is important but she’s your girlfriend, and shes pregnant, Imagine how she must feel right now! Chanyeol, Go to her. Don’t tell her you know make her feel loved and she will tell you herself.” She replied.

Chanyeol nodded firmly and took you out to dinner at your favorite place and went to the arcade and won as many plushies as he could. He made sure you felt every ounce of love he had for you that night, and forever.

Originally posted by baekhyunsama


He was on your computer doing some work, You allowed him to use his when his would act up so it wasn’t something new. He was typing away when he heard adding sound meaning you had a new email. Without thinking about it he opened it. Thinking it was just spam until you saw it was the doctors office he read it quickly thinking you needed to just make another appointment soon but it wasn’t the case.

Dear Ms. (y/l/n), The test results came back successfully, Congratulations! You’re expecting a beautiful addition to the family. Please contact us to schedule a follow up appointment. -(D/n)” He read the email at least 7 times over.

You almost done babe? I need to check my emails.” You snapped him out of his trance.

Uh yeah hold on.” He said quickly closing the web browser and adding a few last words to his own email to his manager. He closed the laptop and handed it over. Not really looking at you.

Thanks babe, Ill be in our room.“ You said kissing his head and walking away. He nodded slowly looking at his desk. He waited for you to come in and tell him what he already knew but you didn’t. In fact you said you had a few errands to run and that you would bring back something for dinner. He was worried so he followed you. You met up with Minseok at a coffee shop. Sehun sat far away but close enough to hear. You told Minseok you where pregnant and when he tried to congratulate you you stopped him and told him you where scared to tell him because he might choose his career over a family. Sehun was shocked. He choked on his water and quickly ran out of the shop. He made it home before you and waited for you to come cuddle him on the couch when you walked in,

Shoot, I forgot to grab dinner.” You said slapping a hand to your forehead.

Don’t worry I ordered food for us, You always forget.” He chuckled patting the seat next to him on the couch.

Thanks Sehun. I’m sorry I forgot… again.” You laughed grabbing a pair of chopsticks and grabbing a bite of the noodles. He watched you eat silently. The thought of you being scared of him leaving you behind, his family behind mad him sad. He held your hand causing you to look up at him.

You know I love you right? You can tell me anything.” Sehun said out of the blue.

You swallowed your food. “I love you too Sehun..” You slowly said back realizing he knew something. You told him right after that.

Originally posted by sehunicorne

(I do not own any of these beautiful gifs)

“I’m sorry I used you.” [Drabble pt.1]

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst

Drabble pt.1

Word count: 1,166. 

[Drabble pt.1] [Drabble pt.2 Finished]

But a simple ‘I’m sorry’ wasn’t good enough. It was never good enough and it will never ever be good enough. How was sorry ever going to cut it? I’ve done nothing but caused him pain. Not physically, but emotionally. Sometimes emotional pain hurts more than taking a few punches. Sometimes it’s the aftermath of being punched, why you were punched that hurts more.

I used him. I used him to get to his best friend. I secretly dated Taehyung so that I would have more chances to see Jimin. Jimin had no idea, he had no part in any of this. Behind Taehyung’s back I would flirt with him, I’d do anything to catch his attention. I thought I loved Jimin, I thought he was everything I ever wanted. But it turns out. That person was Taehyung. But I took advantage of him and his kindness. He never doubted me, when he really should have. Even with the way I acted, how I told him that he couldn’t tell anyone about our relationship, he never once disagreed. He went along with whatever I wanted. But here I was right now, standing outside his front door. Wanting to beg for him back.

I knocked on his front door, knowing he was the only one home tonight whilst the boys were out having fun. Jimin told me. I don’t deserve either of them. So why am I even here? The door open and there he stood, in front of me looking as handsome as always, though his hair was messy - and his eyes were red.

“What are you doing here?” He croaked out, which caused my heart to ache.

“Can I come in?” I asked, shamelessly.

“Why would you need to? Jimin’s not here right now, which you should know because you’re his girlfriend.” I could hear the bitterness in his voice, but how could I blame him? After all, I did use him as a bridge to cross over to get to his best friend. I still wonder, why didn’t he expose me?

“I miss you.”

“You can’t say shit like that Y/N we’re not together anymore, I guess we never were in your eyes.”

“But I need you Taehyung and I’m sorry I used you.”

“Do you think you can just walk back into my life as easy as you left it? Do you think you can just waltz in here and pretend that nothing ever happened? That you didn’t use me to get to the person you really loved? The person being my best friend? If you’re thinking the answer’s yes then you’re in for a hell of a surprise.” His words were sharp, they left his tongue as if he had thought this all out before saying them.

“But you said you’d always love me right? Don’t you mean that?”

“I was stupid to even send that message. A complete fool. You’re not worth it, but yes I loved you and quite frankly I still do. I can’t stop loving you, I don’t know how to stop loving you. No matter how hard I try to forget you I can’t because you’re always here. you’re always rubbing in my face your relationship wth Jimin. It fucking hurts Y/N, can’t you see you’ve broken me? Is this what makes you happy? Does it make you feel good to see someone who was head over heels for you, break down? You never even loved me did you?” His eyes were watery, but the I figured - so were mine. I swallowed back the tears, hearing him say that I wasn’t worth it hurt a lot. But he’s not wrong. Because I wasn’t worth it and what hurts the most is the fact that I tore him into shreds without even thinking about the pain he’d go through.

“But I do Taehyung, I do love you. After all the time we spent together, you’re the one I fell in love with and I’m sorry for not realising it sooner.”

“It’s too late for that, you’re Jimin’s girl now.”

“Please don’t say it’s too late, we can fix this. I can fix this, just give me one more chance.”

“You’re being fucking ridiculous right now, you’ve been with Jimin for only a week how could you? Or is it because he doesn’t want you? So that’s the reason why you’re here? Because I’m a back up plan? I loved you Y/N for the months that we were together not once did I doubt my love for you, and I sure as heck ever doubted your love for me. But you betrayed me, was lying to me fun? Was telling me that you love me that easy for you when you didn’t mean it? I have feelings too Y/N.”

“No I left him because I realised that it’s you I love, not Jimin, I don’t love him at all. Whenever I spent time with him, I could only think of you. You’re the one for me Taehyung I swear, if you’d let me have another chance I swear that I’ll make it right, you won’t ever have to doubt my love for you, like you never did! I never doubted your love for me either!” I tried to grab ahold of his hand but he flung his arm away. But do I blame him? No. But did it hurt? Yes, a lot.

“Do you even know what you’re saying right now Y/N? How could you? You’re trash to me, and I’m telling Jimin this. You don’t deserve him, you don’t deserve either of us and of course you wouldn’t doubt my love for you Y/N, because you couldn’t. Because my love for you was real. I can’t even believe you have the damn balls to be standing here right now saying this to my face whilst you’re still dating Jimin. You’re disgusting. Get the fuck off my porch. I never want to see you again.” He slammed the front door and I saw him walk away through the glass. I saw how he used his sleeve to wipe away his tears.

If I had just held on, if I had not used him, if I had a real heart. Non of this would have happened. He’s right. I don’t deserve Jimin, and I don’t deserve him either. So I’m walking away, away from them both. Because they deserve so much better than a shitty person like me.

I knew that Jimin wasn’t going to answer his phone, so I left him a voicemail.

“Hey Jimin, it’s me Y/N. Let’s break up, you’re too good for me and I don’t deserve you. I’m sorry I don’t have the balls to tell you why, and for that I’m a coward. But I’m sure if you asked Taehyung, he’d be more than happy tell you. I’m sorry, but I don’t love you. I’ve always been in love with someone else. I love T-”

The sound through the phone signalled that my time was up.

That our time was up.

This was random, I don’t know why I wrote it… and I don’t think it’s angsty enough .-. what doooo

Private Lessons

Part of the Mixology collaboration.

Wonderful moodboard by the beautiful @baebae-goodnight

Lee Jooheon bartender!au. 

Word Count: 3.4k.

Warnings: Smut.

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- Yang always cared more for Ruby than anyone else.
- Yang turns right towards Mistral.
- Says a playful line that is definitely about Ruby, not Raven.
- Drives straight forward.

How is there any doubt whom Yang chose? As much as I would like a Yang/Raven encounter, it wouldn’t make sense for Yang (a.k.a. best big sister ever) to go anywhere but to Ruby. Not to mention, her new song is literally about letting go of the past, so no Raven. (And for people who will bring up Blake, Yang doesn’t even now where Blake is. She left without saying anything when Yang was unconscious). Now if she meets Raven on her way there that is a different story.

John and Mary’s A+ parenting

If season 12 has shown us anything, it’s how very similar John and Mary actually are. Here are some of the most obvious instances:

1. Not taking it for valid/not being happy about their son’s rightful anger and/or hurt and trying to forbid it:

“You’re right. Although I’m not too crazy about this new tone of yours, you’re right.” - John to Dean (1x21), after Dean calls him out on the fact that they were never able to reach him when they needed him. Because it’s completely unreasonable for Dean to feel angry and deeply hurt that John didn’t bother picking up the phone when Dean was dying.

“Do not give me the face.” - Mary to Dean (12x13), when he rightfully looks at her in utter disappointment and betrayal after her confession. Dean didn’t even say anything yet, but apparently he’s not even allowed to look at her in a certain way to express his feelings.

2. Looking pleased and proud when their son is catering to their every need, while he puts himself and his own choices/wishes last:

John’s speech to Dean in the hospital (2x01) and his elated smile while he talks about how proud he is of Dean for taking care of Sammy and their whole family his entire life, sacrificing his own childhood in the process. And then basically telling him to continue to do so.

Mary looking so delighted and pleased (12x14) when Dean tells her that she can make her own choices and his feelings on them don’t matter.

3. Forcing one of their children into the position of having to choose between their parent or brother, and thus causing a rift in their relationship:

John’s parentification of Dean and making him responsible for Sam’s well-being, while at the same time brainwashing him into following his orders which more often than not had nothing to do with Sam’s best interests. Thus putting Dean into the impossible position of making both of them happy with his actions (basically all their childhood and season 1).

Mary trying to convince Dean to talk to her and agree with her on working with the BMoL and when it doesn’t work, contacting Sam even though she knows that Dean is completely against it. Thus playing/manipulating them against each other and forcing Sam into the situation to pick between his mom and his brother (12x14).

4. Lamenting about what they want for their children, instead of asking them what they actually want/need.

“I want to stop losing people we love. I want you to go to school, I want Dean to have a home. I want….I want Mary alive. It’s just….I just want this to be over.” - John to Sam (1x21). It would have been in John’s power to give them at least some of these things. He could have encouraged Sam to go to college and he could have given Dean a stable home while growing up. Nobody forced him to drag his children around the country and letting them live in shitty motel rooms, when they needed exactly the opposite. But his thirst for revenge and his guilt were stronger than his need to provide some safety and support for his children.

“We’ve got a real shot here. A world without monsters. A world where you and Dean don’t have to hunt, where you can have normal lives. (…) You were going to school, to college. (…) That’s why I’m doing this. That is what I’m fighting for.” - Mary to Sam (12x14). A lovely thought, sure. But does she ever ask if that’s even what they want anymore? Sam tells her that he chose this life. He’s been content with his life and hunting during the last two seasons and at peace with himself like we’ve never seen before. Dean even told her in the very first episode after she came back that this is their life and that they’re doing something good and that it’s worth it. They’ve grown up and their lives may not be what Mary envisioned, but her desire to change the status quo comes from her own needs and guilt and nowhere else.

5. Abandoning their sons when they need them and only showing up when they feel like it/need something.

John leaving them alone for days/weeks in shitty motel rooms when they were only children. John not being accessible for them, when they desperately tried to contact him (1x09, 1x12). John deciding they’re better off on their own (1x16). John leaving Dean to rot in jail and when Dean ended up at Sonny’s place instead, taking him away when he needed him with no regard to what was going on in Dean’s life at this point (9x07). To name a few instances.

Mary leaving (12x03), when Dean and Sam were so excited and happy about getting a chance to know her and be a family. Leaving, despite Sam having told her just before that having her here fills in the biggest blank in his life (12x02). Leaving, despite the way Dean physically recoils from her when she tries to touch him because she’s hurting him so deeply by doing it (12x03). And then staying away from them, barely making any effort to get to know them, and only reaching out to them when she needs something from them (12x12, 12x13, 12x14).

6. Not being a mom/dad first.

“I stopped being your father and I became your drill sergeant.” - John to Sam (1x20). John was always “Sir” first. He was their drill sergeant, as he himself puts it. He expected blind obedience, instead of offering guidance and support. He didn’t even bother celebrating birthdays or holidays with his children.

“I am your mother, but I’m not just a mom. And you are not a child.” - Mary to Dean (12x13), after he asks her to try and be their mom for once. He never asked her to be “just a mom”. But he asked her, quite rightfully, to put them first for once. To think about how it’s been for them. And to have her throw those ugly words “You are not a child” in his face in response, when that’s exactly what his life has been like ever since he was four years old, was the worst thing to witness. Also - because I mentioned it for John, too - Christmas and Dean’s birthday have come and gone since Mary is back and considering the way Dean is being so openly disappointed about the lack of time she’s spent with them, I doubt she was there for either of those days.

I’m sure there are even more examples, but my heart hurts too much right now thinking about this. Maybe I’ll add things later (Mary is still around to provide more evidence after all).

I would have loved to make a gifset of all these instances, but sadly I haven’t got enough skill. If anyone wants to make one based on this post I’d be eternally grateful!

Some Good Old Fashioned Motherly Advice

A/N- The next part of Long Lost Sister. I recommend reading the rest of the series.

Series Summary- Sam and Dean meet their sister, Adam’s twin, on a hunt and things don’t go all that smoothly.

*Let me know if you want to be tagged in any of my future works*

Sorry that it is so long- I started out thinking this wasn’t going to be a long chapter, but then I started writing….

Disclaimer- I don’t own the Supernatural universe or the images/gifs used, they were found on Google.

Long Lost Sister Masterlist


In the two days since their fight, Y/N had stayed locked up in her room, only sneaking out to eat when she was sure the boys had gone to bed. Sam and Dean had both tried numerous times to get her to come out or to talk to them, but all attempts failed. They were honestly surprised she was still here. They though after the fight, she surely would have left.

Y/N herself was surprised she was still at the bunker. She packed and unpacked her bag multiple times and had planned to leave every time, but for some reason she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Something was keeping her here and Y/N wished she knew what it was. She was livid with the boys and wasn’t sure she could ever forgive them, so why couldn’t she make herself walk out the front door?

The boys were brooding in the library when Jody called.

“Hey Jody,” Dean answered, putting the sheriff on speaker.

“Hi boys. I was calling because I was hoping that you could make a trip up here to Sioux Falls. I think there’s something in town. Maybe a werewolf? I’m not really sure.”

Dean looked up at his brother. Things were pretty tense here, maybe a hunt would be a good thing, they could blow off a little steam. On the other hand, would being in the tight quarters of a hunt really be the best with Y/N being so angry at them?

Sam leaned forward and spoke to their friend, “Can we call you right back?”

“Sure thing.”

Sam disconnected the call and said, “We can’t leave Jody hanging, especially if she’s not sure what’s in town. We need to go give her a hand.”

Dean sighed and leaned back in his chair, “I know, but I also know Y/N’s not going to give up a hunt and is that what we need right now?”

Sam shrugged, “I don’t know man. I don’t think she’s coming out of that room to see us anytime soon. I’m not even sure why she’s still here. If I didn’t hear her sneak to the kitchen when she thought we were sleeping, I’d swear she already ran off.”

Dean agreed, “Yeah well, maybe a hunt is the only way to lure her out here.”

“Probably, but even if it does I don’t think she’s going to be willing to talk to us much. And certainly not about the fight.” Sam got up from the table, “Call Jody back, tell her we’re in. I’ll go try and tell Y/N.”

Sam stopped outside Y/N’s door. Him and Dean had both tried knocking before with no luck. Dean had even tried just walking in, but the door had been locked, which of course lead to him mumbling under his breath about removing that later.

Sam knocked once and like expected didn’t get a response. “Hey Y/N, a friend of Dean and I’s up north has some kind of monster problem in town. Maybe a werewolf? Point is she needs help and asked us to come asap. We’re going to go. I know we’re not your favorite people at the moment, but I didn’t know if you’d want to join us on the case?”

Sam stood there waiting for any sign that she’d heard them, but none came. Just as Sam was about to give up the door cracked open and Y/N’s head stuck out. “I’ll be ready in ten.”

Sam couldn’t wipe the smile off his face.

The six- hour car ride was awkward to say the least. Y/N, still pissed at the guys certainly wasn’t going to say anything and the brothers opened their mouths multiple times, but always chickened out, too afraid of only making the situation worse.

Jody knew she was in for it when the siblings got out of the car. There wasn’t a smile to be seen. They guys tried to fake it when they greeted her, but she saw right threw it. This was going to be a long visit.

Jody smiled at the young woman in front of her. Sam and Dean had been kind enough to give her a heads up about the guest they’d be bring with them. She extended her hand to shake Y/N’s, “You must be Y/N, the boys have told me all about you. Jody Mills.”

Y/N shook the older woman’s hand, “Hi, nice to meet you.”

“Well, you all look tired. Why don’t you come in. I’ve got dinner and I can fill you in about the case.”

The hunt carried on for another few days. They concluded that it was definitely a werewolf, but tracking it was proving to be more difficult than they originally anticipated. Everyone was sitting at the table after dinner on the fourth night, frustrated that the monster was still on the loose killing people.

“There have been no signs of another attack,” Sam stated, “which would imply that it left town, but there hasn’t been anything in nearby towns either. It’s almost like this thing dropped off the face of the earth.”

“Well that clearly isn’t what happened,” Dean snarked back. Tensions were starting to run high in the house. Not only was the hunt not going well, but Y/N was still ignoring the boys. She gave them the silent treatment, speaking only when absolutely necessary about the case. Sam and Dean had tried to talk to her about Adam and the fight, but she managed to shut it down almost right away.

Nothing seemed to be going right this week.

Jody gave everyone a sympathetic smile, “It’s been a long day. We don’t we all turn in for the night. Maybe if we come back to it in the morning with a clear, well rested head we’ll have more luck.”

Sam nodded, “That sounds like a pretty good idea to me. Goodnight everyone.” Sam headed upstairs, with Dean following close behind.

Jody turned to Y/N, “Not tired?”

Y/N gave her a weak smile, “Exhausted.”

Jody reached out and patted her hand. She couldn’t imagine how hard this had all been on the young girl. From what the Winchesters had told her, Y/N had been through a lot, and their recent fight was still fresh, “Sweetheart, can I give you some motherly advice?”

Y/N looked up and Jody recognized a look of desperation in her eyes. This girl so desperately needed someone. Someone to turn to, someone to help her make sense of the life she’d ended up living. Jody doubted she’d had anyone like that since her mother died. Y/N had been alone most of the time, and while Sam and Dean had the potential to be those kind of people for her, it hadn’t worked out that way so far.

“I can’t begin to imagine what’s going on in your head right now. As I’m told life hasn’t been too easy for you, but you strike me as a strong girl. I haven’t known your brothers for too long, maybe three years, but I do know that family means everything to them and that they love you a lot.” Y/N sat back in her chair, pulling her hand away. Jody knew this was when she was going to start to lose Y/N, so she hurried on.

“I know that to you right now it probably doesn’t seem like it and you’re beyond confused about the whole thing. Nobody can blame you for that. But one thing that I can say about your brothers with a hundred percent certainty is that they truly do value family and you. The situation with Adam, well I don’t really have a solid explanation about that for you. That was extremely out of character for them and it is obvious that they feel a lot of guilt about it.”

“So I should just forget about it? Since they feel guilty it doesn’t matter at all?” Y/N didn’t mean to snap at Jody. She liked the sheriff enough, but that didn’t change the fact that she was sitting there defending Sam and Dean’s actions.

Jody reached out and took Y/N’s hand again, trying to be as comforting as possible. “Of course, you don’t have to just forget. My point is that those boys up there love and care about you a lot. They would never let what happened to Adam happen to you. I think that maybe you should consider giving them a fair shot. You can’t spend the rest of your life locked away in your bedroom. So are you ready to walk away from the only family you got left, because you’ve had almost a week and you haven’t yet. I think if you really wanted to totally cut them out of your life you would have done it already.”

Y/N wiped at the tears starting to form, “I don’t know Jody. Life’s so lonely on my own, but I don’t know how to possibly move on. I mean it’s hard to forgive them because they literally left my twin in hell. At the same time I don’t think I can trust them because I worry that they will do something similar to me. I know you said they love me and you don’t think they would, but if the choice came down to me or them I don’t feel so confident. They will always pick each other. They’ve done it before. Sam and Dean will do anything save each other, no matter the consequences. They don’t have that kind of loyalty to me and that kind of loyalty to each other could cost me. It cost Adam.”

At this point Y/N was full out crying, Jody pulled her in for a hug. “Ignoring them isn’t going to solve anything. If you don’t hear them out nothing will ever change. For better or worse. Listen to them. Hear their side of the story.”

By the next afternoon, it had become apparent that the monster had left town. Taking their chances, the siblings decided to head over to the next town to look for the werewolf. The boys said their goodbyes to Jody and started to pack up the impala. Y/N hugged the sheriff, “Thanks for taking such good care of us Jody.”

“Anytime, and you have my number now. Call me if you need anything. Whether you’re with your brothers or not.”

She pulled back and smiled, “Thanks Jody. I’ll remember that.”

By the time, Sam, Dean and Y/N arrived in town a couple had been killed. Encouraged that they seemed to finally be catching a break, the siblings headed to the morgue. The bodies had long claw marks down their torsos and both were missing their hearts.

“Definitely our wolf.”

The trio headed to the site of the last deaths. It was a clearing in the local park and since night had fallen the park was empty. They split up searching for clues.

Y/N kept her gun, loaded with silver bullets out in front of her, on the ready for anything. She stalked to the edge of the trees, looking for anything that might help them find their monster.

“Guys, I heard something over there.” Dean whispered, motioning his gun in the direction of the woods right in front of them. Y/N listened closely, but didn’t hear anything.

Sam slowly crept forward, gun raised and threw a stick at the nearest bush. A second later a bunny came hopping out. He rolled his eyes at Dean, his arm dropping to his side, “Good catch. I think the werewolf is long gone at this point.”

Dean rolled his eyes at his brother, but nodded nonetheless, “I agree, he got his furry ass out of here after he killed that couple.”

The brothers turned to head back to the impala, Y/N a few steps behind them. As they were putting the trees behind them, Y/N swore she heard something. She turned and took a step forward again.

Suddenly, the werewolf came flying out of the bushes at Y/N. She yelped and tried to raise her gun, but it was knocked from her hand as the werewolf pushed her to the ground, landing on top of her. Y/N’s yelped grabbed the attention of her brothers who turned in time to see the monster leaping on top of their sister.

Y/N screamed as the werewolf’s claws carved through her stomach. Gun shots rang out across the park and the werewolf slumped, dead, next to Y/N’s body. Sam and Dean rushed over to her side, dropping into the grass next to her.

“Oh God,” Sam whispered at the sight of all the blood soaking through her shirt. Its claws had cut long and deep; she was quickly losing a lot of blood.

“We need to get her to a hospital now, Sammy.” Sam nodded at his older brother reaching out to carry her back to the car. Y/N cried out as he moved her body. The brothers ran back to the car. Dean hopped into the driver’s seat, starting the car instantly, while Sam crawled into the backseat cradling Y/N to him.

Dean pulled away as soon as the door closed behind Sam, engine reviving as he sped off.

Sam started to panic as Y/N’s eyes drooped close, “Just hold on Y/N, we’re going to get help okay? Dean going as fast as he can, but we need you to just stay awake.”

Sam tried to apply pressure to the cut to stop the bleeding, but it wasn’t working; if Dean didn’t get them there soon Y/N was going to bleed out in his arms.

“Drive faster Dean!”

tags: @27bmm  @exploratiionist  @winchesters-favorite-girl  @fabulouslycassie @iamflanneltrash  @nothingiswrongwithit  @vvinch3st3r  @mrsdixongrimes

"Heated" Imagine about whoever you want it to be about

I look over into his direction and watch him stare outside the window as we drive to McDonalds.
It is 3.24 in the morning and i can’t help but smile at the thought of him finally being here, finally being right next to me.
After a couple seconds he notices me looking at him and a huge smile forms on his face.
“Are you happy?” He asks and i nod right away because there is no doubt about it.
He is here with me and that is all it takes for me to be happy.
I kiss his cheek and his smile gets even bigger.
“So happy!” I answer as i place my head on his shoulder.
His eyes wander through the car, maybe trying to see if anyone is watching us.
He lifts his hands and places one of them on my cheek, the other one right under my chin.
Tension. The word tension is all that comes to mind right now.
The finger that is placed underneath my chin is slowly guiding my face towards his.
I hear everyone around me but I’m focused on him, his heavy breathing and his sensual stare.
He places his lips on mine and oh how I’ve missed their soft touch.
I can feel his mouth slowly open but I immediately pull away.
“What if someone’s is looking?” I say really quiet.
“No one is looking” he replies with his low, husky voice.
I can’t help but to shyly smile at him.
I take charge of the situation and slowly move into his direction.
Our lips touch and the butterflies are set free.
They move in sync and our hands start to explore eachothers bodies.
All i can think about is him.
His rock hard body and luscious lips make me wish that I was on top of him instead of being just next to him.
This time my lips slightly open, signaling him that I am ready for him. Ready for everything he has to offer.
But instead he smiles and whispers “Oh baby girl, wait till we get home.” against my lips.

Lets Get It On (Merle Dixon x Reader)

Requested by anon: “I need you to beg for me, baby.” + Smut

A/N: Set in Season 3 in Woodbury. Hope you like it sweetie :)

Warnings: Smut, Shameless Smut, Edging, Hair-Pulling, Explicit Language, Unprotected Sex.

Life in Woodbury was comfortable and safe and there was never a part of you that regretted joining the community. If would be foolish of you to want to be out there, mending for yourself again when you had a life close to a normal one in here. It had only been a month, but you’d already made a few close friends that you felt you could thrust your life with.

And then there was Merle.

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God, I love you Archie. Archie Andrews x Reader Imagine

Summary: Archie has left his guitar at school and breaks into school on a Saturday night with his best friend (reader) to get it back to record a song idea he has had stuck in his head for the whole night. They face a problem as they find out that they are trapped in the music room, which soon turns into a positive for both.

Word count: 1,700

Author: oharchiekinss. I hope you enjoy this, this is my first imagine and feel free to send me requests you want for Archie or KJ imagines. I’ll try to write them as soon as I have time.

You pull on the school’s back door slightly and look at your best friend Archie who was concentrated on the handle with suspense. The door clicks and the slides open.
“Yes!” you yelled out in excitement as the door wasn’t locked.
“Shhh!” Archie said whilst holding his hand over your mouth softly.
“Sorry…” you whispered with a smirk as he took his hand down and started to step into the quiet and dark school hallway.
All of the lights were off and all rooms were empty. You knew there was a security guard at the school on weekdays but it was 3am on a Saturday night and you weren’t sure. You had to keep quiet incase he was roaming the school hallways.
Archie had left his guitar at the school and he had a melody stuck in his head that he had been humming for the whole night. He needed to write down the chords and try it out, he couldn’t wait longer. Archie reached the music classroom and the door was slightly open like all the other rooms.
“Wow this is easy”, he whispered as he opened the unlocked door further to get into the music room. You followed him inside and the door closed behind you. You could hear a small click as the door got into it’s place. Archie stood there looking at his guitar to make sure it is okay. The only light came from the yard outside through the small windows close to the ceiling of the room. The light bounced off of Archie’s sharp features and red messy hair. You found yourself staring at him in the light as he turned around and looked at you with a smirk.
“You’re staring at me again Y/N”.
“Why wouldn’t I”, you joked around and he raised his brow before laughing quietly.
“I’m flattered”, he says turning back to his guitar. You look at him questioning about what he means.
“Don’t tell me you don’t know how good looking you are Y/N”, he said shaking his head with a wide smile, still investigating his guitar.
Your heartbeat raises and you bite your lip as you break your stare from him. He didn’t know how much his comments affected you. Ever since you had started high school you started to develop serious feelings for him, and it wasn’t just a crush. You couldn’t imagine yourself with anyone else.
“You’re tired, you don’t know what you’re saying”, you said going closer to him so he could hear you better without talking too loud.
“Hey, I know what I said. It’s true Y/N you are extremely beautiful, why do you doubt that”, he said as he looked up at you now sitting on a chair with the guitar in his lap.
“Archie…” you said wishing you had the guts to tell him right then and there. He didn’t break his stare and followed your eyes as you looked away in embarrassment.
“Don’t look at me like that!” you said laughing.
“Like what?” he smiled, “Admit that you’re good looking Y/N!”
“Hey! Don’t tell me what to do Andrews!” you said jokingly pushing him. He would usually compliment you but they felt more like pep talks than compliments to you, as he seemed to see you just as a friend to him.
He shakes his head giving up and goes back to his guitar. He starts to play, and the soft sound of his acoustic guitar flowed and filled the room as the red warmth slowly left your cheeks. You sat down next to him listening to him finally play out the melody he had been humming for the night, admiring his skills. You found yourself staring at his lips as he bit down on them concentrated. He tested out the chords until he had the whole melody figured out. He looked up at you smiling and you shifted up to his eyes.
“Finally got to play it and you don’t have to listen to me humming it again, I recorded it on my phone”, he said as he stood up placing the guitar into it’s case and closing it quietly. You still wrapped up in his eyes nodded and stood up to go to the door. You grab the handle of the door and push it down. The door doesn’t open.
“Archie… come here”, you whisper panicked.
“What’s up?” he says now next you at the door. You nod down at your hand and try to open it again, unsuccessfully.
“It’s locked?” he asks as he grabs the handle himself using a little force, but the door is standing still in it’s place. He sighs and looks back at you. “This is how they catch someone stupid if they came into the school at night”, you said laughing at the situation. Archie smirked but then slowly the smirk faded into a worried frown.
“Y/N… It’s Saturday. Who’s going to open the door without us getting caught?” he said and leaned on the door.
You look back at the room behind you and see the small windows at the top of the ceiling. Archie looks up at them too and you know you both thought of the same plan.
“But the windows are really high up, how are we going to climb through them?” he said looking around the nearly empty room, as you pointed at the tall desk in the corner. He nodded and approached the desk now lifting it up into his arms. You looked at his muscles flex as he lifted the desk up and placed it in front of the windows. He motioned you to come to him.
“Do you want me to go first or last?” you said and he thought about it for a little bit.
“You first…” He said smiling as he lifted you by the waist to sit on the desk. You felt shivers down your spine from his strong grip. He was now facing you and your faces were nearly touching as the desk lifted you up to his height. You saw his gaze travel down to your lips as the window behind you reflected blue light onto his face. You sat there for what felt like ages, studying each others eyes and lips with Archie’s hands still strongly gripped around your waist.
“Do you want to stay here for a bit?” he whispered leaning in to your ear and you felt his warm breath on your neck which gave you chills down your back.
“Uh… sure”, you said unsure of what he meant by this. Soon enough his breath on your neck turned into a series of soft kisses as you gasped in surprise. He met your eyes again before slowly leaning into press his lips softly onto yours. You felt your whole body shiver as he moved his hand up and down your back embracing you. You had never thought Archie would be like this, especially with you. You would pull out of the kiss for a breather but Archie couldn’t resist pressing back in as he saw your (Y/E/C) eyes look up at him.
You slowed down after a few minutes until you both pulled back to take a breath. You leaned back into the wall behind you still sitting on the desk and breathed heavily in the same rhythm as him.
“Y/N, I need to tell you something” Archie said as he took your hands and pulled you in closer.
Your heart stopped for a second as he kept his grip on your wrists whilst staring down at your eyes admiring. You were speechless, but nodded him to continue.
“I know we are bestfriends… and a lot of friendships are ruined by people trying to make it into a relationship. But…”
“What, Archie?” you asked holding your breath.
“I’m done acting like I don’t have feelings for you. I love you Y/N, always have”, he said as he breathed out in relief. You were speechless. It’s like he was saying the exact words you were always too scared to speak out. He now stepped back and looked down as the silence filled the room.
“I’m sorry, I thought you felt the same…” He said sitting down onto the chair he had previously sat on whilst playing his guitar, now looking down at the ground rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.
You gathered your words and jumped up to cup his face into your hands, “I love you Archie Andrews.”
He looked down with the biggest smile on his face before pressing his lips onto yours. You could still feel his smile as he pulled away. He tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear that had fallen onto your face. His touch still gave you chills and you smiled back at him.
The lights in the music room suddenly light up as the lock on the door opens. A tall security guard stands in the doorway as you both jump up.
“What’s going on here?” he asks in a dark tone. You look at Archie and he grabs his guitar. You both start sprinting through the door whilst the guard gets pushed out of the way. As you ran through the hallways, Archie grabbed your hand to make sure you don’t fall behind. You could hear the guard yelling far away to stop, but you both just laughed as you ran through the doors of the school.
You were now far away from the school in a quiet neighborhood and you both stopped to catch your breath. As you both settled your breathing, you let out a loud laugh and he joined you.
You started to walk back home with his arm around you and the guitar case in the other hand. This is what you have dreamt your whole life with him, to have him this close and to know he is yours.
“God I love you, Archie” you blurted out as he looked back at you in the streetlights. As he looked at you with the light bouncing off of your hair and your soft features, he knew that, he loved you even more.

Things I’m expecting in V5

Or… you know, just want to see even though they aren’t likely.

RNJR meeting Pyrrha’s family and delievering the… bad news. We know Pyrrha was from Mistral, and that’s where RNJR (and Weiss and Yang) are right now. I mean, with the CCT down, and with Pyrrha being unable to write letters to her family, they must be worried as hell and probably don’t know about her death. Nobody could have told them, really. I doubt Winter or Qrow or anyone would have cared enough to pay them a visit. Of course, the show could just ignore this and just move on since Pyrrha isn’t important to the story anymore, but I really hope it doesn’t.

Yang and Blake’s reunion. I mean, this one is obvious, even though it doesn’t seem like Blake’s going to Mistral right now. However, we know Haven is the next target and the White Fang is going to be involved, so it’s only a matter of time before Blake goes there, too. Personally I hope there’s tears and screaming because I’m a sucker for angst, and Blake did leave Yang without a fucking goodbye or explanation to her . And speaking about the White Fang…

Sienna Khan. Seriously. We don’t even know their gender, though the 2D animated flashback from Volume 2 in which Blake talked about the White Fang showed a male figure smiling at the end, which could be him. The only clue we have right now about them it’s they are the leader of the White Fang, and their last name is “Khan” which resembles Shere Khan from The Jungle Book, so with the connection Ghira (who is inspired by Bagheera from the same story) and them have, Sienna having succeeded Ghira’s White Fang leadership, it’s possible they’re based off of the evil tiger and so they’re a tiger Faunus. But that’s only a theory.

Weiss summoning the giant armor (aka Arma Gigas) in a battle and kicking ass. Pretty self explanatory.

On the same train of thought, YANG FIGHTING WITH HER NEW ARM. PLEASE. I don’t think they’re going to give her some random power-up out of the blue just because now she’s got a metal arm, but her lessons with Taiyang must have teached her about not relaying in her Semblance and such. And we’ve been a full volumen without Yang super punches, it’s getting unbearable.

Ren and Nora’s relationship developing. Like, okay, they held hands and Nora blushed. So… are they dating? Are they going to kiss? Will they tell the others? ARE THEY TOGETHER TOGETHER NOW OR WHAT?

An explanation about wtf is all this Ozpin/Oscar shit about. Please Qrow, we’re begging you. Also,

OSCAR. Oscar meeting RNJR, Oscar developing as a character, Oscar unlocking his aura and Semblance and learning how to fight perhaps? Just, Oscar. Oscar doing something besides talking with Ozpin. Please.

Ilia and Blake interactions! Or maybe a flashback? A story about their ex-friendship? Something!

TEAM SSSN! And team ABRN too! Teams from Haven pleeeease!

RNJR (plus Yang and Weiss?) going to Haven Academy to continue their training! I don’t think we’re gonna get another three volumes about High School-like events, but eventually they’ll need to graduate if they want to be Huntsman at all.

Hazel and Watts! I want to know more about the baddies, omg. I really hope we see Hazel meeting with Sienna Khan and Watts’ role in Haven, as a Lionheart… friend or whatever.

Lionheart. Just, Lionheart. Wtf is up with that guy.

There is more stuff I’d like to see, like Penny being rebuilt, team FNKI, Glynda (seriosly that woman is underrated and I love her) and such, but since this volume is most likely to stay centered on Mistral I won’t get my hopes that high. Yet.

Feel free to suggest your ideas!