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Uncle Popeye Fucks Up Hunting So Bad Legislation Happens

(Gun use, alcohol mention, amazingly- no animal death)

So you may remember Uncle Popeye from A Holiday Story, when he and grandpa tried to shoot a pheasant and fucked it up real bad.  I called the Ohio Relatives.  They have no idea how the family knew Popeye either, but that his given name was Richard, but got tired of being called “Dick” and after losing an eye in WW2, went by Popeye.

Look man, Ohio DOES things to people.

Popeye fancied himself the Great Outdoors-man, despite a long list of evidence to the contrary- besides the shooting incident, there was the time he got lost in the woods behind his house for a week despite being less than a mile from his house and six major roads, the time he almost poisoned the whole family after mushrooming in the hills only to be stopped by GG, and the time he got in a fight with a Woodcock and Lost.

The worst though, was Snowflake.

Near where my Ohio relatives lived, and continue to live, there is a Military Armory. (You know that joke about “If all your relatives all live in the same postcode, you might be a redneck?”  Yeah, check that.  Mom was the first to leave the state, and keeps urging the others that they are free to leave, they can’t keep you there. But I digress).  The armory is actually kind of a large campus, several hundred acres in size, where they take lots of old munitions and aircraft and whatnot, and figure out how to take apart and dispose of them without blowing everything up to fuck. The whole area is fenced off to keep the locals from helping themselves to the munitions (A serious issue in redneck country), which trapped the deer in the forest inside.  

The deer, no longer having to worry about hunters, but cut off from the outside population, basically went full Deliverance, and the resulting mutants are… rather pretty.  

The mutation is Luecistism, not albinism, but it makes for pretty, pretty very stupid deer.  Like, even dumber than white-tail already are, and whitetail are DUMB.  But the deer on the armory could afford to be easy to spot and have no natural fear of anything, because there were no predators or hunters, and the soldiers stationed there had better things to do

The prettiest of them all was Snowflake, the large white buck named Snowflake, because soldiers are great at naming things.  He was, by all accounts, a truly splendid creature- snow-white and shapely, with a well-developed rack.  Not unlike a porn star, apparently.  And many a man Lusted after snowflake, desperate for his head.

Or other things.  Ohio’s a pretty fucked up place.

But unlike other men, who would only stare wistfully from afar, Popeye was absolutely determined to have Snowflake.  The issue was, the military, having a few moments of sense, had decreed that having people wandering around a munitions decommissioning plant with firearms was likely to result in fire and death, declared that there was to be no hunting on their grounds.  The only way Popeye could feasibly shoot Snowflake would be if he were somehow able to get him on the other side of the fence.  But he couldn’t just cut a hole in the fence- it was fairly regularly checked, and he’d be caught.  Nope.  Somehow, Popeye had to get Snowflake on the other side of the fence without damaging it or the Military noticing.

It was during an afternoon of boozing and watching western documentaries, Popeye hit upon a solution.  He was watching a tourism promotion for all the great outdoor activities in Colorado, when he saw the solution to his problem.

He could FISH for deer.

Specifically, he fly-fish.  In his mind, he could clearly see how it would play out.  he’d simply find a heavy-duty line, cast it over the fence, tangling it in Snowflake’s antlers, and then reel him over the fence, where it would be perfectly legal to shoot him and then he’d be the envy of all the men down at the elks lodge.  Hah!  Genius!

So that spring, Popeye began tossing corn over the fence to lure deer to that particular secluded corner, and was immensely pleased when Snowflake started turning up regularly.  He’d get his trophy AND some fat venison!  All summer and into fall, he continued this, with the deer getting entirely too casual about his presence.  he also got his hands on some deep-sea fishing line and practiced ensnaring the antlers of his dummy deer in the backyard.  Just to make sure he had the leverage to haul Snowflake in, he got the harness that attaches the pole to your hip.  All was going according to plan.

So the first day of hunting season, Popeye goes to his corner where he’s been feeding the deer, and Snowflake is there, waiting for breakfast.  Great.  Popeye backs his pickup truck up to the fence, and stands on the bed so he can cast over the fence.  The deer, being imbeciles, fail to notice anything amiss.  He casts, and miracle of miracles, he gets the loop over Snowflake’s antlers on the first try!  Popeye whips the line around some more, making sure Snowflake is good and tangled, before reeling him in.

Apparently snowflake just stood there for this part, presumably looking confused.  Then the line began to pull on him.

As Popeye would later recount from the hospital:  “That’s when I realized.  Deer ain’t Mackinaw.”

Popeye had, in all his planning,  not taken into consideration that a 200-pound buck at the height of his testosterone-riddled rut might be somewhat disinclined to be pulled over a fence.  Furthermore, Popeye had failed to account that at 5′5″, he was of similar size to the deer, and in nowhere near as good of shape.

He recalled ALMOST flying over the fence as Snowlfake turned and ran for the safety of the base.  He did not quite make it, and cracked both knees as they slammed into the fence, jeans and harness shredding on the barbed wire.  it was not enough to separate him from the harness, only enough to slide it down his legs and tangle around his ankles, so that once he hit the ground, Popeye was dragged for half a goddamn mile by his feet as Snowflake frantically tried to get away.

Once at the base, and all manner of bruised, cut up and abused, Popeye was relieved when they finally came to a halt.  he regretted it half a second later when he realized that Snowflake had only turned around, and was now bearing down on his sorry ass full-tilt.  Several puncture and kick wounds later, Popeye managed to kick off the harness, freeing himself from Snowflake, and had to run back to where he thought he’d left the truck.  In the middle of the night, in the woods, with cracked patellas and without pants.

It took him all night to find the fence and truck, but managed to get back over the fence and to the hospital without being spotted. In a fit of paranoia that almost pased for good sense, he drove to three counties away to be treated, so the police wouldn’t find him, bleeding all the way.  He neglected beforehand, to tell any of his friends or family where he was going, except that he was deer-hunting.

He was very disappointed when he turned up a week later and found out nobody had gone looking for him.

 Snowflake was found tangled up in a tree, and was cut loose by the soldiers, apparently upset but unharmed.  Concerned that the poachers were getting too creative for their own good, the base petitioned the state legislature to maybe make a law that you aren’t allowed to fish for deer, Christ, we only found the poor man’s pants.

The state legislature, in a fit of rabid libertarianism, declared that such a law would be too restrictive upon the freedom of Ohioans, so the Army tried the country.  The county, which had to actually deal with this kind of bullshit on a semi-regular basis, agreed, and it is now illegal to Hunt any bird, fish or quadruped with devices and equipment not intended for such purpose.

Popeye never went deer-hunting after that, and Snowflake went on to sire many many more pretty inbred deer.

anonymous asked:

hey if you're still doing prompts, the time(s) someone outside of the team (or inside) mistakes aaron for andrew or the other way around?? thanks!! i love your writing!!

There should be some sort of rule, Aaron thinks, that identical twins have to avoid celebrity. 

It was disarming enough to be a teenager the first time he saw his own face with nothing inside of it, like an indifferent stone likeness. Then Andrew went and got himself famous, made himself important to everyone (including Aaron). He stares out from magazine spreads with his middle finger up when Aaron goes through the checkout counter, and he follows him closely with his reputation.

He’s had patients bow out of the exam room when they heard their intern was ‘A. Minyard’. He’s had anger and relief flip toggles in his chest when he caved and bought a magazine, finding Andrew and Neil piled in Exy gear to promote a product. They looked uncommitted and severe except when they were jostled together and shot from the side, candid, staring. 

It almost makes him miss the moments with the foxes when everything was as simple as watching Andrew’s face for the changes and catching the wave to the next game.

But it’s better to have the kind of work that he knows he does best, stockpiled for the rest of medical school and the rest of his life after that. It feels good to stretch on rubber gloves and distance himself from the worst sort of rot in the world. 

It feels good for his feet to throb and his head to twist itself into knots, and to come home to Katelyn, who always tries to wait up for him and never can. She passes out with her legs over the armrest of their secondhand couch and her hair fanned over the cushions. He kisses her awake more often than not.

He goes for runs, sometimes, like he never did in college. It’s when his own reflection makes his neck prickle and he thinks, god, he’s here. He’s never not here. If you’re a twin you’re a member of a club, and you’re constantly in uniform.

He gets stopped on the street and asked for his autograph, and he feels comforted to know that his “piss off” is gentler than whatever Andrew would have said. 

He sees his own face hoisted at pride, watches Andrew become half of a relationship that handcuffs exy to entire social movements, and it coaxes old fear into his blood. It takes some wrangling and undoing of rusted closed spigots before he realizes that he’s impressed, too. 

He hates Neil out of habit. He watches the sun make new colours with Katelyn’s hair at 5 am. He puts his alarm on snooze just so he can lie there with her. He likes that his life is a can on a string, and somewhere, tossed out into another state, in a high-rise with blackout curtains and an orange cat, Andrew has the other can.

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anonymous asked:

prompts: andreil with hurt or sick neil

Sorry for how long this took, hope it’s ok!

Andrew had been sitting at the terminal waiting for his twice delayed flight for the past five hours. To say he was irritated would be putting it mildly. 

Five hours of constant, simmering anxiety was pushing the bounds of what Andrew was going to allow. If the plane didn’t leave in the next half hour, the Florida captain and his offer could go fuck themselves. It wasn’t worth this.

The idiotic part of his brain was wishing Neil was here. 

Neil had a way of grounding Andrew when they had to fly, giving him something to hold on to, to distract from the animal part of his brain that dissolved into panic and fear. 

Bee would tell him it was good to form small dependencies, to live in a reciprocal relationship of trust and care, to allow another person to be a source of comfort. She would say that Andrew had given Neil protection against those who sought to do them harm, that he gave Neil the comfort and security of their house in Colombia. She would say that he should let Neil give him comfort and security when they had to catch a stupid plane.

The part of Andrew that had offered Neil those keys all those years ago, who’d made him promises he would die keeping, wanted to believe that he deserved to allow someone to give him that security and comfort. That it was ok to want that from Neil.

He thought he almost believed it.

Regardless, Neil wasn’t here.

Neil was still in his last year at Palmetto, and they were two weeks out of the start of the season. He couldn’t afford to come with Andrew to Florida for the weekend while he heard their team’s offer. 

Andrew had wanted to stay closer to Palmetto. The teams there wouldn’t offer nearly as much as the Florida team had, and they certainly weren’t of the same professional calibre, but Andrew didn’t give a fuck about any of that. He wanted to stay close to Palmetto because Neil had a tendency to find trouble, and someone had to watch his dumb ass. That person was supposed to be Andrew.

“You have to go, Andrew. Florida is one of the best teams in the league,” Neil had said to him, when he’d first received the letter.

“I pity you if you think I give a single shit about that.”

Neil looked like he wanted to roll his eyes, but wisely didn’t. “I’ll be fine,” he said instead.

Andrew narrowly avoided scowling. “One day I’m going to tattoo that onto your face so I don’t have to hear those words come out of your stupid mouth again.”

Neil had smirked. “Go to Florida, Andrew. This is the best chance we’ve got.”

He didn’t say it was the best chance for them to be in the same team next year. Florida was one of the top teams in the league, and the salaries they offered reflected that. They would be good enough for Ichirou, and though Neil was avoiding thinking about that at all costs, that was something he was going to have to consider when the pro offers came rolling in. 

Florida was close that Andrew could visit occasionally, and good enough that Neil could follow him there. Those were the important things.

So, the airport was where Andrew now found himself.

When the boarding call for his flight finally came over the speakers, Andrew buried the instinctual urge to run deep down. 

He was spending far too much time with Neil.

He joined the end of the queue of passengers waiting for the air hostess to scan their tickets. It wasn’t a busy flight, for which Andrew was quietly relieved. He scanned the faces of the people in the crowd, but saw no threat among them. Just a sea of boring no-bodies as irritated with the delay as he was.

He was nearly at the front of the queue when his phone starting ringing in his pocket. He was tempted to ignore it, but he recognised Neil’s ringtone. He stepped out of the line, ignoring the frown of the air hostess who clearly had no intention of waiting for him, and answered it.

“What?”

“Andrew?”

Andrew froze. That wasn’t Neil’s voice.

“What the fuck is wrong, Kevin?”

“It’s Neil,” Kevin said. “Andrew, he’s in the hospital.”

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anonymous asked:

soooo happy that FMM claire has a bun in the oven!!! would love to see a classic pregnancybrain moment that she gets to share with jamie. mine hit me worst at 5 or 6 weeks in!

Flood my Mornings: Eggs

Notes from Mod Bonnie:

  • This story takes place in an AU in which Jamie travels through the stones two years after Culloden and finds Claire and his child in 1950 Boston.
  • Previous installment:  The First Step (Misunderstanding over Claire’s application+ baby news)

“God—DAMMNIT!”

Jamie came awake and jumped out of bed in one single second, stumbling toward the sound of her voice in the kitchen. Stumbling; not running.  He knew from her tone that there was no danger to hand: a ‘goddamnit’ of frustration only. Nonetheless, it was the middle of the night, and Claire—unpredictable and mad as she was, on the whole—didn’t usually take to screaming at random

She was standing over the stove, her hands in fists at her sides and her robe slipping off her shaking shoulders.

“Claire, love?” He put a hand on the small of her back. “Have ye burned yourself?” 

“NO, the—blasted stove is broken—" She was agitated and angry and looked as though she were going to lay a kick to the offending appliance. “I just wanted to scramble eggs but they’re not—not—cooking!

“No? What’s wrong, d'ye think?” he asked, glancing at the pan, which sure enough, held only wet, raw eggs.

“The damned—stove is broken—” she repeated, teeth gritted in frustration as she gestured wildly at the item in question. “I just don’t understand, it was working fine at dinner—but — ”

She gulped air. Then, she burst into tears. 

“Och, hey, shhhh it’s no matter, lass,” he said, half-laughing as he pulled her to him and hugged her tight. “Hey, now, it’s alright—we’ll get a repairman out, if we must—”

She sobbed into his shoulder. “I’ve been trying for ten minutes and I don’t—I don’t—I just wanted EGGS —

“Dinna fash, mo nighean donn,” He choked back a laugh and only rubbed her back, swaying her as though they were dancing cheek-to-cheek, like the song said. “Here, let me make ye something that doesna require heati ” He went mute, gobbled for a moment, then pursed his lips hard together, his wame now convulsing madly from the effort not to burst out laughing . 

“What?” she said sharply at his sudden silence. She pulled back enough to glare at him. “WHAT?” 

Without a word, but with his lips quivering, he released one hand from her waist, reached over….and turned on the Stovetop.

You willna laugh, James Fraser. 

BY HEAVEN, YE *WILL NOT* LAUGH ALOUD AT YOUR PREGNANT WIFE!

But thank GOD his pregnant wife cackled first. 

She dropped her forehead against his shoulder, wrapped her arms around his neck, and positively SHOOK with laughter, bringing him right along with her . They slumped against each other, hooting like the wee fools they were.

“Oh Jesus H. CHRIST, what is WRONG with me??” she moaned as she stepped away from him a few minutes later, wiping away tears and still giggling.

“Dinna fash yourself,” he said, turning the Stove off again. “It’s common early in a woman’s carrying, no? To feel a bit daft from time to time?”

“Well, yes, so they say, but—”

“Jen told me once that when she was newly wi’ child (I think it was wi’ Wee Jamie, come to think ) she lost her favorite book of French folktales and was near-distraught. Then the next planting season, she was turning the soil of the kailyard and up came Contes des Fées along with the rotted cabbage roots.”

“Oh, Jenny,” Claire hooted, leaning back against the counter. “Well, that does make me feel a bit less insane. It’s just so strange—I don’t remember anything of the sort with Faith or Brianna.” 

“No, indeed?”

“I should have thought that by my third pregnancy, I would have seen it all! Apparently not!”

He stepped into her arms and kissed her deeply. He didn’t want to voice the sad thoughts running through his mind. The still-raw grief from the loss of Faith. That at this phase of her last pregnancy, Claire had been close to starvation from months of war on the slow march toward Culloden. Much might have been missed, amid that bleak time; much had been missed, since. 

But those sorrows were of another life, and had no place in the foolish glee of this night. He said only, “No child of ours would make things easy for us, would they?”

“No indeed.” She rubbed her abdomen and made a stern face at it. “Just don’t make Mummy jump off a cliff or anything permanent, alright, little one?”  

Jamie grinned and added his hand, spanning them both. “Aye, young Fraser, be nice to your Mama, or you’ll have ME to answer to.”  They both sighed then, with twin, happy, humming sounds. 

Jamie did some quick calculation. “It’ll be August, aye?”

She smiled and nodded. “I think so—can’t say for sure precisely when we conceived, but yes, August approximately.” She suddenly groaned. “Oh, LORD, that means I’ll be carrying a 7-, 8-, and 9-month baby in SUMMER.” 

“Well, never you fear, Sassenach: I’ll be here with all the lemonade and cool cloths ye might desire.” 

“Well, that sounds much better than last time. God, this time next year, we’ll have him or her with us. Can you imagine?” She beamed. 

As did he, imagining. A new bairn. A wee brother or sister for Brianna. Getting to see Claire carry a child in peace and under the care of doctors. Getting to hold his child from the moment they would be born…. 

He kissed her temple. “Go sit yourself down, mo ghraidh, while I make ye some eggs.”

“Oh, no, I can do it!” She turned toward the Stovetop, catching up the Spatula. “Now that I know it’s just a matter of turning ON the bloody —”

He turned her firmly away and settled her into the chair. “I insist.” 

“You really don’t have to wait on me hand and foot, Jamie—I’m perfectly capable, and for all my teasing, I don’t expect royal treatment.” 

“Aye, I ken that. But it’s my joy to take care of ye, Sassenach. Always, but—particularly now that you’re carrying our child.” He took the Spatula from her hand in a manner that brokered no argument.

She sighed and then grinned up at him. “Well in that case, I’d feel much better cared for if you’d put cheese on the top.”

“Your wish is my command, your majesty.” He opened the Frigidaire, peering. “Sorry, I dinna think we have any.” 

“No, no, I know we do,” she said, furrowing her eyebrows and glancing confidently around the kitchen. “Just had it in my hand a few min—ohforfuck’ssake—

She walked with dignity to the counter, and oh-so-casually picked up the block of cheese.  

From the soap dish. 


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Sometimes revenge comes from being professional.

(warning: long story)

A couple of years ago, my husband and I moved to his hometown after spending time abroad and starting a business. We needed a job to make ends meet as we grew our business, so we both took a job as a server/bartender at a beautiful historic inn and restaurant in our town.

The bosses were an old couple. We realized pretty quickly that the woman of the couple wore the pants, and that she had no idea what she was doing. In addition to this, she was a real asshole. The place was horribly mismanaged, in a market where it was impossible NOT to make money. However, the hours were convenient since the restaurant was only open on a limited schedule, and we were the only servers who didn’t have terrible substance abuse issues, so we quickly became the de facto managers. We are both business minded people, and we started thinking that we could really run the place well if given the opportunity.

After being there about 6 months, we made the owners an offer to run the hotel and restaurant for a year for a small salary, but with the potential for a huge bonus at the end of the year, calculated as a hefty percentage of any increase in profit over the prior year.

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Tarot and mediumship questions

Some of my lovely followers have been messaging me asking many interesting questions for tarot cards and spirit work. So I just wanted to make a post that answered all of them at once ^^ If you see your question here, I’m sorry, I had to rewrite the questions a bit because I couldn’t remember them all word for word off the top of my head. Brace yourselves, this is going to be a big one.

1. Do the meanings of tarot cards stay the same, or is it ok to apply my own meanings?
This depends how you are reading. To really connect with your client or querant, you need to be reading intuitively rather than just with the memorised readings. While the general meanings of the cards can be helpful, they don’t always apply and this can make your querant disconnect from the reading because they cannot see themselves in what is coming through.
To read intuitively, the first step is to read what is around each card rather than reading each card by itself and then interpreting as a whole. Often tarot presents you with a concept over 2 or 3 different cards and the cards will be interrelated.You may also find a particular card may have a feature on it that stands out to more than anything else, be it an animal, a pair of wings, or even a color. And these symbols will usually have a meaning to the querent in some way or another, but it is up to the reader to interpret them through intuition.
If you are reading the cards intuitively you will also find the meanings of the cards will change for you on each reading. You’ll find that one card means waiting for one person, but may mean something entirely different to another person you are reading for. And this is all determined by your intuitive feelings that you receive during the reading.
2. Do you have to be born psychic?
All of us are born with intuitive abilities, it’s a survival instinct. You ever have that feeling that you know what someone is going to say or you know that something will happen? Some people even know when their phone is going to ring before it even begins ringing. Or maybe you’ve had a time when you’ve been given a choice to do something, and you don’t know why, but you just know that you really shouldn’t make that choice. This is called your gut instincts or your intuition. This is the basis for really growing your psychic abilities. The beginning step here is choosing to trust your intuition more regularly. If you believe something is wrong, don’t do it. If you believe something is right, then do it. Choose to trust it, because trust helps to give a solid foundation that your intuition can grow on. 
To further grow your intuition, you need to begin practising meditation more regularly. Meditation can mean different things for different people. Some people can’t sit still, so walking meditation or yoga are really good ways to meditate if you can’t sit down for more than a couple of minutes. Buddhist temples sometimes offer free meditation classes in your area, so google around your home or city for some classes if you want to learn traditional meditation techniques. Don’t just stop at one class either, go regularly to make sure you really master it, even if you are told the same thing every lesson. Meditation takes practice, and even seasoned meditation practitioners can struggle sometimes. Be patient with yourself!
You can also try singing or chanting meditations to assist you in your tarot readings or spirit work. Youtubing mantras will return some beautiful songs to you sung by many different artists. Find the ones you like and practice along with those. The English translations are gorgeous, so make sure you read the translation so that you understand the nature of what you are singing. They are all gorgeous, seriously.
3. How do I find out who my guides or deities are? 
This is up to you. Your guides can be any one, they can be Deities, Angels, Fairies, Ancestral spirits, nature spirits, etc. Literally any one can be a guide for you. I have a friend who went to a public park here in Sydney, met a tree spirit, and now regularly works with that tree for spiritual guidance. I have several goddesses, fairies and ancestors who are my guides for readings, however this varies for each reading.
You don’t have to wait for deities or spirits to contact you either (although they will, trust me.) But if you are drawn to a deity or you like a deity that you have seen before, it is perfectly ok to approach them. Be careful here because if the deity is from another culture you will need to make sure that you work with that deity in a manner that is well researched and respectful to the culture. Please ensure that any deity you have approached is also not from a closed culture as well. 
The same idea applies to other types of spirits like fairies, angels, ancestors etc. It is perfectly OK to approach them first!
4. How do I connect more with the spirits or deities etc?
Again, regular practice. You need to meet them half way! Make sure you are regularly practising prayer rituals, even if that means you just quickly light a candle before work and say hello. Give offerings of incense, food, or anything you feel they may like. Write them letters, sing or play music to them, just make an effort to connect. Just like any relationship, things wont be amazing from the get go. It may be awkward at first and you may feel uncomfortable. Persistence and time are all that are needed there. It wont be like angels descend and sing praises while you receive a blessing from a god. It will be a slow progression and growing of a really beautiful friendship. Give it time.
But just as much as you speak, you must always listen as well. Meditation again is key to this, as it allows you to quieten the mind and focus on your guides. Practice is super important. Seek their presence and their energies and learn to recognise the energy “stamp” of a particular spirit. With regular practice daily, you should be confident within a few weeks to a month at least to begin feeling the energies of these spirits and who they are.
5. How do I work with spirits and deities in my tarot readings?
Once you have begun to practice regular contact both speaking and listening with your spirits or deities, and you have begun to recognise their energy signatures, you can simply ask them to join you for a reading. A lot of the time though, they may show up unannounced.
Regular practice in recognising energies when they arrive to a reading and practice with listening and seeing their messages can help you to also identify spirits or deities that you have never met before who may be working with your querent. When you are doing a reading, write down any images, ideas or words that you are seeing or hearing, even if you aren’t sure if it the relevant. It may become relevant later in the reading or not at all. All that matters here is that you acknowledge the messages and trust yourself.
6. Do tarot cards have a yes or no meaning?
Yes they can, kind of. The best way to get a yes or no answer is to ask the question and then pull at 8 cards to look at the issue overall. When you see the overall issue, continue pulling cards until you see the end of the “process.” The end will have the yes or no answer.
7. How do you use tarot to look at deeper subconscious stuff?
If your querent is struggling with something like mental illness for example, you need to look into their past for the answer. Often times they will not remember the particular issues in their past that have caused part of the illness because the subconscious buries this stuff as a coping method. But if you look at their thought processes, you can take each thought process one by one and question what created this thought cycle. An example would be “I am not good enough”. What made that person think that? You need to look at their past and see what they were exposed to. Then you can challenge the thought process by looking at the actual evidence. Did that event actually dictate the self worth of that person? Nope. Most likely what happened was caused by some selfish dickhead and in reality, the behaviour of that selfish dickhead has nothing to do with the self worth of your querent. It is just that their mind misunderstood the issue due to a variety of factors at the time. You can then change the thought pattern by using energy healing and positive affirmation. (It takes fighting to defeat these things, so the querent will need to put in regular effort to heal whenever the thought cycle arises. But once the painful experienced deep in the subconscious is brought to the surface, it can be dealt with easily with persistence. It is best to suggest a positive affirmation is practised every time they experience one of their symptoms.)
8. Is tarot a doorway to evil?
No, that is what religious parents tell their children to stop them getting involved in “evil occult” practices. It’s just like saying marijuana is the gateway drug. These kinds of statements don’t really help anyone. If someone wants to do drugs they will. In the same way, tarot has nothing to do with the choices of someone getting involved in some of the darker crafts. In the end, it is that person’s choice, and blaming tarot isn’t helping people.
On the contrary, I find tarot to be a very healing tool. You can use it to understand not only situations, but also yourself and other people. It has helped me numerous times to figure out what on earth is going on with my own mental illness, and I use it to help others in the same way. Tarot has nothing to do with darker crafts, demons, satan etc. They are instead a wonderful tool to contact healing guides, goddess, spirits etc and bring love and light to many people who need it. 
9. How do you know that you are not just schizophrenic?
Schizophrenia has a lot more symptoms than just hearing and seeing things, and there are many types of schizophrenia. If we keep accusing people who hear and see things of being schizophrenic, then we are only helping to spread ignorance and stigma around this debilitating illness, which doesn’t help anyone who actually suffers from this illness or knows someone who does. There is a clear line between a psychic medium and a schizophrenic. Psychic mediums can receive information from spirits that they wouldn’t other wise know, and this helps to confirm who they are contacting. Often, someone’s ancestors pop up in readings, and a psychic medium can confirm details of that ancestors life that only the querant will know. This kind of information can be anything, but some notable examples I’ve experienced are being able to describe the exact speech patterns of a deceased relative, their mannerisms, and past childhood experiences of that ancestor that I would not know otherwise. This kind of information will not be available to someone suffering schizophrenia, rather they will suffer with false delusions that cannot be confirmed.
Additionally, psychic mediums can control the information coming in. If we do not want to hear or see anything, we can simply say no. This allows us to lead very normal lives, while some suffers of schizophrenia can really struggle to do so (Not saying they cannot lead a normal life, but it is very difficult, just like it is with any other mental illness.) Schizophrenics may also struggle to turn off these experiences in the same way that a psychic medium can, which is why the condition can be so debilitating. Rather than just accusing everyone who claims to be able to hear and see spirits of being schizophrenic, it is better to educate each other on the symptoms so that we can learn the true nature of this illness.
These are some of the symptoms below. As you can see, it is more extensive than just seeing or hearing things.
Behavioural: social isolation, disorganised behaviour, aggression, agitation, compulsive behaviour, excitability, hostility, repetitive movements, self-harm, or lack of restraint
Cognitive: thought disorder, delusion, amnesia, belief that an ordinary event has special and personal meaning, belief that thoughts aren’t one’s own, disorientation, memory loss, mental confusion, or slowness in activity
Mood: anger, anxiety, apathy, feeling detached from self, general discontent, loss of interest or pleasure in activities, elevated mood, or inappropriate emotional response
Psychological: hallucination, paranoia, hearing voices, depression, fear, persecutory delusion, or religious delusion
Speech: circumstantial speech, incoherent speech, rapid and frenzied speaking, or speech disorder
Also common: false belief of superiority, fatigue, impaired motor coordination, or lack of emotional response
10. What if I see evil spirits and demons when I do a reading for someone intuitively?
This can happen sometimes, and this has happened to me. Sometimes this person has an evil attachment on the astral, or you may find that during a reading you are actually attacked on the astral by this attachment. You need to make sure you have protective crystals with you, such as pyrite, obsidian arrowheads or black tourmaline. Make sure you have protective spells over you if you practice witchcraft, and that you can cleanse the evil you are experiencing. If you are using crystals during your readings, stop using your clear quartz or celestite (whatever it is you are using to help you get there) and switch to your protective stones until whatever is attacking you goes away. You can then cleanse with fluorite.
This comes from personal experience, I did a reading and got attacked by some sort of flying demon thing on the astral that was attached to this person I was doing the reading for. I was like K WELL FUCK OFF BRO and immediately swapped to my black tourmaline, started burning sage in the room, and placing white energy over my client to protect them. The demon left, but I had to do a pretty thorough cleanse afterwards. Like fuck off you demon fucktard, can’t you see I’m busy? GOSH I don’t have time to deal with your shit today.

That’s it for the questions, I hope this huge post helped some of you lovelies who messaged me~!

Noteable highlights of tonight’s D&D game:
  • The group defeated my begourder (beholder pumpkin creature of my creation) with it only managing to land a SINGLE ray and it was just the telekinetic one.  Spotswood (halfling cleric) got the HDYWTDT? on it and exploded it with radiant energy causing mooshy pumpkin to get smeared all over everything.
  • Spotswood also acted like a walking bug zapper as twig and needle blights kept running through the radius of his spirit guardians spell and getting vaporized on contact (I didn’t roll a single successful WIS save)
  • During this fight, Ferari (half-elf rogue) rolled a nat 1 on an attack with his bow.  He lied down prone on his back on the roof he was on “I’d like to use my bonus action to hide my shame.”
  • Bug (half-orc monk) had turned into wererat last session but was able to control it.  The party now knows he’s a furry.
  • Bug: Oh yeah it’s SOOO COOOL to hate lycanthropes UNTIL YOU MEET ONE, HUH?
  • The party waited no less than 10 seconds after the battle to foist the plans for a statues the town should build in their honor on the town leader and his UNCONCIOUS WIFE
  • Spotswood used thaumaturgy AT JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT to make his voice 3 times louder and yell “WE SAVED YOUR TOWN…. YOU’RE WELCOME!!!” after the fight
  • The party proceeds to dunk on the town leader and the town’s location, again, maybe only 10 minutes after the fight was won.  Also they improve on their town statue plans by adding a plan for a secret compartment to put the ritual scroll in.
  • We have a heated debate over pineapple on pizza during the break.
  • Ferari tries to convince Spotswood, a man who is older than him and who’s only known him about 10 days, to pose as his son.  They look nothing alike.  Spotswood points this out.  Ferari says they can workshop the idea. (Me: You basically just asked this guy to call you daddy what the HECK)
  • Ferari and Titan (human fighter) have a heated whisper-conversation about Bug’s SECRET LYCANTHROPHY IN FRONT OF EVERYONE.  Luckily everyone rolled SUPER LOW to notice.
  • The town scraped together 150 gp to thank the group and Spotswood proceeded to dump the contents out onto the table immediately after getting the pouch and right in front of the guy who gave it to him (He played it off like he was just pouring it out to split between the party but OH MY GOD)
  • Ferari got to hold the baby he attempted to steal four session ago.  He melted into a puddle of cute goo inside at this because the baby was so goshdarn cute.
  • Rhogar(copper dragonborn bard) made a bunch of “lik the bread”-like poems about the party.  It was beautiful.
  • Spotswood’s favored spell is quickly becoming calm emotions and his favored target for this spell is quickly becoming HIS OWN PARTY.
  • The group pondered whether stuffing the chicken pot (magic pot that can pull forth live chickens) full of seasoning or water would allow the live chickens to come out pre-seasoned or boiled.  They decided it was a bad idea.
  • Also all the chickens they have pulled out of the pot this day have had a bell tied to a leg.  Weird.
  • Also Ferari just nonchalantly broke all 7 chickens’ necks as they were pulled from the pot.
  • Spotswood being asked to burn a 3rd level create food and water spell to make food seasoning.  (this spell created 45 lbs of food and 30 gallons of water).  They ended up creating 5 lbs of spices and the rest was bread and cheese and the water turned to weak-ass ale because Ferari kept changing his mind on what Spotswood should make as he’s casting it.
  • Spotswood (about the weak ale): My goddess said no to the alcohol.
  • Ferari attempting to attach small bells to a creepy undead hand he named Wizard he’s trying to keep as a pet.  The hand attacked him and they almost had a fight.
  • The group trying to coax Mary into talking about her gf.  Mary is SUPER flustered by this.
  • Spotswood contemplates using thaumaturgy to yell “GOODBYE AND YOU’RE WELCOME” at the town before they leave… only to walk outside to the village all waiting to say goodbye to them already.
  • After the party does a quick check-in to tie up some loose plot ends with sending just outside the town, Spotswood DOES used thaumaturgy to yell “THANKYOUBYEEEEE
  • Mary the barmaid rolls a nat 20 survival check to help lead the group to the next big town.  She basically becomes GPS.
  • Rhogar’s past comes up as they approach the next town and everyone notices, but only Spotswood rolls high enough insight to try and ask Rhogar about it.  They play go fish instead because Rhogar keeps deflecting.  We find out Spotswood doesn’t have a super detailed backstory he was just super unlikable and ended up wandering around on his own when his church kicked him out.
  • Ferari and Titan go to see a smith to get some manacles silvered.  My players are only mildly impressed that I spent time researching how to silver something without electricity.  (Me: I hope you’re happy I did a bunch of research on silvering– @saltpix : Oh wow that must have taken you 20 minutes!  Me: Hey, it took a LONG TIME to find stuff on silvering that WASN’T electroplating!  @saltpix : So 30 minutes?  Me: A bird poops on Spotswood)
  • Ferari is accidentally racist for the second time this campaign.
  • Titan buys 2 daggers, 5 hand axes and a glaive.  The party is worried.
  • Bug and Mary find a mapmaker who tries to sell them some Very Fine Vellum Maps~.  Bug immediately declines, buys a cheap paper print version and crushes the man’s dreams.
  • Bug impersonates Ferari when going to rent horses.  He does well on the impression but doesn’t know if he did well on the rental.
  • The group is led by a very nervous Rhogar to a cheap inn, where Mary feels unsafe and Bug makes a friend with the bartender.  There’s only one tiny two-bed room available so Spotswood sleeps in the chest at the foot of the bed.
Closing thoughts on ESC ‘17

◆  What a year, folks! In February, my closest circle of friends and I were quite despondent about the year’s offerings - it seemed like there was plenty of quality in the national finals, but little of it filtering through to Eurovision itself. I would never have dreamt of the firestorm that was about to come: Portugal winning its first Eurovision after almost fifty failed and often criminally underrated attempts is just the crowning surprise as we have a top 3 that, in its entirety, are countries getting their best results ever. 

The last time that all three “medallists” were also countries getting their best result ever at that point was in 2006, where Finland won for the first time, Russia got their best ever second place (Dima besting Alsou a few years before going for gold) and Bosnia & Herzegovina grabbing third. This trinity of victors is even more impressive, consisting of three countries who tend not to qualify, two of which (Portugal and Moldova) having not ever even reached the top 5 before. This was two fingers to those banging the drum about political voting being the be all and end all of Eurovision: here are three nations with few friends amongst juries or televoters, who won big through the strength of their song or stage show. Bravi to all three. Bulgaria has emerged as a powerhouse in the making having beaten their personal record twice on the trot with Poli and now Kristian. It’ll be interesting to see if it’ll be third time lucky to bring the contest to Sofia - and if the other two countries can build on their success last year.

◆ While we are mentioning political voting, however, that ugly beast did raise its head a number of times this year. Audible boos were heard when Cyprus and Greece embarked upon their annual exchange of douzes, but I wonder if that is more cultural than political. What I found lamentable was the overtly political voting of Azerbaijan and Armenia, who put each other last once again - and the former even put Cyprus second last thanks in no small part to the Cypriot being ethnic Armenian and pals with Artsvik. 

My particular award for “how unprofessional can you get?” goes to the Bulgarian jury, which tried to sink their closest rivals - giving no points to the much-vaunted Italians, placing Portugal’s Salvador just a few places below last and giving extremely lowball scores to Belgium, the latter countries that did very well in the televote. Juries on the whole made some very curious choices and seem to be less scrupulous than the televoters in many ways. 

◆ They seem to have favourites year in, year out - Sweden may never slip from the top 5 thanks to jurors’ lip service, and the most curious thing is their continued obsession with Australia, who would have not qualified from the semis were it up to the televoters alone - and received a humiliating two points from them in the final. More conspiracy-prone individuals may wonder if jurors are being encouraged to award Oz so that it has decent enough results to keep in the competition. On the other hand, their lowball scores to very musically meritorious entries like that of Hungary, who entered the top 10 mostly on the strength of its televotes. It feels like the juries do not know on what criteria they are judging. 

◆ At least this year should be controversy free as there was a convergence on the top 2 candidates, with both televoters and jurors agreeing that the best song was Portugal’s and the second best Bulgaria’s. It’s the first time that the jury hasn’t overriden the public vote for 3 years, and the first time ever since the introduction of this 50/50 system that they agree on both winner and runner-up. After two years of scandals and angry televoters, that can only be good for the contest. Unfortunately, there are some “fans” living in a world of alternative facts who claim it was a hoax. I feel sorry for them not being able to acknowledge the win of a country who’s waited so long to dispel their bad luck.

◆ Portugal’s win was the ultimate revindication of using your own language at the Eurovision, but not the only one. Italy did not soar to its expected heights, but got into the combined top 10, as did the tour de force from Joci Pápai, which showed that bilingual songs in which neither language is English can work! (My boss and some of my students ended up singing jáloma loma for the rest of the week xD.) The televoters, once again, show themselves much more open to other languages than many jurors: they would also have elevated the bilingual and bipolar entry from Croatia into the top 10 alongside France, making half the songs in the top 10 featuring another language than English partially or entirely - not a bad figure when that means 5 of the 7 songs featuring another language got into the televoters’ top 10, with Belarus not far behind. Will the qualification and relative success of all the non-English songs finally dispel the myth that one must sing in English to do well? I truly hope so.

◆ A less positive thing to remember the year for was the numerous fiascos at national final level. Spain screwed over its televoters by having the jury pick the winner rather than the public in the event of a tie - the opposite of what happened when Brequette and Ruth Lorenzo were tied some years prior. There were only 5 national finals this year where the public had 100% of the say at all stages - dwarved by the 9 national finals where jurors overrode the televoters’ top choice. It was a bad year for democracy at the national finals, and resulted in a number of “unloved” candidates who could not count on their country’s support.

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British Invasion | 10

Overview:In the middle of her freshman year of high school Riley Matthew’s mother gets a once in a lifetime opportunity to run her firms London Office. Much to everyone’s surprise her mother accepts the job, forcing Riley and her younger brother Auggie to leave behind everything they’ve ever known. Almost three years later the Matthew’s family moves back to New York and Riley comes to realize a lot has changed in the time she’s been gone.
Author’s Notes: Lucas finally finds out about what happened in London that caused The Matthews to move back home. [As always the text in italics are flashbacks.]
Chapter 10: “Oliver & Company.” 
Previous Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9
Word Count: 4,867

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Slowly and reluctantly, Riley uncovers her face. She blinks several times before the streaks of sunlight penetrate the window and practically blind her. She sits up, drags her feet off the bed, and rubs her knuckles into her eyes before stretching her arms out above her head and letting out a well needed yawn. She needed a few more hours of nothingness. Not to sleep, but to prepare, to pour her thoughts out onto a page, reorganize, prioritize and pack them back in again. She had a lot to figure out in terms of her feelings and it didn’t help that whenever she closed her eyes only one person came to mind.

As her feet dangled off the bed and hit the hardwood floor she feels a chill in the air. Curious to see what weather she’d be dealing with that day she opens the window and inhales the crisp, cool air.

“Snow!” She hears Auggie yell from his room. Shortly after she can hear the pitter-patter of his little feet hitting the floor as he runs into her room and up to the window she was still standing in front of. “Riley look it’s snowing!” He beamed, standing on his tippy toes to see out further on the street.

“Yeah, I see it Augs.” She smiles, tussling the younger boy’s bouncy head of curls. “First snow of the season.”

“Let’s go to the roof!” He insists, dragging her by the sleeve of her night shirt. She didn’t bother protesting, she knew he’d win out in the end and she’d never say no to an impromptu play in the snow.

Sticking out her tongue like a little child, they both run outside hand-in-hand. Not caring that it was frigid, they ran and twirled, the heavy snowflakes falling faster and faster, almost mimicking their eccentric twirling.

She blinked thoughtfully as the frost patiently kissed her face, she adored the snow, more so when it was falling. The street always looked like an unfinished painting. Like so much of the canvas was still perfectly white, as if waiting for the artists hand to return.

“It’s freezing out here.” They hear Topanga say from the door, “Come back inside.”

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anonymous asked:

Wait, did I read your tags right about Jensen going commando - he's told stories about whipping it out to other actors? That's amazing, omg, do you remember where you heard that?

I’m on mobile right now so I can’t find you links, but yes. You read right. At prior cons, Jensen and Jared have shared stories about how during filming, they (and even the camera men) would be naked from the waist down (or whip dicks out) in order to prank the actors shooting their coverage.

They’ve repeatedly indicated that it’s a very raunchy set. It is why there are two versions of each season’s gag reel: one X rated one full of nudity, innuendo, and dick jokes that gets shown at the wrap party that is often a half hour to an hour long, and another shorter, tamer version that gets released to the rest of us. (Think of how we had almost no gag reel from the destiel 9x06 counter scene when we were told repeatedly at cons that the scene took hours to film because of Jensen’s dick jokes. Or how Misha originally thought the season 5 blow job mime Jensen made *didn’t* make it into *our* gag reel, but assumed someone on the set had leaked it.)

As for him going commando, there are posts about it if you search blogs that have good archives/tags. It is known. He doesn’t always do it, but there’s plenty of evidence that he does sometimes!

Second Chances

Dean Winchester x Reader

1500 Words

Summary:  No matter where, or what you were doing, you would always go when the Winchester’s asked. Dean had a special place in your heart, even though he didn’t know, and you would do anything for him. Even dying to save his life.

Author’s Note. Angst

No matter what you were doing, or where you were, when the Winchester’s called you for help, you answered. There had been many a case you had passed on, just so you could head out and help the Winchester’s with whatever they needed. Be it research, or just an extra gun, they knew you would always be there for them, and you wanted to keep it that way.

That’s why, when they called you this time, you hauled ass from Washington, meeting them at Bobby’s house as soon as you could. It didn’t matter that the vampire hadn’t been taken care of, or the guy’s whose number you threw away never got called. What mattered was the fact you would get to see your mossy green eyed hunter again. You would get to hear him say your name in that deep, throaty voice that sent pleasure coursing through your body. Even though he didn’t realize it, your love for him was what made you drop everything and run to him, each and every time.

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Hurt pt. 1

Main Characters: Peter x Reader

Warnings: Sympathy for Peter? Mention of dead Animals.

Summary: After a pack meeting starts dying down and turning into a hangout session, things get a little heated with Stiles and Peter, Peter finally lets it all out to you.

A/N: This is my first imagine so let me know how you like it! Also, there’s basically no timeline and these are characters I like. All protagonists in my stories are over 18 if with older characters.

P.s there will be a part two​

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You faintly heard the door to Derek’s loft slide closed, as you glanced around the room to gauge everyone’s reactions. Scott sat next to Kira on the couch with Lydia next to her; both girls sat looking unaffected as Scott began to ramble about the newest lore he’d read - you wondered if it was just to distract them. You watched Derek, leaned against the wall arms folded, jaw tight, you could almost feel the annoyance radiating off of him. Moments passed and it became evidently clear that no one was going to acknowledge what just happened as you watched Stiles, Isaac and Liam begin to fight over who would get the last slice of a pizza that wasn’t even halfway eaten. It had to be you, you sighed and stood, gathering all your things quickly.


“I’m gonna head out” you muttered walking out the door before everyone could even say their goodbyes.


You heard a ‘what the hell was that’ from Stiles as you began power walking to your car. It’s not like you and Peter had been the best of friends but, as hard as it was to admit, you did care about him and sometimes you thought he didn’t deserve half of the shit he got. Sometimes. However, he did deserve the common decency of someone checking on him. When you arrived to your car you threw everything in haphazardly and sped away to go and look for Peter, you took a sharp turn off the road and drove through the woods, hoping you’d find him there. Of course you’d find him there, they were always in the woods. As you scanned the woods you thought back to less than 5 minutes ago…
/Flashback

“Really Peter? Because most of us think that’s where you belong - no, you know what? You belong in a hole in the ground where we put you in the first place, remember?” Stiles said with a huff as he ate a handful of popcorn rather aggressively. Somebody’s having a bad day.

“Woah Stiles” you glanced at Peter with a slightly concerned expression. All he did was roll his eyes… This was usual for them, Peter made a joke or, at least what he thought was a joke, and Stiles would insult Peter and you tried to mediate.

“No, not ‘woah’ [Y/N] he thinks he can say what he wants and do what he wants, well he can’t and I’m sick of everyone ignoring it and pretending like he’s either not here or that he’s part of the pack” he turned his attention back to Peter. “ Seriously why *are* you here? Is it simply to annoy us? To eat the free food that [Y/N] so kindly brought?”

“I don’t mind-” you tried to interject, Peter’s eyes found yours as amusement laced his features but it quickly faded as Stiles continued his tirade.

“Or is it because you want to constantly remind us of the biggest failure that we have done since this all started? Not killing you successfully?!” Stiles voice rose steadily until he was telling by the end of his sentence. Everyone watched with wide eyes and you didn’t know if they stayed silent because of the shock or because they agreed. Your eyes shifted off of Stiles and back to Peter just in time to catch his eyes change, not in color but, in emotion-he was hurt- just as you saw it, the hurt was gone… so quickly you thought you’d imagined it. “Face it Peter we hate-”

“Enough! Stiles.” Derek sighed, stopping him more out of annoyance than defense. That earned an eye roll from Stiles.

Peter clapped slowly three times “Well, Stiles now I know what you’ll be doing in the off season of your silly little lacrosse team. I can’t wait to see you in the theater. The drama ” he stated nonchalantly maybe the hurt was just your imagination, you thought briefly you wanted you believe that but, the way his body went rigid was enough of a giveaway, not that you’d often watched Peter’s body language or anything. “And with that, I should take my leave.” Peter stated simply and pulled the sliding door open forcefully…. Now that was not the usual.
/End Flashback/


You swerved just narrowly missing a barrage of trees as a piece of bark hit your window you hit the breaks and turned your head to the direction it came from. You turned off your car and hopped out, slowly walking to the figure that you knew could only be Peter, slashing at a large tree with his claws a small pile of deer nearly shredded to pieces stacked in the distance.

“Peter..” you said softly his back turned away from you as you approached him. He knew it was you, he was a werewolf for goodness sakes, but that soft almost whisper of his name was all it took for him to let go.

“They hate ME?!” The last word coming out as a roar. “Me? Who spent six years in a coma healing myself after my entire family was set on fire. Sure I sought out revenge one those who wronged me,” Peter watched with glowing blue eyes as your hand came to a rest on his shoulder “but who wouldn’t after watching their twelve year old niece burn, their seventy two year old grandfather, their-” he choked down a wail, and turned to you watching as tears were streaming down your cheeks and you gripped him tightly forcing him into a hug. “They burned me alive…” he whispered into your neck, his breath tickling your skin. You could feel your shirt dampening as his tears hit your skin.

“I know Peter, I know…” The words came out so quietly you could barely hear them yourself. You ran your fingers through his hair gingerly. You had no idea how you got into this position, you; sitting on your knees, legs bent to the side, him; head in your lap almost buried in your stomach he was on his side you were sure he’d be in a fetal position if you weren’t there.

“They burned me alive and he slashed my throat”  you sucked in a breath as you realised that he wasn’t just talking about Kate and the hunters… He was talking about your friends. You raised your head to wipe your eyes, not even noticing that you were staring at him. Your eyes were met with two pairs staring back at you one glowing blue and the other glowing red - Derek and Scott - you had no idea when they’d arrived, but they were there staring with confused yet somber expressions. You lifted a shakey hand to your face pressing your index finger to your lips and pursing them ever so slightly… Silently willing them to leave and stay as quiet as possible. You didn’t know if Peter noticed them, if he didn’t it had to be because of his cries and your thumping heart your fingers in his hair, the distractions. And if he did notice? He would never let anyone know, most likely not even you.

It had to be hard being Peter, he was always the bad guy. Even when you watched your friends fret over Nogitsune’s, Alpha Packs, Dread doctor’s a Deadpool and everything in between. Peter was still the worst of them all, or so he probably felt. He still kept at it though, always showing up to pack meetings, saving your lives more times than you can count, you’re pretty sure he’s helped Liam with his homework before. You looked at the man below you, knowing that this would be the last time that he would allow anyone to see him this way.

Nearly twenty minutes after you watched Scott and Derek leave you began to stand bringing Peter up with you. You both walked to your car and slid in silently, that was the tune of ride, silence, with only a ‘buckle up’ from you and scoff that covered a small laugh from him. When you got to his apartment downtown you both sat in the car for what felt like hours but it couldn’t have been more than ten minutes Peter made a move to get out of the car.

“Peter” you said hastily. He froze his movements and held on to the door now slightly ajar, he didn’t turn to face you. “I have to pee” it wasn’t a lie. He continued his movements leaving the car. You began turning the key to start the car again until you looked up and saw that Peter was still standing there with a raised eyebrow as if to say well? You quickly shut off your car and got out a little too eagerly, you hoped he would mistake it as a full bladder. He led you down the  through the fancy lobby and to the elevator, the elegance of the building always amused you it was so… Peter. You felt more out of place tonight than ever with your crop top and now muddy shoes and jeans you were thankful that it was nearing midnight and more so when you took a glance at the security guard and he was nodding off.

When you reached his door he ushered you inside “You know where it is” he tilted his head in the direction of the second bathroom. As you walked through taking everything in, something you always did when entering someone’s place, especially in Peter’s apartment it looked like it belonged in a home design magazine. Peter lived in a three bedroom apartment with a beautiful view of Beacon Hills, his living room filled with perfectly coordinated blue and grey furniture with a large television that sat between two bookshelves. His kitchen stocked with the latest coffee maker, stove, and stainless steel cookware. The  second bathroom was as large as the master bath in your one bedroom. No real decorations, that wasn’t his space, that was for guests and he didn’t care enough.

That was as far as you went when everyone was here, Peter and Lydia were the only ones with access to a pool and, well Lydia was getting tired of cleaning up after all of you and no one really ever offered to help clean anyway. So when the secret slipped out that Peter had a fancy apartment with a heated pool and 24/7 access well the rest is self explanatory and Peter well he got used to it… eventually. He even began to smile more, had food ready when everyone arrived and even cracked a light-hearted joke that earned a few laughs on occasion. He felt like he was becoming part of the pack you suspected that that’s why Stiles’s words hurt him so much. He could be the bad guy but sometimes the weight of being bad crushed you.

You walked out of the bathroom and looked down the hall searching for Peter. His bedroom door was left open and you watched him climb into bed he looked as though everything from tonight was weighing on him he didn’t even bother to change his clothes and you didn’t think Peter the type to sleep in the previous day’s clothes especially this muddy. You watched as the moonlight danced across his features, you always thought he looked best in the moonlight. Say what you will about the man but he was a gorgeous one, hell all your friends were beautiful. You’d hit on Lydia if you played for that team. Your mind went back to the man in front of you, is that what you and Peter were? Friends?

“And they say I’m the creepy shadow lurker” his voice snapped your mind from wandering. You watched him prop himself up on his elbows and forearms while a smirk found it’s way to his face, you almost thought that he was back to his normal self but you watched his eyes as they flashed vulnerability. You took that as an invitation to join him kicking off your shoes and crawling into the bed purposely putting space between the two of you, just because he needed company didn’t mean he needed that kind of company, heat rose to your cheeks at the idea. 


“You still are” you matched his smirk as your eyes closed and you got settled in. Peter let out a soft low growl and rolled onto his side, facing you he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to him. His head lay on your stomach both arms still wrapped around you falling asleep moments later to you running your fingers through his hair and you to the soft steady beat of his chest rising and falling.

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Nicky finds out what dusha means

so i’ve had this prompt for a while (it’s in reference to this post i made about andrew and neil speaking russian) and decided to pair it with 

What if a media person can understand russian and can understand everything that neil and andrew say on the court (they say both fluffy and explicit things) but the person is listening to the other commentators talk about how much andreil hate each other and is trying super hard not to laugh

which is another prompt i have! here is the mess that is the press uncovers exactly what andrew and neil say to each other when on the court together:

  • andrew and neil had been casually throwing around russian words to each other for quite a while now
  • when they were foxes, there was some coverage of their games (although they’re a Class I Exy team, it still is only at a collegiate level) but it was mostly done by in state stations and maybe talked about on ESPN in the collegiate exy segments
  • andrew and neil never encountered anyone during their time at palmetto who could also speak russian and they knew that they might eventually get caught calling each other nice names, but they didn’t really care
  • when they we’re still on different teams is when someone finally catches on
  • it was like any game they played each other since they started on separate teams, neil played his hardest (as he always did) and andrew shut down the goal (as he always did when playing neil)

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Masked - Part 6

Word Count: 2111

Pairing: Avengers x Reader, Peter Parker x Reader 

Warnings: FLUFF, Mentions of blood, Language

A/N: Yay part six!! Hope you’re ready for some Reader x Peter fluff ;) Also thanks for supporting the series everyone it means a lot! 

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Originally posted by relationshipaims

The walk to the pizza place wasn’t very long, but with crowds in New York, everything took longer than it needed to be. Peter suggested to swing there, but you just wanted a night with no powers and no responsibility. Besides, you liked taking time and enjoying what the city had to offer. After taking on the role of Rouge Hex, you didn’t have much time to yourself and that time only got shorter once you joined the Avengers. You had training, school work, and crime fighting one after another - which made your head spin.

Nights like these, however, you grew to cherish. You were (Y/N). Not an Avenger, not an enhanced individual, not Rouge Hex, just you. You loved how the city shined during the evening, the loud noises from cars stuck in traffic, the different smells of fast food, you loved it all. What made it even better was the look on Peter’s face as he pointed to some of his favorite spots. A smile never left his face as he continued talking excited while you chuckled at his cuteness.

“Oh and that alley over there has this really cool spot you can sit on to take amazing pictures,” He added as you chuckled once more. Peter smirked at you while you continued laughing. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, you’re just cute. That’s all,” You winked as his face turned red.

“Oh,” He laughed nervously, taking your hand in his. “The pizza place is right over there. Come on, I’m starving.”

Nodding, you were dragged along by Peter trying to squeeze your way through people. Some got out of your way, while others gave you nasty looks as they continued whatever they were doing. Arriving at the entrance of the Pizza place, you looked at the sign that said “Joe’s Pizza.” Walking inside, you listened to music playing softly as your eyes landed on the pizzas up front. Your mouth watered as you placed your order with Peter.

“Here, I’ll pay,” You said taking out your phone that was hook up with your bank account.

“I got it handled,” Peter responded handing the money over before you could say anything else.

Peter gave you a small grin as you rolled your eyes playfully. This boy was going to be the death of you, you knew it. Once the pizzas were handed to you, you followed Peter to a booth carrying your drinks as he carried the pizzas. Taking a small bite of the pizza as you sat down, you let out a satisfied moan. Spiderling was right, this was a great pizza place.

“I’m guessing you like the pizza then,” He giggled with as you took another bite.

“It’s so damn good,” You muttered with your mouth full.

Peter laughed loudly, earning a few looks from a couple customers. You began to laugh as you watched the random strangers mumble to themselves about your peculiar behavior.

Every time you’re with Peter, you find it so easy to be yourself. You felt like a normal person when you were with him. He saw you as you are, not some freak with weird alien powers, and that made you fall head over heels for him. You didn’t even realize he was snapping pictures of you until you glanced up from your pizza.

“What are you doing Parker?” You asked with your mouth still full of food.

“Taking pictures of you?” He sheepishly responded while he set his phone on the table.

“Because?”

“You look cute.”

Feeling your face flush, you smiled a bit before taking a sip of your drink. Dinner continued to go smoothly as you two took the time to get to know each other. Even after spending so much time together in the past few weeks, you still had a lot to learn about each other. Of course, you went over the basic stuff like favorite color, food, season…  the basic twenty questions gist. Then it switched to embarrassing moments of when you two started crime fighting.

“Wait, hold on, let me get this straight,” You said trying not to speak so loudly. “You, a guy with senses dialed up to an eleven, managed to swing face first into a building? And somehow you only ended up with a nasty bruise on your shoulder?”

“Yeah, not my finest hour,” He said as you were in the middle of a fit of giggles.

“You think that is bad? How about reading the police scanner wrong and showing up at the wrong bank.”

Peter choked on his drink. “You didn’t.”

“I did and I’m pretty sure one of the bank tellers fainted. I wouldn’t know because I got out of there as fast as I came in. It’s a good thing I wear a mask,” You whispered.

“Well, I haven’t done that, yet.”

“Well, to be fair, I was up late the other night doing homework and - wow is that the time?” You asked glancing at your phone. The team was going to be back soon and you knew if you weren’t back at the base, they would worry. You learned that the hard way when you left your phone at the compound when you were out on patrol by yourself. You had never seen so many adults with worried expressions at once.

“Wow I didn’t realize it was that late,” Peter said checking his phone. “I guess we should go then. I know how the team gets when you’re out late.”

“Yeah,” You said half-heartedly thinking about the events that happened before Peter came over.

“You okay?”

“Let’s get going,” You suggested while throwing your trash away.  

Peter followed you out as you shivered from the gust of cold air. You forgot to grab a jacket since you were so caught up in Peter asking you out on a date. You tried to warm up by rubbing your hands against your arms to make some heat.

“Here take my hoodie, it’s cold,” Peter said taking his hoodie off and handing to you.

Being too cold to refuse, you slipped it over your head and thanked him. Walking through some crowds you felt a hand grab your arm and pulled you into a nearby alleyway. Confused you turned around only to find it was Peter.

“What-”

“You never answered my question back at the pizza place and you been acting weird ever since. What’s wrong?” Peter asked with concern.

“It’s nothing, Pete.”

“(Y/N).”

“I swear it’s nothing,” You said trying to push your way past him.

“(Y/N),” he said grabbing onto your shoulders.

You sighed. “Promise not to freak out?”

“Why would I freak out? (Y/N) what’s wrong?”

“So ever since I got these powers I had you know these side effects. They mostly happen when I overuse my powers but lately they been happening randomly.”

“What kind of side effects?”

“Well at first I use to get nose bleeds and then my eyes started to bleed once in awhile. Sometimes they both happen at the same time and I feel lightheaded. I didn’t tell anyone because I knew they would freak out. Which was proven today when my eyes randomly started bleeding in front of Steve, Sam, Bucky, and Tony.” You said looking at the ground.

“So you’re worried that…?”

“That the guys will tell everyone else and I’ll look like this weak person. Which I’m not, I just have a lot of things wrong with me. I know everyone wouldn’t want to deal with me if they knew so I didn’t tell everyone.”

Without saying anything else, Peter wrapped you in a hug and held you tight. Smiling into the crook of his neck, you breathed in his scent, not wanting to let go. You oddly felt safe in his arms, and normally this was a feeling you never felt.

“Thank you,” You mumbled into Peter’s shoulder as he broke the hug.

“First off, none of us see you as a weak person. In fact, we see you as a badass hero with amazing powers. And secondarily, the team won’t abandon you so easily, especially me. You’re amazing, your laugh is adorable, and I-”

“You what?” You asked noticing your faces were inches apart from each other.

Without saying another word, Peter smashed his lips onto yours and you gasped in surprised. Smiling, you leaned into the kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Peter then wrapped his arms around your waist deepening the kissing for a few more moments. Breaking apart, the two you tried to catch your breath as you grinned wildly.

“Wow,” You said breathlessly trying to get your thoughts straight.

“I-I don’t know what came over me,” Peter sheepishly said.

Giggling at his antics, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him in for another quick kiss. With your arms still tightly wrapped around his neck, resting your forehead against his.

“I would kiss you again but it’s started to get really cold,” You giggled again.

“Says the person wearing my hoodie,” Peter scoffed.

“Is the itsy bitsy spider upset?” You teased grabbing his hand and walking out of the alleyway. “If you want to kiss me some more let’s get back to the compound.”

Without another word, Peter picked you up as you like out a squeal. Running down the street carrying you bridal style, the both of you couldn’t stop laughing. Sure, you two got nasty looks from strangers, but they weren’t having as much fun as you were. Surprisingly for a guy Peter’s size, he was able to run pretty fast even through the crowded streets. You made it back to the compound in record time and he barely broke a sweat.

“You are a man of many surprises, Parker.” You said walking into the elevator to go to the living room. “I’m pretty sure the team isn’t back yet.”

“Then it’s our lucky day,” Peter said pulling you closer.

“Someone’s a bit eager aren’t they?”

“Shut up and kiss me already.”

Rolling your eyes, you leaned in for another kiss completely ignoring the elevator doors opening. Not aware of your surroundings, the two of you didn’t notice that in fact, the team was watching your makeout session.

“Parker got some game!” Sam yelled as the two you broke apart quickly.

“Oh God,” Peter muttered as his face went as red as his suit.

“Hey, guys…” You mumbled walking out of the elevator. “How long were you-”

“We saw the whole thing sweetheart,” Tony chuckled.

Covering your face in embarrassment, you let out an awkward laugh as the team continued to tease the two of you. Pietro started singing love songs as the others asked for details that you wouldn’t be telling. While this was happening, Peter’s phone buzzed and he let out a sigh.

“That’s my Aunt May, she wants me to come home.”

“Oh,” You answered sadly giving him a hug. While hugging him you glanced over to the team mouthing for you two to kiss. “You guys are actual five-year-olds.”

Letting Peter leave, you watched the team gesture over to him.You sighed while quickly grabbing his arm and spinning him back around to face you. The team knew how to get on your nerves but if this was going to shut them up, you were going to do it. Giving Peter a quick peck on the lips, you heard the whole team burst into cheers and whistling.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” You said sending the spiderling on his way.

“Details now,” Natasha demanded before eyeing the hoodie you were wearing. “You’re wearing Parker’s hoodie.”

“I’m going to bed,” You grumbled.

You stepped into the elevator and pressed your floor button repeatedly, waiting for the doors to shut. Before you could question what was happening, Wanda sprinted in holding the doors open.

“Nat, hurry your ass up!” Wanda yelled as the assassin carried some junk food. “Boys don’t you even dare come near me.”

Natasha then pushed Clint out of the way and gracefully landed inside. The doors shut quickly and then you were left with two grinning Avengers. You should have seen this coming the moment you and Peter were caught.

“I think it’s time for a long overdue girls night,” Natasha added adjusting the junk food in her hands.

“If we run out of junk, I’ll make Vision grab it. He won’t question anything and, unlike some people, won’t disrupt our girls night,” Wanda said.

“I’m assuming I don’t get a say in this do I?” You asked. They both nodded. “I hate everyone.”

“Love you too,” They both responded, dragging you into your room.

It was definitely going to be an interesting night whether you like it or not.  

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Try-Hard (M) | 02 (Final)

Originally posted by jjungkook

Summary: Spending the night in Jungkook’s dorm leads to a misunderstanding, and now he’s been avoiding you since. However, Yoongi has a plan to get you guys to finally talk to each other. And he has just the party for it.

Members: Jungkook, ft. Yoongi continuing to be a little shit

Word Count: 5.7k

Genre: Fluff, smut

A/N: Here’s the second part of Try-Hard! Thank you all for your support and liking Rugby!Jungkook so much! Hopefully I can write more of him in the future, but for now, here’s the last part~

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Highlights for tonight's amazing episode of The Walking Dead

Ok, so the walking dead right now I am shaking I can’t take how amazing it was. RICHONNE SHIPPERS HELP ME HELP ME OFF THE FLOOR!!!!


#1 Richonne..just Richonne they had pretty much a full episodes to themselves to night and I am shook.

#2 Richonne going on a scavenging vacation together..fan sex, candle lit bean dinner, LAUGHING AFTER HAVING A ROOF CAVE IN ON THEM!! Picking each other up when either is in doubt..just

#3 RICK MENTIONING GLENN!!! “He saved me but I couldn’t save him.” HE BLAMES HIMSELF!!!! Just..I was waiting but I wasn’t ready

#4 Judith becoming Tara is therapist and just how everyone is taking care of Judith but Rick

#5 father Gabriel basically shutting Rostia is salty ass in the most shadiest way of, “bitch you alive get over it.”

#6 TARA IS GOING TO TELL RICK ABOUT OCEANSIDE WE ARE GETTING A OCEAN SIDE EPISODE

#7 did I mention Richonne and how I am in love with this ultimate power couple?

#8 RICK THROWING MICHONNE IS KATANA AND HER CATCHING IT MID AIR!!!

#9 Michonne brining leader Rick back all by herself

#10 Michonne basically cashing out after thinking Rick died

#11 MICHONNE BEING SO SCARED HAS TO LOSE RICK SHE COULDN’T EVEN KEEP IT TOGETHER

#12 Michonne talked Rick up and Rick brought that same faith back to her when he saw she was scared

#13 Michonne jumping into Rick is arms!!!!

#14 Michonne representing the fandom when Rick came out from that hiding spot

#15 ok but, if you aren’t willing to scavenge for food and guns then have van sex then what’s the point???

#16 RICK PULLING A FUCKING GLENN AND GIVING ME A HEART ATTACK

#17 “I can’t lose you.” Lord help me help me

#18 the light hearted feel with Richonnes in tonight’s episode

#19 Richonne love scene the Richonne love scene

#20 Richonne is dinner date!!!!!! They are so good together

#21 Richonne basically showing us what a healthy relationship is..carrying each other when the other can’t do it themselves

#22 Michonne smiling while watching Rick sleep…

#23 Rick doesn’t want to lead…BUT HE WANTS TO DO IT TOGETHER WITH MICHONNE

#23 Rick at the beginning of the season was in tears half the time…now he’s smiling and laughing and is so hopeful

#24 I can’t take all the character/weapons reunion in this season..first Rick and his Python, Daryl and his crossbow, Sasha and her sniper

#25 find someone to have enough faith in you to take on 8 walkers all by yourself

#26 Rick and Michonne just are so comfortable and happy

#27 Rick finally finding a women who he can rely on. One he can trust to take care of him has much has he takes care of her. A mutual respect between two adults he love and respect each other to do anything together..

#28 Rick finding so much comfort in Michonne he can open up to her about Judith, and Glenn

#29 Rick upping the gun trade just so Michonne could keep the trash cat #30 Michonne ready to die then coming back to life again seeing Rick


All in all, tonight’s episode is one of the best of the season..I just, so many feels so many amazing moments is why I love this show. Richonne shippers help me out and talk me down

I swear I am going to end up in Radley after this show is finished

I’m not sure if I’m slightly upset we didn’t get to see the dialogue between Aria and Nicole, only because its been so dragged out with Ezra being gone for the most of 7B. Why has Ezra been missing this whole time? I mean it’s so confusing since Nicole is NOT in NY but close enough for Aria to have driven to the clinic, yet he doesn’t even come home to change his clothes and have some rest? Shady Ezra, shady. 


So do all members of the A team have keys to all the liars’ houses just like Mona? The idea of people creeping in and out of a house is so frustrating. You’ve been doing this for how many years? Since you were 16? Why are there no cameras anywhere near your damn houses? SERIOUSLY?! 


Aria is being shady. Honestly no wonder Ezria is a couple, they are both shady. I think I have been completely desensitized to their “shock faces”, all I keep thinking is “I know you’re part of this”. 

Okay so this episode was awesome and the fact that some answers are smacking me straight in the face is amazing. However I have a couple questions because I am genuinely confused after watching it. So now, I am re watching this. Because it’s not like I have 2 essays due *cough cough* - moving on. 

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Overall thoughts on the finale

I believe my feelings can be summed up in one gif:

  • Just watching the ‘previously on’ segment has me nervous.
  • Oh, god, we’re starting in the hospital with flickering lights. That’s probably not a good sign.
  • And we’re staring with Liam. Definitely not a good sign. And did his hair actually get worse? I think it got worse.
  • …what: 

Okay, so, they’re actually in nowheresville/alternate dimension? But why does nowheresville now have a replica hospital instead of just being a train station? 

  • Still not over the fact that they named a town Boneville:
  • …so…wait…Liam is still actually in Beacon Hills? Why are the signs there? I’m less than 2 minutes in and already confused as fuck haha.
  • “LYDIA” Stiles!”
  • “SHERIFF: Give the boy some room!” So the ghost riders just let people come with their weapons lmao? And sheriff is dumb enough to shoot up into a crowd? And can people actually get hurt here in nowheresville? Like, if sheriff just straight up started shooting right now, what would even happen? The people were already erased from reality, can they even get hurt? 
  • Also, how long was sheriff in there? Because, like, back in 6x05 when new people got dropped off, the ghost riders legitimately dropped them off right in front of everyone else, they didn’t just inconspicuously materialize. So, given that logic, sheriff’s been there at least a hot minute and, yet, he didn’t automatically go to Stiles? It’s not like Stiles was hard to find, he was standing off to the side all by himself? Or why didn’t Stiles notice him arrive? Maybe this was explained in another episode, but I kinda doubt it, so:
  • As  much as I love Stilinski family moments, I’m still bitter as fuck over the fact that Stiles wasn’t worrying about his father this whole damn time. 
  • Well, that nice moment lasted all of 2 seconds before getting shot down by stydia baiting.
  • “SHERIFF: We’ll find each other again.” What the fuck even? Can’t let Stiles relationship with his own fucking father encroach on the stydia? 
  • “SHERIFF: I’ll hold them back.” literally how the fuck? True alpha scott and his pack couldn’t do that, but human sheriff can? How? We already know guns don’t work against them? 
  • Okay this is all ridiculous and I’m in pain, but damn Dylan looks good
  • “LYDIA: When I kissed you!” …did they kiss again? Somehow? Like through a mirror portal or some shit? Did I fucking miss it? Or are they talking about when she slammed her mouth on his back in 3a? Because I swear  to fucking god if they’re suddenly playing that her stopping his panic attack was because she has feelings for him….
  • Look how awkward her hand is:

She looks like ET

  • And seriously I’m seeing nothing but:
  • Posey is me while watching this:
  • “MALIA: We didn’t see anyone.” Okay, so, one I’m really over this whole ‘only Lydia has any connection with Stiles shit’ as if Scott wouldn’t and the credits haven’t even rolled yet.  Like, unless it’s because she’s a banshee, they can miss me with this bullshit. Two, why does Malia answer for other people? Like how could she know what Scott saw? Three, get out of here with this scalia. I can feel it coming. 
  • LMFAO: 

So Stiles canonically has a stronger bond with his jeep than he does with Lydia, Scott, or Malia? I’m here for it. #stoscoe

  • Question: how the fuck did Stiles make it through without being burned to death? 
  •  …how are the credits just now rolling? I feel like I just sat through a half hour of bullshit and it hasn’t even been 5 minutes.
  • Whoa, his hair did get worse:

He looks like a wet dog. I guess that’s fitting. 

  • Seriously? They just wrote Scott out of that scene because Liam doesn’t know how to use his words? So they could go full throttle with the stydia bullshit with a stalia love triangle that is literally seasons too late? 
  • Aw, but Stiles still goes to Scott’s house first. That’s how it should always be. Why they gotta play at this dumbass ship baiting when they could focus on their friendship instead?      
  • Still not over the fact that they change what the McCall house looks like in every season haha. 
  • Why would Stiles even go to the station? He knows his dad is missing? Who is he looking for? It’s  not like Beacon Hills Sheriff’s Department has ever been any help to him lmao
  • And a radio? Why is he not just, y’know, getting a fucking phone and calling people? 
  • And if the whole town is gone, why didn’t we see any of those people in the station when we saw sheriff?
  • Okay, how do they know Stiles actually made it out into the real world? Like, I get that Lydia says she saw him, but when he didn’t just walk through that tunnel thingy, why would they assume that this means he made it into their world? Wouldn’t the logical conclusion be that it didn’t work and he’s still stuck in nowheresville?
  • “MALIA: Stiles isn’t coming here. If he was, he would have. And he hasn’t, so he’s not.” First of all, what the fuck kind of logic? How long has it even been? 20 minutes? Chill the fuck out. Second, if they all think Stiles is out running around, why the fuck wouldn’t they automatically all split up and go to the places they think he would go? Like, y’know, his home, or Scott’s home, or the sheriff’s station? Third, I hate when this show makes it to where Lydia has-an-IQ-of-170 Martin is dumb as a fucking rock while Malia spent-the-better-part-of-a-decade-licking-her-own-ass-in-the-woods Tate is somehow the only with a goddamn brain.
  • Okay, so the two worlds are converging…what’s the point of this?
  • Oh god, not this fuck again:
  • Oh sweet baby jesus:

I got a whole list for this one:

  1. Stop trying to put these two together, Teen Wolf. They ain’t friends and Lydia doesn’t deserve this. 
  2. Why are they staring at the tread marks when obviously the JEEP IS FUCKING GONE. LIKE, IS THAT NOT A BIG ENOUGH CLUE? 
  3. And wouldn’t they have been keeping tabs on the jeep during this whole ordeal? So they should know it had to have been moved recently?
  4. Is Lydia fucking Scooby Doo? She gonna sniff that tire mark? The fuck she doing on the ground like that?
  5. I am not fucking here for a Malia and Lydia scene to be paralleling Stiles and Derek:  
  • And how can Malia suddenly not smell him?
  • And what in the absolute fuck is Malia wearing: 

Why is that shirt so fucking long? And look at those boots. Why does wardrobe hate her    

  • “MALIA: Well, half the time he got it started with a screwdriver.”

I get so mad when they act like Malia would be the only one to know this and not Lydia. Lydia’s been around Stiles and that damn jeep way before Malia was even a thing. 

  • Hahahaha:
  • A+ cinematography:
  • Parrish is evil now? Or just controlled? Boy, they’ll literally do anything to force stydia in this episode, won’t they lmao?
  • “NAZI: And I’ll have a true alpha by my side.” Lmao as if that’s a selling point by now. Scott never does shit because they’re too busy trying to make Malia and Liam special. 
  • All I’m getting from this scene is that even after spending fuck knows how long in nowheresville, Stiles is still the only competent one and he accomplishes more in the short time he’s been back than all of them have in months lmao. Like, did he essentially save himself? And then he found them? And then he’s probably gonna be the one to save the town
  • Watching that sciles hug, man, I started out like:

…then came the weird back patting…

…and then they completely destroyed it with Liam and a cheap attempt at getting a laugh

 #whycantwehavenicethings

  • Oh my good god: 
  • I cannot: 
  • “MALIA: Why is there a train station in the middle of the library?” Is this line supposed to be funny? Teen Wolf, making the character you just tried to play off as intelligent suddenly mentally challenged is just confusing, not amusing. ·
  • “MALIA: Any chance they’re connected?” What the fuck. No one is that goddamn stupid
  • “MALIA: ITS’ BAD WE HAVE TO GO!” Literally what I am saying to myself as I watch Shelley’s attempt at acting in this scene. 
  • “LYDIA: Maybe there’s someone who can.” It  better not be…
  • Aw fuck I managed to get forget about Mason and Hayden until this point.
  • Look at Mason in that shirt:

The transformation into Stiles 2.0 is complete, I see.

  • Now there are 57 rooms in the train station? What the fuck
  • Is that Randall on the train’s pa system? Why?
  • And how does Mason always know where Randall is? Is Mason supernatural or is this show just stupid? I’m guessing stupid.
  • “STILES: Okay, if they don’t let me graduate, I swear to god!” Oh, I’m sure they will. Makes as much sense as anything else in this damn show. I foresee a painful scene with Natalie in this episode’s future. And I guess we know how they’re writing Stiles/Dylan off. Love how the dropped this just 11 minutes into the finale. Do I even need to keep watching now? He’s clearly gonna graduate and go off to college or maybe the academy· 
  • And, wait, he was gone for 3 months? Like, I know they’re doing that so graduation can happen, but there was a 3 month time jump since season 5 which put us at January. Now it’s been another three months so they’re at March, maybe April if the show wants to push it. But they’re acting like graduation is happening right away? So either Teen Wolf fucked up their timeline again which would not be a surprise or there’s going to be a time jump of at least a month in this episode? I don’t know which option is worse…
  • How can they just grab Parrish when he’s on fire? Werewolves aren’t fire proof? At all? Like the show is pretty heavily based in werewolves not being fire resistant *cough * the Hales *cough* I mean, how many fucking time have they burned Peter now?
  • And Liam screaming? Is this supposed to be funny because I’m too distracted by the fact that they are completely unharmed and their clothes aren’t even singed to remember to laugh. 
  • I’m still not over Parrish’s magical modesty shorts lmao
  • “STILES: Buddy, I love you, but we’re way past that.” 
  • He wants the supernatural army in their world? Okay, but, like, wasn’t it already?
  • You can divert it? They’re just gonna be like, ‘well, fuck the town to the left of us’ lmao?
  • So now there’s a complete other world? Fuck this plot, man haha. 
  • “LIAM: We can’t move between worlds, but Corey can!” 

Deus ex Randall strikes again. And I swear to fucking god they straight up yanked his plot right out of monster’s inc. I’m predicting that someone is gonna end up banished in the Himalayas at the end of this episode.

  • Why can’t anyone run like a normal fucking person on this show?
  • “STILES: Were we like that?” “SCOTT: Worse.” I love when this show tries to play that angle and make it seem like the newbies are how the originals were. No. Nobody in the first three seasons was ever that terribly written and illogical. 
  • “SCOTT: You wanna split up?” “STILES: Never again.” All right, you know I’m a sucker for some sciles, but does Scott never learn? 
  • If they’re going to insist on all having all of these shots of Liam running I am going to have to insist that someone teaches Sprayberry how to run without looking like he just shit himself and is trying to hobble to a bathroom. 
  • “LIAM: I hate horses.” 

Next season they’re bringing in a chick that’s part horse and Liam’s gonna fuck it, calling it now. 

  • Aw fuck what happened to Theo’s hair: 

Why is Liam’s bad hair contagious?

  • He just jumped off a balcony onto a horse. His poor dick. 
  • “MALIA: Dad.” 

Seriously, Lydia has a stronger connection to Peter in canon than Malia does or ever realistically can at this point. 

  • “MASON: I know his smile, I know his touch, and I know that that’s his voice.” Lmao I know they’re trying to do some progressive ‘look at our adorable gay romance’ moment here, but a voice is way more distinguishable than anything he just said. 
  • Oh and now Mason is having the same wires/PA system moment that Stiles had in 6x05. You’re so fucking sly, Teen Wolf.
  • And now a slow motion kiss. 
  • “HAYDEN: When’d you learn how to ride a horse?” “LIAM: Just now.” These lines aren’t funny, Teen Wolf. And is that really the first fucking question Hayden is gonna ask? Not ‘what the fuck are you doing here?’ Or ‘are you fucking crazy?’ Or ‘Did you stop the ghost riders?’ 
  • As if Stiles is the one who would ever think something could be that easy. That’s Scott’s M.O. 
  • “PETER: Where do you get this implausible optimism?” “MALIA: Definitely not from my father.” “LYDIA: We don’t have time for this!” No, we really fucking don’t and yet you continue to waste it on this bullshit daddy/daughter relationship that is apropos of nothing. Knock it the fuck off. 
  • “STILES: I finally saw the girl’s locker room. It’s not that different. It’s kind of disappointing.” All right, I’ll give you that one, Teen Wolf. That line was actually pretty funny….except you really telling me all those nights spent in the school and he never went in the girls locker room?
  • Ugh:

How many times have they done this shot this season? 

  • How are Peter’s claws going through the ghost riders now? Like now they suddenly don’t have a corporeal form? 
  • Seriously, Teen Wolf: 
  • *Malia gets hurt* ..me:
  • And now Peter is screaming for Malia because he’s oh so concerned about what should realistically be a minor injury. This seems like a good place to stop. 

I’ll get to the second half soon. 

Bluebird

“Groups of two, find somewhere safe within eyeshot.” Rick demanded the rest of us who were left in the old dusty barn. This new guy Aaron sat with his hands behind his back, looking up at Rick in fear.

I understood why Rick was being so careful, especially after what happened recently at Terminus and the church. I couldn’t blame him for not believing Aaron, and especially after we just lost Beth and Tyrese, we were in no position to lose another.

My gun was already sitting in my hand and I was ready to go. I turned and headed out of the creaky barn doors, right behind Carol.

Eugene was right behind me, followed by Carl.

“Hey! Y/N, wait up!” Carl said jogging to catch up with me. “Will show me how you do that one thing when you hide in the trees like that?” He asked as his eyes lit up.

“Just climb and be quiet that’s all really.” I said shrugging and laughing. I knew that he had tried multiple times before, but he was always so noisy.

“Sorry bud, she’s comin’ with me.” Daryl said and slung his arm around my shoulders.

“That’s not fair, you guys are always partners.” Carl whined rolling his eyes.

“That ain’t true, she didn’t come with me to get water the other day, Carol did.” Daryl said back cocking his head toward Carol, who had a smirk on her face.

“Yeah, but Carol didn’t give you a choice.” Carl argued back.

“Hey, you got her next time, I have dibs on you.” Tara said extending her fist for Carl to bump it.

“I guess.” Carl sighed and lightly bumped her fist.

Daryl and I kept walking and found a good spot to cover. We all surrounded the barn so there were no surprise attacks from anywhere, one of us would have to see them coming, that is if someone actually was coming.

“Alright my bluebird, get up there and keep a high watch. Let me know if ya see anythin.” Daryl said.

He always called me that, his bluebird. When they found me, they found me in the trees, which was like a safe place for me. In my time in them, I found that walkers couldn’t climb, you could see farther, and you were mostly hidden from people.

I sat with my sniper up and watched through its scope, like I would if I had binoculars.

“Daryl?” I asked after a few minutes of silence.

“Yea?” He responded and looked up at me, with his hair partially covering his eyes.

“Do you think this guys serious?” I asked as I leaned my head against a branch.

“I don’t know, but I don’t want you anywhere near him until I know for sure. You’re gonna stay right by me until we know.” He said looking away from me and back out into the woods.

“But what if this is a chance for us to actually be safe for awhile?” I asked as I too looked away, but instead of looking into the woods, I looked into the horizon.

“Maybe darlin’, but my main priority is to keep you safe, so if I sense anything wrong we ain’t goin’.”

“We’ve been out here too long.” I whispered more to myself than to him, but he looked up at me and grunted anyways.

*******

Hearing Rick say that we were leaving for this camp at sundown made my stomach churn. I hated night travels, and especially considering that we could potentially be targets made it even worse.

Rick decided who was going with Aaron and who went on the RV, and for some reason Daryl and I didn’t get separated this time.

Glenn, Michonne, and Rick went with Aaron and the rest of us climbed into the RV, ready to go to this camp which Aaron called ‘Alexandria’.

I took my seat close next to Daryl and across from Carl, who was holding baby Judith. Nobody was really talking, the only sound I could hear was Eugene humming to himself. Daryl’s thumb traced small circles on my thigh as I watched out the window.

It wasn’t long until I heard Abraham mutter “Shit.”

“What’s wrong?” Gabriel asked worriedly.

“We lost them, they went right through that damn herd.” He hissed and smacked the steering wheel.

“What do we do?” Carl asked with worry in his eyes.

“We’ll find them we just have to stay calm, we just keep going.” Rosita said with her voice high and shaky.

“We’ll find them.” I reassured Carl.

We kept going for about a mile and a half until I thought I saw something shoot up in the air.

“Wait, did anyone else see that?” I asked as I pointed out the window.

“That was a damn flare gun, follow that shit now. If it wasn’t them that shot, chances are they think we did, and they’re followin’ too so let’s get a move on.” Daryl said standing up and slinging his crossbow on his shoulder.

We drove until we got to where we estimated the shot would have been, but it wasn’t Glenn, Rick, or Michonee, it was a man we’ve never seen before, he reminded me of Aaron.

There was a large tire rolled on his ankle, and I immediately knew it was broken, it was obvious by the way his leg was twisted. There were a few dead walkers around him and I knew that even though we were supposed to be cautious we had to help him.

Abraham got the tire right off while Maggie hurried to examine his ankle. Daryl and I kept a close watch on the man, and the surrounding area, while everyone else remained in the RV.

***********

After about an hour, everything was finally settled, and I was laying next to Daryl in what was like a safe house. Mostly everyone was asleep by now, except Rick, Daryl, and I.

Rick was keeping a close watch on Aaron and Eric, and Daryl seemed to be keeping a close watch on me.

“Daryl?” I asked as I rolled over on my side to face him.

“Yea darlin’?” He whispered as he turned his head.

“I hope this is real. All I want is to be safe with you, protected from everything.” I said as I played with a small tear in his shirt.

“I know bluebird, I just don’t want nothin’ to happen to ya, and it’s hard because I don’t know what will if we go through with this.” He said as he pulled me close to his side.

I laid my head on his chest and shut my eyes for a moment and then spoke. “I know so much bad has just happened, but I don’t think we should pass up an opportunity where so much good could happen.”

“Nothin’s sure.” He reminded me as he kissed my forehead, his scruff brushing my skin.

“I know Daryl.” I said placed my hand over his chest.

“Well maybe one thing.” He said, his eyes now closed too.

“What’s that?” I asked as I looked up at him, taking in all his features.

“That you’re mine, mine to love and to protect, and I ain’t gonna let nothin’ happen to ya.”

“I love you Daryl Dixon.” I said placing a small kiss on his neck.

“I love ya darlin’.” He smiled and placed another kiss on my forehead, but before he could completely pull away I pulled him on and placed a kiss on his lips.
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Lol please nobody hate me, I know it’s been forever since I posted, but it’s a struggle right now with school. So yeah this was based off an episode in season 5 right after Beth and Tyrese died so yeah I hope you all liked it. But anyway like and reblog and don’t forget to tell me how I did. And most of you may know that requests are back opened so feel free to shove some of those into my ask. Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed (:

Chance and Choice (Part 2 of 10)

Summary: Reader has just about given up on love. A gag trip to a psychic reveals the supposed name of her soulmate. Will she ever find him?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader, Natasha x Steve, Wanda x Vision

Word Count: 1,157 (got carried away)

Warnings: psychic shenanigans, language

A/N: This is a drabble series I’m trying out. It’s my second thing ever posted.

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