i have a twisted brain

um hi so i’m (just under) 50 away from 2k and it’d be ya know kinda cool if i could get there sometime (soon)… and yeap that’s my story (thanks for listening reading) (*awkwardly shuffles off stage ur screen*) 

Heathens - Smut - [thelittlestkitsune]

  A scruffy hoes production. ©

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Rating: NSFW 18+

Pairing: Void/Reader

Words: 5,017

 Warning: PLEASE READ THIS FIRST:

This is dark. It seems light at first but the ending is dark, you know me. Please don’t read if you have any problems with death/suicide. Thank you so much!

AN: Happy Halloween fuckers! The hoes and I couldn’t let the most important of holidays go by without giving you a treat! or is it a trick? Who knows! Enjoy xoxo

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anonymous asked:

To be honest I'm kinda chill now. The worst has happened, she's pregnant with his baby and no doubt going to keep it. It can't get worse from here for Robron apart from a Robert/Rebecca affair which is clearly not the direction they are taking. Things can only get better. Of course will still have the reveal to Aaron but it will be better once things are out in the open and they can start moving forward again. We've hit rock bottom so the only way is up. Never going to give up on them.

Did i ghostwrite this?

I totally agree. 

The only way is up. 

(baby, for you and me nooowww. (ahem. sorry))

Being a windrunner would be fun af, and the adrenaline junkie in me lives for it….but there’s no way I’d be able to actually make the whole windrunning thing work. The lashings and the ‘yay this way is up now!!!’ makes my head hurt. Like I can vaguely follow it in the book but there’s no way my brain could make it happen irl. 

anonymous asked:

Could you write a drabble where Klaus is her professor and Caroline is surprised and sets off the fire alarm and the sprinklers turn on so she can avoid being seen before she walks into his class.

English was usually one of her favourite classes. Her professor was nice, the class was interesting and no one feared to stir up a debate (something Caroline had learnt to enjoy and participate in). Not to mention it was the only class where she could let her imagination go wild and still get an ‘A’ as easily as she did in theatre class.

However, that was until she walked into the room one day and, instead of the middle aged Virginia native, there was Klaus in front of the class.

Freezing halfway in through the door, Caroline quickly gasped and spun on her heel to head right back out again. She had only caught him briefly (his curly blonde hair and navy henley sticking in her mind, as well as that stupid dimpled smile as he spoke with one of her classmates) but was more than sure he had spotted her immediately.

Panicking (not that she would ever admit to it), she hurriedly rushed down the emptying hallways just as she heard quick yet light footsteps behind her and the soft calling of her name in that adoring accent and gentle tone.

He wasn’t supposed to be there. She had successfully put him out of her mind for the past two years (at least, that’s what she told herself) and she was finally getting on with her life plan. He wasn’t supposed to be there. Not right then. Not as she was so close to graduating and finally having the break in her plans to go to him.

Turning the corner, she mentally fought with herself as she headed for the exit. There were still a few people milling around meaning she couldn’t simply whoosh out of there like she wanted, but there wasn’t enough to get lost in and away from Klaus. And she knew he would catch up with her before she even left the building at this rate.

So, with a small wince at the juvenile behaviour, Caroline pulled the nearest fire alarm as she passed it by before tugging her jacket over her head to protect her hair from the sprinklers (just because she was ditching English didn’t mean she didn’t have other classes that day).

People spilled into the corridors of the building, giving her the perfect crowd to move along with until she reached the exit. Knowing Klaus would be caught in the same hectic mess, she allowed herself to let out a long, slow breath as she headed back towards her dorm room and chose not to think about the trouble she could get into for pulling the alarm.

God, how would she even begin to explain it? That she pulled the alarm to run away from the thousand year old hybrid who she had had sex with (multiple times, thank you very much) in the woods a couple of years earlier because she didn’t have the guts to face him? Because if she did, she was fairly sure they would be going for another round, this time in her bed?

Yeah, she was also fairly sure she would be compelling anyone who would choose to question her about it.

Glancing over her shoulder once more as she reached her floor, Caroline was glad to see that she had lost Klaus somewhere between the college lawns and the halls. Sighing in relief, she had her keys in her hand when one of the girls from the room opposite theirs called out through the open door.

“Caroline, hey.” Turning to face the other girl, Caroline smiled politely and opened her mouth to excuse herself with the lame reason for why she was partially damp on the sunny day when she carried on nonchalantly, “You have a guest, said he’s your brother?”

Taken aback, she furrowed her brow as she gripped her door handle and turned it, only to find it open. “I don’t have a brother,” she replied slowly and slightly worried.

“Ouch. That’s a bit hurtful, darling,” an amused voice came from inside her room and she had to fight the urge to simply leave Whitmore altogether that day as she stepped inside.

“What are you doing here, Kol?” she asked dryly, dumping her bag and wet jacket onto her chair. Crossing her arms, she frowned at the youngest Mikaelson brother who was lounging along Bonnie’s bed. How her friend has believed the two of them were related was beyond her. Though, she guessed, considering Kol’s handsome looks and boyish charm, there was a very good chance she wasn’t really thinking logically during their short conversation. “Wait, is this some sort of intervention?”

Tilting his head, Kol shot her his winning smile as he sat up straighter and asked, “Why; do you need one?”

“Not that I know of,” she muttered, resigning herself to the fact that whatever the Originals wanted with her that day was going to happen, whether she wanted it to or not.

Fetching her towel, Caroline began rubbing the damp out of her hair and snatched the stuffed bear out of Kol’s hands (she knew Bonnie would no longer be able to cuddle it if she knew he had played with it) just as the door was flung open. Klaus strode in without a care for an invitation, shutting the door behind him with more calm than his tense body indicated he could possibly have.

“That’s funny, I’m pretty sure its not raining outside, Nik,” Kol commented with a smirk and she couldn’t help but to take an unconscious (yet appreciative) look at Klaus. The sprinklers had soaked him from head to toe (though thankfully, he wasn’t dripping on her floor), making his curls slightly more defined though stick together, and his top cling to his lean figure to reveal the outline of his toned and sinewy body.

She was definitely not thinking about how amazing it had felt to trail kisses and lick heated paths on the smooth skin of his abdomen during their little tryst.

“Not another word, Kol,” Klaus all but growled, pointing a finger in his direction without sparing him a glance. Instead, he trained his eyes directly on her, piercing her own with the heat in them. “You left pretty rapidly, love.“

Throwing her towel onto her bed, she crossed her arms and scowled at him. “You turned up in my class! What did you expect?”

“A ‘hello’, perhaps? How about not setting off the fire alarm?” he replied sarcastically, waving a hand in exasperation. “It wasn’t like you were giving me the time of day otherwise so I have to improvise to gain your attention.”

Ignoring his jibe (she had recently been delaying any and all replies to his messages and no longer taking his calls), she narrowed her eyes and glared at him before asked slowly, “What did you do to my English professor, Klaus?”

“He’s just sleeping off a small headache,” he shrugged, losing some of his stiff stance to walk past her and pluck up the towel she had just discarded.

“As a result from…?” she prompted, gesticulating for him to carry on because she just knew it wouldn’t be anything normal.

Whilst drying his hair as best as he could, Klaus exchanged a sly look with Kol before gazing back at her. “Having his head whacked in with a baseball bat,” he answered coolly, making her gasp in horror.

Seriously?!” Caroline snapped in disbelief, taking a sidestep away from him and pointedly ignoring his smug smirk as she eyed the two brothers. “You could have given him brain damage!”

“Sweetheart, please,” Klaus said placatingly, hanging up her towel on the hook on the wall (much to her pleasant surprise). A humourous tone took over his words as he carried on, and she could just see the smirk on his face even with his back currently to her. “Kol could have given him brain damage. I wanted to twist his head off.”

Groaning, she sat down on the edge of her bed and ran her hands through her hair in frustration. She guessed it was the lesser of two evils, though she still couldn’t imagine why anyone would want to harm one of her favourite college teachers.

“Why?” she asked, planting her hands on either side of her and eyeing them both curiously.

“See, told you she wouldn’t know, brother,” Kol commented boredly, collapsing back against Boonie’s bed with enough effort to make it squeak against his weight. Caroline made a mental note to change her bedding before the witch realised he had taken it upon himself to settle in right there.

Shaking her head, she turned to look up at Klaus, who was now leaning lazily against her desk. “Know what?

“Your English professor is part of a society planning on exterminating vampires from your college,” he explained, earnest yet tersely, as if the statement and the truth behind it personally affected him. Which, she guessed with the smallest of thrill shooting through her, it sort of did as it would involve her.

No!” she gasped, eyes wide and looking back and forth between the two. Kol merely shrugged but Klaus nodded once with his lips pursed and all sense of amusement gone from his features for the time being. “Really?” she asked, just to be sure because she really didn’t want her professor to be in such a group. Klaus nodded once more whilst rolling his eyes at her lack of trust. “Huh. I would never have guessed.”

“Well, if you picked up the phone once in a while, you would have,” he retorted dry.

Jumping to her feet, Caroline pinned him with a dark look as she remarked, “You’re supposed to be in New Orleans, remember? Leaving me alone?”

“No, I said I would stay away from Mystic Falls. I never mentioned anything about leaving you alone or staying in New Orleans,” Klaus replied calmly, a smirk playing at his lips as he caught her out.

“Always gotta have a loophole, don’t you?” she scoffed, shaking her head but backing down from his challenging tone to focus on what was more important right then. Facing Kol instead, she threw the question at him, “So, why are you both here?”

“Nik thought it would be imprudent if we simply allowed the Salvatores and the rest of your gang of misfits to sort out this society,” he replied mischievously, throwing his legs off the bed and standing up in one fluid motion. Caroline shot him an impressed look at his description of her friends (though she had to admit, they’re were kinda like misfits these days).

“You know, after the great success you have with the Augustine,” Klaus added dryly, earning him her attention.

“How do you kno-? You know what, never mind,” she quickly stopped herself, slicing a hand through the air as if to physically cut off the conversation. Sighing heavily, she shook back hair and planted her hands on her hips as she finally declares, “Fine, I suppose having some Original help wouldn’t hurt. But I’m letting the others know.”

Both beamed immediately, a mix of dimples, charm and excitement between the two of them, enough to make any girl (and vampire) weak at the knees.

Klaus was the first to reply, making her groan and wonder what she had let herself in for when he informed her politely, “Of course, love. We’ll need bait, after all.’

Klaus’ boyish grin with Kol’s matching sly smirk was enough to make her want to crawl back into bed and let them all sort it out themselves. Keeping the two Originals from riling up and/or incapacitating the others (namely Damon) would probably fall on her, she suddenly realised. With a long exhale, she rubbed at her temples, already feeling the tension headache starting to build.

Title: Simple story

Pairing: TsukishimaxHinata

Genre: Romance, Humor

Rating: PG-13/T

All original characters belongs to Haruichi Furudate.

Summary: “Seriously, this boy will give him a heart attack someday…”

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 "Yamaguchi, I think I’m ill…”

Yamaguchi turned his head to look at his much taller friend.

“Well that’s a surprise. You rarely get ill…” Yamaguchi wrinkled his nose. “What are the symptoms Tsukki?”

Tsukishima turned his head a little, like he didn’t want to look at him.

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OK SO FOR ALL MY SUPERNATURAL FOLLOWERS WHO SHIP DESTIEL AND HAVE READ THE HEARTBREAK THAT IS TWIST AND SHOUT I HAVE A THEORY. WHAT IF DEAN UNDERGOES BRAIN SURGERY TO FORGET ALL ABOUT CAS AND GOES ON FIGHTING DEMONS N’ SHIT WITH SAMMY AND MEETS CAS AS AN ANGEL AND THATS WHY THEY ARE SO FOND OF EACH OTHER. OH MY GOD I HAVE SEEN A LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL THAT IS TWIST AND SHOUT.

"How do i let my boyfriend love me and stop being so insecure? How do I just accept that he loves me the way I am? I have a hard time believing this. How do I know he's doesn't want someone prettier?"

- Question submitted by Anonymous

Dannielle Says: 

This question nearly made me burst into tears. For a few reasons: (1) I’ve been there, (2) I’ve dated people who have been there, (3) I wanna hold you and tell you you’re perfect. 

The important thing to remember here is that no one is forcing CHEESECORN (your boyf’s name) to date you. No one has a gun to CHEESECORN’s head right now. CHEESECORN could absolutely 100% be dating someone else, but he is choosing you. We have the ability to make a lot of choices in this life. Being in a relationship with someone is one of them. 

It’s hard to let go of all of your insecurities just because someone is telling you to do it. However, I think you can take baby steps to get to that place. You won’t flip flop over night and all of a sudden be stoked on life and recognize how much he loves you and that you’re the best, etc. But if you start to feel insecure and you literally have a conversation with yourself about how great you are and how much your boyf wants to be with you, it’ll definitely help. 

Also, as a person who has been in your boyfs position. You should talk about it, and trust what he is saying. Just saying “Hey cheesecorn, I’m feeling insecure and I don’t know exactly how to explain it, but I think you’re amazing and you could be with anyone so it’s making me feel like i’m not THEBEST enough for you” can open it up for cheesecorn to tell you you’re out of your mind and you are THEBEST enough. That’s where the trust comes in. TRUST that cheesecorn is with you because he wants to be and because you are the best. 

Kristin Says:

I, too, have been in this position. Sometimes our brains twist and turn and spit out the nastiest things, and (especially when we are feeling wobbly) sometimes we believe those things (despite the fact that they are always flat-out lies). I occasionally have days where I feel wonderful about myself followed by days where I have no idea why anyone would want to spend even a moment’s time with me. It’s hard to hold on to confidence at varying points in our lives, and it’s okay that you feel out to sea about yourself – and doesn’t at all mean you won’t find your anchor.

I second Dannielle’s suggestion about talking to your boyfriend directly. Try not to phrase your concerns in a way that makes him feel like he has done something wrong, but rather that you are working through some stuff and were hoping he might be willing to help you out in some specific, tangible ways. I have found that the more specific my wife is about why she appreciates me, the easier it is for me to hold onto those reasons and see myself through her eyes. Meaning, if she says, “I like you because you’re nice,” that is sweet but also super general, and harder for me to hold tight to when the wobbles set in. However, if she says something like, “I love the way you make our house into a home,” I am able to better see what SHE is seeing, and better able to remember and hold tight to that when the seas get stormy.

You have to find what works for you, and you should also do some more self-exploring – because, of course, this cannot only hinge on what your boyfriend communicates to you. When you feel down, write about it. Write all the horrible things you think, and get them on paper. Examine them, and see how they fit in with your feelings on yourself on calmer, more positive days. Also write on those positive days. Write the things that have made you feel confident and good about yourself. After a few weeks of this, try to compare and contrast the things on your list. Use both lists to help you better understand if there are fundamental things about yourself that you’d like to work on (and what those things are). 

Ultimately, this is about you being able to view yourself truly and completely, as an incredible, strong, gorgeous individual. This is something we all are, and we live these lives to journey toward that understanding, day by day.

<3

Quick comment...

So the idiot brigade think it’s more plausible that..

A. RK’s assistance helped coordinate which weekends Rob & Kristen would go to Coachella…so they could avoid one another.

B. RK’s friends are mature enough to be friends with both, but RK are not mature enough to be at the same festival at the same time with said friends!

But hey it’s completely unfathomable to these idiots that RK were both there both weekends both spending the majority of their time each weekend together in the VIP tent each taking a turn at being seen and attending concerts as needed.

And they think I have to twist my brain into a pretzel?

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My thing about TRK and Adam Parrish and the possibilities of a happy or unhappy ending for him is: I understand that a good plot is supposed to take you somewhere you don’t expect. I understand that a narrative is supposed to set up a thing that the characters are aiming for, and that along the road to that aim there should be a twist, and either the characters don’t get what they want, or they get what they want but after an unforeseen challenge shifts everything, or they get something else that they realize is actually what they wanted all along, or whatever. And most of the time, I don’t mind unhappy or bittersweet endings if they’re done well. I am one of like five people on the internet who liked the ending of Mockingjay. I don’t generally require that my favorite characters get everything they want in order to be satisfied with a narrative.

But in the case of Adam Parrish, he’s already struggled and grown and developed and grown so much, and he knows exactly what he wants, exactly what he himself would consider a happy ending to his own story. And his desires are not irrational or wrong or shortsighted in any way? All he wants is to go to an out-of-state college and to love and be loved by his friends. And he wants these things so badly and focuses on them so hard that I have such a hard time imagining that I could be in any way satisfied with the story if he doesn’t get these things. I know how stories work, I know there’s going to be twists, so I have been racking my brain to think of alternate places for Adam’s arc to end up–Adam takes a gap year before college*! Adam gets sent back in time to live out his life in the medieval Welsh court! I don’t know!–and I seriously cannot imagine being satisfied with anything that’s not “Adam Parrish gets what he wants, on his own terms or not at all.” 

And honestly, TRC isn’t The Hunger Games. It made sense for Katniss to get a tragic, at best bittersweet ending because her story was a war story set in a horrifying dystopia, and the way it ended was supposed to make a larger point about war and society and etc etc. The Raven Cycle is about five (admittedly angsty, but still) teens in rural Virginia. It’s not like Adam getting to go to a good college and date someone who cares about him is unrealistic or unfitting. 

I’m sure that The Raven King will surprise me in many ways and probably make me cry, but I just really, really hope that it does not snatch Adam’s happy ending away from him in the name of serving the gods of plot, because I just cannot imagine any possible way for that to be satisfying.

*This one would be all right, actually, but only if all his friends live too and they spend the gap year traveling the world together and he still has a full ride to college at the end of it.