i just really wanted to gif them

im never gonna finish this rip but here’s an unfinished autistic!morty becoming nonverbal and signing

edit: i changed ‘speak’ bc someone pointed out it looked like ‘bitch’ lol thank u @middle1 !!

OKAY OKAY I AM MUCH EMOTION AND I NEEDED TO SHARE MY PAIN

LOOK AT HOW SHE HOLDS HER FOREHEAD UP FOR HIM TO LEAN ON WITH HIS OWN BECAUSE SHE’S SO USED TO THEM DOING THAT AFTER THEY KISS.

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(do you want me to keep going? because i can…)

BUT HE PHYSICALLY CAN’T BECAUSE HE’S FROZEN BUT YOU CAN SEE HIM SHAKE SLIGHTLY (maybe that’s just because of Emma holding onto him or Colin not being able to stay completely still) BECAUSE HE REALLY WANTS TO BUT HE JUST CAN’T AND EMMA’S FACE DROPS BECAUSE SHE REALLY NEEDED HIM TO THAT IN THAT MOMENT BECAUSE TO HER IN THAT MOMENT THAT WAS THEIR LAST KISS AND UGH ASDFGHJKLL

Strawhat Pirates, Harry Potter AU

Since I’m a fan of both One Piece and Harry Potter, I think it’d be fun to do this. well a lot of artists already did HP AU but this time I just wanted to sort them all myself :))

monster trio should be in Gryffindor together, they can’t be separated. with Luffy as a famous Seeker, Zoro the Qudditch captain, and Sanji as “another potion prince?”. at first I wanna put Sanji into Ravenclaw but, nope, Gryffindor would be best. and Nami, idk she really fits in Slytherin. lucky Slytherin to have her. Robin is a pure Ravenclaw don’t ask. and Brook reminds me of Moaning Myrtle so I put him in Ravenclaw. Brook also wants to join the frog choir. Hufflepuff trio at the back, would make the house more fun. Usopp and Chopper would be herbology buddies. anyway Chopper is a big fan of Honeydukes. and Franky there, he’s cosplaying Dumbledore..

anyway, both One Piece and Harry Potter turned 20 this year! 

So I wanna talk about Slime Rancher revealing their Protagonist, Beatrix, today for the first time. If you haven’t heard, Slime Rancher just officially left Early Access today. It’s a cute little farming game where you capture slimes and keep them on a farm and raise them and combine them with other slimes.

I’ve been following since the beginning. Very early on it wasn’t really clear who you were. You didn’t really have a character. Through updates they started adding a story mode through your character getting letters from home, which is when you learn her name is Beatrix (Bea for short). 

There is no customization in this game. This is Beatrix. This is your character. The reason I want to bring this to light, how often is a WoC the DEFAULT in a game like this? This is a game where the race of the character was not important at all to the story, and usually when that’s the case the default character will be a white guy. How awesome is it that the default Main Character is Beatrix?

I just really love this game guys and this made me love it more

Curse of Desire

Summary: The reader is hopeless stuck in the friend zone with Dean, except there is total sexual tension. Both the reader and Dean are too insecure to see the truth, but after a witch case they’re kinda forced to. 

Word Count: 5135

Author’s note: I’m back bitches and since I graduated I’m here for good! This one is long but I feel like Tumblr has been lacking on the smut lately so this will be worth it. Tell me what you think:) 

It had been the normal run of the mill hunt, except things were never truly “run of the mill” with witches. The topic of the case was weird, but at the end of the day weren’t all witch cases?

You’d been sitting on the couch with Dean when Sam walked in, “Alright you two, I think I have a case”. Sam questioned why you and his brother were sharing a blanket on the couch, but reminded himself you both were “just friends”.

To say your relationship with Dean was complicated, would be an understatement. You were stuck in the friendzone, except the sexual friend zone minus the actual sex. By nature both you and Dean were dirty minded, but he never know the true impact his words had on you.

He would always make comments, or touch you in certain ways, his actions always made you question your “friendship” but your own insecurities made you brush them off. You always reminded yourself, “Dean is flirty with everyone…words are just words”.

It was always hard to hear Dean’s suggestive comments when you wanted so badly for them to be true. You’d make comments right back, stuck between wanting him to get the hint and realizing your silence might ruin your friendship because he would get the hint.

And that brought you to your current state, wanting Dean but afraid to lose him completely. Dean was instantly intrigued, “ What’s the case about?”. After he asked, he leaned back bringing himself closer to you.

As he made himself comfortable he rested his hand on your thigh, rubbing his thumb back and forth. The simplest touch sent shivers down your spine, and a million thoughts to race through your mind.

You were pulled from your thoughts by Sam snapping his finger, “Earth to (y/n), try to focus here”. Sam looked at you a certain way that made you blush, as if he just knew how madly in love with Dean you were and how insane Dean’s simple touch was making you.

Nodding your head you regained focus, pushing down your inner desires. Sam continued, “Okay this case is a little strange, but then again strange is our normal, it’s about a witch and a sex shop”.

Dean looked to you, “Wow some privates, a witch, and a sex shop” amused with his own joke. Rolling your eyes you replied, “ I’m not too sure how well privates rhyme with lion, but I like the effort”. He winked before turning his focus back to his brother.

Sam went on to explain that it was a sex shop in the middle of classic suburbia, which meant some boring suburban moms were getting down. There had been a string of sex related deaths meaning it was most likely a witch.

Dean couldn’t hide his excitement, “ Horny rich moms getting down….I’m down”. The slightest thought of Dean with someone else put you off and you got up from the couch. Sam rolled his eyes, “Dean it’s a case about sex related deaths….why would”.

Standing beside Sam you chimed in, “ This isn’t going to be a Stacy’s mom thing Dean, looks like someone’s been watching a little too much porn”. You laughed at your own joke but Sam put his hands up, still not fully understanding your relationship with his brother.

Dean smirked, “Aw princess don’t worry you fit into one of my other favorite categories, tight ass”. It was Dean’s turn to laugh at his own joke while you sighed in annoyance. Before you could open your mouth to reply Sam stopped you, “ Okay you two I’ve had enough of this conversation…it’s like living with two horny teenagers..”.

As Sam walked away you got in, “ Don’t act so pure Sam we share a computer!!”. Again Sam threw his hands up, surrendering to you two. Dean finally got up and high fived you, “Good one princess, I’m dying to know what searches you don’t share with Sammy”.

With a wink Dean was already down the hall catching up with Sam, leaving you there all hot and bothered. You instantly thought about what turned Dean on, what he looked like when he was turned on….and if you turned him on.

Trying to distract yourself you decided you’d start to pack. You’d gotten a text from Sam saying the plan was to leave in an hour or so, and then you’d be on the road. You packed the essentials, but also something a little more risky.

You decided to wear your favorite black lace panty set, feeding the part of your mind that told you something might happen with Dean. To feed the insecure part of your mind you put on your normal clothing over it. Just incase you laid out your second favorite set; it was light pink.

Before you knew it your door opened, and there stood Dean. You tried to quickly close your suitcase, but it was too late. He caught the cover before you could close it, “And what do we have here princess?”.

Dean held up the thong with both hands, smirking like a madman. Trying to not show your true feelings you played it off, “ Something only someone who earns it gets to see”. You needed to pretend that this situation didn’t throw you off, or else he would know.

He licked his lips, “ And what do I have to do to earn it?”. Before you could answer, or to be honest struggle to answer, Sam was also at your door. Strangely Dean hid what he was holding, which meant your panties were currently in his pocket.

Sam’s voice stopped your mind from running away, “ You guys ready? We should really hit the road”. You and Dean looked to each other before looking back to Sam. You smiled, “Yeah I should be ready in a minute, I’ll meet you and Dean in the garage?”.

You wanted to make things awkward for Dean once, aka leaving him with your panties. Sam nodded, “Alright, come on Dean”. Dean hesitated for a moment, but trailed after his brother.

It felt good to know Dean was struggling to explain something for once, and you found yourself laughing. Before you knew it though he was back in your room.

He sling shotted them at you as if he was eighteen again, “ I have only two reasons for liking these; seeing you in them, and getting you out of them”. You couldn’t help but laugh, there really was no one else like Dean. Laughing about the situation helped reassure yourself that he was just trying to get a reaction out of you.

Before he left you spoke, “ Sure Dean, everyone wants to get their best friend out of their panties”. That was the closest you got at telling him the truth, and you turned around in order to not even see his reaction. If you hadn’t  turned around you would’ve seen Dean struggling, his mind and tongue on two different sides.

You were something else to Dean, hard to understand because he felt so much for you. There were so many levels to you, which meant he felt so many different things for you. Normally when it came to girls Dean felt only one emotion; lust.

When it came to you he felt every emotion known to man, possibly even love. Love was not something Dean Winchester ever felt, and for once he was so unsure of himself. Did you love him back, where you only a friend, could you even love him?

To suppress his feelings he acted like he would towards any other girl; sexually. He’d constantly make sexual comments or jokes, but every time he did it just made things harder for him. When he’d summon up enough courage he’d touch you in small ways, trying to feed his desire in hopes to control it.

It never worked though, things just got harder and harder for him, he didn’t know what to do. Sometimes he swore you felt the same way, but if he didn’t love himself how could someone else? So Dean brushed everything off, to scared to actually act on his feelings.

He stood there nearly paralyzed, he was truly torn. Saved by Sam his brother called for him, “Dean come on, what’s with you lately?”. Dean just angrily ran a hand through his hair, eventually meeting his brother.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding in. Packing the rest of your essentials you got ready to leave, preparing for an awkward car ride with Dean. You just told yourself, “ Just focus on the hunt, it will distract you”.

Before you showed up Sam decided to finally address something that had been bothering him. Dean was packing weapons into the back of the impala, mumbling to himself.

Sam stood behind him with his arms crossed, “Look Dean we don’t have long but we need to talk”. Dean just looked up to Sam, obviously still frustrated. Sam continued, “ I don’t know what’s with you but I know it has something to do with (y/n)”.

Dean snapped up, “Look I don’t want to hear it!”. Sam wasn’t phased, “ Look you need to hear it! Is she your friend or?”. Sam had never seen his brother so worked up over a girl before, and he had to assume it was because he loved her.

Dean threw his hands up, “I don’t even know Sammy, I couldn’t tell ya! If you ask (y/n) we’re friends but..”. Sam intervened, “You want something more”. Dean shook his head starting to laugh.

He was so angry, “Sammy when have I ever been in a situation like this? You understand books and I understand girls…but (y/n) she’s so much more Sammy I mean fuck…I don’t think I’ve ever cared so much! When it comes to her damn straight I want to find out all the things that make her feel so fucking good…but I also want to spend the morning after with her”.

Sam smiled to himself, so Dean was actually in love? Dean continued, “ I want to make pancakes with her at seven am…watch a movie…fuck even cuddle….I, Dean Winchester want all these things..”. Sam laughed knowing the true effect you have on his brother.

He finally answered Dean, “ So why don’t you tell her?”. Dean started to shake his head again, “ Because what if she doesn’t feel the same way Sammy? She called me her best friend about five mintues ago…I don’t want to lose her completely”.

Sam wanted to punch Dean in the face for being so damn oblivious. He placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder, “Dean I know she feels the same, I can see the look she gets in her eyes when you enter a room…she lights up”.

Before Sam could continue you walked into the garage, and they were forced to stop the conversation all together. You smiled, “Am I interrupting something?”. They both looked to each other before simultaneously saying, “No” which made you believe you were interrupting something.

You were eager to just get on with things so you pushed down your doubts and got into the impala. The boys followed suit, and the impala was full. While adjusting the rearview mirror Dean gave you a weird look, but when he found you looking back he tried to play it off with a wink.

Brushing it off you asked Sam, “ So how long until we get there…and how exactly are we even going to deal with this?”. The sooner you focused again on the case the sooner you feelings for Dean would become temporarily gone.

Sam turned his head to face you, “ The plan is to go to the sex shop and take the witch out if we can, it shouldn’t be that hard”. You grinned, “ That’s what she said” your grin faded when Dean said the exact same words at the same time as you.

It was yet another reminder that the two of you could be on the same page for certain things, but on more important topics be complete opposites. Sam rolled his eyes, “I guess I set myself up for that one”.

Dean grinned, “ Get ready Sammy the innuendos will be coming just as much as you when someone mentions Star Wars”. You couldn’t help but laugh at that one, and neither could Dean. He looked at you again through the rearview mirror, but his gaze lasted a little too long.

Sam helped break the tension, “Before (y/n) can add to this I’m turning on the radio, just pick a station Dean”.  Just like that Dean picked a station, eager to distract from the tension as well. Time passed quickly as music filled the void, but you’d still feel Dean’s gaze.

Before you knew it you were there, Leawood Kansas aka classic suburbia. The store you were looking for was, “Maledictio cordis” which was in the middle of town. You guessed even classic suburbia didn’t feel the need to hide their horniness.

Sam’s knowledge of latin allowed him to realize it translated to, “ The curse of desire”. That would teach snooty rich people the importance of intellectual growth over financial growth.  It didn’t take long for you guys to find the shop, the only problem was that you hadn’t thought of a cover.

It was a little too late because the three of you had already entered the shop. The woman behind the desk lit up at the sight of all three of you, “And what do we have here, a menage a trois?”. The boys went to laugh but you realized it was the perfect cover.

You placed a stray strand of  hair behind your ear, “ That obvious huh…I guess you can probably see the naivety radiating off of us”. Looking to both brothers you begged them to play along, despite how awkward it felt.

The woman came around to greet you, “Don’t even worry sweetie, everyone starts somewhere! What exactly were you looking for?”. You hadn’t thought quite that far ahead and you found yourself struggling to answer.

Dean luckily saved you, “Well it’s a bit taboo..” you looked to Sam sharing the same look of concern. The woman didn’t hesitate, “I think I’ll have just the thing for you, always the innocent ones huh”.

The woman winked at you, with a “knowing look”. You wanted to laugh but now that the woman’s back was turned Dean was able to communicate more successfully as he mouthed, “Go with it”.

Taking his advice you smiled at the woman, “ Well what exactly did you have in mind?”. To be honest you didn’t want to know the answer. There was enough sexual tension between you and Dean, but now you were in an imaginative relationship about to pick out a sex toy…with Sammy.

She smiled even wider, “ I’m going to let that be a surprise deary, I’m going to take your partner here into the back room and we’ll pick out something you will all enjoy”. You wanted to die right then and there, this was way too awkward.

You opened your mouth to say something but she cut you off, “I can only imagine the whole dynamic of your relationship…” before continuing she looked to Dean and then back at you, “It isn’t naivety that radiates off of you both but rather passion…you can see in your eyes”.

Sam laughed, “I always say the same thing about them…it’s a real dynamic alright”. Your face turned beat red, unsure of how to play this one off. The woman loved it all, “Why don’t I take both men to pick out something to surprise you, in the meantime browse around the shop”.

She began to lead Sam and Dean but then turned back around, “I almost forgot, you both should try out my new perfume, it helps ignite desire”. Before you could object she pulled a small bottle from her pocket, spraying both you and Dean.

From the second you inhaled it you’d known it was a mistake. Sam immediately drew his gun, “ What did you spray on them!?”. Dean had fallen to the floor, and you suddenly felt extremely sleepy yourself.

Unable to keep your eyes open you couldn’t truly process the situation unfolding. All you heard was, “ The cure will make…….it won’t be hard…..they just have to finally….” and then boom you were out cold.

Sam ended up shooting the witch and lighting her on fire. She hadn’t told him about the true cure and swore she never would, so what was the point? Worse came to worse he’d call Rowena and she’d tell him the truth.

Sam managed to get you both into the back of the impala, both still out cold. He knew Dean hated when anyone else drove baby, but drastic times called for drastic measures, and besides he wasn’t exactly in a position to object.  

Before you knew it you felt your body begin to slowly vibrate, and your ears heard a soft hum. Opening your eyes you realized you were in the back of the impala, your head on Dean’s lap. The roar of the engine had woken you up. You shot right up finding out the hard way that was a mistake, “Fuck my head…what happened”.

Dean pushed you back towards his lap, urging you to rest again, “That son of a witch was what happened…she sprayed us with something and then lights out for the both of us”. Sam filled you in on what had happened, and also that he wasn’t quite sure what was going to actually happen to you both.

The entire time Sam was talking all you could think about was how close your body was to Deans, and it felt completely different this time. It felt like each nerve in your body was suddenly awake, and you hadn’t even known they’d been asleep.

Shifting you decided to press your body against the cold impala door, hoping to clear your mind. You were pulled from your thoughts when Dean asked, “Sammy could you turn up the ac, it’s hot as hell in here and we’d both know”.

Sam looked confused, “Dean are you okay it’s 52 degrees out..”. You backed Dean, “No Sammy it’s actually really hot in here, maybe just roll down a window?”. Sam only became more concerned and decided to pull over.

Dean was annoyed, “ Come on Sammy you can’t handle the fact that we’re both hot…why is it such a sin to roll down a damn window!”. He finished the sentence by holding his head, obviously in pain.

Sam pulled out his phone, “ The problem is that you both should be freezing but you’re burning up AND some witch sprayed you with something! We’re gonna get a motel and I’m going to call Rowena”.

You laughed, “Come on Sam it can’t be that serious…maybe we just need to sleep this one off?”. The more you spoke the more you realized you were wrong, your body started to ache all over.

Sam held up a finger warningly, “ I’m not listening to either of you, you’re both too damn stubborn and I’m the one driving here!”. You were waiting for Dean’s response but he was hunched over in pain.

You rubbed his leg trying to ease the pain, but instead it caused him to moan. His eyes went wide, “ I uh…I don’t know what that was…Sammy call the damn witch”. You stood there unsure of what to do, your mere touch had got Dean to moan.

Sam turned back around, “ I’m taking this next exit and we’re staying at the first motel we see”. You and Dean both just nodded, trying to get a handle on things. Your thoughts went to Dean, and the ache throughout your body intensified.

Looking over to him you could tell he was also in pain, but was he thinking about you too? Before you could think any longer Sam pulled into the motel, “ Sweetest Dream” making things even sketchier.

Dean read your mind, “Really Sammy this place?”. Sam pulled in anyways and went to go buy a room, ignoring his brother’s comment. Turning to Dean you took him in again, trying to assess the situation.

When Dean saw you staring he met your gaze and held it, an extremely intense look in his eyes. You tried to dull the moment to stop the heat rushing to your core, “ You don’t look too hot Dean…I think that witch really messed us up”.

Dean licked his lips, “ But you look damn good princess I-”. His sentence was cut off by Sam opening up the car door and shutting the car off. Sam picked up on the fact that he was interrupting something, “ Look incase this thing is contagious I got a separate room for the both of you…I guess you can continue talking in there”.

Trying to hide your desire you got out of the car, “ Have you called Rowena yet?”. Sam nodded his head and helped you and Dean unpack into your shared room. After he placed your bags down he added, “Rowena said she’d be here any second, she’s coming with Cas”.

Dean came and sat down next to you, nearly on top of you. It felt like a magnet was pulling you both together and it took everything in you to not rip his clothes off right then and there. Again Dean rested his hand on your knee, tracing light circles with his thumb.

When you noticed what he was doing you moaned out loud, it felt like Dean was very well rubbing your clit, not your knee. Immediately you looked up at him, “I’m sorry…it just feels so good”.

Dean bit his lip and moved his hand higher up your leg, his touch getting more and more intense. Sam got up and moved towards you both, “ Woah guys… I’m right here….I think that witch really did mess you up”.

With a puff of air Rowena and Castiel where now in the room. Rowena walked over to you both, “ I’ll be the judge of that deary”. It was hard but you snapped out of the trance Dean was putting you in, turning to Rowena.

She looked you both over like a doctor would do; felt your forehead, took your pulse, checked your pupils. Once she was done she rested a hand on her hip, “ Well it’s a simple cure but”…why was there always a but? She continued, “ To cure it they need to sleep together”.

You blushed, “ We what….?”. She smiled, “ Oh honey don’t play dumb the spell only works when the two people sprayed are in love. It’s simple really; you can either sleep together and become cured or let your desire eat you alive”.

Looking to Dean he didn’t seem as hesitant, he wasn’t shocked or beat red like you. Sam crossed his arms against his chest, “ I guess the only thing is to leave you both alone?”. All your nerves came back, of course you wanted Dean but you were afraid he only wanted you because of the spell.

Rowena agreed, “ Sure thing Sam, it’s really all up to them”. Castiel finally added something, “ I wish you both the best of luck with this battle”. Once again the true meaning of a situation flew over his head.

Sam put a hand on his shoulder, “ Sure thing Cas, let’s just go”. With that they all left the room, and you and Dean were alone. You were torn, part of you wanted Dean so badly but the other part was to scared.

Dean put his hand on your upper thigh again, hoping to incite the same pleasure he had before. You got up from the bed, “ Dean I can’t do this….I want to so badly…but not like this”. Your mind was going crazy, but so was your body.

Dean raised an eyebrow, “ What do you mean (y/n)…like this?”. You were trying to process so much emotionally and physically that you couldn’t hide your first thought, “ I don’t want you to sleep with me because some spell Dean…I want it to be real”.

He almost looked hurt, “ This is real (y/n) I want this….I want you”. Still you weren’t convinced, what if it was just the spell talking? You shook your head, “ No Dean, right now your body wants this but tomorrow when you wake up next to me your brain won’t want it..not even for a second”.

Dean got up from where he’d been sitting, “ Didn’t you hear what Rowena said? We have to be in love for this to work…and I didn’t need this spell to let me know how I feel about you princess. I’ve loved you before this but now that I know you feel the same way I’m not scared to lose you”.

Your jaw dropped Dean confessing your love to you was something you’d never thought you’d hear. He took your hands in his, “ I hid what I’d felt because I didn’t think you’d ever feel the same way…didn’t think I deserved you…but what Rowena said reassured me”.

Instinctively you moved your hands to his chest, “ Dean I love you two I never thought you’d feel the same way”. You sentence trailed off when you realized you were actually touching him, again your core aching.

Deans hands moved to your hips, “ You’re so beautiful princess”. He was barely touching you but it was intoxicating, and you needed more. You started to push him back until he fell on the bed, taking you with him.

Straddling him you grinned, “ You don’t look so bad yourself Dean”. Again his hands found your hips, pushing you closer to his body. Resting one hand on his chest you finally leaned down to kiss him.

When your lips touched it felt like you entire body was on fire, and his whiskey flavored lips lit the match. As the kiss went on his hands roamed all over your body, as if he was trying to remember even the smallest details of your body.

You clothes were soon discarded but when Dean noticed you were left in just your bra and panty set he stopped completely. For a moment he didn’t say a word, truly taking you in. Dean then licked his lips, “ you’re even more beautiful than I ever thought possible”.

You bit your lip, his full attention too much for you. He placed a hand on your cheek, “You really are (y/n)”. Hearing him say your name like that drove you crazy, you wanted him so badly.

To let him know how you felt you kissed him again, knowing it would reassure him. As the kiss went on you felt Dean’s member press against you, and that alone made you moan his name.

When he heard you he bucked his hips towards you, needing you just as badly. He nearly begged into your ear, “ Say it again”. This side of Dean was something you only dreamed about, and having it be your reality made you soaking wet.

Before you could answer Dean slide your panties to the side and brushed your clit. It sent shivers down your spin, “ Dean please”. If your eyes weren’t closed you would’ve seen Dean grinning like a madman.

So many nights Dean had laid awake thinking about you in positions like this, coming undone right before him. He massaged your clit, “ That’s it princess, please what?”. If you weren’t so needy you would’ve cursed him for being so smug.

You looked down to him, “ Dean I need you to fuck me…please Dean”. Dean took off his own shorts, and completely took off your underwear. Slowly he undid your bra, and marveled at the sight of you completely naked.

He brought your body closer to his and sucked on your breast, swirling his tongue around your nipple. It was a small area but the pleasure radiated throughout your entire body. With his other hand he massaged your clit again.

You were already getting close, “ Fuck me Dean…I need you”. He flicked his tongue over your nipple before bringing his mouth back up to yours. Dean passionately kissed you again, “Fuck you sound so good begging for me”.

You felt Dean pressing against your entrance, his eyes looking for any doubt in yours. You cupped his cheek, “ Dean I’m sure I love you so much”. His eyes lit up, “ I love you two (y/n)”. With that you felt him slowly enter inside of you, your walls stretching against him.

Adjusting to his size you slowly rocked your hips back and forth. With his hands on your hips Dean guided you, helping you pick up the pace. You both kept moaning, you’d both never felt something this intense before.

As you went faster Dean massaged your clit again, “ Shit (y/n) you feel so good”. Dean took his finger that had been rubbing your clit and licked it, groaning at the taste. Your jaw dropped and the only response you had was to moan.

You started to pick up the pace, needing more of him. You bounced up and down on Dean’s dick and he hit your g-spot each time. The sensation of him pulling out and entering you fully all too much.

His thrusts started getting sloppier, “ Fuck I’m so close”. You felt like your orgasm could hit at any second, “ Me two Dean”. Dean started giving his all into every thrust, and you did the same.

You moved your hips in a circular motion around him, becoming sloppier yourself. Dean massaged your clit even faster getting you closer and closer. He was grunting and cursing, “ Cum for me (y/n)…fuck..cum for me princess”.

His words turned you on even more, pushing you over the edge. When your orgasm hit your body was no longer on fire, but rather waves of pleasure washed of you. Wave after wave rippled through your entire body and your only response was to call out his name.

Dean did the same, and you felt him twitch inside you. As he was cumming all he did was moan your name. All he could process was you and the pleasure you were giving him. His orgasm shook through him.

When it was over you both were left panting, looking into eachothers eyes. Dean pulled out but you still straddled him. Sheepishly you asked, “ Well we’re cured..still love me?”. He laughed and moved to his side, pulling you with him again. Dean dragged down your bottom lip with his thumb, “ Always have, always will”.  

which side of the coin are you on?

Requested by: @weallhaveadestiny

“Hello there! Hope you’re okay! Was wondering if you could do a reader x bill skarsgard where reader meets bill for the first time in stockholm, she doesn’t know he is an actor, and he wants to keep it that way. But, fans get involve. Rest is up to you if you feel inspired :) xx “  

Pairing: Bill Skarsgard x Reader      

A/N: Okay.. this is the first time I’ve write something with Bill, I‘m having a really bad crush on him and I can’t deal with him an his green eyes and everything. He’s such an amazing actor! I was in shock when I saw him as Pennywise.  Sorry for my horrible english, I swear I’m trying my best. :c

Title: Fika

You had spent the last twelve hours on a plane traveling to Stockholm on a trip that you had planned with your friends, they were dead tired and seemed that no one were interested in spending their first day out of their country exploring the big city, but you were an energetic girl, you used to be quiet and reserved in some things but your energy for everything was very impressive, you were that kind of people that just seeing them transmitted good vibes, so you decided to go out alone, you were not going to miss a single day of your trip.

You left the hotel where you and your three friends were staying and started to walk on the sidewalk with your hands inside your coat, you took some pictures of a big park, you loved to take pictures and publish them in your Instagram account, just for hobby. You also were a big fan of coffee, so you had made a promise to taste one from every place that you visited; on your way, you found a small cafe “Yummies coffee & bistro” you read in the entrance, you approached just when the first drops of rain had begun to fall; it was a rustic place, with some wooden little tables, each one adorned with a small desert plant in the center, there were plenty of Christmas lights everywhere that along with the light coming from the outside lit the place to perfection.

A guy with big green eyes who was sitting at one of the tables in the background watched you closely when you came in and gave you a small smile, you smiled back and chose a table by the window with a view to the outside and you sat to see the rain, you were sunk in your thoughts when the waitress’ voice took you out of your cave.

“Välkommen, fröken, kan jag erbjuda dig något att dricka? ”(literally I’ve translate this in google HAHA sorry) and in that moment you regretted not knowing Swedish, the young waitress left a menu on the table

“Sorry?” you said shyly in english

“Oh! Excuse me miss” she start speaking English” let me looking for another menu for you” she said taking back the menu that she had placed on the table before” May I offer you something to drink while I’m back?”

“I can wait, thank you” you said giving her a wide smile”

Several minutes had passed and it seemed that the waitress had completely forgotten about you; you decided to entertain yourself a few minutes checking your social networks on your cellphone, nothing new, just a few notifications from your family asking you how you were and some likes in the photo that you had uploaded just when you arrived in the city.

“Hello” you heard a manly voice next to you and turn yourself to see him. It was the green-eyed guy from before, he was too tall and was wearing a black coat

“Hi” you said gently, you didn’t know him, you had never seen him in your life before this day

“Are you waiting for someone?” he asked you doubting “I’ve seen you the last ten minutes and it seems like the waitress just forgot about you”

You laughed vigorously at his comment “No, I’m not expecting anyone, apparently she’s looking for a menu in English, I think she’s translating it herself” the man laughed

“I can help you order if you want, May I sit?”

You nodded “of course” He sat in the chair in front of you while looking at you

“You’re not from here… American?” he asked

“How did you know?”

“Your accent, your way of dressing, your essence” he laughed softly

“Are you telling me that I transmit Americanism?” you looked at him frowning

“Sort of…” you both laughed “I’m Bill by the way”

“I’m Y/N”

“Well YN, I don’t mean to bother you, I’m just trying to be a good citizen, let me call the waitress” He raised his hand and a different waitress appeared, she gave a menu to Bill and he started looking “anything special? “. He asked you

“mmmh” you said with your arms on the table “I would like to try… I don’t know, maybe something typical of the country?  What do you recommend?”

“Maybe a köttbullar?” you look surprised

“what is that?”

“Meatballs, actually, Swedish meatballs, they’re good, especially in this bistro”

“Okay, I’ll eat it” Bill ordered in Swedish and the waitress said that she was coming back with your food”

You both continued talking and laughing for a while “What brings you here, Y/N?”

“Well, my friends and I plan a trip every year, this time we decided to do something bigger and come here, we all agree to want to know Stockholm, I love the weather”

“Really?” he asked you frowning “but it’s rainy and I doubt that you can do much today”

“Well, that didn’t stop me to come here”

He laughed “Why did you come alone?  Where are your friends?

“We arrived just today and they were all dead tired to get to know the city, but I couldn’t stop thinking that I would be wasting my first day in Stockholm just because I didn’t sleep on the damn plane” You smiled at him.

“Cool” he said looking through the window “they will love the city, of course, if they decide to leave the hotel someday” you both laughed and the waitress arrived with your food

“Have you lived in here your whole life?” you asked him while giving a look at your food, it’s looks amazing and smell delicious

He kept thinking for a few minutes “something like that, I moved to America seven years ago, but right now I’m visiting my parents like every year”

“really? Why would you move to America? I mean… Stockholm is wonderful”

“Work” He said with a simple smile and you thought that he wasn’t ugly at all… 

“What do you do?… I just want to be sure that you’re not trying to kidnap me or something” He let out a playful giggle. The waitress approaches to remove the empty dishes and a group of girls appear

“Shit…” He whispered

“Mr. Skarsgard” said one of the girl, was about seventeen years old, Bill turning to see them smiling “ Could you signed this for me, please? “

“Sure…” He said, taking a sharpie and signing a Pennywise poster, you really had no idea what was going on or why these girls came out of looking for Bill and asking him for autographs and pictures, they thanked him and then left  ”What were we in?” he asked, you smiled at him  “What’s going on?”

“What about those girls?”

“mmmh, dunno, fans I guess” you look at him without understanding, he snorts “I’m an actor, that’s why I moved to America”

“Really?”

“Yep” he sighed “I was going to ask you if you’ll have a Fika with me before these girls showed up, but now I don’t know if you’re going to accept it”

“Fika?”

He smiled shyly “Sorry, I was trying to sound Swedish, that’s how we call at the coffee time”

“Oh… I would have said yes, even without knowing that you were an actor Bill, god, it must be tired to have to live with those girls behind you all the time, uh?” you crossed your arms

“Exhausting, annoying, but sometimes it’s fun, I mean, when you’re not trying to invite a girl who treats you like a normal human being, to go out”

You laugh putting your hand on your stomach “I’m full, I had planned to just have some coffee”

“Well, now we have one pending”….

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TITLE: Your Past Does Not Define You

IMAGINE: It was no secret that Bucky hated his past, how he regrets being the Winter Soldier. What happens when he meets someone that can change his mind? 

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warnings: swear words, brief harassment, small violence. 

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‘He had built up walls for years, keeping everyone out. Then she came into his life and with a touch of her finger the walls crumbled into ashes.’


Everyone knew that Bucky wasn’t one to converse with anyone, to talk to anyone let alone spend a minute in a room with someone that wasn’t Steve. He grunted and nodded, but no actual words ever came out of his mouth. He kept quiet, he kept to himself. No one really knew him, Steve did, but still…There were some things that he kept to himself, things that kept him up at night -waking from his nightmares, knives sheathed out panicking and looking around the room. He hated himself, he hated that he caused a war within a group, forcing everyone to take sides. Even years later when everything was settled, he still felt guilty thus he kept to himself. Maybe, just maybe if he didn’t speak and just did what everyone wanted him to do he could chip away the guilt.


He remembers the day vividly, it’s as if it’s a movie in his head, one that he can replay over and over again. He can pick out the exact moment that he knew in himself that she was going to change him.


“(Y/N), you have to be calm when you meet them, okay kid?” Tony looked over the kid next to him. Granted that she wasn’t a kid anymore, she was still a kid to him. “You can’t embarrass me, I have a reputation to uphold.”

(Y/N) barked out a laugh as she saw Tony puff out his chest, “I cross my heart that I won’t embarrass you.”

Tony smiled at her and opened the door, she instantly saw all the Avengers lounging around -some sitting down, some playing pool and some in the kitchen. He cleared his throat and they stopped and stared at him. “This is (Y/N),” he gestured the awed girl beside him.

She smiled at the group and waved, “I’m his love child,” she waggled her eyebrows and laughed out loudly when she saw the expressions on their face.

“She’s not,” Tony deadpanned. “What did I say about embarrassing me?” She shrugged in reply. Turning back to the group he explained, “She’s a recruit from Isla Nublar, Tony wanted her expertise on something. Plus, I’ve also known her since she was little so she’s like a little sister to me, so if any of you hurt her I will seriously kill you.”

“You can’t just mildly kill them?” (Y/N) teased and she received a jab from him. As they went around the room, introducing (Y/N) to everyone, she was awestruck by just how ordinary they were. Of course she kept up on the details, not hard to really. But it was so different, they were just normal people who were expected to drop everything to fight off the next evil.


After the introductions, she went to the kitchen to fix herself something to eat as everyone was heading to the gym. “For a bunch of superheroes they surprisingly have a lot of junk food in the fridge,” she mused to herself, thinking out loud. “Ooo, lasagne.” She picked out the heavy dish and turned around but bumped into someone.

“SHIT! I am so sorry,” (Y/N) looked at the lasagne and then back to the figure. Their black uniform was covered in red and white sauce. “I got lasagne on you,” she began wiping it off his uniform, after three wipes she realised how awkward it was.

She smiled sheepishly and look up at the man, “Sorry, didn’t mean to awkwardly touch you.” (Y/N) was going to say more but she stopped when she saw who she was talking to. It was Bucky Barnes. She read up on him, fascinated by history as both James Barnes and the Winter Soldier. “It’s not everyday that you get to live the tale that you accidentally dropped lasagne on an infamous assassin.” She tried to lighten the joke being the idiot as the was.

Bucky looked down at her, veiled amusement in his eyes. “Don’t really know the protocol for throwing lasagne at an assassin so forgive me if I don’t know how to act, I’m usually much cooler than this.” She gave him a toothy smile. (Y/N) wasn’t nervous, not at all, nor was she embarrassed.

“It’s okay,” his voice was rough from the lack of use. To his ears it sounded foreign, but to her it sounded beautiful.

“Do you want me to pay for dry-cleaning?” He tilted his head. “Uh, dry-cleaning is like this fancy service that you use when you want something to be professionally cleaned.” She sounded so unsure, but at the same time her voice was gentle and not at all patronising.

“I know what dry-cleaning is,” he gave her a small quick smile.

She found that she liked it when he smiled, he seemed younger and more relaxed even though she saw it for at least 3 seconds. “That’s good, that’s good.” She muttered, then looking down at the floor. “I haven’t been in the compound a day and I’ve already made a mess.” (Y/N) walked to the counter to fetch the kitchen roll, once in her hand she bent down and started wiping.

“Want some help?” Bucky knelt down and ripped some paper.


Maybe it was the way that she didn’t seem afraid of him and she treated him like a normal person. Or maybe it was because she made him laugh -something that hasn’t happened to him for so long. Or maybe it was her small, awkward yet charming smile that made him feel lighter than he’s ever felt before.


From that day on Bucky seeked out (Y/N), he came out of his room more, stayed in rooms longer than before. Of course everyone noticed his odd behaviour, it was hard not to. Bucky didn’t actively participate in conversations, but when (Y/N) asked him a question, flashed him a smile, or tried to include him in the conversation he reciprocated.


They were sitting in the living room, Stranger Things playing on the television. “You’re enjoying this,” she teased as she saw him lean in trying to figure out the scene.

Bucky leaned back nonchalantly and turned his head towards her, “It’s…different.”

“Different good?”

He nodded hesitantly. “It’s nice.”

She smiled triumphantly and leaned back, her arms touching his lightly. She tried not to think of how warmth seemed to radiate of him, or just how nice he smelt.

(Y/N) passed him the pizza, “Thanks, doll.” (Y/N)’s hand froze and turned to him.

He felt his face redden, and his hands clamp up. He didn’t mean to say that out loud, he didn’t mean for that nickname to slip. He didn’t turn to her, afraid of her reaction. It was an intimate nickname for someone, so he wouldn’t be surprised if she got up and left, never speaking to him again.

She made an appreciative noise, “I like that.”

Startled, he turned to her, “What?”

“I like that. It’s cute and it’s very you,” she gave him a grin and a wink. “Doll,” she tried it out, rolling the word off her tongue.

He smiled at her when she clucked her tongue, “Don’t I get a nickname?”

She narrowed her eyes, smiled and tilted her head, “Hm, what to call you. Buckster?” She tried out and she chuckled at his horrified expression. “Buckarro?” He poked her this time. “I know, I’ll call you James.”

This time he chuckled, “That’s my name, not exactly a nickname.”

“Except no one calls you that and that’s why it’s perfect. Everyone calls you Barnes, or Bucky, but never James. The name is something just the two of us,” she smiled at him.


He felt his heart quicken and reciprocated her smile. It was genuine and it was wide. It was the smile that he would have had on his face practically all the time back in the 40s. As they continued watching the show, he realized that he liked it when she said the two of them. ‘Just between the two of them.’ He smiled, contented for the first time.


(Y/N) stood in line, trying to memorize everyone’s drink order. She felt a hand touch her backside and she turned around, “What are you doing?”

The man behind her gave her a lopsided smile. Even under the bad fluro lights she could see that his eyes were glossy and he could hardly stand on his on two feet. “Hey there pretty lady.” He gave her a wink and (Y/N) screwed up her nose in disgust. “Don’t be like that,” he tried to touch her arm but she yanked it away.

“Don’t touch me,” she growled, her arms ready to fight just in case.

“Come on, pretty lady,” he yanked her by the waist and she yelped. (Y/N) hardly had time to hit the man as he was yanked off her. She tumbled to the ground, and watched as Bucky hit the man over and over again. Noticing how hard the punches were she pulled herself up and ran to where Bucky was.

“Bucky!” He didn’t turn around. He held the man’s collar and pulled his hand back to punch him again. “Bucky! Bucky!” (Y/N) ran and touched his shoulder, “James.” This time he turned around. Letting the man go.

She saw how his eyes and his face were different, she tentatively touched his cheek, “James, come back to me darling. Come back to me.” She rubbed his cheek affectionately, “I’m here, just come back to me, please.”

His gaze softened, and he cupped the hand that was on his cheek.

Bucky was sure that (Y/N) would have ran away, fleeing as she saw the side of him he desperately never wanted anyone to see, especially her. But all she did was hold his hand, nodding to Steve and took him outside leading him to the car.


Once they were in the safety of the complex, (Y/N) opened Bucky’s door and pulled him in. “Are you okay?”

He didn’t answer, instead he fell to his knees. (Y/N) knelt down and pushed back his hair, “Buck?”

“I’m sorry,” it was soft and she could hardly hear him but at the same time she could hear it clearly, the emotion; the heartbreak, anger and sadness.

(Y/N) launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck, squeezing him tighter as each second passed by. Once they broke apart she looked at him, “Never, ever apologize for that. Never apologize for that James.”

“I let him out, I never wanted to let him out.”

She could have burst out crying at how small he sounded. “No matter what, he will always be a part of you James, you can never erase him but,” she closed her eyes and shook her head. “Don’t ever be ashamed for something that you never did. You needed to be brainwashed, you needed a long time to transfer from James to the Winter Soldier. You’re not him.”

Bucky wrapped his arms around her, never letting her go, “You’re not him. You’re Steve’s Bucky, you’re my James, you’re our Barnes. Never forget that.” She gave him a kiss on the top of his head, “Even if you do, I’ll always be here to make you remember.”

“Promise?”

“Always.” It was such a simple word but it was filled with so much more than it could possibly contain. He felt his heart open, and it all it took was one word for his walls to be tore down.


It was a casual day, there was nothing important. She was in her pyjamas, and he was in his gym clothes. Both of them sat at the kitchen counter, each eating their respective breakfast.

“What would you say if I asked you on a date doll?” He didn’t look at her, fear of her rejection.

She placed her spoon down, “I would say that it took you long enough James.” When he looked up he could see her smile, happiness radiating off her face.


He was Bucky before. He was known for charming the dames, being everyone’s friend and always being there for Steve. Then he was known as the Winter Soldier. He was adored. One of the greatest killing machines that HYDRA has ever created. He was feared.Then he was Barnes. Long gone was Bucky (though not for Steve, he would always be Bucky for Steve), buried underneath everything, and long gone was the Winter Soldier. He was Barnes and he was part of the Avengers. He was accepted. Finally, he was James. Her James to be exact. He was understood, loved and adored. She was the one person that managed to find him when he was so lost in the dark. She was the beacon in his life that he longed for, that he thought was long gone because of the atrocities that he committed.

But here she was, next to him, one of her arms carelessly tossed on his stomach, one under the pillow. As Bucky stroked her hair, she softly groaned and lifted her head. “Hey Buck, is it morning yet?”

He gave her a small smile. “No, not yet.” (Y/N) sat up and stretched, then with a grin she straddled him.

She grabbed his metal arm and fiddled with his fingers, “You know we could just etch the ring on your finger, I mean you won’t ever lose it that way.” (Y/N) leaned forward and laid on his chest.

He loved this position, mostly because he could feel her heartbeat. “I’m not you, doll, I mean how many times have you lost your ring?” He felt her lightly smack him, and he started running his hand down her back.

“Shut it, you love me.”

“Maybe I don’t.”

“You’re marrying me.”

“Eh,” he gave her a shrug and sat back up.

“Do I have to convince you that marrying me would be the greatest thing ever?” She grinded her hips against his, and smirked when he groaned.

“The greatest thing ever was meeting you doll,” he sat up and kissed her.

Bucky managed to find someone to break him out of his shell. A person who managed to keep the nightmares at bay, even on the rare occasions he had them she was there right by his side, brushing his hair back and whispering comforting words in his ear. He found the person that managed to love his past even when he couldn’t.

Okay. So I’ve been stiring on this for a while so I finally decided to take a really good look at what’s actually happening.

I’d like to start off by saying that Steve was pretty much a dick the entire film. I mean I get that he didn’t want to sign the accords but the way he went about it was just so completely wrong. Thing is I completely agree with Tony because he had it right because he knew what was going on. I mean, out of the two of them who actually knows the politics of the 21st century and has worked these sorts of things for decades? Tony.

Tony knew, as soon as the Sokovia Accords were made that he had to sign on. It wasn’t about guilt, although that was part of it. It was about the fact that if they didn’t do it now, it would be much worse later and or done to them and he knew that. (He actually says this in the film.) He also knew that the only way to have ammendments was to prove he was willing to cooperate. As with any new law and it’s affected parties.

Tony knew they needed oversight. Everything has some sort of chain of command. Military. Police. Business. Etc. And Tony knew the value of having that chain.

Steve Rogers on the other hand, doesn’t seem to understand the necessity. Need I remind you that he repeatedly went against that chain and was rewarded for it? Sure, he saved a bunch of people when he went to get Bucky, but that’s not the point. He ignored the chain and there could have been dire consequences (as we see in the future after S.H.I.E.L.D fell)

Another thing. He went after Bucky. Only Bucky. Noone else. It was pure chance that he let those guys out first, but they were used as a distraction so he could get to his main goal. Bucky. We see time and time again that Steve gets tunnel vision when it comes to Bucky.

And in Civil War it escalates to the point where he’s injuring and getting innocent people killed for Bucky. Only Bucky. When it comes to Bucky, everyone and everything else is inconsequential and unimportant as long as Bucky is fine.

Steve did not read the Accords. Fact. He left for Peggy’s funeral while he was skimming. Even if he did read it all, there is no possible way (and Tony Stark would bet his fortune on it) that he understood all of it enough to make an informed opinion. Laws use a lot of big words. Big words that would have been invented in the 70 years Cap was gone. So no, Steve didn’t actually know what the Accords were about.

He probably had no idea what the UN was either. Did you see his notebook in CAWS? Pop culture. 7 decades worth of world history? No, Moon landing, that’s it. Politics? Nope. New laws or government organizations (like the UN)? Nada. I think it’s safe to say that Steve wasn’t really caught up if pop culture is the sort of thing he’s catching up on.

Steve had made his mind up already. And he can’t use the Bucky excuse because by then Bucky wasn’t in the picture yet. Steve never gave a thought to the Accords and then Bucky fueled that fire and made him stubborn to a point beyond stupidity.

So, to sum up here. Tony knew that the Accords were going to happen no matter what and was willing to help make ammendments to suit everyone affected by the law. Steve went “Fuck you, I know better that 117 countries” and got a lot of people hurt and or killed.

Here’s another kicker. Tony convinced Steve to sign the Accords. He was literally about to and then Wanda was brought up, which is another thing.

Okay, a) why the fuck is she an Avenger? She was a HYDRA agent. A willing one, might I add. She and her brother volunteered to be experimented on and then work for them. She was the cause of Ultron.

She did mess with his head, and arguably, because it probably was, it was worse for him. He was alone. He didn’t know she was there, then suddenly he’s shown his worst fears mingled with a shit tonn of major PTSD triggers. He probably didn’t even know Wanda gave him the vision. He has PTSD, he’s probably used to attacks where he sees things.

I mean seriously, Tony has made AI’S before and none of them went bad. (DUM-E, U, JARVIS, then FRIDAY) They (Bruce & Tony) even say in AOU “We’re not even close to an interface yet” which means something jumped the mind stone to hijack the incomplete program.

Then you’ve got to think, an AI is made, with incomplete programming and whatever the mind stone did, and then was instantly thrust into the Internet. No wonder he wanted to kill everything. Information overload much, then attempting to make something of it all.

She had(/has) an illogical and unreasonable hatred for Tony Stark. Sure, the bomb thing was probably traumatizing, but she’s like ~23 now. That’s over a decade since it happened and you’ve got to think, why didn’t the bomb go off?

Stark weapons were brilliant. Top of the line never failing basically. So. Two bombs are dropped, and from the sounds of it, there was no explosion or if there was it was really small. Otherwise how could they be so close to her parents without dying too?

So, this leaves two possibilities. First, was the bomb actually Stark tech? Her home was war torn at the time. I’m sure some sides would like to intimidate their enemies with the idea they have Stark weapons. OR, the bomb was never armed. Again, war torn country. It’s entirely possible the plane carrying it was shot down.

So, unreasonable and illogical. If someone stabs you, who do you blame? The knife, the manufacturer/designer of the knife, or the person who stabbed you? The third one, obviously. So why was Tony Stark to blame? We’ve also got to remember Obadiah was dealing under the table.

b) She is NOT a kid, and I don’t understand why pretty much everyone thinks she is. She’s ~23. She can drink. She can vote. She can drive. She’s killed people. She became HYDRA. In what way is she a child? The way I see it she hadn’t been one in a very long time.

c) back to CW. Steve got all pissy because Tony kept Wanda in the compound (the lap of luxury need I remind you) for her own safety and the safety of those around her. It wasn’t a matter of her starting a fight. If she’d gone out and been attacked and defended herself, the situation would be made so much worse for her. Especially if someone got hurt or dead when she did so.

Now we get to the airport. Tony tries to talk. Steve is dismissive and unwilling to listen. Steve refuses to share vital information that would have helped the situation and the threat they had every reason to believe exists.

Steve starts the fight. His team doesn’t hold back like Tony’s does. They destroy a lot of property and nearly killed T'Challa and Spiderman several times. I mean, fuck you Steve, who just drops a huge heavy walkway create thing on someone who is obviously a teen? And then WALK AWAY while they struggle to hold it up. What if you had overestimated Spiderman’s strength? Congrats, you just killed a kid because once again you show no regard for anyone else besides Bucky.

He leaves his team. They probably knew even less about the situation than he did, because he knew fuck all about the Accords so I can’t imagine the bullshit Scott and Clint were told.

Then fucking Natasha. Ffs, she could have easily either disabled/sabotaged the quinjet or delayed them from leaving. But she didn’t. Then she has the nerve to tell Tony to watch his back after she betrayed him.

Also, Rhodey. Oh my god. Everyone gives Tony shit for point blank shooting Sam, but think about it. If Sam had taken the hit and turned into a glider, Rhodey would be fine. It doesn’t completely make sense, but there was a long moment where Tony was watching Rhodey fall to his death. Sam was a quick way to lash out. He also didn’t hit him that hard, just enough to knock him down.

Zoom ahead, Tony gets evidence that prove Bucky is innocent and admits he was wrong. (About what though I’m not sure, because all he wanted to do was give Bucky mental help and a fair trial but whatever. It’s not like Steve told him about the threat or anything. Because that would have been helpful.)

Clint makes a crack at Rhodey’s condition which is such a dick move. Sam then tells Tony the information he should have been given from the beginning by Mr ‘I-Dont-like-my-team-keeping-things-from-me’ Rogers. Tony heads to Siberia as a friend.

Steve gets a little arrogant cause he’s got this attitude of ‘I knew I was right the whole time and I’m glad you’ve finally seen sense’.

Then the video. This pissed me off the most I think.

You’ve just witnessed your parents brutally murdered by the person standing not 10 feet away from you. This reopens unprocessed greif and causes emotional backlash. Then you find out someone you thought of as a friend had known. Known for years. Since CAWS. And never said a thing in an environment where it would have been okay, instead of watching the murder and then being told someone close to you knew the whole time who had done it. (Again because it was Bucky. Bucky is more important than the world, remember?)

And his face. It’s so broken and betrayed. (I’d add a picture of Tumblr would let me) and he attacks, because who wouldn’t?

And then Steve does the worst possible thing he could in that situation. Fight back. When someone is having an emotional breakdown like that, you hold them until they calm down and Steve was well within his power to do so. If he’d tried he probably could have talked Tony down.

Fighting more fighting. Steve starts disabling the suit. To you can no longer fly properly. Then he proceeds to continue to be violent and make it worse and acts like it’s not a justifiable or reasonable reaction for a human to have (especially one with PTSD and a past of horrible things happening when he’s betrayed by someone close to him)

They gang up on him. Then Bucky had him pinned and is trying to rip out the Arc Reactor. Once again, PTSD. Also, need I remind you that he’s only recently had it removed from his chest. That was the only thing keeping him alive for a long time. In the state of mind he was in, he wouldn’t have remembered he no longer needed it to survive, hence blasting off his metal arm.

By this point he seems to have calmed down a bit and isn’t actively going for the kill, he’s just defending himself at this point.

He tells Cap to stay down, because he doesn’t want to fight him, and when he’s momentarily distracted Cap jumps on him and slams him to the ground. Tony barely does anything and then Steve is punching the faceplate. Then he’s smashing it with the sheild.

There’s this moment, you can kinda see it in the 3 secs of gif tumblr would let me use. There’s this moment where Steve is seriously considering decapitation. Tony sees this, is terrified and emotionally unbalanced and covers his face.

Steve slams the sheild into the reactor and leaves it there. Tony goes wide eyed with terror and let’s out a very not good sounding breath. He’s looking at Cap with such fear because he saw what Steve was about to do. Saw him stab him in the back and literally break his heart. (Kept him alive for years, remember?)

There is so much fear and Steve looks at him with no regret for what he just did and twists the sheild out of Tony’s chest and walks away.

When he drops it, his expression is like indulging a child in something stupid.

Then he leaves him there to die basically. Tony can’t fly, the suit is dead. Can’t contact anyone. The suit is dead. Noone knows where he is and T'Challa took Steve and Bucky with him when he left.

Steve Rogers beat Tony to a pulp after he witnessed something truly traumatizing and then left him to die in the middle of nowhere in an old HYDRA base.

They act like it was Tony’s fault for the Raft as well. I mean, they’re powered and dangerous and also criminals. The Raft was a bit much though, I’ll admit. But Tony didn’t put them there. He brought them in because he was following the law like everyone else on the planet should. Because he didn’t think himself above the law the Steve did. (Aka flipping the bird at 117 countries whose people say they’re scared and what someone to oversee the Avengers) and the jacket and collar on Wanda was unethical. I think the collar on its own would have been fine but wearing a straitjacket for too long is really bad for your health.

And then just to put the icing on the cake. The letter. The damn fucking letter. It’s mocking. It’s arrogant. Not once is there an apology or true regret. Other than regretting that they’re now criminals who hurt so many people that is. But mostly just the fact they have to hide when 'they did nothing wrong’. No remorse for anything. Not for Tony, defiantly not. That would be decent. Not for anyone else either.

“I know I hurt you”. That’s not an apology. There was no mention of the destruction he left behind in his quest for saving a single man, who has killed people. A lot of people. By choice or not, it was still his body. His life was not worth the loss of so many innocent lives. There was no acknowledgement of how deeply you hurt Tony. How much you damaged him.

Steve basically says. “I forgive you for being wrong and because I’m such a nice and just person when you see I’m right I’ll be here for you and all will be forgiven. Because we’re still friends/family. Even if you fucked up.”

Argh. Angry ranting at 2am. I’ve probably missed points I wanted to make but my wrists are cramping and I’m tired.

I just… I used to like Steve, but Tony a little more because he always seemed more relatable to me. (And had a more interesting backstory.) And then this movie just made me hate Cap so much. He was such a dick in it and it annoys me that the movie was obviously trying to get you to side with him. Feel free to add anything to this.

The promo and the GIF/photos inspired me…also on AO3 http://archiveofourown.org/works/9621602

Sharing is trusting

Alec’s hands are griping Magnus’ shirt backing him up towards the bedroom, leaning down to kiss him passionately as they go, lips crashing together as he’s pulled against the hard lines of shadowhunter body.

 Magnus is loving this turn of events just days after their first date but can’t help wonder why Alec suddenly seems so forward when something dawns on him. Quickly he breaks the kiss, gasping for breath with a hand on Alec’s chest to try and keep some space between them.


“Alexander…wait a moment please.” Magnus smiles at Alec and takes a small step away, hoping to slow things down a little.

“You do know just because I told you about the 17,000 doesn’t mean I expect to add you to that list right away. I think you and I could have something really special here and that means that I want to treasure every moment with you.

We don’t have to rush this, you only get one first time and you need to be sure you’re ready. And then, when you’re sure we’ll make it special, meaningful. Most of the others I don’t even remember their names, they were just a way to pass the time on lonely nights. A quick bit of fun, you already mean way more than that to me already, you know that right?”

Alec blushes and looks away, unable to hold Magnus’ gaze.

“I…I…I just want to make you happy. I don’t want you to find someone else Magnus, someone who knows how to do this, who can give you a proper relationship with everything that involves. How can I compare to all those other experiences you’ve had when I’ve literally done nothing! ”

Magnus slides his hand from Alec’s chest up to the front of his shoulder and rubs small comforting circles with his thumb until the shadowhunter looks at him again.

“Alexander, you don’t have to compete. You have my full attention and there is no one I want to spend time with more than you. I love just talking to you, I’d love to snuggle with you while we chat, kiss you some more but only if you want it too. It’s ok if we take this slow, just try not to overthink everything. You’re not the only one that feels vulnerable. ”


Alec searches Magnus face trying to figure out why the beautiful, confident man in front of him could possibly feel vulnerable.

“What are you worried about Magnus, you’ve lived forever, had so many experiences. You must know how handsome and wonderful you are, how attractive others find you.” Alec says, no heat behind his words just feeling confused still.

“Well, I try…” Magnus chuckles gesturing at himself, drawing attention to his make up and jewellery before looking a little more serious when he continues. “But there’s things about me you don’t know yet. I’m hoping you’ll get to know them eventually but let’s just say not everyone over the years has been as tolerant of warlocks as you are. Not all experiences are good ones.”

“You know that how I feel has nothing to do with you being a warlock or not. It’s you as a person that I like.” Alec reassures.

Magnus smiles up at Alec before taking a deep breath, his face now reflecting his inner insecurities and doubts, deciding if he really wants to continue with what he’s about to do.

“What’s is it Magnus? ” Alec asks as he notices not only the expression change but also the way Magnus whole body seems to have stiffened slightly.

“I want to show you something Alexander, I think it’ll help. You’ve told me about your insecurities and fears tonight so it’s only right I share a big one of my own. ” he tries to smile at the taller man but it feels week even to himself.

“Only if you’re sure…” Alec repeats back Magnus’ earlier sentiment.

“I’m sure…its just…I’ve lost people who I was interested in before over this, I don’t want to lose you but I don’t want to hide from you. I trust you and it’s important to me that you know exactly what you’re getting into before you decide if you want us to go further.” 


“Er…okay?” Alec says as he watches Magnus closes his eyes, take a deep breath and seems to steady himself for a moment. He takes both of Magnus’ hands in his, interlacing his own fingers with the other mans ringed fingers trying to reassure the man in front of him.

Slowly Magnus’ eyes flutter open and Alec’s breath catches at what he sees. Gone are the deep brown eyes that he’s used to seeing Magnus with, the expressive eyes that always give away what the warlock is feeling and now in their place are honey gold orbs with narrow almond shaped pupils. They seem to sparkle in the light and Alec can’t help but stare. 


Magnus looks away blinking as he puts the glamour back up, sadness reflected on his face as he tries to turn away and Alec immediately realises he’s not said anything yet and had just been examining the warlock marks, his gaze intense and emotionless as he tried to take in every detail. He quickly lifts his hand to cup Magnus’ face in his palm and guides it back towards him.

“You’re beautiful” he whispers, his voice breathy and low “seriously Magnus, I got a little lost looking at them and I’m sorry if that made you doubt my reaction but your eyes are just mesmerising.” Alec leans in to gently place a kiss on Magnus’ lips before pulling back to smile at him.

Magnus lets out the breath he hadn’t even realised he was still holding and smiles up at his boyfriend, his heart squeezes in his chest and he’s pretty sure it’s the last fragments of the walls he’d built crumbling and falling away. 

They stand like that for a few moments, neither one saying anything just looking at each other and smiling. Alec is the first to break the comfortable silence.

“Don’t feel like you ever have to hide from me Magnus, I love your real eyes and I’m honoured you felt ready to show me them. Now can we get back to where this night was originally going. I might have started with all the wrong reasons but I’m sure now. I trust you Magnus and I want to spend the night with you.”

“Alexander, you never cease to amaze me!” Magnus whispers as he reveals his cat eyes again and this time it’s him who reaches up to wrap his hand around the back of Alec’s neck, pulling him down to kiss him deeply as they slowly start walking their way to the bedroom again. 

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Magnus stirs early the next morning, the rising sun shining in his eyes where he forgot to close the curtains last night. What catches his eye though is the perfect form laying next to him, the sheet covering Alec’s lower body but his torso is bathed in sunlight and Magnus reaches out to trace the runes across the muscled sholders and back. 

Alec yawns and groans as he slowly wakes up, rolling over to smile at the warlock as long fingers slide from his back, across his ribs to land on his chest as he moves.  

“Morning sweetheart” Magnus whispers as he places a chaste kiss on Alec’s cheek.

“Hi,” Alec breathes “so last night really happened.” A blush spreading on his cheeks. 

“You don’t regret it do you?”

“Of course not Magnus, it was wonderful, you were amazing. I just wish I could have made it as good for you as it was for me” Alec ducks his head, avoiding Magnus’ gaze.

“Darling, you have no idea how good it was for me too. Being your first was an honour but it was my first time too. The first time I got to be with you, a memory I will always treasure. It’s something I hope to repeat often though.” Magnus chuckles and gives Alec a fond look.

Alec just smiles and snuggles close and rests his head on Magnus’ chest.

“I think I like that idea…very much!”

“You know Alexander, I think I had to kiss a lot of toads first but I finally found my prince in you.”

Alec just rolls his eyes at the cheesy comment but suddenly every last doubt he ever had about not being able to compare to everyone in Magnus’ past has gone. They might have got to have a small taste of this magical man but Alec is the one who gets to keep him.

I will softly pull away
In this broken beautiful mess I’ve made
And in the dead and quiet I will slowly fade
In this masterpiece I made

I’ll burn out and slip away
And this just a part I portray
You’re beautiful, can I hide in you and stay here?


Hush now they’ll hurt you till your heart melts
They know you’re lonely
And they will only break your heart
And this masterpiece will tear you apart

Tried to make a short animation (emphasis on tried) cause I really liked those lyrics and seems to match well with this side of the square. 

This is also a wink to another show I really like so if someone guesses which show, I will draw something for them. Whatever they want (except nsfw)

My face when the fandom tries to compare a brainwashed, drugged Ray’s crimes to that blonde Marshall Applewhite wannabe’s crimes.

Rika was literally controlling him, y'all. Don’t forget that. It wouldn’t make any difference if she was a man, I’d still hate his cult leader, ‘stabbing my ex cuz he doesn’t love me anymore’ ass. You can’t compare the situations, Ray is Rika’s victim.

She took a boy that knew next to nothing about the world because of his extremely abusive mother who didn’t let him outside, and started giving him a drug that flooded him with dopamine. She convinced him to hate his brother for leaving him in order to make him dependent on her and only her. Ray clung to her because she made him experience happiness for the first time, even if it was fake and drug induced.

The drug is never fully explained, but it causes hallucinations and makes you ill after prolonged use, and Ray has been using it for years. I know from my experience with psychedelics, that if your mind is not in the right place when you take drugs, it will seriously fuck you up. It can change your worldview and personality completely. Set and setting are extremely important, and mentally unstable individuals should not take it.

I was in a terribly depressed mood for hours once after taking LSD, just from watching the first episode of Trailer Park Boys, my mind was stuck on a loop of how truly terrible their lives are. This show is a fucking comedy, and it had me in a bad mental spot for about 6 hours. Just imagine what it would do to a boy who has had the life Ray has.

There’s a reason for the term ‘trip baby sitting.’ Other’s influences are really strong, and if you start to spiral into a bad place, you need someone to talk you through. Rika obviously used this vulnerable state that she induced in Ray to shape his mind for her selfish purposes.

I’m sure there was a trial and error period before they got the dosing to the point where people could function well while on it, so Ray has probably been in the state V was at one point or another. And we all saw how depressed V was after it began to wear off. Ray doesn’t take the elixer regularly because it hurts his stomach. So hes on a constant drug induced wave of depressed followed by a forced high from dopamine. Speaking of dopamine, his ability to produce it naturally is probably completely shot from prolonged use.

The elixer seems to have some psychedelic properties, but it’s definitely mixed with something else to cause physical harm. Psychedelics only cause psychological damage, hence the name, and there’s no known case of overdosing on them. Mixing drugs is very, very dangerous, and I can guarantee that Rika isn’t qualified to do so safely. Take note that we never see her taking it.

Long story short, Rika fucked Ray up mentally. If he stopped taking this drug, or never took it to begin with, I highly suspect he wouldn’t have been so committed to Rika or to ‘paradise.’ Would he be pretty fucked from past trauma? Definitely. But I really don’t believe he would be so far gone if Rika hadn’t lied and manipulated his mind.

All I’m trying to say here, is I’ve seen a lot of people defending her, saying the fans would like her if she was a guy, or excusing her actions because of mental issues, or saying Ray is just as bad, and that’s simply not the case. Ray sympathizers aren’t ignoring his crimes, we’re just aware that he’s been manipulated into them, and that makes all the difference. And its really a disservice to fellow fans to think they aren’t aware of or don’t care about the bad things Ray has done. We want him to be happy because he never stood a chance, because we know that deep down, he’s actually not a bad person, he’s just been used as a puppet for Rika’s selfishness, and that HE DESERVES BETTER.

Rika, however, seems to be truly, deeply malicious. No one is manipulating Rika. This is all her. I would hate her just as much if she was a man, because these actions cannot be excused no matter what. In my book, she’s just as bad as other cult leaders, like Marshall Applewhite and Charles Manson, who are, you guessed it, MEN. I have no sympathy for whose who use the vulnerability of abused people for their own purposes, which is a big reason I don’t like religion in general, but that’s a whole other rant that I won’t get into here.

Sorry for getting so serious, just felt it needed to be addressed. I’ll be back to regularly scheduled programming soon.