i just stay here in my delusions

In Memory of Carrie Fisher: Princess Leia Roleplaying Sentence Starters
  • "Why, you stuck up, half-witted, scruffy-looking, Nerf-herder!"
  • " Captain, being held by you isn't quite enough to get me excited."
  • " I'd just as soon kiss a Wookiee."
  • "I don't know where you get your delusions, laser brain."
  • "Well, I guess you don't know everything about women yet."
  • "I hope you know what you're doing."
  • "You don't have to do this to impress me."
  • "Would it help if I got out and pushed?"
  • "I happen to like nice men."
  • " Stop that. My hands are dirty."
  • " I am not a committee!"
  • " I thought you knew this person."
  • " I have a bad feeling about this."
  • " We're going to get pulverized if we stay out here much longer."
  • "Some day you're gonna be wrong, I just hope I'm there to see it."
  • "You certainly have a way with people..."
  • "I don't know who you are or where you came from, but from now on you'll do as I tell you, okay?"
  • "Someone has to save our skins. Into the garbage chute, fly boy."
  • "I recognized your foul stench when I was brought on board."
  • "Aren't you a little short for a stormtrooper?"
  • " It's a wonder you're still alive."
  • "Will someone get this big walking carpet out of my way?"
  • "You came in that thing? You're braver than I thought."
  • "You needn't worry about your reward. If money is all that you love, then that's what you'll receive."
  • "Your friend is quite the mercenary. I wonder if he really cares about anything. Or anybody."
  • "They let us go. It was the only reason for the ease of our escape."
  • "I knew there was more to you than money.
  • "Put that thing away, you're gonna get us all killed!"
  • "Looks like you've managed to cut off our only escape route."
  • "This is some rescue! You came in here, but didn't you have a plan for getting out?"
  • "You're a jittery little thing, aren't you?"
  • "Who have they found to pull that off?"
  • "You know, no matter how much we fought I've always hated watching you leave.
  • "You think I want to forget him? I want him back."
Dealings with a Devil (Part 8)

Dealings with a Devil (Part 8)

Reader X Darkiplier

You, Reader, have made a deal with what you believed to be a fantasized version of your favorite YouTuber’s alter ego, Darkiplier after he’d visited you in a dream. You believed Darkiplier to only exist in your dreams and on Markiplier’s YouTube channel, but by some impossible way he’s real and he intends on collecting on your debt to him.

Originally posted by glittchiplier

You’ve been dreaming of Dark for nearly a year now. He’s always so suave but aloof. Very rarely does he get too close to you. If you’re really analyzing your dreams it’s a little weird. Up until three months ago he’d hold you, kiss you even, but now…

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anonymous asked:

What's a garrus?

*le gasps*

*le dies*

*le revives*

Garrus Vakarian.

Originally posted by renegade-shepard

He’s from the original Mass Effect trilogy.  A turian, he grew up in a militant society and was pretty much born and raised to fight for a military cause.  When Shepard, the protagonist, runs into him, he is a member of CSec (Citadel [big space hub] Security) investigating the same villain you’re chasing down.  He joins up with your eclectic team of Alliance (human military) and alien alike in order to take down a rouge SPECTRE (Special Tasks and Reconnaissance force) which turns into a race against a large force called the Reapers who are hell-bent on destroying the entire galaxy.

But a little backstory?  Turians and humans literally just got over a war with each other, and there’s a bit of bitterness on both sides.  The First Contact war lasted for near on 60 years or so three months (Thank you @garrus for that correction) and was recently-ish resolved, so now there’s peace and all, but there’s still obvious tensions between the species, so it’s really kind of baffling that he joins up in the first game.

So back to the game.

Originally posted by barbatos-smash

Garrus is thus acquainted with what it means to be an enforcer of the law and he’s accustomed to going through a few loopholes to get what needs to be done done.  For a turian, this is pretty strange as they’re accustomed to taking orders and firing shots where they’re directed.  Make no mistake, they probably won’t go along if they notice a lot of things amiss, but they won’t actively break rules and regulations in order to finish the task either.  Garrus is special, and the fact that he willingly joined a human team to do the right thing over keeping his safe job at CSec proves that.

Over the course of ME1, you can become friends with Garrus and learn about his way of thinking.  He’s actually not a romanceable option until the second game, but in the first he becomes a true friend (at least to me) and someone with whom to disagree with and converse with.  His loyalty mission is kinda fun, too, as you get to state your piece and he takes your words (albeit with a grain of salt, but that kinda adds to his charm).

Originally posted by dumbass-effect

When we move onto ME2, Shepard (you) has died and been resurrected by a shady group named Cerberus, who is in all essence a human supremecist group.  They and they alone have caught onto the Reaper threat and, as a precaution, have decided to raise Shep from the dead.

This is only important because everyone literally hates Cerberus and that doesn’t exclude Garrus.  You find him on the rouge planet of Omega, under a new name.  Archangel, he calls himself.  Unsatisfied with CSec after Shepard’s death, Garrus became a hardcore vigilante, gathering together a team of his own and hitting the omega gangs hard.  This becomes a portion of his backstory as one of his team mates led to the death of the rest.  This becomes his loyalty mission and you can’t romance Garrus until this dude is ‘taken care of’.

You can choose to let Garrus take the shot (Renegade) or convince him to spare his life (Paragon). Either way, with the ghost of his team off his back, you can awkwardly flirt with this dude who has literally been the only teammate (aside from Tali) to follow you from game 1 to game 2.  Most people do romance him because of how unwavering he is, how passionate he is about his cause, and how intensely he supports Shep.  And even if you don’t romance him, he is literally the best bro a bro could ask for.

There’s a DLC here that I actually haven’t played, but you can totally check it out all over YouTube.  X’D

Originally posted by garrus

And have I mentioned that Garrus is an awkward flirt?  Because he is.  Oh, spirits, is he an awkward flirt.  X’D  (That was a nod to turian culture, but moving on)

Originally posted by turianhipappreciation

And then, ME3.

MASS.

EFFECT.

FREAKING.

THREE.

If you choose to keep Garrus as your LI, he meets you (again) with a bit of hesitance and awkwardness, which Shep immediately soothes with a kiss.  Throughout the game, which is the most intense and long-strained battle by far, he constantly reassures her, pushing her forward and helping her through by just being there.  He has his conflicting views on some things, of course (the cruel calculus of war), but he will always follow her lead.  And even if you aren’t LI with him, he is absolutely the best bro a bro could ask for, still supporting and pushing Shep forward.

But oh man is this guy a sappy romantic.  When the galaxy is a wreck and everything looks like it’s going to hell in a handbasket, he’s just got your six and everything’s okay again.  He’ll tell you that he needs you and that you need to focus on taking care of yourself even as you fight this war.  Just little reminders to not let the war take your very soul, the soul he fell in love with.  And even if you’re not in love, he’s more of a ‘take care of yourself, man.  This war will still be here when you wake up’.

Garrus is just sweet.  Or maybe that’s my perspective.  X’D

BUT WHEN THE FINAL BATTLE HAPPENS, YOU’VE GOT–NGGH!!!

Okay, so before the battle, Shep makes the rounds with all of the crew, saying goodbyes and having touching emotional scenes with each of them because they’re all friends.  But Garrus is under no delusions.  He knows they probably won’t make it alive, despite his ‘insubordination’ to order her to stay alive (I love that scene it just kills me).  And he says that the turian version of heaven is a bar.  So if they don’t make it, meet him there, because he’s buying (insert squealing fangirl here).

Originally posted by mostlyrepostingturians

Then, telling him goodbye as you pretty much fling yourself into the final choice?  Just kill me.  Kill me a million times over because saying goodbye to Garrus is literally the most difficult thing ever.

I’d love to sit and chat more Garrus with you, but I do have to get ready for Judo, so I’ll just end with this.  Garrus Vakarian is quite literally the embodiement of what a good human should be.  He is stubborn, passionate, a little awkward, such a dork, and ultimately good.  He’s sometimes confusing (for me) to understand, but there’s no doubt that he’s always got his heart in the right place.  And I have, in no way, done his entire character justice here, but I implore you to play the game and know this awesome guy for yourself.

Sterek Week Day Two: Scene Stealer

Title: It Was Enchanting to Meet You

This is Sterek version of the Disney movie Enchanted because I have no shame. Derek is the prince in this instead of Stiels, simply because if Stiles were the prince there would have been a lot more singing, and I didn’t have time for to write all of that unfortunatly. Hope you enjoy

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When Derek was younger, he used to dream about true love. After Paige and Kate, he dreaded it. But now, here with Stiles in his arms, he thinks that maybe it could be something to look forward to again.

Stiles fits perfectly in the curve of his body, hands warm where they’re pressed to Derek’s. Even though they’re about the same height, Stiles has his head tucked on Derek’s shoulder, nose pressed against Derek’s throat. They’re not really following the dance anymore. Instead, they’re focused on staying close together.

Somewhere, Laura and Lydia are dancing. But here and now, the only thing that matters is Stiles.

When Derek had fallen through the portal into a whole new reality, he had been overwhelmed by everything. His princely garments made him stick out in the crowds. People openly stared at him, and yelled obscene things his way. The large metal animals barreling down the roads beeped at him and made it hard to get anywhere. All he wanted to do was run somewhere quiet, somewhere he would be safe.

After he had finally found a familiar sight, Derek had moved in that direction automatically. The garish pink castle seemed like a perfect escape. But when he finally climbed up to where it sat, the castle he found turned out to be nothing more than paint and empty promises. He’s not sure what he would have done if Stiles hadn’t shown up. He doesn’t like to think about that too much.

Because Stiles saved him. No one had ever really done that for Derek before.

Stiles and his daughter Amelia brought him back to their home. They let him bathe, provided him with a new set of garments, and then offered him a warm meal.

He repaid their kindness by telling them the truth about what happened to him, thinking it only fair that they should know. Amelia had sat in rapture as Derek told them about his kingdom, about how everything that he knew was burned to the ground by a woman he had once been betrothed to. He tried to brush of the more disturbing details for the small girl’s sake, but had wanted them to understand the truth of what had happened.

Kate had wanted power and control over their kingdom. The betrothal to Derek was all part of her scheme to take over as Queen, and when he turned her down, she took revenge on his family. His older sister, one of the only other survivors in their family, was the one to send him to this strange place when it became clear that Kate wanted him tortured and killed. She got a mage to create the portal, hoping that sending him away would keep him safe. Now he’s trapped here.

When Derek finished talking, Amelia asked a hundred questions, wanting to know more about magic and the place he had always called home. Derek tried to keep up with everything she asked him, explaining his answers to the best of his ability. Stiles just sat there silently and watched the two of them with a frown that kept deepening.

Eventually, Stiles stated that it was time to go to sleep. After he put Amelia to bed, Stiles returned to his seat across from Derek, crossed his arms and stared at him for a long moment. Finally he said, “Thank you, for taking Ame seriously. She-. Most people treat her like a child. They know that I’m her dad and they-.” He had sighed. “Just, thank you.”

Derek had narrowed his eyes at the unfinished sentence, then nodded. “She is a bright child,” he said finally, choosing not to address the last part of Stiles sentence, mostly because he hadn’t known how.

“My father is a police officer,” Stiles blurted, like those words meant something to Derek. When Derek just stared at him, he had sighed and said something about needing help under his breath.

“You don’t believe me,” Derek concluded with a frown of his own.

Barking out a laugh, Stiles had asked, “Do you really blame me?”

Derek thought about it for a moment. “I suppose not. Magick doesn’t seem to exist in your realm.” He curled in on himself at that prospect. Without magick, how would he ever be able to return to his sisters?

“Hey. Listen, I uh-. Maybe I don’t really believe you’re a prince from some other realm, but I’m still going to help you, alright.” Reaching over, Stiles had gripped Derek’s shoulder and smiled warm and genuine. “We’ll figure this out, okay? For now though, we should get some rest.” He helped Derek set up a bed on the couch, offering him soft blankets and softer smiles. It had eased some of the fear in Derek’s chest, having someone look out for him again.

The next day, Stiles had brought one of his friends over to talk to Derek, a beautiful woman with bright red hair. She reminded him of Laura with the way she commanded the room. Lydia listened to everything he said with pinched lips, nodding every once and awhile, and stopping him to ask questions. After she heard the whole story, she sent him in the back to play with Amelia so she could talk to Stiles.

Instead of picking a game to play, Ame had pulled Derek in the hallway so that they could listen in on what Lydia was saying.

“You actually believe him?” Stiles had sounded so shocked. “Lyds, he’s obviously delusional!” That had stung Derek enough that he had wanted to retreat, but Ame kept a tight hold of his hand.

“Yes, I believe him. Stiles, think about it; there is no possible way that our plane of existence is the only one. There has to be more out there. And you’ve seen how he reacts to the things here; he has no idea what any of these things are. You had to teach him how to open the refrigerator, Stiles. So yes, I believe that what he’s saying might be true.”

Stiles had groaned and accused her of going crazy, and that had been enough for Derek. He pulled away from Amelia and took refuge in her room. When she joined him, the small girl had grabbed ahold of his hand, expression determined.

“Don’t worry, Derek. Miss. Lydia will get Dad to see that you’re right. She believes you. And so do I. Dad just gets too serious sometimes. He wasn’t always like this, and I promise Miss. Lydia will help.”

They sat together on the bed for a long time in silence before Stiles appeared again. He had learned in the doorway and watched them for a few minutes before sighing. “Lydia said that staying here would be best for you, until we can figure out how to get you home.”

Derek bared his lips in a sharp smile, all edge and asked, “Do you believe that or are you just feeding my delusions?”

It had made Stiles flinch. “I-. I’m sorry.” He had rubbed at his face then, looking older than before, and far more weary. It made Derek consider what he had said before, about people not taking Amelia seriously because Stiles was her father. He relaxed his demeanor and offered a small smile of his own.

“I understand. I’m sure it was a lot to try to understand.”

Stiles smiled back. “Yeah. But I believe you now, alright. And we’ll do everything we can to help. You’re welcome to stay here with us. Just-.” His smile widened into something a little warmer. “If you’re going to start singing to woodland animals, please make sure they stay outside.”

Derek hadn’t known what that had meant, but he accepted the peace offering without saying anything

Since then, things had only gotten better. Stiles stopped tiptoeing around him and began to teach him things about Earth and New York. Derek in turn helped take care of Amelia when Stiles got too caught up in his work. Ame had seemed used to her father’s busy schedule, and she tried to explain to Derek that she’s learned how to take care of herself when he’s forced to bring work home, but Derek can tell that she likes that Derek takes the time to pay attention to her. And his presence in the apartment has seemed to help remind Stiles that he has a commitment to his daughter too, which is good change. After a few days, Derek notices that Stiles cleans up his work earlier in order to play some games with them or read Ame a story before bed.

It’s nice. It feels like having a family again.

Three weeks after Derek fell through the portal, Lydia showed up at the apartment with Laura in tow. She had happened to be in the right place at the right time, finding Laura wandering through the city in search of her brother.

Derek had been so happy at first, clinging to his sister as soon as she walked through the door. She had sat everyone down and explained to them everything that Derek had missed since she sent him away.

Kate had gone ballistic when she found out that Derek was gone. She immediately went out and found a mage of her own to open a portal that she could follow him through. But the magic went wrong and the portal closed around her before the spell was complete, trapping her in an unknown space with no way of getting out. Laura wrapped up the battles that Kate had fueled, then she waited until their mage could create a stable passage that she could go through to bring Derek home.

Amelia had cringed to his side during the discussion, her arms wrapped tight around one of his, as though she would be enough to tether him to their realm and reality. And Derek had felt so sick. As much as he wanted to go home with his sister, he couldn’t imagine leaving Stiles and his daughter. He hadn’t wanted too.

That was when he remembered the ball.

Stiles had been the one to find out about it (with a little help from Lydia). He had figured that the holiday ball would be something that Derek would enjoy doing, something that might bring him a little part of the home he was missing. And Derek was excited about it. While he had never really been fond of balls back home (that was always Laura’s thing, not his), Derek was excited to go with Stiles. Amelia helped him go out and shop for an outfit, going on and on about how she hoped their date went well (she had to explain that a date was an essential part of courting on Earth), and he was excited.

He wasn’t going to miss going out with Stiles just because Laura showed up, especially if it was his only chance he got.

Laura had looked between the pair with a calculating expression and agreed right away that a ball sounded like a wonderful idea.

Which is how they’ve ended up here, dancing together, ignoring that it will be the only night they have left.

Before they had left the apartment, Derek had curled up with Ame and sang to her the lullabies that his parents sang to him when he was small. It had become something of a tradition for them every night that Stiles came home late, so sharing the songs with her one last time meant a lot. Stiles had looked on with a sad smile, but he didn’t interrupt or ask questions. When he was finished, Derek kissed her on the forehead, and followed Stiles out of the apartment, trying not to think about how saying goodbye ripped him apart.

“I’m going to miss you,” Stiles whispers into the skin at Derek’s neck, bringing him back to the present.

Derek tightens his hold and tells him the truth. “I don’t want to go.”

That makes Stiles pull back in surprise, searching his expression. A smile begins to pull at his lips, and he opens his mouth to respond when a giant dragon crashes through the wall.

Everyone is screaming and trying to escape, and it’s Kate’s voice laughing at them all.

“Oh, Derek,” the dragon calls, glee in her voice at the prospect of destruction. “You didn’t think you could get away that easy, did you?”

She catches sight of Derek and slinks over, laughing at those who have to leap to get out of her way. “Come now, Derek. Have you forgotten that you belong to me?”

Before Derek can say anything, Stiles steps in front of him, fury in his eyes. “Leave him alone,” he snarls, lithe body coiling with rage.

Kate tilts her head and narrows her eyes, examining the way Stiles is shielding Derek with his body. It makes her laugh. “Oh, isn’t this precious. You’ve found yourself a little pet. I can be flexible.” Reaching out, Kate snatches Stiles up with her claws and moves back to the hole in the wall. “Oh Derek,” she coos, “I would hurry up if I were you. You’re not going to want to miss this ending.” He runs after her, but she’s already out the building, climbing up the walls. “Haven’t you learned? When I don’t get what I want, I take everything that you love away from you. You should have been smarter, Derek. You shouldn’t have ran.”

“Stiles!”

Before Laura and Lydia have a chance to reach him through the crowds, Derek is climbing out of the window after them, unsheathing the sword at his waist that Ame said was a part of his costume.

It is precarious. Climbing trees is very different than scaling a building. But Derek keeps going, heart in his throat every time he hears Stiles scream. When he gets close enough, Derek stabs Kate’s tail with his sword. She hisses at him, before turning back and laughing at his attempts to stop here.

“This is a twist in the story,” she coos full of mocking. “The cowardly prince is actually standing up for something for once.” Her laughter makes the whole building shake. “Too bad it won’t mean much.”

Climbing all the way to the building’s peek, Kate leans out and dangles Stiles from her claws. He tries to reach up and find something to hold on too, but there’s nothing to hold on to.

“How’s this for a happily ever after, Derek?”

She never gets the chance to release him. Before she can, the building that she is clinging to with only one hand breaks. In an attempt to find purchase, Kate tosses Stiles to the side, sending his body back toward the building where it hits a ledge and remains motionless.

The extra claws are not enough to save her though, and Kate topples towards the ground shrieking with fury. Derek only watches long enough to see her body hit the ground and burst into flame before he’s moving toward Stiles.

“Derek,” Stiles groans as he pushes himself into a sitting position. In his relief, Derek nearly collapses on top of him.

“You’re alright,” he murmurs, tucking his head against Stiles’ neck. His hands are chalking. “You’re alright.”

Stiles cards his fingers through Derek’s hair. “Well, I’m a little sore, but that’s not really a pro-.”

He doesn’t have a chance to finish his sentence, because Derek pulls back and presses their lips together. He feels desperate for the contact, desperate for the connection, but the kiss is soft.

When he finally pulls away, Stiles eyes are glazed over. He blinks twice, then smiles big. “That was worth the dragon,” he mutters, tugging Derek back in for another kiss. It’s absurd, and Derek is still so afraid, but the statement makes him laugh so hard Stiles’ can’t kiss him properly.

In the background, they hear Laura and Lydia yelling their names.

Stiles sighs. “I suppose we should figure out a way to get inside.” Already, he’s looking around, calculating the safest way for them to go about that. “I can’t believe you claimed up the building after us.”

Derek presses a quick kiss to Stiles’ nose, then smiles. “For your anything.” Another kiss. “Come on. I think I need to talk to Laura.”

Stiles blinks at him, seems to catch on to what he’s implying, and then grins. “Lead the way.”

It’s hard, not getting back inside, that actually turns out to be quite easy. No, talking to Laura is. Telling her that he doesn’t want to go back, can’t imagine leaving Stiles and Amelia behind. She smiles like she understands and tells him that he has to live his life for himself and no one else, not even his sister.

And it hurts, watching her go back through the portal, watching her walk away from him because of something that he chose. But the doorway between their realms is stable enough that they aren’t completely walking away from one another. Derek can’t wait for the day when he gets to take Ame to see everything that he’s shared with her in his stories: wide fields of flowers, castles, magic.

But for now, curling up on Stiles’ bed with the small girl curled between their bodies, that is more than enough to make up for the homesickness. Because Derek has what he never imagined he could: his own love and his own family.

Thinking about what Kate said before she fell, Derek smiles. Because she was right. This seems like a pretty good happily ever after.

I did not sign up for this

I was calmly scrolling down my timeline on twitter today when I saw Caitriona’s picture.

Immediately, I recognized Sam’s girlfriend and I just knew tumblr was on fire. For a second my thought was “Wow, I haven’t checked my blog in weeks!”, but then all I could think was “Thank God I’m not on tumblr these days”.

I took a look at the comments under Cait’s tweet, and they were exactly what I was expecting (not in a good way): mean, vile words from adult people that really makes me ask myself what the hell is wrong with them.

Some of the comments said:

(I was like WHAT THE FUCK.)

And there’s a lot more, but I’m sure you all have seen them by yourselves.

Completely disgusted, I did something I haven’t done in months - I checked some shippers’ blogs, just because I had to see how far they would go. And, OF COURSE, things got “better”:

She’s PROUD, for heaven’s sake.

I’m not a violent person, but I swear to God, I want to slap these people on their faces.

This is truly the biggest nonsense I’ve seen in a fandom, and I’ve been in some messed up fandons. The level of delusion here is something else.

Now, I know there are some great blogs here on tumblr, blogs that are really about Outlander, but there are just too much of this obsessed Sam/Cait shipper bullshit polluting this part of the fandom.

I’m not leaving my blog for good, I don’t want to give up on this fandom, but I think that, at least for now, the best thing I can do for myself is to stay away from this mess.

I’ll fangirl about Outlander on twitter, where I follow some people from the cast and all the news websites that post about the TV show. And where I have some internet friends who are not at all obsessed with the lives of Sam and Caitriona or who they are dating.

Maybe I’ll be back when season 3 starts to reblog some beautiful gifs those great blogs will post. Maybe not. I don’t know.

The only thing I know for sure is that under Cait’s picture there was a tweet I can 100% relate right now:

P.S.: Remember when that famous shipper “deleted” her blog and her friends were all like “you all drove her away from the fandom blah blah blah”? Just think about how many Outlander fans like me wish they could peacefully fan on tumblr. How many of us were driven away from here because of this freaking mess. Just think about it.

anonymous asked:

Hiya if u r taking prompts can u pls consider "our grandfathers were mortal enemies during high school and they found out we go to the same school and keep trying to get us to sabotage each other and you’re super into it but like… i kind of have a huge crush on you so i’m having a hard time??” au. It's fine if u don't want to. Thank u. Ur writing is lovely btw.

“—Your international relations papers are in on Friday, and I swear if any of you email me with lame excuses,” Finstock pauses, runs a finger across his throat, “There will be consequences. It’s the first day back, Greenberg, there’s no reason any of you can have for not having done the appropriate research over the summer. You’ve had two months to prepare for this. I mean it, essays in, or there will be no detention too long for you. Now, get out of here.”

Derek squirms as much as he can in his seat, feels his hands begin to sweat, looks up at the ceiling cursing Stiles Stilinski’s name.

“Hale!” Finstock stalks over to him, “I dismissed your class; do you find yourself to be of so much importance you can ignore direct instructions from your teachers?”

“No, sir.”

“Then why are you continuing to sit here?” Finstock rests his hands on Derek’s desk, leans in to glare at him, “I know being seniors leads you all to believe you’re already god’s gift to society, but newsflash, kid, you’re eighteen years old; you’ve barely started growing facial hair—”

“Actually, Coach—”

“Outside of making my life extremely,” Finstock leans closer, coffee stale breath making Derek wince, “Extremely difficult, have you ever even had a real job?”

“No, sir, but—”

“Then what is it you’re still doing, here—defying my direct order—if it isn’t because you’ve gone out and made a start at being useful to society by giving back, paying taxes, working, for a living and looking to confess it to me? That you’re finally letting me have some peace without you in my classes?”

Derek scowls up at him, “I can’t move, sir.”

Finstock pauses, gives him a once over, “What.”

“I’m…” Derek grits his teeth, “My pants are stuck to the chair.”

Finstock squints, gives Derek a look like he’s going to start pulling his hair out, or maybe Derek’s hair, fifty fifty.

“Are you messing with me, Hale? After everything you and Stilinski put me through last year, after the damn bird incident; the water balloons.”

“Coach, I swear, it’s not me, it was—”

Finstock grabs Derek’s shoulders and attempts to yank him upwards. Derek lets out a yell when his knees bash the desk, unable to go anywhere but directly into the damn thing. The chair legs jam into the desk behind him, there’s an uncomfortable scramble as Finstock struggles to take Derek and the desk/chair combination’s weight. It’s one of those moments Derek would love to have on tape to prove it actually happened. It’s mortifying. He suspects it’s exactly what Stiles was going for.

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MUSE for the signs

ASSASSIN

“Lose control
Increasing pace
Warped and bewitched
Time to erase
Whatever they say
These people are torn
Wild and bereft
Assassin is born”


MEGALOMANIA

“Paradise comes at a price
That I am not prepared to pay
What were we built for?
Could someone tell me please?”


YES PLEASE

“I cannot sleep
There’s too much noise in my head
I cannot sleep
I want it here instead”


CITY OF DELUSION

“Stay away from me
Build a fortress
And shield your beliefs
Touch the divine
As we fall in line”


BUTTERFLIES AND HURRICANES

“Best,
You’ve got to be the best
You’ve got to change the world
And use this chance to be heard
Your time is now”


HOST

“I’ve read you well
I just want to get away
Cos you used my love
I just need to get away

My trust in you has been abused
My trust in you has been overused”


SHOWBIZ

“And they make me
Make me dream your dreams
And they make me
Make me scream your screams

Trying to please you for too long
Trying to please you for too long”


HYSTERIA

“I want it now
Give me your heart and your soul
I’m not breaking down
I’m breaking out
Last chance to lose control”


PANIC STATION

“Ooh, 1, 2, 3, 4 fire’s in your eyes
And this chaos, it defies imagination
Ooh, 5, 6, 7, 8 minus 9 lives
You’ve arrived at panic station”


NEW BORN

“The bitterness inside
Is growing like the new born
When you’ve seen, seen
Too much, too young, young
Soulless is everywhere”


CITIZEN ERASED

“For one moment
I wish you’d hold your stage
With no feelings at all
Open minded
I’m sure I used to be so free”


BLISS

“Everything about you pains my envying
Your soul can’t hate anything
Everything about you is so easy to love
They’re watching you from above”


I don’t know, man. It seems that if you think Dean Winchester is constantly going on about how straight he is on the show, it might be more in your head than in the actual text, seeing how he has never directly stated it and it has only been alluded to a handful of times in the past.

But then I got to wondering why those handful of lines of indirect evidence ought to weigh more than things that Dean Winchester has directly, explicitly said either to guys or about them:

Hey, man. I uh, dig the hair-cut.

Look, man, I – I got to tell you, I dig your style, all right?

I like him. He says okie-dokie.

Man, I liked Ranger Rick.

It was really good. You really had me there. It was very smooth.

Know what? You’re awesome.

Your wife told us about your, uh, birthmark there. That’s nice. Well, you look great, Cliff!

You know, for a fed you’re not a total dick.

I got to tell you. I worshipped you, growing up.

Oh, Richie. Look at you. Bringing satin back.

He was my gay thing.

The last time someone looked at me like that, I got laid.

I’ll stay here, hook up with the posse. ‘Cause you know me – I’m a posse magnet. I mean, I love posse.

I need you. We’re family.

Don’t make me lose you, too.

You, on the other hand, look good.

It shows. You look amazing.


This isn’t where they stop, either, just where I got bored digging them up. Feel free to add your own.

The Gems Return//Closed Steven Universe AU

The year is 2014 in the small rural town known as Beach city. In this small town lives a six foot tall teenage boy with long brown hair and brown eyes named Cooper. Two years ago his mother and father were killed in a car crash and was sent to this really small town to live with his grandparents in his fathers old beach house. At first cooper wasn’t happy about see new living arrangements. He has to work two jobs just to keep this two bedroom house paid for, not to mention feeding himself and his grandparents and getting clothes for everyone. The only upside is that he’s out of school because beach city doesn’t have a college he can go to. When cooper first came to this town he heard rumors of a time when magical beings lived in this town. Most of the stories came from his father because he lived in beach city and supposedly seen these ‘crystal gems’. Even though he was a dreamer, cooper never believed these stories and his suspicions were confirmed when he arrived and there were no magical beings. It’s been two years and cooper is finally considering leaving this little town, but as he dreamer he still holds hope that a little twist of fate will turn his life around and bring some excitement back to this town and back to his life. Its now just around sunset and cooper is walking down the beach on his way back to his house with his hands in his pockets and his gaze to the sand at his feet. “This town is going to bore me to death. Think it’s time I leave this place.” Cooper glumly thought to himself as he kicked the sand with every other step he took. The teen wasn’t wearing any shoes which he never honestly did when he walked in the beach because he didn’t worry about kicking anything hard on this beach. “But my father would want me to stay here. I don’t know why though. All those stories he told me about magic people and creatures…probably just the delusions of an old man.” He thought to himself