i kind of want to gif the whole thing

Has anyone noticed that Lena is like shoving her phone away into her pocket? Or am I seeing things? Did Lena look at her phone every 15 seconds because she texted Kara, asking where she was and didn’t get a response? Did she hesitate to call Kara because she had planned her response “She said with surprise in her voice for some reason.” since this morning in case Kara had forgotten lunch? Did she just end a call with Alana The Traitor™ telling her to cancel her lunch meeting at 1pm because she wanted to spend her whole lunch with Kara and not leave her? Did she take a photo of Karas’ desk and put it as her wallpaper so she can look at it and imagine…things? Did she send out a masstext to everyone at CatCo saying “Kara Danvers is the best. Be kind to her or I swear tO GOD I will find you. - anonymous” while she was bored waiting for her? Is she making sure her driver is ready downstairs, that the kambucha place is open, that someone is holding the elevator for them, that her Supergirl Quiz App is running, like… did soMEONE TALK TO HER OR GIVE HER A SMIRK I MEAN SHE’S LENA LUTHOR AND SHE’S IN CATCO JUST CHILLIN™ AMONGST THE MORTALS LIKE DID SOMEONE FAINT?? DID THEY SEND HELP???

Meeting the Family

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Title: Meeting the Family

Pairing: Michael x Reader

Word Count: 959

Warnings: none!

A/N: This was requested by an anon! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed an appreciated! I love you all so much! <3

Michael slipped into your room, shutting the door behind him.  He knew you would still be asleep at seven in the morning.  He didn’t want to wake you up, but he wanted to talk to you.  The two of you had been dating for almost two years now.  He wanted you to meet his family, even his brother Lucifer.

As soon as he sat down on the mattress you inhaled deeply, turning onto your back.  Michael knew he had woken you up.  He did feel slightly guilty about it, but he would make up for it, that was for sure.

“Good morning [Y/N],” Michael greeted, a small smile on his lips.  “I’m sorry that I woke you up so early, but I wanted to talk to you.”

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Request: Hi!! I love your imagines, and I’m glad you’re in a better place! Thank you so much for writing these lol. I was wondering if you could do one where you help Peter write the story about George fir the paper and then you wind up kind of comforting him about the whole thing? Lots of fluff please lol THANK YOU!!!

A/N: thank you love 💕

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It was a boring day like normal in the local news shop. You had been working as a writer here for a couple months now, and nothing even remotely exciting ever happened.

You had always wanted to work for the paper, maybe one day becoming the editor. But you wanted to work for a big news company, not the little local paper. You had to start somewhere though.

You were by yourself today, trying to finish an article for tomorrow’s paper. It was Sunday, so most people were home with your families. Your family worked all the time, so you spent your Sunday’s here.

Your attention was diverted when you heard the bell ding as someone opened the door. You immediately locked eyes with a boy about your age, shocking you.

“Can I help you?” You asked, straightening your back from its previous bent over position.

“Yes, I erm, I was hoping you would help me with an article for the paper?” The boy asked nervously, shuffling on his feet.

“What is it about?” You asked curiously, beckoning him over with your hand.

“It’s about a friend of mine, George.” He said, walking towards you and holding out a half written article.

You skimmed through the first two sentences, before pausing and looking up at the boy in shock.

“Your friend, he was the one that just died wasn’t he? On a ship from Dunkirk?” You questioned, remembering the gossip going around town vividly. Nothing really ever happened here, so when a young boy died it was the main talk for days.

“He came with my dad and I to bring home some soldiers. He hit his head after falling and well, he didn’t make it. He told me before he died that he had always wanted his picture in the paper. He wanted to make his family proud.”

You were taken aback by the story and the emotion in the boys voice. You couldn’t possibly say no.

“Well, let’s make it happen shall we?” You asked, earning a small smile from the cute blonde boy.

“Thank you, miss…” He trailed off, waiting for you to state your name.

“Y/N.”

“Thank you Y/N, I really appreciate it. I’m Peter by the way, Peter Dawson.” He held out his hand for you to shake, which you accepted.

“Don’t mention it Peter. Now, let’s get started.”

For the next two hours, the two of you worked on the article. You had just finished typing it up, showing the finished story to him.

“Tomorrow’s paper is full, but I’ll get it in there on Tuesday if that’s alright.” You told him, watching worriedly as his hands shook as he read the article.

“It’s perfect, thank you.” Peter choked out, raising teary eyes to meet yours.

“Oh Peter.” You whispered, standing up and pulling him into your arms. He broke down against you, crying into your neck. “I’m so sorry.”

“I just wish he was here to see this. I should have never let him come with us. It should have been me that died out there, not him.” Peter was full on sobbing against you, finally letting out the tears he had been holding in for a few days now.

“Please don’t do that to yourself.” You whispered, holding him tighter. “Don’t blame yourself. George wouldn’t want you to do that to yourself, and he definitely would want you to be dead and him alive. Doing this to yourself isn’t fair to him.”

“I know. I just miss him. He was my best friend, I didn’t want to lose a second brother.” He cried harder, making your heart break.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” You murmured, pulling him down and resting his head in your lap as you ran your fingers though his hair. “He’s in a better place now, smiling down at you. He wouldn’t want you to be sad, he’d want you to remember the good times you’ve had together.”

Peter was beginning to calm down a little, turning so he was looking up at you.

“Can you do that? Can you think of the happy times you had with him? Maybe you’d like to talk about them?”

“Well, there was this one time…”

The two of you spent the rest of the afternoon just like that, sharing laughs and tears as he talked about George.

George was gone, but he could live on through Peters memories.

                           KYLO X READER || Soul Mate 2


“the voice you hear your thoughts in is your soulmate’s but you don’t know who they are until you hear them speak for the first time”

A/N: Let me just say how fucking amazed I am that so many of you enjoyed/loved part one of soul mate! I honestly did not expect that many of you to, let alone, want another part/mini series! Thank you so much for the support (?) and I truly hope you enjoy this part. I thought to make things a bit slow here since I may just make this into a mini series kind of fic! Let me know what you think! BTW, the temperature is considered to be in fahrenheit (sorry if you use celsius!) [GIF NOT MINE]

Word Count: 2.4K+

Warning: Cursing…that’s about it? Kylo nearly punches a whole in a table, but I think we’re good.

SOUL MATE MASTER LIST


“You are mine.” His last words plagued your thoughts, echoing throughout your mind and sending shivers down your spine. “You are mine.” The force he had put on the word ‘mine’ terrified you, as if you had been some sort of…object? As if you were something that he could keep on display in his room for the galaxy–or just him–to see. “Mine.” You gulped at the way the word rolled off of his tongue, the amount of possession being enforced. Those three words haunted you, your heart now in your throat as the amount of pressure from its pounding vibrated through your ears. I am no ones, but my own.

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Stranger

Word count: 3306

Kai kills Jo and you find him, a big fight between you coming right after. After an accident, you get amnesia and don’t remember  who Kai is

‘So, you’re planning on laying low for a while? You’re just going to stay in the house and do nothing?’ You asked Kai, crossing your legs and leaning back on the couch.

'Sort of, yeah. I won’t show myself after Bonnie left me in 1903 prison world. I’ll just stay here with my girl… doing nothing.’ He planted a swift kiss on your forehead beefore plopping himself on the couch next to you, his feet placed firmly on the ground while his eyes were looking deeply into yours.

'Really? No dramatic show ups or no I’m going to get my revenge for being left behind?’ You asked him and furrowed your eyebrows, a bit of nervousness running through your body.

'Yes! Is that so hard to believe?’ Kai muttered and ran his fingers through his hair and showed you a big smile as if he was actually telling the truth.

'No, it’s just… that doesn’t sound like you. Kai that I knew before would rip everyone’s heads off for treating him like that, but apparently, not this Kai right here.’ You showed towards him and smiled as he pulled himself closer to you, wrapping his arms around your body tightly and pressed a kiss on the top of your head.

'I’m good now, remember? I don’t do that kinda stuff anymore. I have you.’

'Wow. New Malachai Parker. I like him, but I also liked that sexy, bad guy that made your blood boil and body shake from fear.’ You chuckled, your fingers tracing invisible circles on his chest.

'Hey, hey. I can still be that guy, just, maybe not the killing part but, torturing is not off the table.’ He trailed off, making you laugh.

'I still have to go to the wedding, you know that?’

'Yes. And have fun. I bet my sister is really happy with her twinsies on the way.’ He said and rubbed his forehead before letting his hand fall down on the couch next to him, making a thump noise. He sighed heavily and you could hear his calm heartbeat, the sound of it calming you down.

'Somehow,  I think that was sarcasm.’

'Maybe it was, I- you can see I’m not totally ok with being thrown away again, right?’ He said with a bit of anger in his voice.

'You’re not being thrown away. You still have me, unless you think that isn’t enough.’

'Hey-’ he cupped your face, forcing you to look at him in the eyes. 'you’re everything I need. When I have you I’m completely fine and don’t need anyone else. I love you.’

'Love you.’ You muttered as he pulled you closer and kissed you gently before bringing you closer to his body again, his arms wrapping around your body as you continued to listen to his calm heartbeat.

 

Screaming. People running. And then it all stopped. You were late for the Jo and Alaric’s wedding. Even though it was only a few couple of minutes that you missed, you still felt bad because you had promised you would be there. You were standing a few feet away from where the ceremony had to be, noticing it had somehow gotten a lot darker. There were no lights shining as they were before. It was darker and as if there was noone alive out there. You took off your heels and held them with your one hand as you started running as fast as you could to see what was going on. You removed a transparent curtain that was placed just above the doors and slowly walked in. Chandeliers that used to hang off the ceiling were broken. Flowers crushed, as they lost their natural and beautiful form, adding just a dash of romance to the room. There were people laying on the floor, covered in blood. Every single one of them. Your lips parted in shock, your hand finding its way to your face, covering your mouth. Some of them were your friends that you had know for a very long time and now they were gone. Caroline and Stefan were laying on the floor, with their necks broken. As you looked around, glancing at what the beautiful ceremony has turned into, your eyes landed on one person that you had never thought you would see here. Person who was your whole world and who meant so much to you, was right there, standing just a few feet away from you, covered in blood. A werewolf bit was showing on his neck, the wound deep and looking like he hadn’t had much time left. Worry took over your body, wanting to help him somehow even though you ad no idea what to do. He looked at you sympathetically, lips parting as if he wanted to say something, but he closed them again, unable to collect the words and put them to a normal sentence. Tears were forming in your eyes as you started putting the pieces together, realizing who has done such a terrible thing.

'Did- Did you do this?’ You asked him, your voice shaky and when there was only silence, no words from him, your whole world came crashing down. 'How could you do that?’ you cried out, your whole body shaking. You hadn’t been able to control your emotions or the words that had been coming out of your mouth.

'I’m sorry, I- I wasn’t thinking. I just wanted to show them that-’ Kai started, but he never had the chance to finish or justify his actions. He was desperate to explain himself to you, but right at that moment you didn’t care. You wanted to take out all of your anger and pain on him and that’s exactly what you did.

'To show them what? That you are the same psycopath that kills people and that you are incapable of changing? Is that what you wanted to show them? If it is, then congratulations. You did it. You showed everyone what a monster you are and how you don’t deserve anything good in this world.’ You trailed off, your words hurting him more than anything out there. You believed in him. You believed that he had good intentions and that he actually wanted to change. There was good in him and you knew it, but those worse parts of him had flown to the surface and deep down you knew he didn’t want to stop himself from doing such a thing. It hurt you more than anything, because you actually trusted him. You couldn’t help but keep looking around the room, still seeing everyone laying on the cold floor as none of them remained alive.

'I’m so sorry you feel that way, but it was your choice to stand beside me and to be with me. You knew what kind of person I am and what I could do but you were still there. No one forced you to stay. You could have walked away any day you wanted.’ Kai stepped closer but still not enough to be as close to you as he wanted. He wanted to hold you in his arms and calm you down and apologize for whatever hurt you the most, but even though he has been your whole life for such a long time, him touching you was the last thing you wanted at that moment. You wanted him to stay away from you as much as possible. Every time he stepped closer, it felt like someone had kicked the air out of your lungs.

'Is that what you wanted? For me to leave?’ You asked him, knowing the answer from the moment those words left your body.

'Of course not. You know that that’s the last thing I want. Screw it, it’s not the last thing I want. I don’t want it. I want you to stay with me… because I can’t do this without you.’ He breathed out and stepped closer again, your breath hitching in your throat and your heart, beating as if it was ready to run away from your body and hide somewhere else.

'It’s a little bit late to want something like that, don’t you think?’ You hadn’t even noticed that he’s reached the spot where you were standing, your bodies only a few inches apart. You had a perfect view on the werewolf bite on his neck, black veins spreading from his wound on onto his jawline, the flesh on his neck refusing to heal. He looked desperate, as if he was afraid that he would lose you because of that big mistake that had just happened.

'Too late?’ He whispered, sounding like there was a lot of pain in his voice. His face expression had changed completely, looking at you sympathetically, his body moving even closer to yours. You knew exactly what he wanted to do. He was dying to put his arms around and pull you close. He was even ready to beg you not to leave him because he really did need you, but what he did had crossed every line.

'Yes! Look around you, Kai! You killed your whole coven. Your family. You killed my friends and look at yourself! A werewolf bite? You’re ready to die? Of course not. I’m sure you have a great plan that will help you heal and you’ll just continue with your life like nothing happened. It’s what you always do!’ You shouted, unable to control the volume of your voice or your emotions. You weren’t sad anymore. You were mad at him. Mad at him because even though he did such a thing, you still loved him more than your own life. He was everything to you and for sure, yoiu weren’t ready to lose him in any way, let alone like this, but you couldn’t forgive him what he did.

'Please listen to me. Please. Look at me.’ He begged you and desperately wanted to look you in the eyes, to see them once again before he lost you for good. You tried to ignore his gaze as long as possible, but you soon gave in, unable to look away from his beautiful blue eyes that have always looked at you with nothing but love and adoration. 'Please!’ He shouted, making your body jerk at his voice as he grabbed your arms with his hands, forcing your body to come closer to him. You tried with everything in you to get away from his grip, trying to move his hands off you, but he was too strong. It looked like being a heretic had it’s perks. You tried to pull your body back from him, his touch feeling like it would sting your skin. 'Hey, stop it. Stop. I said stop!’ He yelled at you, making you stop and look at him directly into his eyes. You breathed out heavily and closed your eyes for a split second, before opening them again and met Kai’s face again. For a few moments, you kept staring at him, watching his every action and how he was looking at you, his fingers slowly brushing against your exposed arms. A weak smile flashed across his face, but then it quickly disappeared.

'I wish I had never met you. If you had never walked into my life and I wish I had never fallen in love with you because it was the biggest mistake in my life. ’ You said abruptly, your own words cutting through you like knives. Kai’s grip suddenly loosened on your arms, letting them fall back beside his body, his gaze falling down on the floor. He looked around and brushed his hair with his fingers, wincing at the pain on his neck. When he turned around, his eyes were filled with tears, his vision blury but somehow he saw you perfectly.

'You- Do you really mean that?’ He chocked out, his voice breaking at the last few words. He was a heretic, a powerful siphon and a vampire, but somehow he had managed to feel like the weakest man in the world. He felt as if his knees would give up on him any second and as if he would drop down in front of you, with his heart broken into million pieces.

'I did. Every. Word.’ You leaned forward and whispered on his ear, your words once again, hurting him deep down inside his body. A single tear rolled down your cheek and dropped down between you and Kai, but you qickly wiped the rest of your tears, refusing to show how weak and hurt you felt. Not even a single world had left his mouth after those four words. You shook your head and snorted, throwing your hands in the air, completely giving up on everything. You turned around and walked away from him, leaving the place and walked outside, warm air splashing your face as you were finally able to take a deep breath, feeling relieved but also crushed and broken from the inside. You felt as if someone had ripped out a part of your body and that there was a big whole in your chest that nothing could fill up. Tears had finally started falling down your cheeks, your pain and cries filling up the silence surrounding you. You continued walking barefoot on the wet grass, you long dress dragging across the cold floor. You have finally reached the street but there was no one around. You have never felt more alone in your life than you did at that moment. You stopped in the middle of the street to lift your dress up a little bit, just above your knees, but when you looked up, you were faced with something else. A car was driving full speed towards you and had no intention in stopping. You froze, unable to move as the last thing that you felt was that same car hitting you, your body falling down onto the cold street. Everything went black. There was no sound, no faces, no one. You were all alone and in excruciating pain. After some time, you felt someone picking you up but you couldn’t find yourself to open your eyes and to show them that you’re alive and that you can hear them. Suddenly, there was a lot of voices. Yelling. Panic. You felt like you were dying, your whole body in pain as you were unable to move, a single tear streamed down your cheek and fell down on the pillow under your head. You somehow realized that you were on the bed, covered with something that was keeping you warm, but still not completely aware of your surroundings.

'Is she going to be ok?’ Someone spoke up, their voice unfamiliar to you. You heard footsteps all around you, guessing a lot of people have come to visit you but none of their voice sound familiar to you. You somehow managed to fall asleep again, a car coming towards you keep appearing in front of your eyes, the feeling of hitting you constantly going through your body. You wanted to scream your lungs out, but you couldn’t find yourself to let your voice leave your body. As if there was a lump in your throat, not letting you to let out a sound as you started panicking, your eyes shoting open in a second, a bright light in the room blinding you for a few moments. You took a deep breath, fear leaving your body for a moment and was replaced with relief and safeness once you figure where you were. You looked around as much as you could, taking in all the faces of people who were beside you, not recognizing anyone.

'Hey! How are you feeling?’ A girl with long brown hair approached you and whispered gently, placing her hand on top of yours, a small smile appearing on her face. You furrowed your brows and just shrugged your shoulders, still finding it frustrating why those people even came to see you.

'I- I don’t- know you. Any of you.’ You said abruptly, your voice cracking as the girl looked at one of the guys thatcwas standing on the other side of the room. Everyone looked worried, but you didn’t understand why. You couldn’t move your hand because it was broken, but you were desperate for the girl to let you go.

'It’s me.. Elena. I’m your friend.’ She muttered softly.

'I- I’m sorry, but I still don’t know who you are.’

The girl suddenly walked out of the room, two guys following her and closing the doors behind them. You sighed and shifted in your seat, wincing at the pain that stroke your body everything you moved.

'What do you mean I can’t see her? She’s my damn girlfriend!!’ A guy said loudly, groaning in frustration.

'You really have the guts to show up here after what you did at the wedding? You killed my best friend’s fiance in front of everyone and then your entire coven. I don’t see how a psychopath like should go in there and interact with the girl that is like family to me.’ The other guy said, his voice loud, even though it sounded more like he wanted to whisper.

'Please, Damon! I need to see her- I- I need to talk to her. I have to make things right.’ Damon? Never heard that before.

'No! Get out of here before I rip your freaking head off in the middle of this hallway!’ -Damon- said through gritted teeth as you heard a loud punch outside the room. Kai punched the wall in frustration, making a small hole inside and then walked out of the hospital, his blood boiling with anger. The only thing he wanted to do was to see you and tell you how sorry he was about everything.

Two weeks went by and you were still stuck in a hospital bed with a lot of unfamiliar people surrounding you. Even though you felt like they have been your friends for a while, it still felt as if you were all alone in this. You weren’t.

You were reading a magazine when the doors suddenly opened wide and a man walked inside, dressed all in black with blak trench coat on. He was beautiful and his eyes too your breath away from the moment you had managed to lay your eyes on them. He sat down on the chair next to you, pulling it closer as his hand found yours in a few second, holding on it tightly.

'Hey! I’m so glad you’re ok. I- i couldn’t get to you earlier because, well, Damon didn’t let me.’ He smiled shortly before he spoke up again. 'As if I needed his permission, right?’ He looked at you with hope in his eyes, but the only look you had given him was the look of confusion. You nodded, unsure what else to do.

'I just wanted to tell you that I’m sorry and that I hope you will forgive me one day. I can’t- when I thought that I lost you, I was completely lost. You keep me going and I’m really hoping you can forgive me for everything I have done in the past and now.’ He trailed off and planted a gentle kiss on the back od your hand before rubbing it with his thumb gently. He leaned in and looked deeply into your eyes, biting his bottom lip. 'I love you. Always remember that.’ Silence filled the room as you pulled your hand away from Kai, bringing it closer to your body. Kai looked at you confused and swallowed hard, his hands shaking a little bit. You ran your fingers gently through your hair, placing a small lock behind your ear before you finally managed to speak up.

'Who are you?’

25 - “I care about you. I always did.”
35 - “Slip your hands between my legs.”

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Negan isn’t a man of words when it comes to feelings, he’s a man of actions.
And it bothers you.
“Slip your hands between my legs.” He orders against your lips before claiming them.
You don’t want to.
Not here, not in one of the empty rooms of the Sanctuary where no one would catch you. Because you’re a man and he’s the big fuck with five beautiful wives. But he can’t suppress his greed after you, can’t get enough of you and your body, because you know how to take him. Know how to touch, suck and fuck him.
Eagerly he kisses you, feeling your hesitation and presses himself closer until he knows it’s a waste of time.
“Fuckin’ fuck, what?”
Impatient brown eyes meeting yours, voice trembling from desire and it turns you so much on. Lucky for you that you can hide it better than he can.
“It’s over. I’m tired of being just a fuck toy for you.” Shrugging you want to give him the feeling that you don’t care.
“Nah boy, I’d say I’m more your toy with your fat cock all in my ass.” He responds with a slight chuckle in disbelief.
“Not anymore.”
One last hard look in his face before you want to make your way out of the room. Away from him.
“What do you want?”
A deep sigh, a hard grip around your wrist and a plead in his eyes which stops you from pulling yourself free.
“More.” You just say, seeing he weighs what he’ll say next.
“I care about you. I always did.” He admits quietly. “Isn’t that fucking enough and that you get every-fucking-thing for free?”
“No, not anymore.”
The situation leaving a bitter taste on your tongue, because you know he’d never give in. It’s not that you expect the three words from him, that would be ridiculous. But any kind of affection would be welcome.
“You want the whole fucking package, huh?” He asks and you give him a nod. “Then with all consequences.”
Your heart skips a beat, running a marathon in your chest as you give him another nod and he pulls you in a tight embrace, kissing you deeply.
“Ok husband.” He chuckles, probably still in disbelief and regret. “Now slip your damn hand between my legs.”
“No, I’ve a better idea.” You smirk.
Now you want everything, no more awkward doggy style and push him on the old couch before spreading his legs wide open for you…

*AN: so me and @tortillachildalyssa and me were talking and yeah this is just…Spencer reid would be the one person to honestly make me feel valid. And yes i do believe spencer is demisexual. *

Imagine,
The case has been a hard one, but you see it, why the hatred and rage filled assault after death, the unsub, was asexual….he felt broken and when it came to trying to be what was deemed normal, he couldn’t leading to a self hatred filled rage and in this case murder. You sighed getting the teams attention, only spencer, your now longish term partner knew about your sexuality, you were demisexual, and needed a strong emotional and mental bond as well as a strong trust to be any form of romantically intimate​ with a person, Spencer understood because he himself was on the demi spectrum.
‘I know why he has such anger…rage…he’s asexual….and because of it, he finds a self hatred filled rage when he can’t perform normally, he reacts out of….emotional hurt, and he hates himself so much, so when he can’t perform he acts out…and well kills….’ Spencer watched your face drop when the team began dismissing it, you knew it was because they had never truly heard of asexuality or if they had often didn’t truly believe that it could be real. You had told spencer of your years growing into yourself and how you hated that you couldn’t be normal, couldn’t just do what your friends did. How your family often called you unnatural and weird, that you just hadn’t met the right person. On top of that people online were not the most accepting, often saying asexuality was not welcome in the safe space of the lgbt world. Not accepted anywhere.

Spencer shook his head slamming his file on the table in front of him, he was tired of the bull shit people said about something they had no clue on.
'Did you know over 1.5% of the human population is asexual, its a valid sexuality, many durning puberty find they hate themselves, because people laugh and joke, but in fact their is nothing wrong with them, but Asexuality Is a spectrum, you can feel a sexual attraction to a person but only after a very strong emotional connection, its called Demisexuality, and I happen to fall in that category, so while you all liked to make jokes about me not getting laid, I’m just not driven to have sex with someone I couldn’t wake up and want to be with forever…the unsub has had to deal with this kind of thing from everyone his whole life, so when he tries to fit the mold, he can’t and there is only so much someone can take before they break….so dismissing what is clear is the stupidest thing a room full of FBI profilers has ever said’ you watched as spencer walked out, you following grabbing his arm, gasping in surprise when he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you to him
'You are perfect and real, no matter what they say, i love you so much,’ you smiled hugging him tightly
'Thank you…i love you too’

You know, I can’t remember which copy of Catz I had as a kid. I have a feeling it was Catz 5 because the cover art looks pretty familiar. Although in saying that it’s hard to find a lot of information beyond Youtube videos and a Wikipedia page on the Petz series as a whole.

So this is going to be yet another ‘vague memories of a game I played when I was a kid’ review. You go in, you adopt an kitten, or… Kittenz. Because the ‘Z’ is incredibly important in making the brand, I guess. And then you take it home and fill your home with neat stuff for the kittenz/catz to play with. 

It’s like an early Nintendogs, I suppose, if it was made by the same people who made Facade. And no, I’m not kitten (ha ha, cat humor for you). 

You can also teach the catz tricks for treats and pets, or. Treatz and petz…? As well as include bits and pieces of customization. For example, being the cool edgy cat loving kid I was, I figured out how to play custom music on the ingame stereo and cooed over my sweet animals while listening to Static X. 

Somehow there was no dissonance from that and only served to enhance my experience while playing this game? 

Another interesting feature is being able to breed the catz. I was purely interested in knowing I could have kittenz, tiny little itty bitty babies who clung to their mother. It was cute shit. But apparently there was some kind of whole breeding system to get specific colours and whatnot. I mean that’s fine if you care about that kind of thing, I guess.

I just wanted to watch cats… Catz, being very cute. Which I did. I think this series is still going, under Ubisoft? I know I’ve seen it around on DS and Wii, but was that the last one? 

I wonder what a modern Catz game is like. Probably nowhere near as charming with the janky animation that only the studio behind Facade could give us. 

A small mockup I made of a prototype I worked on a couple of years back. I called it Terminal Velocity. The idea was that humans were torturing robots for entertainment in cruel game shows.

Terminal Velocity was kind of separated into two phases, one was climbing the tower as high as you could, before falling down the tower. You’d get a score based on the height you fell as well as hitting certain obstacles on the way down for multipliers of the score. I kinda wanted an announcer to add another level of absurdity and dark humour to the whole thing.

Might revisit this one day. The concept was simple enough, I just didn’t feel too strongly about the social commentary to pursue it further at the time.

Professor Pride Week 24

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Title: Professor Pride Week 24

Characters: Professor!Pride x Reader, Gibbs

Word Count: 1,202

Warnings: angst/fluff

A/N: I thought that Gibbs deserved a week in this series. So this is more of a Gibbs week than anything. I hope you all enjoy! I love you all so much!

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When you entered work on Monday morning, you could tell that the atmosphere felt different.  Tony didn’t come and run up to you and Gibbs didn’t greet you with his normal half-smile.  Something was off.

“Gibbs,” you called, padding up to the counter.  “I brought you the coffee you asked for.”  You set the coffee down on the counter, putting your phone in your bag.

“Thanks,” Gibbs said flatly.  He took a drink of his coffee and returned to the back room.  He didn’t even look at you when he talked.  

You stepped into the back room, seeing Tony poke his head up.  “Gibbs is everything okay,” you asked, a little concerned.  “I didn’t do anything wrong did I?  I didn’t get the wrong kind of coffee again, did I?”

“Nope,” Gibbs answered shortly.  He still didn’t look at you when he talked.  

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“Give me your tired, your poor,
your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
the wretched refuse of your teeming shore”

When I first played TRR, I was determined to not use any diamonds on this book. So when my MC kissed Prince Liam at her door after he walked her home, I was left a little cold. Oh, I could understand the motivation: this was an attractive man she’d just met, who she connected with (in my playthrough at least) on a personal level, and she would probably never see him again. Of course she’d want to grab a last special moment with him before he disappeared from her life forever.

It never struck me how much *sense* that kiss made until I saw the Liberty scene.

Liam’s wish to see Liberty is pretty much an open secret among his friends, as Maxwell tells us in the airport gift shop before his Coronation (“he wouldn’t stop talking about the Statue of Liberty”). But being the man he is, he would much rather be grateful for what the gang has already prepared for him than demand more. So when he confides in the MC about this long-held dream, he is almost apologetic. He isn’t going to judge her for not fulfilling it, he isn’t going to be disappointed, he has already braced himself for the possibility that he will never see it before he returns to Cordonia.

When the MC surprises him by calling in a favour from a friend, it does two things:

1. It shows him that sometimes, SOMETIMES, people can care enough about him as a person, to go as far as they can to make him happy. Though Drake does say that everything and everyone revolves around Liam (he is partially right), how he really feels doesn’t always seem to matter, and he has always made his peace with this. Whatever the MC’s motivations may be, what she has done for him touches him deeply on an emotional level, and he isn’t very used to that.

2. It shows him what he could have been, if it weren’t for the weight of his responsibilities. He tells the MC on the boat that he admires her, admires her sense of adventure and her courage and her unique way of following her heart. When she tells him that he can live that way too, we can sense his sadness when he replies, “if only”. When the MC rightly guesses that he wants to see the statue because she represents freedom, he tells her that his freedom is forfeited in the fact that he has to set an example for his citizens.

The Statue of Liberty scene is the first time we ever listen to this beautiful track (https://pixeberrychoices-verse.tumblr.com/post/160400569056/this-is-the-sixth-and-so-far-final-special-track - arguably the most romantic track in the story). Liam stays silent for several minutes as Lady Liberty emerges from the mist, responding only when the MC breaks him out of his reverie.

I love this sequence because it is so charged with emotion. There is so much unsaid in this scene, so much that doesn’t need to be said. Liam speaks of how the only art that matters is the kind that moves you. How ripe with possibility everything feels now. How she may never even begin to understand what she has done for him.

Within that context, the MC knows she has opened up in him something that’s been closed off since forever. Something he wasn’t even aware existed. She knows she’s given him the chance to be whoever he wants to be, if only for one night.

When she kisses him, it’s a response to the magic of this whole experience. It’s a light, tentative kiss…filled with the same promise and possibility that brought him here. And even though he’s shocked at first, he feels safe enough with her, to respond in kind.

“Will we ever go back?” she will ask him, many months later.

“I would like nothing better,” he will say, unconsciously touching the gift in his breast pocket. It’s one of the first honest things he will say that night.

After all, the Statue of Liberty was the first place he began to trust her, enough to throw away who he was, and give in to the magic of the moment.

It’s something he keeps doing, whenever he’s around her.

requested by anonymous, i was asked if i could write a tutorial-type / informational post about alpha beta omega dynamics, commonly known as a/b/o dynamics. a/b/o dynamics are typically seen in various different ways and are typically used in fanfics. however, you could also use them in rps, and even in indie rp! under the cut is basically what a/b/o dynamics are, how these are seen by various people, and some questions that have been asked about a/b/o.

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The Godfather is the movie that put Al Pacino on the map, even if it did pigeonhole him as an organized crime boss for most of his career. Which is why it’s so weird that almost everyone on set hated Pacino’s performance as Michael Corleone. In fact, the studio heads tried their best to fire him before he could destroy the movie. They thought Pacino was slow, quiet, and boring at the beginning – which, if you’ve seen the film, is kind of the whole point. While Pacino understood an obscure literary device called a “character arc,” it seemed the producers would have preferred him to burst into the wedding scene waving a Tommy gun and foaming at the mouth like uh … well, like in Scarface.

Even the film’s director, Francis Ford Coppola, was disenchanted with Pacino’s meek performance, pulling him aside to tell him, “I had a lot of belief in you, I hired you, I wanted you, I just thought you could do this thing, and now … you’re not cutting it for me, kid.” He then forced Pacino to watch the footage to see exactly how bad a job he was doing. Pacino, who thought he was doing fine, humored Coppola and pretended to see the error of his ways.

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Imagine having an argument with Sherlock. Well, technically you’re not ‘arguing’, Sherlock is barely saying anything, and is staring at you while you are stating your piece quite emotionally. You and Sherlock have been going out for about three months now and you don’t feel like he cares for you in the same manner as you care for him. You know that he is not really a romantic, but the way he acts around you is no different than the way he acts around his friends. Although he mentions that he loves you, he pays more attention to his job than he allots time to be with you. Just a while ago, the both of you got home from having dinner with Mycroft, and that brother of his did not have one good thing to say to the both of you, especially to Sherlock. Something that you really do not need right now. After having dinner, you and Sherlock took a cab from the restaurant to Baker street. Now you stand inside his flat, less than 2 meters away, facing one another.

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A Steggy Story

“Ma’am, can you say that again?”

“It’s very simple, Steve.” Peggy said smiling across the war table at Captain Rogers. “You and I will go in first, in disguise if you will. Mister and Missus Frederick Müller and…”

“You’ll be my wife?” Steve asked, his voice unreadable. He jumped as Bucky clapped him on the shoulder.

“You’re welcome.” Bucky said grinning broadly at his best friend.

“It was Bucky’s idea and I happen to think a good one. Bucky and the rest of the Howling Commandos will come in under the cover of darkness once our cover is in place, and be put up in our house.”

“I…” Steve tried to reply but he faltered.

“As I said. You’re welcome.” Bucky grinned and no one pointed out the fact that Steve was blushing, and that Peggy’s cheeks were beginning to get rosy.

Two weeks later and Steve and Peggy were pulling the rickety truck loaded with furniture up to the house that they were “moving to” on account of their house being bombed by the British.