i left out a lot of my favorite moments

anonymous asked:

Hey! Since you know a lot about how BDSM really works, I'd LOVE to know some of your fave fics that portray BDSM correctly? Got any good 1D recs that you agree with?

Switch Out the Batteries by loadedgunn and Istajmaal  has EXCELLENT and well negotiated kink, discussion, and aftercare. It also has (consensual) group sex in it, opt out of the later chapters if that’s not your thing! I personally think all of Loadedgunn’s fic, even the ones with problematic age gaps and power differentials, have well negotiated and well written, realistic kink when the sex actually comes into play. 

I also think NO Sweeter Innocence than Our Gentle Sin by Teumessian has excellent kink negotiation and discussion, but its a threesome negotiation with Zayn and Larry. Very well done though. 

Eleadore’s amazing fertility kink fic we can take the log way home  has really sweet and well done discussion of kinks and communication, but it’s not necessarily BDSM. It’s one of my favorite fics ever though and I love it! It’s a good example of communication surrounding kink being something difficult but ultimately rewarding if executed properly. 

This author left the fandom in 2012, but her fic is AMAZING and has really well discussed kink. In lots of the stories, it starts out good and working with very little communication because they’re young an inexperienced, and later puzzle through their mistakes and communication when it STOPS working. There are heartbreaking moments and moments with bad kink practice, but they always get discussed and remedied. Really well done. 

That boy’s got my heart in a silver cage 

so soft it twirls 

horizontal like a quarter to three 

it’s you I want to take apart 

give it to me like I want it 

could make your whole world sweet 

all wound up and short on time 

leave you drowning until you reach for my hand 

agent provocateur 

enjoy!!! 

Thoughts on Suramar

So, thanks to this blog, I’ve discovered some new elven ruins off of the coast between Stormheim and Suramar and they are giving me THOUGHTS.

First off, we know Elisande didn’t save all of Suramar city under her shield, since the Tomb of Sargeras and accompanying ruins (The Lost Temple, elven ruins at the various FPs which include the ancient moonwell, the Weeping Terrace, and the Crescent Ruins) are outside of the shield barrier and were previously underwater until Gul’dan v.1 came. Just judging by the fact that this raised island is mostly made up of the Tomb of Sargeras, a vague ruin called “The Lost Temple”, and a cemetery area where ancient elves are buried (the Crescent Ruins), I’d hedge a guess to say that this was Suramar’s religious district. The reason Elisande probably didn’t try to save it is because the second Burning Legion portal was in the Temple of Elune, even though she had successfully sealed it just moments prior to raising the shield. That, or any other number of reasons, including time constraints which forced her to erect the barrier around a smaller part of Suramar, could be why it got left out.

My personal favorite theory? Elisande saved only the Highborne district of Suramar, meaning we aren’t even seeing the common district, let alone half the city. There’s not actually a whole lot of reasonable evidence for this, but I wouldn’t put it beyond Elisande to save just the Highborne who were working with her.

Some of the War of the Ancients trilogy has been retconned to some extent by Legion lore, especially where Suramar is concerned, but there’s a point in The Demon Soul where Illidan says: “Half the buildings in Suramar were formed from living trees”. Now, this probably isn’t true anymore, since the same novels say Suramar was completely razed, Val’sharah was just a “forest right outside of Suramar” with no name, and there was no second legion portal in the Temple of Elune. But, because I’m a fan of picking and choosing bits of lore to accept as potentially canon, let’s assume it’s true. Let’s also consider that the Highborne, architecturally, love stone.

I won’t go into it too much, but Chronicle Volume I hints that the Highborne steadily moved away from nature (Cenarius, Mt. Hyjal, etc.). At one point, someone headcanon-ed that night elves opt to be buried in the ground so their bodies can nourish the earth they came from. The Highborne, on the other hand, love to be buried above ground in stone coffins with their exact likeness sculpted on top (see: Tel’anor). Some ancient cities, like Zin-Azshari, are part stone building, part tree building (you can see this in the Well of Eternity dungeon especially), but Eldre’Thalas, Vashj’ir, and what we see of Suramar don’t have many tree-buildings. In fact, the part of the Well of Eternity dungeon with all of the Darnassus-esque buildings is supposed to be Zin-Azshari’s lower caste district. Keep in mind, both Eldre’Thalas and Vashj’ir (as far as we know) were Highborne-only cities.

So armed with that information… most of the Suramar we see is Highborne architecture, but we also know that commoners like Tyrande lived there, and that half of the buildings were made out of trees. So where is Suramar’s common district?

Maybe the whole region of Suramar was “Suramar City” and the towns outside of the main gate are the common district (barring that they have stone architecture like the rest of Suramar), but I find that unlikely, since they’re considered their own towns and separate from the city. There is the Scroll of Town Portal: Sashj’tar, which says that Sashj’tar is a research community “on the outskirts of Suramar City” (these town portal scrolls are talking in pre-sundeirng terms, as another one refers to a city that’s on the route to the Well of Eternity). The “outskirts” could be considered a part of the city, that much is true, but I stand by the fact that towns like Meredil, Ambervale, and Tel’anor are never referred to as a part of Suramar city. The counterargument to this is that every town outside the main gate isn’t a part of Suramar city because Suramar has been redefined by the Nightborne… meaning, pre-sundering Suramar is different from Nightborne-inhabited Suramar, and when any NPC makes reference to Suramar, they are talking about the Nightborne-inhabited Suramar. Pre-sundering Suramar included the Temple of Elune, but no one considers the Temple of Elune a part of (Nightborne-inhabited) Suramar any longer.

There are, however, some underwater ruins north-eastish of Suramar, just beyond Sashj’tar. 

These, too, are stone ruins that look no different than any other building in Suramar. I was prepared to venture that these ruins (which do cover quite a bit of land) might be Suramar’s “lost” common district, but they’re further than Sashj’tar, which is already considered on the outskirts of Suramar City. So, truth be told, they’re most likely an extension of Sashj’tar or their own separate ruin.

Granted, if the whole common district is made up of trees and it fell underwater ten thousand years ago, there’s probably not much of it left that’s recognizable as Suramar. If the night elves intended to make their buildings out of wood because they wanted to avoid harming the earth and/or so that their buildings would eventually decompose back into the ground, then it’s not entirely surprising that this section of Suramar has disappeared. However, it’s also entirely possible that this “common district” I’m talking about never existed, and that what remains of Suramar includes both where the Highborne and commoners lived before the sundering. All that fell beneath the waves, then, was Suramar’s religious district.

anonymous asked:

what are some good mystic messenger blogs to follow?

there are…a lot but they’re all v v good blogs and i apologize if i forget any or make anyone feel left out! i love all the blogs i follow ★~(◡﹏◕✿)

~

@godd707
@yoosungshoodie
@jihyunkm (sideblog) & @ringletcurl (main)
@tarotealeaf
@rfa-housewife
@fromthedeskofelizabeththird
@jihyussy
@choisgirls
@myetie
@2bedroom-baddestbidderlove
@keii
@vo-dcc
@princeyoosung
@spaceboy707 (i believe marked as an nsfw blog for some reason??)
@promiscuous-jalapeno
@mintykoi
@jihyunkkim
@honeybuddhahoe
@mysticdaddies
@bpdsaeran

like i said, these are just SOME of my favorite blogs that i follow at the moment!! i’m really sorry if i made anyone feel left out that was not my intention :(

Spike Analysis - Season 4

Alrighty, here we go with season 4 of Buffy. I know I said that I was going to do one post per significant episode for Spike, but his character development in season 4 is so damn choppy. His parts in any given episode are small, but put them together and you’ve got a lot to work with. So, that’s what we’re gonna do. From the top!

We see Spike initially in “The Harsh Light of Day.” This is the episode that ends up crossing over with Angel (one of the episodes this season, anyway). Basically, Dru has dumped Spike again and he’s back in Sunnydale with Harmony. He’s looking for the Gem of Amara which will make him invincible. Why does he want to be invincible? Well, I’ve got a theory (that it’s a demon. A dancing demon… Sorry). Spike for sure wanted to be invincible so that Buffy wouldn’t kick his ass the next time he tried to kill her—that worked well, huh?—but I think he also wanted it for personal reasons. You know how Angel always talks about how he wishes he could go out into the sun and be “a real boy” or whatever? I think, subconsciously, Spike wanted that, too. Also, one of the main things with Spike this episode is his new relationship with Harmony. The whole thing is super abusive on his part, and all that is, is Spike wanting to take out his anger for women on someone. It’s a horrible thing to do, but how much can you really blame the poor sod? The dude had to turn into a blood-sucking creature of the night to escape the shame of rejection from Cecily. The only other thing with this episode is that Spike totally gets his ass kicked by Buffy when he tries to kill her on the UC Sunnydale campus. He loses the Gem, which gets taken to Angel, which he then goes after. I’m not going to go over that episode of Angel because all it is, is normal Spike stuff. No development.

Okay, next up to discuss is “The Initiative.” This is where The Initiative kidnaps Spike and sticks that behavior chip in his head. There’s not a whole lot to talk about by way of character development until the scene with Willow in her dorm room. Spike went there to kill Buffy, right, but he settled for Willow instead. Willow and Spike are always great together because, even if he’s trying to kill her, they’re always really sweet to each other. I don’t if that’s because Spike identifies with her or what. That would make sense in this scene because Spike has just been dumped by Dru, and Oz has just left Willow. It could also be because, at Willow and Spike’s cores, they’re just big ‘ol softies. Anyway, back to the scene. So, Spike figures out here that he can’t kill, bite, or hurt Willow. Which is super embarrassing for him. It’s not hard to miss the metaphor pointing to impotence here. The show plays up the sensual/sexual aspect of being a vampire quite a bit. I mean, it makes sense considering the drinking of blood most likely provides the same euphoric effect that sex does, not to mention, they’re both primal acts. Willow comforts him until she realizes she’s insane and hits him over the head with a lamp.

Follow me to “Pangs” for some more Spike-chip developments. So, I’m gonna paraphrase here what James Marsters said in the DVD featurette about Spike on the Season 4 DVDs. Basically, the fun part about being a vampire (unless you’ve got a soul) is getting to kill and terrorize people. You can steal anything you want, kill anyone you want, and you’ve got no repercussions to deal with. However, now Spike can’t do that. Not only won’t he get a job, but he really can’t because he doesn’t exist to the world as a real person. He can’t kill people to eat them or to rob them, so there’s no way for him to get blood. Harmony’s given up on him and the only people he knows in town are the damn Scoobies. So… he’s fucked. This is the first of a few episodes of Spike living with Giles. Season 4 is kind of rubik’s cube of confusion for Spike as a character because… where does he fit? You can see the various different scenarios the writers try to put Spike in to make him work within the Scoobies. This episode, for example, is the bit where they try and make Spike into Cordelia. He gets ties up and has to listen to the Scoobies discuss what to do about this Native American spirit that is trying to kill all of them (because they don’t want to hurt him since… well, since America has hurt enough Native Americans for several lifetimes). For Spike, the solution is very simple: all that shit happened a long time ago, and you need to kill him before he kills you. Don’t be dumb. Which sort of establishes Spike as an intelligent and observant character, and that’s something that gets used and abused for the rest of the show. It also tells us that, if they have to, the Scoobies and Spike can stand to be around each other.

Moving right along to “Something Blue.” I’ve not got a lot to say here. This episode is pretty much Buffy and Spike making disgusting smooching noises and Giles not being okay with it. The only thing I would say towards Spike’s development is that it’s the first of two seeds planted this season that end up growing toward Spike falling in love with Buffy in the following season.

The next significant episode this season is “Doomed.” Spike finally figures out that he can hurt/kill demons. This is, of course, after he tries to kill himself in Xander’s basement. When he, Willow, and Xander are walking out of the museum, Spike attempts to make Willow and Xander feel like inferior pieces of shit on the grounds that they’re just weighing Buffy down. You can see in that scene that Spike is happy to be able to cause someone some pain somehow, which seems to be fine for him in that moment. But the real kicker is when he realizes he can still kill—it just has to be demons. And, shockingly enough, that’s good enough for him. This sort of backs up something that he and Angel talk about in Angel’s 5th season: that Spike just wanted kill while Angel was in it for the evil. All of this leads to him, in the next season, believing that he doesn’t want to kill people anymore (that was his reasoning when he was trying to tell Buffy he loved her) and then to him actually not wanting to kill people anymore when he gets his soul. So, this episode is huge for Spike, and we see the results from it carry all the way to the end of the chip’s storyline.

“A New Man” and “The I in Team” I’m going to sort of glom together because basically what these two episodes do is begin the mutually beneficial relationship between Spike and the Scoobies (I do a thing for you, you pay me money. You do a thing for me, I may do another thing for you later… but only for money). Of course, we know this relationship keeps going in one form or another at least through season 5. I’m not so sure about season 6 because I don’t remember hearing him ask for money in that season. However, that’s the only way he could afford to buy blood unless, for some reason, the Scoobies decided to give him money to buy blood regardless because of his help after Buffy died. Maybe he got paid for babysitting Dawn. I dunno.

Okay, moving on. “Who Are You” is the second episode this season with Faith. Faith is already in Buffy’s body by this episode. The scene with Faith and Spike in the Bronze is the second seed that blossoms into Spike falling for Buffy. Yes, it is Faith in Buffy’s body teasing Spike and getting him all hot and heavy… but Spike doesn’t know this. He legit thinks Buffy is fucking with him right now. And you can totally tell that Spike would be down. I feel like this is an epiphany for him, like “Holy shit… she’s fucking hot.” You know? And then he says, “You and me are gonna have a confrontation.” Like, that’s such a formal way to tell her that he’s going to kick her ass? It’s like Spike was rehearsing what to say in his head, trying to make it sound menacing but cool and collected at the same time, and it just came out strange because he was so flustered. It’s one of my favorite moments from this season, for real.

I haven’t got a lot left to say about season 4. I mean, “The Yoko Factor” is a pretty good example of Spike being a very observant character. And it also tells us that Spike doesn’t give two shits about the lives of the Scoobies unless it benefits him. Like, he doesn’t give a fuck if Willow is gay or if Xander feels inferior or if Giles feels unwanted. He’s just uses it to further his own desires, which is classic Spike. I guess, with his deal with Adam, you get to see a different side of Spike in that Spike has never really been below someone before, at least not in the sense of working for them. So, that’s quite strange. And by the end of the season, the Scoobies have gotten used to Spike being around, even though they know he’ll still do shitty things if he can. Overall, other than the chip, Spike doesn’t have a lot going on in season 4. But, next up we’re working on season 5, and oh, boy. I’m pretty pumped. It’s gonna be a good time.

Hope you enjoyed the rambles!          

anonymous asked:

Thoughts on Perc'ildan? Just as a hypothetical thing ofc

Very positive. They were a big ship in early days CR (what with the I give Percy as kiss and say “let’s get out of here you beautiful bastard”) and I for one am v much here for it. You’ve got a noble ponce with a tendency towards theatrics and a thief/assassin who grew up on the street and has little patience for nobility but just as much love for overblown gestures. And one of them wears his heart on his sleeve and the other refuses to discuss what’s going on in his head but they’re still always there for each other, so very similar and also nothing alike, and––

It’s good shit, man.

(My personal favorite aspect of them to write is the sort of nebulous post-44 area, where whatever they were or had has fallen apart and all they’ve got left is the nostalgia and the grief and the hope. I like the moments where they come back from that, where they figure out how to move forwards, and how to do that together. Also, I feel like there’s a lot of well-meaning oneupmanship between them. They really are quite similar.)

Yesterday Epilogue

Tyler Joseph X Reader

A/N: this was highly requested that I write, so here it is…? I don’t know if y’all will like it. It might just disappoint you guys. I’m not even really sure of the direction I want to go with this. I hope you guys enjoy though. Thanks for reading.

Tyler’s POV

I sat on the couch, staring at the letter in my hands. I wasn’t sure how to react. What did she mean that she didn’t love me like she did yesterday? It didn’t make any sense to me. I felt like I needed to puke. The knots in my stomach were making me nauseous, and I felt like a million pounds of bricks all hit my chest at once.

Was I too late? How was I supposed to find her? My head was spiraling out of control. I quickly grab my phone and call Josh. He was like her brother. He had to know where she was going, right?

“Josh? Hello?”

“Hey, what’s up?”

“I just read that letter you gave me… I need to know where she is. Please. I need to talk to her.”

“Look, Tyler, you’re my best friend in the whole world, and you know I would do anything for you. But I don’t think it’s a good idea to see her right now. She needs to clear her head before she does anything stupid. And the truth is, I don’t know where she is right now. She didn’t tell me.”

“If she tells you where she is, please Josh. Tell me. I can’t believe that I was so dumb. I can’t believe I was so oblivious to everything around me because I was so infatuated with Tiffany. God, I can’t believe that I did this. How could I do that to her…. Did I just lose her, Josh?”

After that question, what seemed like a long pause came from Josh’s end of the line.

“Honestly, you could never lose her. She loves you too much for that. She didn’t leave you because she hates you. She left because she’s in a really bad place. And she needs time to heal. Just like you’re going to need time to adjust to everything. I know you want to tell her how sorry you are, and how much you really love her and how dumb you were about the whole situation, but trust me, just give the two of you some space for right now. Things are going to be different when you see her again.”

“How am I going to fix this…? I don’t even know where to begin…”

“You start by putting everything behind you.”

“You’re right… if fate wants us to be together, we’ll be together right…? You know that saying… ‘if you love them let them go, and if they love you, they’ll come back…’? I really hope she does come back.”

“You’ll be okay, Tyler. Everything is going to be fine.”

I sigh and say my goodbyes, hanging up the phone throwing it down on the couch in frustration. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. How was I supposed to just leave this for a few months? I know it sounds selfish but I don’t want a repeat of what happened to her to happen to me.

I mean, she deserves a whole lot better than what I gave her, but I know that I can treat her better than anyone else on this planet. We’re best friends. We did everything together. We have gone through everything together.

I walk around my house, trying to calm myself down. But I can’t. I wanted to scream. I wanted to throw things. But I didn’t. I couldn’t.  (Y/N) grew up with me in this house. There were too many memories that would be destroyed if I had done that. Instead, I went to my piano to write. That was my escape. Within hours, I had ideas all over the floor that were never finished. I was distracted. I didn’t know how to get her out of my mind. She’s all I could think about.

I got up from the seat, deciding to take a walk. I had to clear my head somehow. And that was the best thing I could think of to help me.

I met up with Josh a little bit later that day, and he knew I was completely out of it.

“Tyler… you gotta stop worrying about it. I don’t think she could move on from you even if she tried.”

I sigh and tilt my head back in the chair until it hit the wall behind me.

“Dude, I’m trying to not worry but I screwed up. Big time. How do I not worry about that?”

Josh gives me an annoyed look.

“We are going on tour soon, and I need you to focus on that. I know it sucks now, but things are going to work out. They always do. She can’t be gone for forever. She’ll come back to us. She will come back for you.”

I simply nod my head and poked at my food.

“You’re right. Tour is coming up. I need to get my head in the game for that. Gotta put on those performances to make the Clique happy.”

Months had gone by and the tour was a huge success. We were playing at MSG for two nights, and I couldn’t be more excited. This was something Josh and I had dreamed about for a long time. I only wished I could share this moment with (Y/N). She was always our biggest supporter. I closed my eyes and started to hype myself up for the performance.

I walked onto the stage and looked out at the venue. It was one of the most famous stages in the United States. Maybe worldwide. I took it all in. We had made it.

The show began and everything was going great. Josh sounded awesome on the drums, and the fans gave us a whole new type of energy. They sang along to the songs, and they ensured that no one was hurt in the pit. The only thing missing from the whole thing was (Y/N). We started to play Car Radio, and I was making my climb.

I looked into the audience, and smiled to myself. They were the ones who got us here. They were our family. I took my mask off and looked below me, in awe of the sold out arena. I looked at the fans below me, and saw a face that I never thought I would see again. Below me stood (Y/N). And she had the biggest, most beautiful smile on her face. Tears were in her eyes as she made eye contact with me. As she did, she mouthed the words, “I’m so proud of you.”

I’m not going to lie. I did get emotional. Not only because she was there, but because everything seemed to work out just like Josh had mentioned. I guess I have to thank Josh. For a lot of reasons, actually.

The night was coming to a close, and I started to play the notes of Trees. I had to make this speech the most amazing one yet. I was scared, at first. I didn’t really know what to say. It was like I was getting stage fright, even though I had done this hundreds of times before. But I kept thinking there were a few things I had to say. And things that I needed to leave in my head. So I started.

“You survived to the end my friends, and not everybody survives. You survived ‘till the end of the show, survived the end of the tour. Don’t know if I told you this, but I can’t think of a better place to end this than right here so thank you so much. Now I’m thinking of all the people I mentioned, or I thought of, and we wouldn’t be here without them. There’s so many of them in this room. I’m not gonna name them all. But before last night, the first and only time I’d been in this building, I was nine years old and my grandma took me to see the circus. And my grandma June is here tonight to watch us play on this stage. You know, I also need to mention, my old band mate, Chris. He was the first guy that really showed me what to do to put on a show. He said: “Hey, you see this chord? You plug it into here, and this is how you get the piano to come out of the system.” He taught me everything I know when it comes to this stuff. He actually is the one who built that piano over there, seven years ago. And he’s here tonight. So thank you Chris, for everything you’ve done for us. We’ve got guys on this crew that have been here from the beginning, Daniel, Mark, Snider. Some I forget. Chris and Brad, you guys have believed in us from the very beginning. I know this feels like we’re accepting an award or something, but honestly, this kinda feels like one. Listen, we wouldn’t be up here if it weren’t for a lot of people, if they didn’t exist. It is very important to know that if you, our fans, The Clique, were not here tonight, this would not be possible. So thank you so much for making this possible. So grateful for you guys. There’s one other person I’d like to talk about- who I would not be up here on this stage right now if it weren’t for- Josh Dun on the drums. Please give it up for him. Listen, I know you’ve been cheering all night, but I know you’ve got something else. Josh Dun on the drums everybody, c'mon. And you know I brought Michael out and it made me think of a lot of older shows, and we’ve been closing out with a certain song for year now. It’s very cool for us to be showing this song to people. This might be my favorite song live and I invite you to be apart of that tradition with us as we close out this show. We’ll give it everything we have, friends. We only have a little bit left in us, but we promise by the end of this, we will be nothing. So, join us.”

All I could think about in this moment was how different things had gotten. I feel as though I’ve changed through this entire tour. I didn’t feel like I was the same person I was a few months back. And maybe that’s what the letter meant. Maybe she had changed too.

After the show had ended, I went backstage to freshen up and reminisce about what had just happened that night. It was incredible. It was something I would never forget. It was even better to know that during this night, I had finally realized a few things, that I was ready to let go of the past. And (Y/N) somehow knew that too.

After a few words were exchanged, I walked back out on stage to look at the arena one more time. But what I focused on instead, was a single body standing in the center of the venue, a bright smile on her face.

I looked away and started to cry, finally letting all of my emotions go from that night. I covered my mouth as she walked towards me. She climbed the stage and stood before me, her arms open wide. I looked at her with a bit of disbelief, not knowing if this was some sort of sick joke. But I didn’t care at this point. I was so happy to see her. It was long overdue.

I walked over slowly and hugged her for the first time in months. I missed the warm embrace she would always give me. It gave me a sense of security. It made me feel safe, and welcome.

“Thanks for mentioning me in your speech tonight, Ty.” she says in between small sobs.

We both laugh slightly and I wipe her tears, caressing her beautiful face. She smiles slightly at me, bringing her hand up to hold mine.

“I’m sorry,” I chuckle. “I didn’t want to make that something public… I thought it was better left unsaid until I saw you. In person. Honestly, I didn’t think you were coming.” I say quietly.

She gives me a sad look and sighs.

“Why wouldn’t I come, Ty? I may have left for a while, but I made you a promise all those years ago. And I don’t break promises.”

“I’ve missed you, (Y/N). More than you could know. I’ve driven myself crazy the past few months. I’m so sorry, for everything. I don’t know how I could’ve been so dumb. I just… I thought you deserved so much more than I could give you. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship if things didn’t work out and–” before I could finish her soft lips crashed into mine.

That kiss was something that I had been waiting to know what it felt like since I was a kid. It was indescribable. It was everything I had ever hoped for and more.

As she pulled away she looks up at me and smiles.

“I’ve missed you too, Ty. And I’m also sorry. But I think the time we took away from each other really helped. There’s so much I need to tell you.” she says excitedly. “But first I think we need to talk about a few things…” she paused. “I really do think that we’ve changed, and for the better. I think that some part of us needed time to adjust to everything, and we really needed the space apart from each other. I’m not going to lie, I thought about you every day. And it was hard for me to not call you every night to ask how you were doing, or just to see your face or hear your voice. And it sucked. But I came back because… well… you’re my best friend, Ty. And the person I’ve been absolutely in love with since the longest time. I wasn’t going to throw that away, even though there were times when I really wanted to.”

I kissed her once again and pulled her into another embrace.

“Can I ask you something, (Y/N)?” I whisper in her ear. She nods into my chest and pulls away slightly to look up at me. “What did you mean that you didn’t love me like you did yesterday…?”

She pauses and scrunches her nose.

“Honestly, I wanted it to mean that I had changed. And that my love for you had changed because of it. It wasn’t the same after I left. It wasn’t like I loved you any less. I didn’t know who I was until I connected with you. But I guess I had to figure out who I am without you. I was so caught up in us that I didn’t focus on myself. And I really needed that aspect in my life to be happy.”

“Well, I’m glad you figured it out because I don’t know if I would’ve made it a couple more months without you. We’re better human beings when we’re with the person we’re supposed to be with. And that wasn’t Tiffany. It’s always been you.”

As we embrace for another moment, I see Josh walk on stage, arms folded. All I could do was mouth the words: “Thank You.

“Taking her time before changing into her second dress, a shorter white dress that hugged her body delicately with a pretty white lace framing, she admired the ring on her finger. It was the feminine match to Danny’s with a simple platinum band and gorgeously expensive jewels in an emerald cut. She wasn’t even going to fathom how many carats it was. She admired the trifecta of jewels for a few moments more before she put the other dress on. 

She’d meant what she’d said about change and it looked like things were definitely changing. For the better, she was sure.”

-Samantha Manson Fenton in C’est La Vie - Chapter 15: Keep Your Money, I Want Change

Fanart for one of my favorite Danny Phantom Fanfics, C’est La Vie by Keybella

There is a lot of fanart I wanna do for this fic so watch out. <3

I know the ring is supposed to be on the left hand oops sorry

2.17 ‘Flash Back’ liveblog

@elrhiarhodan threw out the idea of doing a meta about Flash Back.  I accepted the challenge.

I let it happen again.  I trusted someone I shouldn’t have.  Jay Garrick.  Zoom.

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misslauragrace  asked:

Hello Edge! So...I'm a lot like you sometimes. I don't like most people, and I don't know how to act around them. So thank you for making me feel a little less alone in that. Also, I know when you left the Underground you must've gotten hit with a LOT of new music. You're a musician and all, so what was your favorite discovery up here music-wise? What's your favorite song? *squeezes the Edgelord's hand and grins* ily both, thank you for making me smile on bad days <3

Edge: “”, he looks away for a moment, his expression pensive.

Edge: “… the music, yes. It was quite shocking to find out actually how much music you humans created and in how many different genres. I might say, that this was my favourite discovery. There are so many instruments and musicians on the Surface I won’t have time in my whole life to appreciate even half of them. Some genres are absolutely not up my alley, though there are songs and pieces in all of them that sound interesting to me. Thus it is nearly impossible to pick one song that is my favourite, especially when it depends on the mood I’m in. Most of those I listen to frequently are in rock or metal genre, but I seem to like other ones too.”, he huffs quietly.  “You may be annoying and disgusting, but at least with music you got something right.

Edge: Pretends he doesn’t notice the hand squeezing his own and manages to stand still for three seconds. Then he jerks his hand away. “Whatever, human.

((Mun: I’m still collecting music for Thunderstruck playlist, most of the songs are quite aggressive or pumped up, but there are some that are downright sad. I might post it somewhere someday. Don’t wanna spoil anything just yet!))

anonymous asked:

Hello again I'm the Dick/Kori/Babs anon from the past night :) I was just wondering if you have any meta posts that would prove the people who call Kori "Dick's sexual relationship" wrong. Like I've always heard that Kori "is the reason we have Dick today and Dick is the man he is bc of Kori" so I'm assuming it takes more than sex to really influence someone's character. How did Kori's relationship with Dick influence him in the long run is the question I'm asking I guess :O

Haaa, yeah, I have [this DickKory meta]. It’s honestly not one of my favorite posts because it’s the second (or third?) meta I ever did on this blog, and I feel like I left out a lot of pivotal moments, but it does get the idea across. Back then, I didn’t realize the fandom put down DickKory so much or I probably would have emphasized more of their history.

But yeah, the impact that Kory had on Dick is definitely a profound one.

(New Titans #57)

“Kory realized something was wrong with me. Bless her, she did try to help.”

The New 52 is what turned Kory into more of a sexual being than anything. Dick and Kory did have sex throughout their relationship, but it was never the focus of their relationship, and I only remember it being shown on screen 2-3 times. Throughout their relationship, Kory was emotionally fostering to Dick and got him to lighten up more as he grew older.

Always my savior // Part 5

PAIRINGS: Theo Raeken x Reader

WORD COUNT: 2, 370

WARNINGS: smut

A/N: So here is part 5 of my story :) I hope you enjoy it and i promise part 6 will be up soon ♥ Tell me what your opinion is and if you want to be tagged when i upload a new part :) 

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4

Originally posted by bysamoylova

One month later

I was sleeping so sweetly until the freaking sunlight coming from the window decided to wake me up. Rubbing my eyes I drove away the sleep. When I opened my eyes I turned toward the half naked body next to me. Seeing Theo’s muscles moving slightly due to the inhaling and the exhaling I smiled. Slowly I drew my hand along his back. But the light was still annoying me, so I went and closed the curtains. The room became darker and so my eyes started shutting due to the lack of sleep. Having all the energy left I returned to the bed before I had fallen asleep standing and laying head on the window.

Minutes later I was still awake.

“Fuck it!”, I murmured in order not to wake the sleeping boy. Watching him made me think of all the moments we had after our first date.

“I cannot believe you!”, Stiles shouted, “Theo freaking Raeken is your boyfriend ?!”

“Deal it Stiles!”, I rolled my eyes, “I like him, he likes me, I do not see why not dating him!”, that boy was getting on my nerves.

“But he is bad! He only wants you to join the dark side with him.”

“If you tell me one more time that Theo is the devil, I’m gonna slice you!”, I threatened him, “Haven’t you heard that friends are supposed to support you !? I thought you could be happy about me at least…”

“Of course I’m happy (Y/N)! I just think he is not the guy for you! And that he will break your heart and hurt you.”

That was enough!

“You are an indeed good friend, Stiles.”, with a hurt expression I left school. Thank goodness I didn’t have more classes. When I was outside I saw Theo waiting for me. The bad mood vanished and a big smile appeared on my face.

“Hey, babe!”, I greeted him with a kiss and a hug.

“Hello, sweetheart.”, Theo smiled back and leaned for another kiss.

“Do you have plans for tonight?”, I pried as we got in the car.

“Of course, I’m going to hand out with a really pretty and sweet girl from my History class.”

“What !?”, I kind of shouted and looked at him with wide eyes. The only girl popping in my head was the new classmate Tracy.

“I’m talking about you, Dopy.”, he chuckled.

“Ooh…I’m glad to hear it.”, I kissed him in the cheek and returned on my seat. Theo’s hand was lying on my hip as always. Soon we were in front of my house. We got out of the car and went inside.

“What about a movie night ?”, I suggested. The boy nodded and ensconced himself on the sofa turning on the TV while I went in the kitchen. Opening the fridge I searched for something to eat but where that luck from. I felt arms on my tights and although I knew who it was I still flinched.

“Is my baby doll hungry, huh ?”, wrapping hands around me, Theo began placing kisses behind my ear, down my neck and then on my shoulder. I moaned in response which caused him to form a smile. “I’m a really good cook. Would you want me to cook you something, princess?”

“Only if I help you, my knight in shining armor.”

We put all the needed ingredients on the table and got to work. Theo was telling me what to do and I was listening like a good child. I mixed the eggs, sugar and the flour.

“Now leave the work for the professional.”, grabbing the bowl from me he continued adding more things.

“I just want to help!”, I stated.

“I’m aware, sweetheart but you can sit and watch.”, being kind of offended, I sat angrily on a chair. The eggs were before me and Theo was with his back to me. A mischievous smile appeared on my face. Taking one egg I approached Theo and broke the egg on his head. He turned around slowly and looked at me wrathfully.

“You are declaring a war!”, he started walking towards me, while I was backing, “You are gonna pay for this.”, grabbing some flour he threw it at me. Not so long afterwards the whole kitchen was decorated with eggs, some caramel, chocolate, and everything you can think of. I grasped the nearest bowl and poured in on Theo. It turned out to be the last chocolate spread left.

“I must admit it. You look damn delicious.”, licking and biting my lips I looked at him.

“Wanna take a bite?”, he came and hugged me unexpectedly covering me in chocolate. I tried to pull away but that only cause us to fall on the ground laughing. Then suddenly Theo licked my jaw.

“What are you doing?”

“Cleaning my dirty, dirty princess.”, I smirked and licked a line from his collar bone to his ear

“Then you can continue working.”, I whispered.

Well, I can tell you that the kitchen wasn’t the only filthy room.

As I was chuckling happily at the thought I felt a movement n the bed. Turning around I perceived that Theo had turned around and now was facing me. I smiled seeing his peaceful expression. I turned aside to face him. He looked like an angel to me. How can Stiles think he is vicious? He was the best boyfriend I could have had and I liked everything in him.

For example how he had gotten excessively jealous when he’d seen a boy asking me for a pen. The way he had clenched his fist, grinded his teeth and was about to kick the hell out of that poor student but with one touch I could stop him. Honestly, I adored when he wanted to show I was his. The hickeys he left on places I couldn’t hide later, the hugs on every break at school, when he put his arm on my shoulders, the death glares towards every male creature.

My favorite moments were when he made me breakfast in the bed, or when we cooked together and although it always ended in a big mess, we had a lot of fun. And something I never thought he would do was the unusual dates but sometimes I preferred when he was cocky and full of confidence. In those days he was able to piss me off so easily and was provoking me like 24/7.

I adored how frustrated he became when I was playing with his hair and then how he tickled me in revenge. But what I loved most where his eyes. Those blue eyes making me feel loved, showing me how much he cared about me. The way I made them became darker with my nasty teases or when the sparkled due to laugh at my stupid jokes. Ah, and those tight hugs! He was holding me tenderly yet firmly as though he would lose me. His touch could send me on cloud nine, knowing what it felt like to be in heaven, yet the passion and desire I had for him were the sin locking me a place in hell forever.

“Why am I catching you looking at me so often?”, Theo murmured in his sleepy voice which was incredibly hot.

“Maybe because I like the view.”, I said and neared him. Opening his eyes, Theo smiled. His hand landed on my tights he drew me closer to him.

“Not as much as me.”, his lips slowly connected with mine.

“You narcissistic donut!”

“You perfectly know that I was talking about you.”, he laughed and continue kissing my lips, jaw, then the neck.

“Oh, really?” but the only response I got was a murmur between the kisses. I pulled away and looked at him. “I don’t think I can believe you.” He flipped us over so now he was on top of me.

“I like seeing you when I wake up, sweetheart. Knowing that you are here with me makes me the happiest person alive.”, he looked me directly in the eyes showing that the words were coming from his heart. “I like seeing your hair scattered on the pillow, your cutie face when you sleep.”, he took a lock of hair and played with it. “I don’t know if you realize it but you drool when you sleep.”

“And I thought you would say something romantic.”, I giggled. “Wait…did you- did you just tried to quote one of my favorite books?”

“Maybe.”, leaning closer he crashed his lips in mine again. This time it wasn’t just a good morning kiss, it became passionate and rough. His hands roamed on my body – squeezing my ass, playing with my panties, gripping my tights.

“As much as I like you wearing my clothes…”, not giving him the chance to talk, I finished his sentence.

“You’ll prefer them on the floor. Am I right?”

“You know me like nobody else does.”, his fingers find the edging of the blouse and removed it slowly, revealing my almost naked body. He bit his lips and smirked while admiring the view. Taking his hand in mine I ran it through the valley between my breasts, my stomach and stopped on my panties. The whole time I wasn’t breaking an eye contact with him.

“You are driving me crazy, baby doll.”, tearing my bikini he threw them away.

“You didn’t have to be that rough.”, Theo spread my legs.

“You like it.”, then he licked a long line on the inner part of my hips.

“Yeah, but because of that I’m running out of underwear.”, knotting my fingers in his hair I guided him towards my core. “And you know I hate you teasing me so do you job Raeken!”, I stated kind of frustrated. I was craving for his touch, his mouth and that hell of a tongue.

Tightly grapping my hips he kissed my cunt causing me to moan. Then he started moving his tongue – driving circles, the number eight, eating me out. Soon he added his middle finger slow-moving it.

“Oh, god! Right there! Ah, yes!”, he turned me into a mess yet we were only in the beginning of our game. I needed to come and Theo’s actions were only teasing me. “I need to come, honey! Please!”

I felt the smirk appearing on his face as he moved his fingers fast driving me on the edge. Holding the sheets tightly I was relishing on the indescribable pleasure Theo was giving to me. Seconds later I felt warmth in my stomach. With my boyfriend’s name on my lips I screamed in delight as I came around his finger.

Regaining my breath I opened my eyes. Theo came into view and I saw him licking his fingers. Watching him like that caused me think about some impure things I wanted to do with that boy. Crawling back to me, he stood just inches away from my lips. When I tried to cut the distance, he moved slightly away still leaving a small gap between us.

“Just kiss me already!”, I demanded.

“Why are you so eager?”

“Because you are a freaking bastard and I need you. Now!”

Finally I managed to kiss him. Biting his lower lip I begged for him to let me in. Our tongues were fighting an endless war. We were both stubborn to let the other win but I surrendered. I had to – the blood in my veins was boiling and only because of him. He explored my mouth, while his hands were playing with my boobs. Scratching his back and drawing them down I soon felt the fabric of his boxers, who were quite smaller due to his erection. Smiling I pulled them down. Theo tried to stand and removed them from his body but I stopped him.

“No time, honey.”, I wrapped my legs around Theo to get him closer.

“Tell me what you want!”

“I want you big cock inside me. I want you to fuck me hard as though there is no tomo-Ah yes!”

Without warning he entered me. I dug my nails in his back and closed my eyes trying to accustom to his length. Seconds later he began moving. Each trust became faster and faster. Placing my right leg on his shoulder, he fucked me in a whole new angle which gave him the opportunity to get deeper and hit my g-spot. The trusts were so intense and due to his supernatural strength the bed was slightly hitting the wall. My body was on fire, lightened from the smallest spark. The whole room was filled with our groans and moans, the sound of skin slapping skin. Theo’s mouth found my breasts and paid attention to each of them. Not long after I felt a familiar sensation in my stomach.

“Oh, god! T-Theo…I-I’m clo-close.”, I stammered.

“Come around me, you dirty princess.”, those words were the only thing I needed – I came with Theo’s name on my lips. As soon as I finished, my boyfriend’s substance filled me. After he pulled out, Theo laid next to me trying to catch his breath as I did.

“I like having se-”, but I got cut due to Theo’s phone ringing.

“Hold on a second, sweetheart.”, he looked at the device and within seconds he was out of bed dressing.

“What’s going on ?”, I asked surprised.

“I have some work to do.”, leaning on, he kissed me on the cheek and grabbed a shirt from the wardrobe.

“But we usually cuddle after sex.”

“Maybe the next time. See you later, honey.”, with those words he left the room leaving me lying naked on the bed with a confused expression.  Lately he was leaving me behind because of some non important things as he had told me without explaining me where he was going. He would just vanish in seconds when his phone rang. I was getting suspicions.

‘What if he has another girlfriend?’, but as soon as that thought appeared in my mind I wanted to slap myself for even thinking that. But something was going on and I had to find out what it was.

To be continue…

BillDip Positivity Week Day 1!

Draw/write your favorite AU

That’s next to impossible, since I have so many AUs and I love them all a whole lot.

But I decided to post a snippet from my Pirate AU, Stars Over The Sea!

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The man almost seemed to drop out of the sky. One moment Dipper was alone on the deck and staring out at the sea, the next there was a rustle above him and then Captain Cipher had suddenly, and without warning, appeared a foot to his left, balancing perfectly on the mahogany railing in those ridiculous heels.
“C-Captain!” Dipper stammered. The lights from the ship were striking the fantastic sweep of spun gold that half-covered the right side of his face, glinting off of the red and gold beads woven into the silken, wavy locks, and bouncing off the curve of his sharp cheekbones and the white of his giant eye. The rest of his body was hidden in shadow; he seemed merged with the night behind him, and yet separate from it like a star or a flame, and Dipper was reminded once again that Bill Cipher was not a human being.
“Watching the stars, eh, Pinetree?” The demon asked casually, releasing the rope he was holding and sauntering across the railing without so much as swaying to abruptly sit down right next to where Dipper was standing. Dipper flinched back, as always uneasy around the other man. Bill was more like a wild animal than a man; he could be charming and friendly one moment, sure, but you could never predict when the sharp yellow teeth that grinned at you might meet in your throat. And yet, at the same time, he was beautiful. Dipper had met plenty of unpleasant people during his time at his great-uncle’s pawn shop or his few forays into the world of Gideon and Pacifica, but no one was as terrifying–or as beautiful–as Captain Cipher.
“Yes,” Dipper replied, biting back his urge to call Bill ‘sir’. It was a habit long engrained in him; it had been difficult to keep from calling the pirate that. Bill preferred ‘boss’, 'Captain’, and 'your Lordship’ if he was in a really bad mood.
Bill turned so he was sitting sideways on the railing and facing Dipper, swinging one leg over the railing and leaving it resting there. His wide black mouth quirked up at the corners into a grin. “Pretty, aren’t they. I figured you’d like them, considering who and what you are.” He poked Dipper’s forehead where the birthmark was hidden under his tousled brown hair, and Dipper couldn’t help but blush.
“I thought you were in the dining hall with the other men,” he said nonchalantly, brushing at the hair over his forehead. Bill laughed.
“I’m everywhere, Pinetree. Perks of being a demon, wouldn’t you say?”
“So you came out to see the stars too?” Dipper looked away from Bill and up at the sky.
Bill was eyeing Dipper like a predator eyeing prey when he replied. “You could say that.”
Dipper didn’t notice Bill’s gaze; he was busy watching clouds cross the bright face of the moon.
All of a sudden Bill caught hold of his chin and turned Dipper’s head to face him. His one eye glittered.
“Tell me something, Pinetree,” the demon said quietly.
Dipper gulped. “Y-yes?”
“Do you believe in a god? Any god, at all.”
Dipper blinked at how random the question was. To be honest, this was not something he’d ever thought about often. His father had been more interested in raising a businessman and a respectable daughter than really making sure they were devout in their religion, though both he and Mabel had been baptized and tutored in Catholicism, as most children in the area were. Mabel didn’t care much about religion, aside from the occasional prayer when she knew she was about to get in trouble, and he himself? No, he’d never cared for it in any way.
“I…suppose not really. I’m not very religious,” he explained. Were pirates religious? He knew they had some belief systems, featuring ocean monsters and sirens and water and weather gods, but he had no idea what they did or didn’t worship otherwise.
Bill’s eye glinted strangely. “You know what, Pinetree? Come with me.” He swung his long leg back over the railing, narrowly missing Dipper’s nose in the process, and started walking towards the stairs leading up to the poop deck.
“Where are we going?”
“To look at the stars.” Bill did that weird thing with his eyelid Dipper had come to understand was his way of winking. “Can’t see them well from down there. Come on, kid, walk like you’re actually interested in what I have to say!”
Flushing, Dipper scampered after the captain. In the darkness, it took a moment to locate him again; he was lying down on the support of the bonaventure mizzen. Dipper hovered awkwardly, unsure what to do now.
“Well?” Bill waved his hand to the space beside him. “Lie down, Pinetree.”
Thank god it was dark and Bill couldn’t see him turning red as a tomato. Cautiously, the young man sat down on the ebony and, after hesitating a moment, leaned himself back. His shoulder brushed Bill’s and he scooched away. “Sorry.”
“What for?” Bill asked, amused. The next thing Dipper knew, the captain was holding his hand, long gloved fingers interlaced in his shorter ones, his angular face turned towards Dipper. Now it was only starlight reflecting on his cheekbone and eye, and Dipper could feel his face growing hotter and hotter. He knew the captain was smirking at him—that seductive smirk, the playful one that threatened to ruin your life.
“Relax, kid.” Bill raised their clasped hands to the sky, pointing. “See that?”
“Um…”
“The Ursa Major. More specifically, the Big Dipper.”
Dipper nodded. Never in his life had he had trouble locating the Big Dipper; it was, after all, splashed across his head in little red spots. His eye just always went straight to it the moment he was told to look for it.
“Do you know the names of the stars in it?” Bill asked.
“Alkaid, Mizar, Alioth, Megrez, Phad, Merak and Dubhe,” Dipper replied with some degree of satisfaction, pointing to each star in turn from the handle of the pseudo-constellation to the front two stars of the bowl. “Merak and Dubhe point to Polaris, and that faint star right behind Mizar is Alcor. Considering how high it is in the sky, we must be getting pretty far southeast. Don’t exactly have a horizon at the moment though so I can’t measure our exact location.”
“Good, Pinetree. I’m actually glad you could pick out Alcor.” Bill released Dipper’s hand and put his own behind his head. “I’m going to tell you a story.”
“Okay.”
“Do you know who the Aztecs were?”
“Um…” The name sounded somewhat familiar. “Weren’t they Indians? But further south. And…aren’t they gone?”
“Yes, they’re all gone,” the demon chuckled, though there was something strange in his tone when he said it. “They were Mesoamerican natives, in that area of the main continent between the Northern colonies and the Caribbean. The conquistadors—Spanish adventurers and explorers–essentially wiped them out in the 1500s.” Bill brushed some hair out of his face. “Well, at the very least they destroyed their culture and their capital city, crushed their empire, and enslaved most of them. Anyway, they believed in quite a few gods, but one of the most prevalent ones was Quetzalcoatl, the god of wind, life, the morning star, and a whole slew of other weird things no one paid a lot of attention to. If you ask anyone who knows Aztec history, they’ll just tell you the first three.”
“What a name,” Dipper mused.
“Oh, you should hear the rest of 'em if you think old 'Ketzal is bad. Anyway, see, Quetzalcoatl had a twin. A younger twin, but I’m sure if you asked him he’d say he was older.” He chuckled, then went on. “His name was Xolotl. And he was the god of death, the underworld, and the evening star. And also misery, lightning, twins, deformities, disease, monsters, and a few different kinds of corn. Also dogs. But anyway, these twins were worshiped—or at least Quetzalcoatl was. The Aztecs didn’t like twins. They usually killed the one born second, or whichever one was noticeably weaker. So you and your sister—you would have been the one to die. Except…you have that asterism on your head.” He leaned over and tapped Dipper’s forehead, watching the boy’s wide, staring eyes before leaning back down. “The Big Dipper was a god known as Tezcatlipoca. There were a few variants on Aztec myths—they changed a bit depending on where in the empire you were—but for the most part Tezcatlipoca was another important god, and Quetzalcoatl’s troublesome little brother.” He smiled. “So one day, tired of his brother’s antics, Quetzalcoatl just kind of threw Tezcatlipoca into the sky after turning him into a jaguar, and that’s it. That’s the Big Dipper.”
“Okay,” Dipper said after a moment, unsure if there was more to the story or not, or why he was even being told this. Nevermind that he kind of liked being alone with Bill—at least when he wasn’t trying to frighten him. “So the Big Dipper is Tezcatlipoca.”
“Ah, hold your horses, Pinetree, there’s more,” Bill said, grinning toothily. The starlight reflected off his large fangs, and Dipper, who had been about to sit up, relaxed again, both intrigued by the captain’s story and mildly concerned about why he was being given a mythology lesson. Was there something wrong with his navigating?
“But ya see, Pinetree,” Bill continued, “What humans THINK happened and what ACTUALLY happened are surprisingly DIFFERENT accounts. See, Quetzalcoatl and Xolotl? They weren’t imaginary deities. They were real. And they had different names, but that’s another story for another time. They were twins, sure, and Xolotl was the…bitchier…twin, and Quetzalcoatl was the fancy and good and pure and righteous one. They weren’t from your world. They were from somewhere else. The came here because…huh.” He frowned. “Eh, there are gaps in my memory, but what are you gonna do when you have as much knowledge in your brain as I do, right, Pinetree?” He nudged Dipper with his elbow with a laugh, and Dipper smiled along, because it wasn’t a malicious laugh.
“Anyway, one day Quetzalcoatl got really mad at old Xolotl and they had a bit of a fight. In the process, a chunk of Xolotl got ripped off. It just so happened to be the part he usually used as a separate entity from himself, a smaller form that could run around doing things while he floated up in the stars being lazy. Cause, y'know, ethereal all-powerful inter-dimensional beings aren’t bound by the laws of reality and boringness you humans are.”
That didn’t make any sense, but Dipper just nodded. He could understand gods being different from humans—well, obviously—but what on earth was an inter-dimensionsal?
Bill laid there whistling absentmindedly for a moment before continuing, blinking up at the stars. “Where was I, Pinetree? Oh, right. The humans called it Tezcatlipoca and thought it was an entirely different god! But hey, you take what you can get, I guess. When it got ripped off, he couldn’t do that anymore—make it separate from him. In fact, he was weakened. Went completely psycho….more or less. And that piece of him turned right into stars so he could never get it back. ‘Cause, you know, he wasn’t exactly physical….eh, you wouldn’t understand the nuances. Just know that from then on, he was plotting his revenge on his brother. Ah, familial love.”
“Xolotl was the evil twin…so was he eventually defeated? That’s usually how these myths go.” Dipper spoke up. “Mythology is how humans understand the world around them. Good trumps evil, to give them a better—”
“Except this isn’t a myth, kid,” Bill said seriously, and Dipper went silent. “It’s as real as I am. As you are. It’s fact. Write that down in your journal.”
Dipper bit his lip and said nothing. How would Bill even know that? It was a fairytale, nothing more.
Then again—he wasn’t human. Anyone with eyes and a brain stem could tell THAT—whatever Bill was truly, he clearly wasn’t a human being and he had an abundance of supernatural things he could do, so if that wasn’t proof of the unnatural, Dipper didn’t know what was. Hell, didn’t he come on this ship for adventure? Hadn’t part of the lure been when Bill told him of sirens and krakens and other amazing, fantastical creatures out at sea? Admittedly, most of the lure had been Bill himself—simultaneously beautiful, fearsome, dangerous, graceful, hilarious, and serious. Even glamoured, he’d been irresistible. And the rest of the lure after that had been the promise of the sea.
“How do you know all this?” Dipper asked. “Were you there?”
“What? Nah. It’s just something you hear about when you’re a supernatural being,” Bill replied. “Everyone knows this story the same way you all know your own religions. You humans have just twisted it.”
Dipper fell silent, then eventually nodded. “Makes sense. Go on.”
“Fairytales have happy endings. Reality doesn’t. Quetzalcoatl had the love of humanity, Xolotl didn’t, and now Quetzalcoatl had gone and not only weakened, but seriously insulted and damaged Xolotl, so, Xolotl swore revenge. And he did it by trying to wipe out all the people who worshipped Quetzalcoatl, because, why not? He was never one to let something go un-killed.” Bill cracked a scary smile. “But speaking of killed, Quetzalcoatl got reeeeaaaal mad.”
“I can imagine.” Dipper said. “Did Xolotl die?” This was actually quite interesting.
“Nope. Worse. Xolotl wound up killing his brother by accident. Well, he’d intended to intensely humiliate, dethrone and absolutely seriously maim him, but he didn’t want his brother to DIE. Quetzalcoatl had held back because he didn’t want to hurt his brother–”
“Because Xoltol was missing part of his power, he was weaker?”
“Exactly, kid! You’re quick. But yeah, Quetzalcoatl held back, but he severely underestimated Xolotl, and they fought, and Quetzalcoatl got his ass handed to him. Quetzalcoatl figured Xolotl hadn’t truly aimed to murder him, but that didn’t stop him from cursing his brother to suffer. Because they were twins, forming spontaneously side by side, they shared power, and one was lesser without the other. Quetzalcoatl promised that with him, over half of Xolotl’s power would die, and he would lose part of himself. Xolotl would never be powerful or whole again until he atoned for what he’d just done. And to do that, he would have to search for the rest of his power by following the Ursa Major—the only remnant of his power left, just forever out of reach. Except the catch, because Quetzalcoatl was as good with tricks and shady deals as his brother, was that until he DESERVED it, he would never be able to FIND it.” Bill snorted.
“Oh, wow.” Dipper said.
“And so Xolotl grew weaker and weaker. He couldn’t defeat the Spanish—though he really didn’t even try if I’m being entirely honest with you, he was too angry—and when people forgot about him, he lost his ability to appear in your world. But he’s still out there, make no mistake—pursuing the Ursa Major. That’s why it’s the constellation everyone uses to navigate, and it’s why someone like you, who happens the wear the darn thing on their head, is so coincidentally perfect as a navigator.” He grinned. “And, on the subject of the Big Dipper, most of the stories about it say Mizar and Alcor are twins. Which is ironic considering it’s Tezcatlipoca. Who is Xolotl. Who is the god of twins! Some say that Xolotl and Quetzalcoatl ARE Mizar and Alcor–or that a little bit of Quetzalcoatl’s soul went into the star Mizar when he died, and when Xolotl lost power, a little bit of him went into Alcor. Funny how everything fits so nicely together.”
Dipper managed a smile. He really wasn’t sure what the point of this had been, but it hasn’t been unpleasant. In fact…he had enjoyed this insight into the captain’s strange mind. “Do YOU think they are?”
Bill seemed surprised Dipper was asking him a question. “I don’t know, Pinetree. Maybe! Maybe those are their real names…” He laughed quietly to himself. “Which one is which, then?”
“Well, are Mizar and Alcor both male?”
“No, one is always a female, although it switches depending on who’s telling what story. Mizar is generally the female.”
“So then….I think Xolotl is Alcor, and Mizar is Quetzalcoatl. The names just seem to…fit.” Dipper said. “What do you think?”
“I think I like the way you think, kid.” Bill sat up and patted Dipper’s shoulder. “Come back tomorrow and I’ll tell you about the moon!” He stood and gripped ahold of the rigging of the mizzen as though he planned on simply hauling himself up into the air. Dipper sat up.
“Wait, you’re leaving?”
“Well, yeah, it’s almost midnight,” Bill replied, shrugging, and quite literally pirouetted from the mizzen’s rope to the deck railing. Dipper lurched forward, as always alarmed by Bill’s habit of standing on unsafe surfaces, but as always he was completely fine.
“What exactly are you?” He asked breathlessly. It was something that had been gnawing at him, but he had never been able to catch the man in a good enough mood to ask it. “You said you’re a demon but—”
“Ooh, curious, are we? I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.”
He winked at Dipper’s scandalized expression, then hopped off onto the deck and started walking down the stairs. “Get some sleep, kid. The answers can wait until another day; I promise I’m not going anywhere.”
And then he had disappeared into his cabin, leaving Dipper sitting alone under the stars.

Kissing in the Rain, Inverse Fanfiction, and an Experiment in Transmedia

When we first announced Shipwrecked’s upcoming project, Kissing in the Rain, I said that the project was, at its heart, a kind of inverse fanfiction.

The structure of the series pulls a lot from the fanfic concept of “missing moments”, and as a result each episode is intended to be a small slice of a bigger narrative we aren’t necessarily seeing on screen. One of my favorite things about the world of fanfiction was the feeling that I was coloring in a part of the story that had been left for me by the creators. We’re leaving you guys the larger areas to color in between each episode.

There was a practical reason for this too - at this point, every Shipwrecked project is funded out of pocket by us, the creators. We do it with the hope that if enough of you enjoy and engage with our content, this won’t always be the case. Because of this reality, we were limited in how many episodes we could produce while maintaining the overall quality of the production. We filmed 12 total episodes for Kissing in the Rain - seven episodes for Lily & James, five episodes for Audrey & Henry.

If I’ve done my job as a director, every episode will leave you wanting much, much more than it was in our power to give this time around. Hence the idea of inverse fanfiction - there is a larger infinity of missing moments for this series than most others. We announced the series with an open-invitation for fanmade content to fill out the story. Today, it occurred to me that we can do one better.

During filming, the actors asked me if I had any kind of headcanon for their existing relationships. I had some answers but not all of them. Together, we created our own headcanon that worked within our larger story arc. Which brings me to the point of this post - I think we can continue this collaboratively written headcanon over the course of the series, integrating fanfiction and fan-created content in a way that hasn’t quite been done before. 

My one superpower as showrunner is declaring what’s canon, and this is what I’ve decided to do with that power. For every episode of Lily & James of Kissing in the Rain, I’m going to write a short character drabble that fits within the canon of the series. The series can be appreciated without reading them, but I somewhat selfishly want more time to play with these characters and a reason to excercise my non-screenwriting writing muscle. These drabbles will be reblogged to the main Shipwrecked Tumblr and linked with each released episode on YouTube.

Here’s where you come in:

1. We’ll continue to read posts under our tracked Tumblr tags for this series, “kitr” and “shipsters ftw”.

2. If we reblog your post to the main Shipwrecked Tumblr, it becomes canonical. That means fanfiction, fanmixes, one-line headcanon, whatever else you can think of.

The goal is to use Tumblr to create one long, curated, community-written, canonical fanfiction companion piece to Kissing in the RainI have a theory that the audience for this series is just crazy, talented, and engaged enough to make this experiment in transmedia work - particularly for two characters named Lily and James. But whether this experiment sails or fails, the content we upload to YouTube will remain unaffected and can be enjoyed without following the companion fic.

So yeah. Thanks for reading this, and thanks to prettyfaroutman for making the first fan-created post under the “kitr” tag and indirectly inspiring this Tumblr transmedia experiment. If you have any thoughts/ideas on transmedia and your experiences in other webseries/fandoms - reblog this post and add them. Or feel free to message me directly with your thoughts, my ask box is open. I would honestly love to read them all.

And just a quick status update on the Kissing in the Rain trailer - we’re very near picture lock, it should be out towards the tail end of this week!

Much love,

Yulin Kuang
creator, Kissing in the Rain

youtube.com/Shipwrecked Comedy
youtube.com/yulinisworking

The signs as shady Zayn Malik tweets
  • Aries: “@NaughtyBoyMusic you fat joke stop pretending we’re friends no one knows you .”
  • Taurus: “@CalvinHarris ha you just made an absolute fool of yourself mate”
  • Gemini: “@CalvinHarris so i suggest you calm your knickers before them dentures fall out”
  • Cancer: “#REALME”
  • Leo: “Don’t know why I’m being attacked for defending myself , people got it twisted! I love my fans ?! Every single one of you x”
  • Virgo: RT. “Which is the better single? Retweet – ‘Worth It’ by Fifth Harmony. Favorite – ‘Black Magic’ by Little Mix. “
  • Libra: “Oh and I write my own shit too dickhead”
  • Scorpio: “I’m 22 years old… I love a girl named Perrie Edwards. And there’s a lot of jealous fucks in this world I’m sorry for what it looks like x”
  • Sagittarius: “I guess I never explained why I left , it was for this moment to be given the opportunity to show you who i really am! #realmusic #RCA !!”
  • Capricorn: “Someone learned how to upload a video… maybe now he should learn how to use logic ha you ain’t shit but a faker”
  • Aquarius: “Play your games ? it’s hilarious !!”
  • Pisces: “@Louis_Tomlinson remember when you had a life and stopped making bitchy comments about mine ?”

anonymous asked:

librarian/avid reader au TsukiYama please!

Libraries are quiet on Monday afternoons. Still, that’s how Tsukishima prefers it. No children coming in and getting the picture books sticky, no middle-aged women trying to make forced, casual conversation to cover up the fact that they’re checking out erotica, and no old people who are in denial of their need for glasses putting books back on the completely wrong shelf. Tsukishima was completely free to wander shelf to shelf, putting back the returned books dropped off this morning by people on their way to bigger, better things for the day, and fantasize all he wanted about his favorite visitor.

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4x06 Meta

I was shocked to find some posts stating that 4x06 was overhyped. I was one of the people who was extremely excited for 4x06. These are some of the reasons why I believe that all of the “hype” was deserved.

(Warning: This meta was written by a proud member of the “Felicity Smoak Defense Squad!” I’ve thought about this stuff a lot, okay. I tried to argue my points objectively and reasonably, but of course there’s some subjectivity mixed in.)

Felicity:

Aside from her being my all-time favorite character, and it being a very Felicity-centric episode, this episode was essential to her character development.

Yes, the way she treated Oliver was cold. But when you really think about it, it’s not all that surprising. Ever since she first mentioned her father back in 2x13, we’ve known that she has abandonment issues. This was furthered in 3x05 when we learned about Cooper. All her life, Felicity has been left behind by men. Whether intentional (her father) or not (Cooper), she kept losing the men she loved.

And since she’s known Oliver, every night that he goes into the field, she has to worry about him not coming back. Then she thought he died when he didn’t come home from his duel with Ra’s. Then she thought his soul “died” when he pretended to be Al Sah-him. So although Oliver hasn’t abandoned her, he hasn’t exactly followed through on his “You’re not gonna lose me” promise, because she has lost him. He has come back every time, but it still damaged her already problematic trust issues.

Season 3 put her through the ringer. He told Felicity he loved her multiple times before she finally said it back in 3x20. This is because she refused to give up what little control she had by not saying it back, even though we all knew how she felt. It was a defense mechanism (however frustrating some of us may have found it). She was afraid to give Oliver that last little piece of herself when he was still refusing to be with her.

So her treatment toward Oliver in 4x06 was a long time coming, in my opinion. Frankly, I’m shocked she hadn’t had this episode sooner. It just speaks to the strength of her character that despite all of the times she’s been left behind, she is still willing to open her heart to love. And it scared her when she had a moment to breathe and think about it with waiting to rescue Ray.

TL, DR: I don’t believe any part of Felicity’s actions in 4x06 were out of character.

Ray/Legends:

I know a lot of people are bothered by the launch of Legends through Arrow. And Ray isn’t exactly a fan favorite character, even now that he and Felicity are broken up and Olicity are together. I get why: Ray freaking stalked Felicity at the beginning of season 3, he was manipulative when he accused her in 3x17 (I believe?) of keeping Oliver’s secret from him when he “held nothing back from her” – which I won’t even get into the ridiculousness of that entire conversation, and his plotlines throughout season 3 consistently took away from the main character’s. So, yeah. I get it. Not my favorite character either. (Though I do like him, against my better judgment. *shrugs* I can acknowledge his flaws, at least!)

But aside from his crappy writing at the beginning of 3 in the showrunners’ eagerness to hopefully launch another spin-off, Ray and Felicity have history. And while she was never in love with him, Felicity needed to deal with this emotional trauma, too. She thought he died, and she didn’t properly grieve him. And now she finds out he’s alive – the second not-really-dead surprise she’s had in two weeks – and it turns out, he’s been trying to contact her for a while now. Ridiculous or not, of course she’s going to blame herself. And in the process, she resents leaving with Oliver. Because if she hadn’t, she would’ve been around to help Ray sooner.

She’s not blaming Oliver; she’s blaming herself for letting herself be happy. The city was slowly falling apart, and Ray was sending S.O.S. calls while she was off playing house. She believes her happiness was undeserved. (How perfect are her and Oliver for each other? Self-sacrificing dummies!)

TL, DR: Ray and Legends were not the backbone of the episode. I personally believe it was Felicity’s overdue abandonment issues (whether the writers intended it or not).

The Proposal:

If Oliver had gotten to propose in 4x01, I believe Felicity would’ve said no. I’ve had this headcanon for a while, and I’m so glad 4x06 basically confirmed it.

Felicity grew up without a father; without a successful marriage as a role model; without her mother in a happy, long-lasting, committed relationship. She must’ve been terrified of marriage.

Yes, her and Oliver are basically already married (and they have been for years, c’mon now). But actually getting married is a lot bigger of a deal than just living with the person you love. With a relationship, to end it you simply need to break up. (I say “simply” in a general way; I know how messy break-ups can be.) Marriage has a whole new beast: divorce. It’s expensive, more exhausting and painful, and permanent (most of the time). She’s seen first-hand how it goes. And again, all of her major relationships with men have been traumatizing.

Before 4x06, she hadn’t dealt with her commitment issues, nor had she (I believe) ever seriously considered marriage. Every comment people have made about her and Oliver getting married, she’s brushed aside: With their neighbors, it completely took her off guard, and she found it almost ridiculous; and with her mother (“Put a ring on that one”), she changed the subject ASAP. She was not emotionally ready for a “paper” marriage, despite practically being married already.

TL, DR: But now that they have cleared the air, Felicity’s gotten rid of her tension over marriage and dealt with both her abandonment issues and Ray,(SPOILER!) Felicity will be ready for his proposal come 4x09.

(And besides, Olicity needed to have at least one big fight that was about something normal before saying “I do.” Arguing over towels doesn’t count as “big.” Marriage is supposed to be lifelong, so they’re bound to have a few blow-out fights like this.)

Thoughts? Agree? Disagree? Put them here, or here if you wanna remain anonymous (I don’t bite!).