i might explain all that later

A story from the line at McDonald's
  • Me: okay so my sexuality's a complicated deal so let's just call me queer as hell
  • Friend: nono I wanna know can't you explain it
  • Me: well ok mainly I am asexual which means I don't want to do the do nor do I long for it, so it has nothing to do with lack of confidence or anything like that, I simply don't find anyone sexually attractive
  • Friend: right right
  • Me: but I'm also bi romantic. The sexual and romantic attraction are different, and I still fall in love and want to have physical contact with my partner, I just don't need the hanky panky
  • Friend: right cause you have a girlfriend that's pansexual right
  • Me: exactly and as long as we're both happy with not doing the rumba naked, that's a valid relationship
  • Friend: I get it, I get it... I didn't know the entire sexual and romantic orientations were different
  • Me: yeah I know it was an eyeopener for me when I found ou-
  • Lady behind us in line: excuse me so sorry but I couldn't help but overhear but I didn't know half of what you just said and I was just wondering what that thing your girlfriend was is, pansexual?
  • Me: *awkward glance at friend* oh uh I'm not an expert or anything and uh ok so basically it's similar to being bisexual, but there's less value in what gender the one you're attracted to is, at least as I understood it. So a bisexual would be attracted to a person despite their gender, a pansexual wouldn't really care at all in a way uh I'm sorry I'm bad at explaining
  • Lady behind us in line: that's alright I can look it up myself later you gave me a general idea! So where did you find out these things, you're pretty young?
  • Me: well, Internet. Once you're a bit confused about what you might be you usually go looking for explanations...
  • Lady behind us in line: so uh in theory... It's fine if you don't know, I just want to check with you... Is there a thing called aROMANTIC? like you're asexual, is there a equivalent to the romantic orientation you mentioned?
  • Me: oh yeah, absolutely! You can be both asexual and aromantic, or aromantic and heterosexual, literally all combinations are possible!
  • Lady behind us in line: *smiles LIKE REALLY GODDAMNED GENUINELY* thank you so much, I did not know that. *fishes up phone from pocket* now if you excuse me, I'm going to call my mother and tell her I'm not crazy for never having been married or stayed with one guy for long despite being 50+ but still has three children! *steps out of line and walks off while dialing*
  • Friend: wow that was... Amazing
  • Me: see how happy she got? That's the power of right information.
  • And that's why I've been smiling since this happened.
Landlord is jealous of my income, raises my rent $500. I screw him years later for $20k.

All names have been changed. Long story:

In the late ‘90s wife and I were just married, just getting started, and we decided to DINK (“double income, no kids”) it for a few years to save up for a down payment on a house.

The dotcom bubble was still rising and I was a newly minted software developer. I had an entry-level job for a while and then got recruited to a new city and a new job that paid 3x what I was making before. It was an offer too good to pass up. I ran the numbers and it was a no-brainer: by living frugally and saving my entire salary, living off just her income, we would easily have enough in a year to put 20% down payment on a new house.

We rented an apartment in the new city that was listed for $950/mo. The landlord was a real estate agent who owned a two-bedroom condo as an investment property. Let’s call him “Hank Wazowski”. Hank was a thin, gray, no-nonsense guy. He was pleasant enough, but perfunctory, dry, and had no sense of humor. He made a point of explaining that under no circumstances was he responsible for maintaining the garbage disposal and that it was NOT included in the rental agreement and he would not be responsible for fixing it were it to break. Um, ok.

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Needs Of Approval

Pairing: Kol x Reader (Ft. Klaus & Elijah)

Warnings: A lot of gifs used (; And this is a bit long, so get cozy and enjoy!

Word Count: 2731


Klaus was a good friend to your parents for years and years. When they died, you were just 12 years old. There was no one else to look after you, so Klaus took you in like the child he never had.

It has been 9 years that he’s been taking care of you and those 9 years hasn’t been easy. You were constantly moving from place to place, unable to call any place your home. Until finally, Klaus settled into a small town called ‘Mystic Falls’. Klaus did run into a few problems here and there with the Salvatore brothers, but he always kept you out of it. The last thing he wants is to see you hurt. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

Soon, he had a mansion built for you and his family to live in. You finally got to meet Rebekah and Elijah, who were nothing but kind to you, but you were wondering when you would ever meet Finn and Kol. Eventually, Rebekah ended up getting daggered again which did upset you because she was like a sister to you.

You never understood why Klaus had a thing for daggering his siblings. The last time you brought up that subject, he said that it’s complicated and to not ask again. And so you obeyed.

Right now, Klaus & Elijah are having dinner with the Salvatore brothers about this whole ‘Elena’ situation with Klaus’s hybrids. Of course, since Klaus wants to keep you out of his mess, he advised you to stay in your room and not get involved, no matter what kind of ruckus you hear.

You’re currently in your room, sitting comfortably under the covers on your bed reading a book. The walls weren’t so thick because you can hear mumbles of all of the men exchanging words. It made you feel better knowing that no one is fighting and no one is getting hurt.

Minutes go by and you could’ve sworn you heard Rebekah’s voice. You closed your book, setting it on the bed and slowly got out of bed, walking towards your door while you tried listening in more. And that’s when you also noticed some unfamiliar male voices and Klaus yelling in pain.

You know that Klaus doesn’t want you involved but you couldn’t help but rush to him in aid. You care for him so much that you’re even willing to let him feed on you a little if he really needed it. He took care of you and you saw it as your obligation to return the favor.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, his screams stop and you hear Elijah calmly say, “this is family business.”

Entering the dining room where everyone is, the first thing you see is Klaus leaning over the table, waiting for the pain to pass.

“Family business? What family business?! What’s going on?!” You shouted.

Everyone turns around to look at you. You noticed that Stefan and Damon were gone and you see two men. They looked familiar but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

“Y/N please. Just go back to your room.” Klaus begged.

“No seriously, what are you guys doing to Nik. And who the hell are you two?” You scoffed at the two men.

Before they could get a word in, Elijah spoke. “My dear Y/N. This is Kol and Finn.” Elijah pointed at each one individually as he named them.

Your jaw dropped. You couldn’t believe it. I mean, what an awkward first way to meet them.

“Who might this be?” Finn asked.

“Yeah who the bloody hell are you? Nik’s girl?” Kol added, putting his hands on his hips. You glared at Kol’s remark, you never thought of Klaus in a romantic way. You always saw him as your guardian, your protector.

Elijah walked over to you. “It’s quite a long story. I assure you, I’ll explain it all to you later.” He put one hand on your back and the other leading to the stairs. “Come.”

Elijah took his time to tell you everything that was going on while Klaus and the rest of the siblings handled their issues. Eventually you understood that this family is flat out dysfunctional, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You all even came to find out that their mother, Esther was alive as well. How odd.

Over this short amount of time, you didn’t exactly see Kol as a brother like you do, Elijah. You weirdly found him attractive, actually. You didn’t know if it was his looks or his wittiness, even though he is the wreck less Mikaelson sibling. Not knowing if he felt the same or not, you just kept it to yourself. 

Today is the Mikaelson Ball. Klaus was kind enough to lend you his credit card to buy yourself the proper attire for tonight. Rebekah even went with you to shop and even helped herself to her brother’s credit card as well.

Finally, after trying on over 10 dresses, you’ve found the perfect one. It was a backless sequin mermaid floor length dress. The best part is that it hugged your body perfectly.

And of course, since Klaus loves spoiling you, he also hired someone to style your hair and work on your makeup in your bedroom. You were just enjoying being pampered.

You were finished getting ready before any of the guests arrived, so you walked downstairs anyways to await their arrival. Walking downstairs, sliding your fingers on the railing, you saw the hired butlers getting champagne glasses filled. You even saw Kol helping himself to a glass. You tried your best to make sure you didn’t step on your dress as you were taking each step, by holding it up a few inches. With three steps left until you’ve reached the flat ground, there was Kol with his hand reaching out to you.  

At first, Kol only saw you as a mere roommate. But once he saw how stunning you looked in this very moment, it changed his entire perspective of you. He thought to himself how absolutely stunning you looked. His lips parted and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Now he felt like he just had to have you, even if he had to go through his brother Niklaus.

“I assumed you were in need of some assistance, Y/N.” Kol said to you.

You chuckled, grabbing onto his hand once you got closer. “Yeah I was struggling for a minute.” You let go of his hand once you reached the floor.

“So who might your escort be tonight?” Kol asked, then took a sip of his champagne, keeping his eyes on you, awaiting your answer.

“No one actually. Because no matter who it is, he’ll never be good enough for Klaus.”

“To hell with that bloody wanker.”

“Kol stop-” You shook your head, stifling a laugh.

“I’m only joking.” Kol put his hands up in defense. “See here, darling, I happen to not have a date as well. So do you mind?” He smiled at you.

“What?” You were shocked. Quickly, you snapped yourself out of it. “I mean, really?” Kol Mikaelson wants you as his date for the ball? This can’t be happening. You must be dreaming.

“You best hurry before I change my mind, Y/N.” He joked.

“Yes. Yes, I’ll be your…um…date?” You didn’t know to question it or word it as a statement because you just couldn’t believe it.

Kol grabbed your right hand, saying, “Marvelous.” Then he slowly planted a kiss on the back of your hand. Your cheeks blushed red as you heard footsteps approach down the hall.

It was Niklaus that was here to ruin the moment. Oh no. “What is this?” He asked, not looking too happy at all.

You just froze, surprisingly being able to get a word out. “Klaus, we-”

“Y/N is letting me escort her to the ball. Perhaps you don’t mind.” Kol smirked, confidently walking towards the original hybrid.

Klaus had his hands behind his back, clenching his jaw, then revealed his crooked smile. He didn’t want to cause a scene today. “Hm… I thought you would at least choose a man that is more suitable for you.” He looked at you, then put one arm out straight to point at Kol.

Kol just glared at his older brother.

“Well according to you, no man is suitable for me. And technically, you could’ve taken Kol’s place, you know. But you’re too infatuated with that bitch, Caroline.” You spat. You’ve never liked Caroline for Klaus. She was always so rude to him, yet he was head over heels for her. 

“Y/N, do not start with me.” Klaus growled. You know that your remark about Caroline would bother him and you didn’t care because he was being a hypocrite.

“Don’t judge me on my date and I won’t judge you on yours.” You crossed your arms in front of your chest, wearing a straight face.

Klaus fell silent. He narrowed his eyes at you, then gave Kol the death stare and stormed to another room in the house to let off some steam.

“Well then, this night is off to a fantastic start.” Kol joked, in an attempt to ease the tension.

“I mean, am I right or am I right?”

Kol nodded his head in agreement, then grabbed a glass of champagne for you to cheers with him.

Finally the guests started arriving. Every few minutes, more and more arrived. And almost all of them were wowed by how ginormous the mansion is and the choice of decor for the occasion. 

You stayed by Kol’s side while the both of you playfully voiced your opinions to each other about each guest that walked in. One of the things you do enjoy about Kol is that he doesn’t take everything seriously. He’s someone you can have fun with.

“Kol! Look Look!” You tapped him on the arm with your hand to look forward to get his attention because he got carried away on his smart phone. He was still getting the hang of using that device.

“Oooo who is it now?” He asked excitedly, putting his phone in his pocket.

“That’s that slut Elena and her Salvatore brothers. Klaus has told me all about her.” You said disgustingly.

“I bet they have threesomes. How fun.” Kol said, raising his brows up. 

You gagged, almost choking on your champagne.

“You alright there, darling?” Kol laughed, patting you on the back.

“Thank you. Thank you for that comment. I almost just died because of you.”


After sharing laughs and even more champagne, you decided to excuse yourself to the ladies room. “I’ll be back, Kol.”

“No matter.” Kol replied.

“Do you mind?” You asked, handing him your champagne glass to hold onto until you come back. He responded with a nod, then you went on your way.

Coming back from the loo, you didn’t see Kol in his original spot, you figured he’d be back, so you just hung around waiting for him to return. You observed all of the guests having a great time and even spotted Klaus with Caroline. He was just so mesmerized by her. Gross.

What you didn’t notice is that every now and then throughout the night, Klaus would look around to check up on you, making sure you’re not getting into any trouble with Kol. He despised that the one person you happened to allow to escort you is Kol. He knows the ins and outs of his little brother and doesn’t think his intentions for you are good.

“I see your escort is not by your side.” You hear from behind you, so you turn around to see that it’s Elijah, the oh so noble steed.

“Oh yeah. He’s probably grabbing a bite, if you know what I mean.” Blood from a human’s neck is exactly what you meant.

“Certainly. And might I add, I’ve noticed that the two of you have become quite friendly this evening.”

“I mean, if you say so Elijah.” You shrugged your shoulders at Elijah’s opinion. You wondered why it concerns him because Elijah is the least judgmental out of all of his brothers. Maybe he’s just making small talk? Who knows.

“Well, I-” Before Elijah could get a sentence out, Kol pops up and disrupts.

“Ah there you are, Y/N. Am I interrupting?” Kol said half-aloud with that accent of his that you just die for. Instead of finishing his sentence, Elijah just ended up excusing himself.

Not a moment too soon, you see Elijah making himself known at the top of stairs. “If anyone could gather, please.”

You and Kol were the first ones at the stairs. Elijah waited until the rest of his siblings followed. 

As you were minding your business watching everyone gather, out of nowhere Kol decides to snake his arm around your waist. It made your heart skip a beat and you surely hoped Kol didn’t hear it. You didn’t want him to know that he makes you nervous. 

As Klaus was excusing himself from being by Caroline’s side, he did see Kol getting too touchy for his own comfort. It did infuriate him, making him tempted to snap Kol’s neck right there on the spot. But, Klaus, and all the rest of his siblings, know how important this ball if to their mother, Esther. So, Klaus chose to let this one go.

You turned your head while your eyes were scanning around the room and the moment you saw Klaus, you quickly moved Kol’s arm away from your waist.

Once Klaus and Rebekah finally made their way to join the three of you at the top of the stairs, Elijah made his speech inviting all of the guests to join in on The Waltz. 

The guests followed to the ballroom, but you just stood in your spot, being left alone at the stairs. “Shit.” You said to yourself.


“You best mind your manners when it comes to Y/N. Do you comprehend?” Klaus growled at Kol as they were walking down the stairs.

“Don’t worry Nik, she’s safe with me.” Kol smiled and gave a wink.

Klaus wasn’t amused with his brother whatsoever, so he shot him a glare and stormed off to find Caroline.

Kol looked left and right after finally noticing that you’re nowhere near him. He looked behind him at the stairs and saw that you have a lost look on his face, so he rushed over to you.

“What’s the matter?” Kol asked, concerned that it was something serious.

“Um. This is embarrassing, but I don’t know how to Waltz or whatever. Nobody ever taught me.”

“Not to fret, darling. It’s easy. Just follow my lead.” Kol assured you, then picked up your hand, leaving a kiss on your knuckles. Of course, you blushed bright red at his gesture.

The night ended amazingly. When the night was coming to an end, you and all of The Mikaelsons stood around to thank every guest for coming. 

After all of the guests were finally gone, Klaus disappeared to his room to do god knows what. That’s when Kol decided to take advantage of the opportunity. You were about to leave to walk to your room, but Kol stopped you by lightly grabbing your wrist.

“Yes?” You were puzzled.

“I don’t mean to be a too much of a bother, but how about we pretend?” Kol flashed a grin.

“Pretend? Pretend what?” You chuckled at his suggestion. The word ‘pretend’ just brings you back to your childhood when you would use your wild imagination to ‘play pretend’.

“Seeing as we live under the same roof, allow me to walk you…to your bedroom.”

“This is really corny but okay.” As cheesy as you think this is, you can’t blame Kol because he was out of the loop for a hundred years. But, this gesture of his did make you feel some type of way.

Reaching your bedroom, the two of you were face to face under your door frame. “Have a lovely evening, Miss Y/L/N.” Instead of Kol kissing the back of your hand per usual, he left a gentle kiss on your forehead, then left elsewhere in the mansion.

This night ended up being better than you’ve ever anticipated. 

Hiccstrid in Race to the Edge


So, I’ve been seing SO MANY comments about how “Hiccstrid was such a mistake” or “Rtte writers really flunked the Hiccstrid” and “The writers ruined Hiccstrid in RTTE, they made a big mistake.” and even “The plot for RTTE Hiccstrid is so bad.” (and these are direct quotes)

People, I really don’t know what your talking about! I think Rtte did an amazing job with the Hiccstrid, and I know people say that it’s rushed, or forced, but I really don’t think it is. Just here me out, and you might change your mind.

So, in the first season of RTTE, it appears that the two are just “friends” (as said multiple times by both Hiccup and Astrid) which leads me to believe this: The two are just shy and unsure as to where their relationship stands. Neither have actually come out and said that they “like” each other in that special way, or have said “I love you” (they still haven’t, but honestly that’s what makes RTTE Hiccstrid all the better, and I’ll explain that later on) so both are unsure. Hiccup knows he likes Astrid, because as he said in Blindsided, he’s thought about it a lot. And Astrid obviously likes Hiccup, after all that blushing and studdering and worried looks and those talks with Heather, I mean, it’s pretty obvious. But neither one wants to push it on the other, just in case the other doesn’t like them in return. It’s just that over the years since Riders/Defenders of Berk, they’ve come to terms with the fact that they’re “friends”, since neither have stood up and said anything against that fact. They’re both just shy, nervous, and unsure of their feelings. Typical teen feelings.

But they’re around 18 now, and the feelings haven’t really depleted at all for either of them, and RTTE shows this perfectly. 

Season 1:

I mean, just look at Hiccup! These two are normally shown- through out the entire show- as either standing by each other, or near each other. And it’s also shown that Hiccup laid out the Edge so that Astrid’s hut was closest to his. It’s just these small, subtle little moments scattered through out Season 1 and 2 that make Hiccstrid look like it’s just starting, or has still hung on. Like maybe the two do have feelings for each other, but are still able to hide them. (From each other anyways. Us, the audience, and Heather obviously pick up ont his type of stuff right away. XD)

And then “Reign of the Fireworms” the two were teasing each other playfully, suggesting that they enjoy having fun with each other and playfully annoying the other. Very cute, in my opinion. And it’s not too STRONG either, but gradually becomes more noticeable.

And here in Season 2: 

Here, it’s obvious Hiccup’s concerned for Astrid, especially when he volluntears to stay behind and sleep in the arena with her and Stormfly, and the others all joinn in to, when later Fishlegs explains that Hiccup wanted to “support” Astrid. 

Hiccup rescues Astrid from drowning, and acts extremely panicked when he notices she’s gone and not responding. I mean, yes, Hiccup would probably done this with the other riders, but he seemed extra concerned since it was Astrid.

THIS. And this is when we really start getting the “Hiccstrid” feels. I mean, before this, in the other episodes, we would not have really noticed the Hiccstrid if we hadn’t been looking for it. Otherwise, we would’ve thought “Oh, they’re teasing each other. How cute. I think they might like each other?” that kind of thing. But this, where Astrid half hugs Hiccup and says “But I still have you” it’s quite obvious she’s very slightly hinting at something.  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Season 3: 

AND THIS. This is when we really get it! This is where all the other little moments have led to. I just love how gradual Hiccstrid processes throughout RTTE. It’s all gradual, but obvious, but not too obvious. And the Buffalord Soldier only helped with this. It wasn’t too much, and they didn’t kiss right away. It was just simple actions and words, but it was still so simple and clear. But not pushy either. And the words “I can’t imagine a world without you in it” coming from both of them to each other was just beautiful, and so perfect and fitting.

In “Stryke Out”, the only real Hiccstrid we get is when Hiccup and Astrid hug, but again, it’s just this simple little motion and the looks passed between them that is shining through. It clearly hints at Hiccstrid, but again, IT’S NOT FORCED. It just happens, and it flows very nicely. Fishleg’s also states that “Astrid would’ve killed you (Snotlout) if we hadn’t found Hiccup.” saying that Astrid was very worried and concerned for Hiccup’s well being.

This part just made me smile, because of how awkward and genuinely surprised they both are at this physical contact. Astrid’s face is priceless, and it clearly states that she wasn’t expecting their hands to touch. This little moment is just another example for how gradually Hiccstrid’s relationship is growing.

Here, in “Last Auction Heroes” is another small gesture between the two, a kind comforting gesture that Astrid offers Hiccup when they get captured and lose their dragons, Berk’s gold, and well… everything. It just shows that the two are very supportive to each other, and that they still don’t have to speak words to make this point clear. It’s another thing that the writers did amazingly, was just all the movements and hints that made Hiccstrid seem more real.


In Midnight Scrum, the two interact even more. Hiccup and Astrid have a private conversation int he Great Hall, and then later on, Astrid helps rescue Hiccup and helps him walk when he loses his medal leg. Again, support, but it’s not forced, or over load. It’s just right, just enough to get the point across that Astrid wants to be there for Hiccup and wants to help him. 

In “Dire Straights”, again we get to see Astrid worried about Hiccup, and Hiccup glad for her comfort. It’s just a few sweet gestures and words, but it is still a beautiful show that their relationship is gradually making it’s way up tot he point it’s at in HTTYD 2. 

In “Out of the Frying Pan” we see Astrid is about to give up to the heat, but Throk reminds her to stay awake for Hiccup, and she does, for HICCUP. 

*takes deep breath* So, “Blindsided” is the episode where the dams break, where they can’t contain their feelings anymore. Hiccup is very concerned about Astrid, and Astrid is starting to despair. Hiccup again offers his support. and since Astrid is blind, there is some more… well… touching and stuff. *winks* and it just brings stuff to mind for both of them, making them realize that they did like each other. I thought that, yeah, DreamWorks probably could’ve figured out a better way to actually get them together, other then making Astrid blind, but it still worked out very well, and I think that the Hiccstrid development is still very good in this, and not over-board, forced, or fakey. 

In “Shell Shocked Part 1″ We get to see them again, rather awkward bout everything still, and trying to hide it from the others. We also get to see Astrid’s concern for Hiccup, and it’s obvious she’s worried about him.

In “Shell Shocked Part 2″ we get to see that, again, Astrid is worried about Hiccup, and she doesn’t want him to get hurt and even suggests he go back and stay safe. Hiccup firmly states that they have to go on, keeping their feelings aside during battle, just like they’d done for years. By this time, Heather has pretty much figured out what’s going on, and the others are beginning to notice something going on between Hiccup and Astrid, although none of them (but Heather and Fishlegs) really notice anything is going on romantically. Viggo captures Astrid, forcing Hiccup to make a choise, Astrid killed or handing Viggo the Dragon Eye. Hiccup tosses the Dragon Eye into the volcano, freeing Astrid when Viggo jumped to catch it. After Viggo’s death, Astrid apologizes to Hiccup for not listening to him, but Hiccup just says that she had to let him know what she was thinking. The two therefore share a kiss, right in front of the other riders. Hiccstrid is now official.

The reason I wanted to explain all this, is because I really don’t believe Hiccstrid was rushed, forced, or poorly done at all. I think it worked it’s way up gradually to the point it’s at, and I think it was all done very wonderfully. It’s difficult to get this type of relationship just perfect, because it is a branch off of an original film, and to make it harder, it’s placed between two films, making getting the characters right all the harder. But I think DreamWorks did it VERY WELL. They worked it up gradually, with many little gestures, and moments in between the big noticeable moments, which makes it so much better.

Reblog if you agree with what I said above. 

anonymous asked:

Ugh can you stop whining already? The resposters you're demonizing are HELPING YOU by giving you EXPOSURE so you can be popular like all the other popular artists like there (edendaphne, taylordraws, qookyquice, sakura-rose12, ferisea, ceeljes, etcetara). Posts on instagram with their art helped them become popular and the "evil" reposters are only trying to help you to. Just let them repost soon you'll get 1000 followers. So stop being whiny and just let them help your unpopular ungrateful ass!

Hello, anon! Normally, I would ignore rude anons and immediately delete them, but I feel this type of ask is relevant to raising awareness of the problem we have with reposters, art thieves, and the like. So here we go!

It’s true, I may not be as popular as any of the tumblrs you have mentioned (btw, you misspelled a few :c), but that doesn’t mean I’m not entitled to the rights of, I emphasize, MY OWN WORK. Also, I’m not sure where I was whining anywhere, can you give a source? And what am I supposed to be grateful for exactly? ┐(‘~`;)┌

But yeah, even if I had only 3 followers and half a sandwich, a thing I made and posted is still something I explicitly own. It came from me. All I did was share it via tumblr. If I didn’t share it, guess what? I still made it. The only difference when I shared it was so people can see it too. But I still made it. The reposter didn’t, the art thief didn’t—it was me. Henceforth, it is mine to control how it’s shared and used. You are not entitled to up and use my work without permission, no matter how you justify it.

That goes for all the ‘unpopular’ artists out there too. You created a thing out of nothing. It is yours and no one else’s. If anyone tries to put you down to get you to allow them to repost your stuff or give them ‘free commissions’ for so-called “EXPOSURE”, politely decline them (or flip them off, it really depends on you 👀).

You have something they don’t—your skill. Don’t let them take that from you because they made you feel bad that they make 1000+ notes/likes per (re)post they “made” compared to your sketch getting 9 notes and a supporting comment from grandma. At least you have a skill to make a thing, a skill you can only get better at over time, as opposed to a reposter’s skill of Googling and right-click Save/pressing Print Screen. Because any old schmuck can do that. I can do that. My grandpa can do that. My 4-year old nephew can do that.

We all start from nothing, so have pride in what you can do by yourself! Don’t give up and work hard and I guarantee you, people will definitely notice your effort, be it sooner or later. c: (I was gonna cite Van Gogh as an example of ‘later’ but uhh he got popular after he died so that might be a bad example i’ll shut up about that now im sorry)

But I digress! Back to anon. Your claim is because I’m not a popular artist, I can get recognition via reposters, so I should be grateful. To be frank, I think that claim is all sorts of dumb. It doesn’t explain why reposters then STILL repost work by artists who are clearly more popular than their repost account/s. They certainly don’t need any exposure. The math just doesn’t add up, anon. :c

I do apologize if trying to put me down like this didn’t work out. I am confident in my own (albeit not-that-good-yet) ability and I truly believe that if I do work hard enough, I can make it out there. And even if I never do, at the very least I didn’t enable attitudes such as yours to permeate and be justified. I’ve made friends who appreciate what I do, and at the end of the day, it’s more than enough for me. Even if I don’t make it big, I know they’ll be right here supporting me anyway. My question is, who do you have, anon?

I hope sending out this ask helped you dislike yourself a little less. c: Sorry for the long post!

If anyone needs more information about the reposting/art theft problem and the protest, check out @miraculousblackout! They have all sorts of posts and links to help educate you! If anything else is still unclear, just send an ask. We are here to guide you. Just remember, be respectful! Have a good day! ヾ(☆'∀'☆)

Writing Dialogue: Teenagers

Dialogue is one of the trickiest parts for a lot of writers to get down, and teenagers especially. Surprisingly, this applies to teenagers almost as well as it applies to adults—and I think we’ve all read a YA novel written by someone totally out of touch with teenagers.

Personally, I don’t have trouble with dialogue, but after analyzing my own (acclaimed? Not by anyone important) dialogue versus the stilted speech I’ve read, I’ve come up with a list of tips for the YA writer.

Contractions. This is a tip that extends beyond teenagers, because most people contract almost anything they can. However, a lot of writers still refuse to do it, and I think it’s even more pronounced in high-intensity situations and teenagers.

A lack of contractions is generally reserved for formal situations, emphasis, or seething anger.

Don’t use slang. What?! I can hear you protesting. But teenagers are the inventors of most slang! Maybe, but I can’t actually remember a time as a teenager when I used slang and any adult other than someone particularly clueless didn’t not understand.

Commonly accepted “slang” like “okay,” “yeah,” “cool,” and others should be used liberally.

Note that this does not apply to jargon terms. I would classify words like “shipping” as jargon because it makes no sense outside of a fandom community. Not necessarily a “teenage” community. Use jargon like normal.

Awkwardness. Puberty is awkward. If your character says something awkward, this is fantastic!

But everyone feels awkward. If your character says something foolish, they will know. If they say something hammy, even for comedic effect, they will probably be uncertain while they do it. Not even the “popular” kids are all-confident.

Misunderstandings. This is another tip that should be used for all dialogue, but is especially useful for teenagers. And not all misunderstandings need go unspoken. Have your questions say something nonsensical and have their conversational partner go, “that didn’t make any sense.”

This get cut as “unnecessary” a lot, but I don’t think it should. It emphasizes character’s emotional states. And if a character misunderstood something, they might bring up it up later in the conversation and have it re-explained (this can also be good for exposition).

Bottled Chaos. This one is mostly for conversations with more than two people. Teenagers, especially on their free time, will not stick to one topic, even in the same sentence. The topic should jump around and cover a lot of things, and not everyone in the group will be focused on the same conversational gambits.

But this has to be contained somewhat in writing, or it gets too confusing. All the topics have to spring from somewhere that the reader knows, and die when the conversation gets serious or focuses in on what the conversation is there to advance, plot- or character-wise.

But at the end of the day, you just have to listen to people talk. Listen to teenagers talk. What are they talking about? What do they care about? They aren’t a foreign species, even if you think yourself strange and different (or too adult).

anonymous asked:

I love the CEO!Kara AU's. Like Kara stayed involved in sciences to feel closer to her parents on earth and now she has a tech company. Cause it's HC for me that Kara is extremely intelligent, even if you think about flying she needs to be able to calculate how much she needs to decelerate to not put massive holes in the ground when landing. But the ones I've found have made Kara OCC(like Lord's personality almost), but what if she was still just Sunny Danvers? That would be cooler to me.


Kara coming into work in the mornings and her assistant (she always used to go through assistants rather quickly because she works to find out what their passion is and then promotes them, but finally; this retired grandma decides she wants to go back to work so she becomes Kara’s assistant and they just really hit it off.) so she comes in and Sheila hands her her coffee and Kara asks about the grandkids. And Sheila totally knows that Kara is Supergirl - figured it out on the first day -  and she covers for her whenever she needs to leave suddenly and makes sure no one else gets suspicious.

All of her employees love her, but they have a healthy respect for her because they all know that she has a tendency to crush expensive office equipment when she gets upset, and if she can do that on ACCIDENT then they never want to see her tear into something on purpose.

So when Lena moves L-Corp to National City, she makes the rounds to all the major CEO’s and of course Kara is one of them and she expects Kara to be just like the rest - super judgy and snarky, but Kara is super nice and welcoming, and Lena just has like an instant crush because no one has ever just been nice to her before - but she’s still wary because surely Kara must have some ulterior motive. 

Then Kara shows up with lunch at Lena’s office a few days later and Lena is just like WTF? And Kara explains that she thought Lena might need a friend in this town because she’s read the papers and all the mean things they have to say about Lena. And then they just talk about tech stuff and Lena is kinda surprised that the most powerful CEO in National City has such a high level knowledge of proton deflectors and so when Kara invites her to game night, she accidentally agrees. Like, oops?

Not that she’s complaining.

Stop That

Word count: 2,612

Warning: smut will be in the next part, angst

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Request/summary: @omgdeangirl – “Hey you should make a smut where the reader thinks Dean is in love with Jo but he’s actually in love with the reader and they end up fighting before getting together.

A/N: sorry it took so long but this is going to be a two parter with the smut in the second part because I got a bit carried away with writing the plot whoops. Also let me know if you want tagged in the second part.  Enjoy!

Originally posted by sensitivehandsomeactionman

The room was almost as dark as the night sky outside. It smelt like someone had emptied barrels of beer all over the floor; there were a few beer puddles to be fair but nothing disastrous. You sat at the table beside Cas, him as stone cold sober as always (apart from that one time that we don’t talk about). Sam and Bobby were in the living room, sharing stories over a few beers. The overall mood of the house was contentment, even happiness that the hunt was over after weeks of treacherous work.

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Till the end of Time: No Matter What

Second Person - Words 2.8k

Warnings - Missed Miscarriage 

Harry exhaled deeply in his seat next you, drawing your attention so you could see the soft smile he had to offer as he gently slid his hand under yours, his fingers linking with your shaking ones. “No matter what happens, I love you and I’ll help you through it.”


A frown was on your lips as you held the price tag of the stroller you were looking at. It had only been a month that you had found out that you were pregnant and although you had been to a doctor and been reassured that everything was fine. You still couldn’t wrap your head around the idea that you were going to be a mother.

Every day you thought about how this wasn’t something you wanted yet and every day you felt horrible that you couldn’t be happy about the life growing inside you. The thing that broke your heart the most was seeing Harry feel the opposite.

Harry was thrilled that he was going to be a dad and every chance he got he put a hand over your belly and that was the worst thing of all. One morning you woke up with his fingers dancing delicately over the small bump that had just appeared while whispering against your skin that he couldn’t wait to meet the little girl or boy and you had to fight with every fibre in your body to not break down crying.

Harry didn’t notice the way you felt but Anne did. She noticed the look on your face when Harry had told his family that you were pregnant and later that night when she got you alone you cried into her arms.

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“Pizza!” I screamed.

“You’re right,” he said.


“Just hold on,” he said. “The teacher will explain.”


And she did explain. The pizza man was going to teach us, step-by-step, how to make a pizza and then the entire class would get to eat it.  

“But I’ll need some help,” he said.

“I’ll help!” I screamed. I needed him to know that I was the main guy. That whatever he needed to shorten the window of time between this very moment and the moment when we were all eating pizza; I was his man.

“Okay, great!”

I hopped up and ran over to the table where the pizza man had rolled out a couple balls of dough.

“First, we have to toss the dough to expand it into the shape of the pizza,” he said. “Watch me.”

And as I watched the dough fly through the air, it dawned on me that the more dough, the larger the pizza, and the larger the pizza, the more for us to eat.

“More dough!” I screamed.

“You need to be careful, okay? Because too much dough is hard to control.”

“Give it!”

Before he could respond, I reached into the Tupperware container and grabbed another large fistful of dough, nearly doubling the amount I had in front of me.

“Okay, do you remember how I…” he started to say, but it was too late. I was already throwing the dough in the air and spinning it into a large disc.

The larger it got, the higher I threw it. Bigger and bigger until it floated above me, blocking the main light in the classroom like an ominous cloud.

“I think that’s enough!” The pizza man looked worried and his concerned face was the last thing I saw before the gigantic glob of dough landed on my head and oozed over every part of my body.

I tried to scream, but the second I opened my mouth, it filled up with dough. I waved my arms wildly like a man on fire because even though I could hear a few muffled screams through the layer of dough that covered my ears, I needed people to know that I wasn’t kidding.

Suddenly, I felt the pizza man’s hands clawing at the dough, but it wasn’t fast enough. In a blind panic, I tried to run, but immediately tripped and landed in a tray of sauce. I barely managed to get to my feet, but as soon as I did, I tripped again and rolled across a table, coating my sauce-covered body in cheese, onions, bacon, and double pepperoni.

“Mrrrawwwww!” I bellowed, staggering towards my horrified classmates. The muffled screams around me felt louder somehow and as I tried to reach them, I tripped again and bellyflopped onto the portable oven the pizza man had warned us was piping hot.

As I rolled around, I could smell the delicious pizza cooking evenly all around me until finally, in a final burst of strength I got to my feet and burst through the door towards the playground.

A week later, after a pack of stray dogs had dragged me into the forest and after I had been told by doctors that I was lucky the dogs had been smart enough to only bite at the pizza and not my body, I was greeted at home by the president of the pizza chain.

“Wow! I screamed.

“Hey there!” he chuckled. “Why, you might be the bravest guy I’ve ever met.”

“Thank you!”

“How would you like to be my official Pizza Deputy?” he asked.

“Wow, really!?”

I nearly died right there from excitement. He explained that all I had to do was sign a few legal forms and I’d be his first and only Pizza Deputy. Of course I signed it right away and when he left, I told my dad all about it.

“Are you crazy?!” My dad jumped up and punched the wall. “What did you sign? God damn it! Oh for fuck’s sakes, I need to call the lawyer.”

And what I found out later was that the lawyer confirmed it: we had no case as long as I signed the forms. But still: I was the Pizza Deputy.


“The what?” asked the cashier, months later when I was healed enough to ride my bike to the pizza place. He looked tired.

“The Pizza Deputy.”

“I don’t know what that is.”

He walked back to the manager and I listened as he explained it.

Cashier: “He keeps saying Pizza Deputy.”

Manager: “Dude, I don’t know. We’re busy.”

Cashier: “So then what should I tell him?”

Manager: “Just give him a free refill.”

I couldn’t believe my ears: it was all true. I really was the Pizza Deputy!!

“Yeah that’s my old lady, curves, attitude and all”  {Requested}

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Juice Ortiz x ChubbyReader

Blasting music in your kitchen, you got cooking for Juice making him a simple recipe. You stopped mid-stir to dance your favorite part of the song moving your hips to beat feeling hands on your waist you stopped turning around seeing Juice there smiling at you.

“Why would you stop I was getting very into it” Juice whined “I’m cooking” You said simply going back to the stove turning the pot off and serving the meal on a porcelain plate for him. “Thanks love” He whispered before kissing your check, before moving to the table to eat “How was your day” You said he groaned softly “It was complete shit, Tig kept bugging the shit out of me” Juice spoke.

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Best Friend confesses SeriesHOSHI

This is part one of a new series of Seventeen imagines. Feel free to message me and say who you want to see confessing next.

Hoshi is never quiet.

Well, hardly ever. But today he sits silently in the corner of the practice room while you mess around trying to dance to the rhythm of the music playing in the background. His lack of chatter is more deafening that his usual talking. His arms are folded over the back of his seat, which he’s sitting on the wrong way round, and his chin is resting against them, his eyes a little unfocused, vaguely directed toward you.

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The Prologue Debate

Anonymous asked: “Should I write a prologue? I’m not sure if I should make this scene a flashback or a prologue and what I have in mind is quite melancholy compared to the rest of the story.”

Generally speaking, no. Don’t include a prologue just to have a prologue. Prologues are more helpful when you know what direction your story is headed in but the first few chapters might not suggest it. Slower openings might be better off with an exciting prologue.

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Private Fun

Reader x Jungkook

Warning: Explicit Language/ Smut

(Picture not mine)

It was a Saturday night I wasn’t up for going out but I was practically being dragged by my best friend Seoyeon. 

 "Yah Seoyeon I don’t want to go to this party meet up thing with your friend I don’t even know him.“ She rolled her eyes as we entered her room. 

 "Come on you never go out I understand you work but come on you need to have some fun you’ve been just living a dull life and that sounds awful you might even meet a guy you like and get a boyfriend.” I sat down on her bed.

 "Don’t even start I’m not up for that boyfriend stuff, plus I’m not even hot or attractive enough!“ Seoyeon walked to her closet and pulled out a red blouse with a black waist skirt and some knee socks and a pair of black shoes. 

 "I was going to make you wear a revealing dress but I know your the shy type and I don’t want you to feel embarrassed or complain so change into this and I’ll do your make up after your done changing." 

Seoyeon threw the clothes at me and after a while I was standing in front of the mirror with nice and light make-up Seoyeon had put on me I looked totally different.

 "I guess this works I mean I still look nice but I don’t think I should go to the party.” She rolled her eyes at me and took my hand and pulled me out of her house and into her car she started to drive and head on to the party.

 As we arrived there we were greeted by a tall handsome looking man.

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Chanting quietly away, this was sure to bite you back in the ass. But that was least of your worries now. They had been whispers among the witch community that another coven was quickly rising, they were perceived to be very dangerous and their target - The Mikealson family.

You felt like it was your duty to do everything in your power to stop any attack on Klaus or his siblings. Why?. Because Klaus had protected you for as long as you could remember. He wasn’t as vindictive, harsh or evil as others made him out to seem.

After the incantation was complete, you hoped the barrier you created around the Mikaelson’s, similar to a cloaking spell but much more powerful, would hold until you found a permanent solution.

Clearing up the ingredients and all the other dark objects you had been using, you ventured on back the the Mikealson Manor.

As soon as you closed the door, there Klaus was descending down the stairs. Trying to sneak past him, result in being unsuccessful.

“And where do you think you’re going?”. He asked using his dominating tone to show he was both serious and pissed.

Slowly spinning around, you gave him a reply. “To my room, in case you didn’t notice it’s night out which means people tend to go to sleep around 10pm”.

Klaus looked rather unimpressed with your attempt at a joke. “Well I’m glad you found time to be amusing. I thought you might of lost your sense of humor with all the sneaking around behind my back practicing dark magic”. He exclaimed.

Tensing your jaw, you should have known that Klaus would find out sooner rather then later. Though you wished it was later so you’d have more time to stop this new witch threat.

“Before you get mad, well madder, I’m protecting you and the rest of the Mikaelson family. And yes that requires me to dabble in dark magic, but it’s nothing I can’t handle”. Explaining to the hybrid who looked ready to punch a wall.

You pushed past him to climb the stairs all the way to your room, Klaus followed.

“I don’t give a damn what you’re doing or the reason why. Whatever it is, I want you to stop immediately Y/N. If there is a threat on this family you come to me, so I can take care of it. Instead what do you do? Risk your life by playing with things that are far too dangerous”.

Throwing your jacket onto the bed, it really frustrated you when Klaus demanded to let things be. “I won’t apologize for protecting the people I love. You’d be doing everything in your power to stay one step ahead of the enemy. So don’t give me this speech about how dangerous things can get”. Pointing a finger at him, you moved closer.

“I know very well what dangers lie here in New Orleans. I’m a big girl Klaus, so when I tell you I can handle it, then I can bloody well handle it”. Staring him deep in the eyes, he showed no signs of backing down.

His voice become low and it send shivers down your back, “I have no doubt you can handle yourself, love. However dark magic is where I draw the line. If there is indeed a new threat coming for me and my family, then please tell me all about it. Don’t test me Y/N, because if I find out that you have even cast one spell using dark magic, well let’s just say I won’t be too happy about it”.

Klaus turned to leave, but your stubborn nature made him halt. “I’m a witch and a damn good one too, and that means I know how to cast spells without you even knowing. You’re crazy if you think I’m going to sit back and wait for this witch coven to attack when I can stop it!”.

In frustration or annoyance he threw up his hands in the air, “For goodness sake I’m trying to protect you! And here you are being too bloody stubborn about it”.

“Well I guess that makes two of us then, because I’m doing the exact same thing for you”.

You left the room not in the mood to continue this argument. No matter what Klaus said, you weren’t going to sit by and do nothing.



Some warrior cats designs! I wanted to do a bunch of body headcanons too so i pick out which Thunderclan cats I thought would be a little chubby, tiny or, more muscular than what the books suggest. Again I dont know how to do the ‘read more’ so this might be long. Anywho enjoy!

Firestar - Firestar is a small, chubby (although he dpesnt look it here…) kittypet and everyone in Thunderclan is taller than him.

Sandstorm - she is tall and buff just like her father Redtail! She is also a classic tabby just because I love classic tabbies.

Cinderpelt - all the medicine cats are chubby, (sans Jayfeather, for reasons I shall explain later) but Cinderpelt was built to be a warrior so she is chubby AND buff! Plus she must have some killer leg muscles after having to learn to walk again. Also she is a black smoke cat.

Fercloud - my girl was chubby before she went into the nursery and was even chubbier when she finally left. She probably sat on Ashfur when he was being angsty. Also all her children are on the chubby side too.

Lionblaze - much like Cinderpelt he is chubby and buff, it’s his chubbiness that helped him look less like an oriental and more like an acutal full-blooded Thunderclan cat.

Cinderheart - she and cinderpelt may not look like each other pelt wise but they definitely do physique wise. I’ve based Cinderheart’s pelt after Brackenfur’s, and i can’t help but feel like he may have favoured her due to her resemblance to his sister. I wonder what Brightheart and Thronclaw thought of that…

Leafpool - she is chubby. My Feathertail design is also chubby. I plan on making Nightcloud chubby as well. Crowfeather has a type. Also even though Leafpool cauased, like, the majority of the problems from 'The Sight’ on, I still love her.

Brambleclaw/star - just like Cinderheart and Cinderpelt, Bramble only resembles Tigerstar pelt wise and physically resembles his mother, Goldenflower, the most. He was her chubby baby boy and Tawnypelt is her buff baby girl.

Sparkpelt - aka 'should’ve been called Sparkstorm’ ended up looking more like a very bright Squirrelflight then Firestar. I plan on redesigning both of them, especially after I get around to designing Squirrelflight. She takes after Brambleclaw/star and is chubby/buff.

Alderheart - my spirit cat honesty. I love his name, i like how he turned out but i feel like he should be…redder I dunno. He is a medicine cat therefore he is chubby as well!…Actually I can see him doing what Jayfeather does and being a little less chubby than most…hmm.

Tell Me I’m A Bad Man - Part 4

Originally posted by who-the-frick-is-bucky

Pairing: Demon!Dean x Reader

Words: 999

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Warnings: blood, people getting knifed, people dying, blood

Original Request: Could you do a fic alternate universe in which dean was a evil demon and he is the head of a evil demon cult? he is really intrigued with this women he meets and shes a hunter and hes trying to track her down? she starts having visions/dreams about him and he is trying to lure her to him and its starting to work. she meets Sam in this universe who is trying to keep her away from demon dean? somehow the reader has fallen into this universe and she is trying to get back to her dean? - Anonymous

Author’s Note: I finally brought this back! I hope you all like it! There will be one more part to this soon, maybe in a couple of weeks. I’ve had a lot of fun writing about Demon Dean and I’ll be sad when this is done. Title taken from House of Wolves by My Chemical Romance – Haley xx

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Your name: submit What is this?

“I know where you are at, Y/N,” the voice behind me whispered. I turned around and saw nothing. “Did you think you could hide from me?”

“Show yourself!” I spat out.

Wherever I was at, it was dark. My eyes couldn’t adjust to how dark it was. I heard a chuckle in my ear and whipped back around. “I’m going to get you.”

“Fuck you!”

The darkness instantly faded away and I realized where I was at and who was talking to me. Demon Dean stood a few feet away from me, his arms crossed over his chest. The place – Hell, just like every dream I’ve been having since I came into this weird world, fire and the screams of the damn filled the air.

Dean was on me in a flash. Hands gripping my shoulders and pushing me against a wall. “I’m going to find you. I’m going to drag you out into the desert. And I’m going to kill you,” he sneered.

I woke up with a start. The sun was peeking through the tiny window and I could that I was still in the back of the biker bar Sam and Cas brought me too. Sam gave me a cot to sleep on after him and Cas fixed up the van window that Dean shot through. With everything that had happened to me yesterday, I thought I wouldn’t be able to sleep, but as soon as my head hit that pillow, I was out like a light.

The dream I woke up from flooded me again. He knew I was here. Of course, he did, he’s a demon. I sat on the cot and ran my hands through my hair. I knew what I had to do.

I got up, stretched, and made my way to the front of the building. Bobby, Cas, and Sam were all sitting at the bar. When I joined them, Bobby pushed a plate of food to me, “you better eat kid, we need to head out soon.”

I dug in.

“I have a plan,” I said, after a few minutes. “I don’t know if it’ll work, but it’s something.”

I told explained the dream I had and the plan I came up with. They all stared at me when I finished up talking. “I… I don’t know, Y/N,” Sam said.

“It’s risky, I know,” I pointed out, “but what else do we have?”

“Y/N has a point, Sam,” Cas told him. “This might be what we need to end this.”

Sam sighed. “All right, but I still don’t like it.”

“I don’t either,” I said. “But like Cas said, this might be it.”

Ten minutes later, we were on the road. Cas was driving again with Bobby in the passenger seat and a map while Sam was in the back with me. Sam was quiet on the drive and I laid my hand on his. “Sam, I know it’s not what you wanted to hear back there, but this can’t keep happening. This apocalyptic bullshit needs to stop.”

“I know,” he mumbled. “But you’re back and we could keep you safe.”

“Dean’s been plaguing my dreams for weeks. He knows where I am at all times. He would find me and then hurt you all. It’s not worth it, Sam.”

The van skipped to a stop, causing me to land in Sam’s lap. “What the hell guys?” I called up front.

“Your plans might be happening earlier than you thought,” Bobby said, pointed out the window. I crawled out of Sam’s lap and over to see what he was pointed out.

“Well fuck,” I muttered. There in the middle of the road stood Dean, Crowley, and unfortunately, Lucifer with probably a hundred other demons behind them. “You three care to explain why Lucifer is out there in the open?”

“Remember how Cas told you about those dangerous people the you here and Dean got mixed up with?” Bobby asked me.


“They were Satanist,” Cas said.

“We got mixed up with Satanist!?” I exclaimed. “Why the hell would we do that?” They all shrugged. “Great, just fucking great. Now I have to factor in the literal devil into my plans.”

“Y/N, you don’t have to do this,” Sam pleaded.

I looked over at Sam; he was using his puppy dog eyes full force. “Sam, I have too.” I leaned over and kissed his cheek before opening the van door and hopping out.

“You wanted me,” I called to the demon troop. “You got me.”

Lucifer grabbed Dean by the shoulder and pushed him towards me. “I want her now. Go get that whore.”

Dean stumbled over his feet before straightening himself up. The closer he got, I could see that his black eyes were green again. “Baby,” he cooed when he was standing in front of me. “Don’t you want this to end?”

He was trying to trick me again, but I couldn’t give into those bright green eyes and that smirk. I did have to play along though. “Of course, Dean,” I said.

I kept one hand behind my back but extended my other to his. Dean grabbed it and when he did, I pulled out the demon knife I had stuffed in my back pocket. My grip on his hand tightened and I pulled him near, pushing the knife into his stomach.

“Fuck you,” he growled.

“No, fuck you for thinking you could kill me to bring Hell on Earth,” I spat. Blood poured out his mouth as he laughed. I twisted the knife into his skin, “what’s so funny?”

“That,” he nodded behind me.

I didn’t look, but I knew as soon as Dean said that, what would happen. Something sharp pressed into my back torn right into my skin. I gasped loudly and let go of the knife I had plunged into Dean.

I heard Sam scream from the van. I dropped to my knees. “You bastard…” I muttered out before dropping to the sandy ground.

Seek, and You Shall Find: Chapter 3

I’ve been a little slow with my writing lately, but here’s chapter 3! 

*Note: The italics in quotes are meant to show the men speaking Gaelic. I didn’t want to translate incorrectly, and I wanted you guys to know what they were saying.*

Chapter 1    Chapter 2

They arrived at a crofters cottage an hour later. A dozen horses were hobbled in front; the other men were already there.

Jamie felt Claire stiffen, muscles contracting in fear. He placed a hand on her shoulder, caressing with his thumb. Calming her like a skittish horse.

“Do ye remember what I said? That I wouldna let any harm come to ye?” A sharp nod. “I dinna make promises lightly, Claire. Yer safe with me.”

As she dismounted Donas, Jamie noticed her limbs shaking with effort. She was much weaker than he first thought. He wondered when she last ate.

“Let me tie up Donas, and then we’ll go inside.” Another sharp nod, and she turned her back toward him.

For the first time since they met, Jamie saw Claire as a woman. The setting sun shone through her thin shift, clearly outlining the slim shadow underneath. A lovely nipped in waist flared out to an even lovelier round…

But, he shouldn’t be thinking of her this way. She was injured, frightened, and he was her protector. He turned his head, guilty.

“Mistress? Could ye come here for a moment?” She did, grass crunching beneath her bare feet. Jamie shrugged out of his coat, and handed it to her. “Here. Put this on.”

Claire cleared her throat, still swollen and raspy. “W…why?”

“I promise ye that men willna hurt ye. But I canna promise that they willna look.”

She looked down, as if she had just noticed her undress. And perhaps she had. Being in her state, Jamie thought clothing was probably the least of her worries.

She slipped into the coat, and it practically consumed her. The sleeves too long for her arms, the hem came to her knees. But it covered her, and the woolen garment would keep her warm.

“Are ye ready, Mistress?”


Jamie led Claire into the cottage, keeping her behind him. He wasn’t worried; he knew the men wouldn’t hurt her. It was mainly for her, to give her peace of mind.

Jamie!” He recognized Rupert’s boisterous voice in the dim lighting. “We were worried the English got ye! Thank God! We dinna ken…” He paused, seeing Jamie’s shadow.

Every man glanced their way simultaneously, it seemed. It would have been comical in any other situation. As it were…

What have ye got there, lad?” His uncle, Dougal, came forth into the firelight. His eyes were pale and calculating, the lewd possibilities of Jamie’s meeting with this half-dressed woman flashed behind them.

“This is Claire. I found her.”

“Ye found her?”

“Aye. Randall had her. Tied up and beaten.”

“Randall! Christ, and what did he say when he saw you?” Jamie knew what Dougal was insinuating. That he was reckless, stupid. That Randall knew he was alive now, and would hunt him to the edge of the world. And all for what? A girl?

“Nothing. I ran him through.” A short ‘whoop’ came from the dark corner Rupert faded into.

“Ye killed Randall?” This was Murtagh, his usual monotone voice sparking with interest.

“Aye, I did.”

Murmurs waves across the room, all favorable. But, Dougal wasn’t having any of it. “Now we’ll have the whole British army after you! After us!”

“No one saw, Uncle.

“And how do ye ken this woman wasn’t…wasn’t planted there to tug at yer tender heart? Ye know nothing about her!”

“Are her bruises deception as well? Or has she-”

“We canna trust her! She’s could be a spy! Did ye ever think about that, ye idiot?!”

“I dinna-”

“Excuse me.” The raspy voice broke through, distracting with its staccato Gaelic. “I mean no harm. You can trust me.”  

The men were taken aback by this small English woman, speaking to them in their own language. No secrets, then.

“Claire.” Jamie leaned backward, speaking to her in an aside. “I didna ken ye spoke Gaelic.”

“I…I’ve lived in Scotland most of my l…life,” she explained. Turning to the men: “Please. I j…just want a safe place to stay.”

Dougal’s eyes narrowed, wariness apparent. He wouldn’t believe this strange woman so easily. Jamie knew that from the start. But, he didn’t put too much weight in what his uncle thought. “Fine. She’ll come with us, and we’ll puzzle it out later.” He leaned in, inches from Claire’s face. “But, I dinna trust ye. One wrong move, and my dagger might just slip…”

She raised her eyebrows, daring him. But, Jamie saw the slight tremble of her hands.


They all agreed to stay in the cottage until nightfall. Until then, the men seemed happy enough to munch on stale bannocks and warm whiskey.

Claire had wedged herself in between Jamie and Murtagh on the splintered floorboards. She took quick nibbles of her bannock, much like an overly large squirrel.

“D’ye want mine?” Jamie reached over to hand his own dry bread to her, but she pushed it away. “Come, Mistress. Ye need it more than I do.”

She looked down, her bannock mostly eaten. Sighing, she relented. “H…half. You need some t…too.”

“Fine. Half.” He broke it in two, making sure to give her the larger portion.The three of them listened quietly to the other men, regaling the tales of the redcoats they bested.


“Christ!” Angus, though small in stature, had fallen to the ground loudly, holding his leg. Most men started at the sound, and began crowding him in curiosity. 

Rupert stepped over to him. “What happened?”

“Damn English shite knocked me off my horse earlier. I didna think much about it then.”

“Did ye at least get him back?” Rupert asked, eyes twinkling.

A toothless grin spread across Angus’ face. “Aye.” He gasped again, his grip on his leg tightening.

Jamie glanced to his left, opening his mouth to speak to Claire. But, she wasn’t there.

She had crept over to the commotion in the middle of the cottage. Kneeling in front of Angus, she spoke soothingly. “Let m…me see.”

Angus, surprisingly, was speechless. He did not argue. Instead, he held out his injured leg to her.

She grasped it, feeling around. “It’s n…not broken. Your knee is out of p…place. If someone steadies him, I c…can fix it.” When there was no response, she looked around at the men. “Now.” Rupert, ever the friend, grabbed Angus by the torso, holding him.

“This w…will hurt.” A twist and a push, and with a pop, Angus’ leg was back in place.

Dougal caught Jamie’s eye, giving him a self-satisfied smirk.  I told you so, it said.

And he was right. There was more to this woman than Jamie first thought.

Cameron Dallas: Chasing Cameron

((You aren’t dating Cameron in this, you’ll just be conversing with him a lot. This is where you were invited back to magcon and you tell Cameron that you don’t want to be a part of the Cameron Show, that you came to have fun and enjoy the fans but if they don’t get their shit together you’d be leaving 

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You were a part of Original Magcon and when they broke up you started focusing on acting, when it came to getting magcon back together you were one of them that Cameron asked to join, you were hesitant at first just like a lot of people but after talking to Nash and Matt about it and asking them their stance, you decided to join back up. Though they said be careful and to stand your ground, and not to take the shit they’ll give you this go around, they had faith that you could help keep magcon the same way it used to be. You had hoped that it would but a lot of things went down and it was like Nash and Matt were there telling you to do something because nobody else was going to.

Cameron had gotten a text about Taylor arguing with an assistant, at first you weren’t going to go with but you had a gut feeling that something would happen. You followed behind Cameron, he knew you were basically the sister/mother of Magcon though he was older and they had Aaron’s mom with them, so he didn’t argue with you. You let him talk with Taylor, you knew what he was saying was true, money didn’t mean much in most of their cases but you also understood Taylor’s stance on it.

“Camera away, now!” You heard a male voice call, you turned to see the tour manager come around the corner, it all happened so fast, him yelling at Taylor, “Spoiled little bitch!” He yelled it was as if they knew what would happen next.

“What did you just call him?” You spoke walking towards the tour manager, he went to open his mouth. “Don;t even fucking answer. Call him a spoiled little bitch again, I dare you.” You spoke, as you stood in front of him. The hall got quiet as you spoke again. “The only who calls Taylor a bitch, is me, I know he was wrong and we handed it but as tour management…you not only made yourself look bad but us look bad in this hotel. People are in these rooms and you come storming down the hall because you’re some big guy and you think you can intimidate everyone? If you’re done then goodbye because last time I checked this wasn’t the only Cameron show that is going on around here is the one he’s filming but you are MAGCON tour manager and if you have a problem you bring it up to magcon as if this was a meeting. That means me, Cameron, Taylor, Aaron, those of us who put money in to make Magcon a thing again.” You spoke in a more calming voice, you shook your head heading off towards your room, the yelling started once again with him saying they were done and going about disrespectful teenagers.


“Magcon, talent meeting, my room." Cameron sent into the magcon group chat, you had been in your room for almost two hours before the text came in. You got up slipping on some shoes before grabbing your room key, heading down to Cameron’s room.

"You okay?” Aaron asked as you were about to knock on Cameron’s door, you shrugged looking back at him. “I just don’t want to leave Magcon with everyone hating me.”

“Why would we all hate you?” He asked leaning against the wall.

“Because Matt and Nash told me to stand my ground and, I’m not going to be the same pushover I was when I was younger, I’m currently the only girl in magcon and I refuse to let this go downhill because of disagreements and poor communication and if that means someone hates me at the end of the day then that’s what’s going to happen.”

Through the next few places you observed, you were pissed that a show was cancelled because Bart didn’t step up but you let Cameron handle it, you were pissed that they wanted to cancel the show because of the things going on in Paris, you were upset that they tried to refuse you a shower, but you continued to sit back and watch how things went until Barcelona.

“Where’s Taylor?" You had been asking while on stage, nobody could give you an answer, you knew the fans would be fine with just the boys around. Setting your Mic down you rushed off trying to find Taylor knowing he should’ve been back by now. When you found him he was on the ground with two paramedic looking people. Bart’s joke is what really set it off for you, Cameron could tell something was wrong and pulled you aside which you asked to have Bart step in on.

"I just don’t think your comment was appropriate Bart, Taylor had two paramedics taking care of him and you laugh and say his show is fire….he could have passed out or what if he couldn’t breathe? You didn’t even stop to ask, you laughed and walked away. As someone who is supposed to want what’s best for Magcon, I feel like it’s more like YOU want to see Cameron succeed which we all do but that’s your only focus and nobody else matters.” You explained, Bart let out a laugh.

“I care about all of you, I want to make sure you’re all safe and I knew he was okay that’s why I wasn’t freaked out.” He explained his arms crossed. You shook your head as you saw Aaron walking up with a confused look on his face.

“Great talk, glad you care and want us all to succeed.” You said sarcastically before walking off, though later getting a text from Aaron.

“Bart made the comment about you and Taylor being a thing, said we better start knocking on your guy’s door or we might catch you sucking him off…are you two a thing?”

“Nope. He’s like a brother to me but thank you for bringing this to my attention.”


You went home earlier than scheduled, you told Aaron and Taylor that they didn’t have to worry about waking you up, they had tried to convince you to stay until they flew out but you said you couldn’t continue to be around the camera crew, Cameron or even Bart. 

Though you were invited to the dinner you were reluctant to go but with Aarons constant persisting you decided it couldn’t be that bad, but boy were you wrong.

Bart had started it by trying to make a joke when you first sat down, “You had us all worried when you weren’t there in the morning.” He spoke, you nodded not speaking, you turned to look at some of the other talent. I stood up to give Willie a hug once he walked in.

“You look irritated? You okay.” You asked him, he shrugged it off for a second. “I’m tired, the flight was stressful especially having to catch a late one.” He explained to you.

“What do you mean a late flight? You weren’t on the plane with the rest of them?”

“No, I overslept so they left me behind…weren’t you there?” He asked you, you shook your head. “I got an early flight because of some things that were said, but you being left behind shouldn’t have been a thing. That’s disgusting to just act like you don’t exist because you overslept." 

The night went on until Willie and his dad started talking about a wake-up call, you being sat next to Bart, you could hear everything. "How many times have you missed you missed flights and been late?” Bart asked making you scoff, he looked over at you. N/Y, what’s the problem? Do you have something to add?“ He asked.

"Yes, you’re pathetic…you left him in another country, yeah…he should have been more responsible about getting up but the moment you realise that he wasn’t up is the moment you need to go get him, if he misses his flight after that, that’s on him but until then he’s your responsibility, but before you say anything, the comment you made last night about a girl who isn’t seventeen yet and a guy who is about to be twenty-one is disgusting and as a human I have never felt more disgusted by looking at someone. I see Taylor as a brother and for you to make a sexual comment about me to, two people that not only do I look up to but see as brothers…that hurts. Yet everything is fun and games with you Bart….since Cameron is the face of Magcon, you can tell him of he wants to sue me, to go ahead because I will not be keeping my end of the contract, I ’m leaving Magcon, I never want to be associated with it again and I never want anything to do with you.” You spoke getting the tables attention. “Though I put money into magcon, though I’m supposed to be an owner, I don’t make nay rules because if I did, you would have been fired while we were still in Europe.” You finished standing up, “I hope you guys have a wonderful second leg of the tour.”

(This was really dramatic, I want you to know that I don’t hate anyone that was in this, I just wanted to show that not everyone had good reactions to how some people reacted during the tour. I want to do a part two of this so just let me know what you guys think.)