i think he wanted me to post this so here caleb here

PLL 7x19 Farewell My Lovely - Thoughts

- Brilliant episode from start to finish.

- Got it right! Mona killed Charlotte. I loved the entire scene with Charlotte and Mona. It was really intense because I actually was not sure if Mona would back out, like Charlotte was provoking. I loved the whole reveal. I will admit though - during the 8 month hiatus between 7A and 7B, I saw some pretty damn intricate theories as to why Charlotte was killed. I think the motive they went for was pretty generic, and absolutely safe. We can’t find a single plot hole with this. “You never did get better, I want to protect the girls from you so I can prove my worthiness, I want to prove I am stronger than you” is so simple, it’s almost bland. But, it does work. And as I’ve always said with this show, I’m no longer looking to be shocked. I’m looking for logic. And there is logic, so I can’t and won’t complain. On balance, I did like this reveal.

- I understand red herrings, I really do. This is a mystery show, and every single one of them needs red herrings to survive. But seriously - this baffles me. What. are. the. odds. that. Melissa’s. suitcase. handle. broke. AND. that’s. the. size/shape. of. the. object. that. crushed. Charlotte’s. skull. The odds of that are 0.01%. There has to be more to Melissa’s story. I liked and I have accepted that Mona killed Charlotte, but Melissa’s story can’t be explained as a coincidence like that. I get red herrings, but this one is just so damn corny. 

- The “he’s coming for you” scene was pathetic. I despise the way that played out. I find it hard to believe that a nightmare was always the original plan. I feel so mislead. I really wanted there to be a “him” coming after Ali. I guess they lead us down that path in 610 because they had just revealed ChArlotte and they didn’t want us to think that the story is over. They wanted us to keep watching for the time jump, and to know that there is another villain. So I can see why they lead us down a false path. I get it. But I hate this feeling anyway. It was a good scene, but what it represented… not too happy. (Side note: laughing that they spelt Varjak wrong… c’mon writers, lift your game.)

- Another anticlimactic moment was that the mystery location on the board game was Aunt Carol’s house. Yawn. 

- I thought Caleb could’ve played it smarter when he sat down with Mona at the 2 Crows Diner. Rather than asking her “who are you going to meet?” he should’ve just said “I’m here. It’s me” and pretend that he is the one she is meeting. And then see where the conversation goes. He could’ve got answers out of her then and there.

- I really really really enjoyed the girls’ fresh new attitude this episode. “Leave it alone, or else our graves will get dug” is the approach they’ve needed for a while. I’m so glad we got a glimpse of that before the show ends.

- Literally zero romance in this episode, which suits my personal preferences. So I loved it in that regard.

- I thought this episode was filled with nice light humour. “To whom?”, Aria talking to Dunhill’s body and taking an answer in terms of the body ‘moving’, Ezra saying he can do anything with his Masters in literature, etc.

- Mary Drake, oh my god. Forget all my theories where I proposed this is Jessica, and Mary is really dead. That can’t happen now. This is truly Mary. I love her so much. Giving her the Lost Woods was a nice gesture. She said it was to pay for lawyers, but then she goes and saves Spencer anyways by confessing to Archer’s murder? I thought that was a bit inconsistent. Unless she thought of confessing after she gave Spencer the Lost Woods? Whatever the case is, I loved her gesture and when she told Spencer that she owes her a lifetime. We actually got to see her repay that and I love it. And I also loved how Spencer felt sympathy towards her and didn’t see it as “good, you owed me”.

- So Ali found out who killed her own mother just like that? They brushed over that really quickly. I guess Ali never showed any emotion to her mother’s killer because at the same time, whilst Ali may hate Mary, Mary did just take the bullet to save Ali (and the others). So maybe that’s why the writers waited for Ali to find out now in 719 rather than 714 when Spencer found out, because now Ali might not be as angry about it.

- AD knows the girls killed Archer. AD knows Mary is covering up. So why is AD ending the game when he/she knows that the incorrect person is being arrested? Is Mary AD? AD isn’t a very good death-avenger so to speak. AD has the videos of the girls burying Archer, why not release them? Why not free Mary? Why is AD accepting this nonsense of Mary taking the blame!?

- So the puzzle pieces ended up meaning nothing? Other than signalling game over, the actual contents of the pieces meant nothing. Anticlimactic at its finest.

- I enjoyed seeing Mona revert to her prior nerdy-self. I thought that was actually sad. I loved her line about warning Hanna not to get involved. She knew it was coming. And I can see why Janel said 719 is her favourite Mona episode to date. She got to play so many sides to Mona in just one episode.

- Tanner’s line about the girls not being criminals was a really good way for the show to end its constant negative relationship between the girls and the Rosewood police. I liked how Tanner didn’t admit to believing that Mary killed Archer. Either it’s because she still thinks the girls did it and that Mary is simply covering for the girls, or, she just doesn’t think Mary had it in her to be a murderer. Either explanation is interesting, and I like that element of never knowing.

- We are NOT getting answers in the finale. The writers spoke to us through Tanner when they made Tanner say that the DA likes simple answers, rather than theories for loose ends which no one can prove. That’s literally us, the PLL fandom. They’re telling us we aren’t getting answers to our loose ends.

- I loved the final scene. It reaaallllly hit me that the show is ending when the lights on the board game went off. And then the music rolled in and that’s when I got a bit teary eyed, especially when the camera panned across the board. I loved that sense of the girls having won and finally being able to move on with their lives.

- I think AD is off to go kill Mona, since she killed Charlotte. But I really liked that final scene with AD driving off into the sunset. It came across like “my work here is done, I know who killed Charlotte”. (How does AD know Mona did it? Microphones or some shit. Somehow AD heard Mona’s story time.)

- I pressed start on the episode, and within what felt like 10 minutes, it was finished. It went so damn quick. I think that means I enjoyed it so much, or that they tried to cram too much into one episode. Can confirm now that I’ve spent longer on this post, than watching the actual episode!

-  I did get Twincer vibes throughout this episode!!! When I do a re-watch I’ll come back and post them. I never take notes whilst I’m watching, it ruins the experience. But I do remember one thing. Mona was sitting in the diner waiting to meet someone, and then lo and behold Spencer rocks up at the diner. Spencer, out of all people? Was that Twincer, going to meet Mona? Why didn’t the writers make Emily show up? Why Spencer? It could’ve been Twincer. And Lucy’s comment “A is a lot closer than you think, you guys” has me thinking that the place-swapping between Twincer and Spencer is happening this frequently. If Haleb mention them being married, Spencer may react like “what, since when?” and Caleb will say “I already told you” — “no you didn’t? When?”

- Normally at the end of these posts I do a reaction to next week’s promo too, but I have a feeling I’ll have more than usual to say for the finale’s promo so I’ll do that in a separate post, this is already long enough!

- Overall, for a non finale episode it’s clearly a 10/10. You cannot compare an episode of this quality to episode 619 for example where the most action we got was Alison falling down the stairs. (I still laugh about that.) So, 7B is a massive step up. A couple things annoyed me this week, but taking them for what they are, and the overall pace and raw emotion, it was PLL at its best. Which is good to say for another week, because 7B has been killing it recently. 


hey babygirl || theo raeken

word count: 2830

warnings: season 6 spoilers and adorable theo

prompt: none

author’s note: posted before, but my old blog was deleted, so now it’s on here!

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Free To Be You and Me

Characters: Y/N Singer, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester (mentioned) Caleb Nichols (OC - mentioned), Bobby Singer (mentioned)    

Pairing: AU - Caleb x Reader, Dean x Reader

Warnings: Divorce, cheating (not Dean nor the reader), low self worth, douchebag ex, Dean being perfect (yep that’s a warning), smut (not super graphic but it’s there), oral (female receiving), vaginal sex. Unsafe sex - wrap it before you tap it y’all.    

Word Count: 2600ish

A/N: This is written for @jensen-jarpad’s big celebration challenge - I had the idea for it pretty quickly but it took me a while deciding who I wanted to write it for. I ended up going with Dean but it is AU and not SPN verse.

Thanks to the sweet amazing @percywinchester27 for betaing this for me (sorry bout the smut Ana - it just happened!)

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

Your divorce had finally gone through and you knew you were supposed to feel something. Grief, relief, something. Instead you couldn’t stop thinking how you had wasted 3 years of your life on a guy who had  constantly belittled you, and done everything in his power to close you off from your family and friends.

It had taken him cheating on you with his secretary, which was only the world’s biggest cliche, for you to finally have had enough. He hadn’t even been sad or angry as he had watched you pack your bags and walk out on him, to go live with your dad until you could get back on your feet. Instead, he chose to tell you he knew you would be back. No other man would love you and he was only with you out of pity anyway.

Nothing about your marriage had been healthy or loving. You didn’t regret for one second that you had left him, but still his words had stuck with you. As you sat there on your couch staring at the finalized divorce papers you couldn’t help but wonder if he was right. Were you unloveable? Surely there were girls that looked much better than you, but you had never put that much stock into looks. You had always been a tomboy anyway and your best friend in the entire world was a guy. Or rather he used to be. Caleb had never liked Dean, and the feeling was mutual. The only difference was that Dean had never asked you to chose between the two of them. Caleb had, and the idiot you had been, you had chosen the man who had spent every day of your life together telling you you weren’t good enough, above the man who had been there for you whenever you needed him. The man who had held you as you cried when you mother had passed away. The man who had celebrated every graduation with you. The man who in spite of how he felt about the guy you had married, had showed up at your wedding to support your decision. That had been the last time you had seen Dean.

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The Summer Fling (Chapter 4) - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Silly Lilly’s”

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader/OFC

Summary: Dylan shows up to go paddleboarding and then opens up more and becomes more comfortable with you.

Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five

Originally posted by dylnsobrien

It was 9:50, and Dylan had gotten to Silly Lilly’s, a boat, fishing gear and water equipment rental shop in Center Moriches, earlier than you. Jay, one of the owners of the shop, had been outside smoking his morning cigarette when Dylan pulled up in Julia’s car. He recognized Dylan from Deepwater Horizon and the new red band trailer of American Assassin that he had been shown by his partner earlier that week. He had struck up a conversation with Dylan and offered him a smoke, which Dylan happily accepted as he was nervous about whether or not this was a date and he needed to calm down.

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Christmas Break at Finn’s//Wyatt Oleff x Reader ~ Part Three

I don’t think you had ever had a better time in your entire life. The concert was in full swing and you were currently on Wyatt’s back belting out the lyrics to Immortals. Jaeden, Jack and Finn were all screaming the words too. You couldn’t see Wyatt’s face but you presumed he was singing. Despite the fact that one of the greatest bands ever was playing right in front of your eyes you couldn’t help but think about how brilliant of an idea this was. Not only did you get to see Fall Out Boy, you were currently sitting on Wyatt Oleff’s back.

As the next song began to play, Finn took his phone out and snapped a picture of you and Wyatt living it up. Not that either of you noticed it. You were too caught up.

One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories even though they weren’t so great
He tastes like you, only sweeter
One night, yeah, and one more time
(One night, one more time)
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories
(For the memories, for the memories
See, he tastes like you, only sweeter

Yes, Wyatt, you thought, Thanks for the memories.
You were currently FREAKING out. After the show was over the band got word that you guys were in the audience and sent someone to invite you backstage. They didn’t know you as you didn’t act but they knew the boys and that was good enough for you. 

A guy from security led you down twisting corridors, up staircases, and finally to the door which said Fall Out Boy. You stifled a squeal as he knocked and opened the door. 

“Come in!” A very familiar voice shouted from the inside

The door opened. Jaeden went in first, then Finn, then Jack, then you and then Wyatt. Standing in front of you was Patrick Stump, Pete Wentz, Andy Hurley and Joe Trohman. 

You greeted the band and had lots of photos taken. The guys didn’t mind that you were there of course. Agents had arrived with cameras and were taking pictures for social media, the latest Rocksound magazine, etcetera. It must have gotten around that you guys were going to be there. Probably thanks to Twitter.

“It’s really nice to meet you guys,” Patrick said, “I love Stranger Things, and IT. Scared the hell out of Pete though.”
Everyone laughed
“We’re big fans,” Finn replied, “Especially Y/N here. If it wasn’t for her we wouldn’t be standing here.”
“Well, thanks, Y/N. It’s really good to meet you.”
“Trust me the pleasure is all mine. I’ve been a fan for as long as I can remember.”
“Favourite album?” Andy asked
“Folie a deux all the way.”
“No way!” Pete said, shocked, “Everyone usually picks Save Rock and Roll or American Beauty/American Psycho. ”
“No, I prefer the older stuff. But I’m loving your new sound. Champion is genius and The Last of The Real Ones? Now that is what you call a good bop.” Sorry I had to put this :)

The whole of the band smiled and launched into the story of how the songs came to be.

When you woke up the very first thing you did was check social media. Your follower count had quite literally gone up by thousands since last night. Wyatt took pictures of you hugging each of the band members, and every time you saw them your heart skipped a beat. There were pictures of you and the others on Fall Out Boy’s Instagram account which you never imagined would happen in your dizziest daydreams.

You scrolled through the pictures and videos on your camera roll and found loads that the boys had taken before the concert. They must have taken your phone when you went to the bathroom. Trying to stifle your laughter you uploaded a couple to your Instagram and tagged the boys. 

“You up already, Y/N?” Wyatt had just sat up and was looking at you with a huge smile on his face
“Yeah. I honestly can’t stop thinking about last night.”
“Shall we go downstairs and talk? That way we won’t wake the others and we can have coffee.”
“Good idea Noodles.”
“For fuck’s sake, you too?”
“Come on. I need coffee.” You both laughed as you put on jumpers. You were about to put yours on but you saw Wyatt’s Canada hoodie on the floor and put it on as he was leaving his room. Little did you know this would cause Wyatt to become a stuttering mess.

You finished up in the bathroom and ran downstairs to the kitchen. Wyatt was pouring the freshly made coffee. The house smelled wonderful. He looked up at you and immediately turned red.

“I-is that my s-sweater?”
“Uhm,” You looked down at your fluffy Christmas socks, “It looked better than mine and…I’ll take it off if you like I mean-”
“No, Y/N it’s fine. It looked better on you anyway. Now, come and drink this coffee before it gets cold.
So that’s just what you did.
Jaden, Finn and Jack were currently peeking from behind a wall. Y/N was drinking coffee and sitting on the kitchen counter with Wyatt in front of her saying something about a new movie.

“They are so into each other!” Jaeden whisper-shouted, “Look at the two of them being all gooey. It makes me sick.”
“Yeah well he may be a brother to me but if he hurts her I’ll fucking end him.” Finn didn’t take his eyes off of Wyatt and Y/N the whole time
“And if I walk in on the two of them getting it on.” Jack made a motion that I won’t repeat, “Then I will throw up all over them while they’re fu-”
“Alright, Jack?!” Jaeden hissed while Finn just gave him a disgusted look, “I think we get the idea. Also, I think Y/N is wearing Wyatt’s  sweater.”
“What the fuck?” Finn said, “So are they official or not? What is this?”
“How about we ask them.”

Jack strolled out into the kitchen like the Queen of England. 

“What are you two bitches gossiping about,” He said with a smirk, “The location for your late night randevu? Let us know where you decide because I’d rather not walk into the bathroom at three in the morning and find you two fucking in the bathtub. I’d go blind.”
“SERIOUSLY?!” You and Wyatt both shouted at the same time
“So,” Jaeden cleared his throat and tried to hide his smile, “How long have you two been up?”
“About half an hour,” You said, “We were wondering if you guys wanted to go out for breakfast?”
“Sure,” Finn said, “Where to?”
“I don’t know,” You said, “You guys decide. I’m going to get ready.”

You were currently sat across Wyatt enjoying your caramel waffle and sipping your hazelnut coffee. Finn noticed how much of it you were drinking.

“Y/N, if you drink one more cup of coffee you’re going to be bouncing off the walls. As your best friend, it’s my duty to cut you off. So,” Finn took your coffee away and poured you a glass of fresh orange juice, “I’m cutting you off.”
“Seriously Finn?” You whined, “We didn’t get back to the house until two this morning!”
“I seem to recall,” Jaeden said, “Waking up to find you and Wyatt talking at three in the morning a few nights ago. And you didn’t drink a hundred cups of coffee then. Correct me if I’m wrong but you were grinning the whole day.”
“Oh go fuck yourself Jaeden,” Wyatt said, “You sound just like Jack.”
“Calm down and eat your waffle,” Finn said with an eye roll, “We’ve got somewhere to be at 11.”
“Where?” Jack asked
“There’s someone Y/N needs to meet. So finish up. We have half an hour.”
You had no idea what he was talking about. But you sure as hell were intrigued.

Part Four coming soon!

Parts 1 & 2: https://riverdaletrash–slytherin.tumblr.com/post/165945444677/christmas-break-at-finns-wyatt-oleff-x-readerhttps://riverdaletrash–slytherin.tumblr.com/post/166085668522/christmas-break-at-finns-wyatt-oleff-x-reader
The Lucky One Pt 1 (reader x Bucky)

Hello, my dear friends! This has been a long time coming and I’ve finally found the time to get it started, but we’ll see how often I can post from here. I hope you all like it! 


The Lucky One Pt 1 (reader x Bucky)

Characters: reader, reader’s mom, Bucky, (James), OC Kevin Jenkins, OC Caleb, more to come.

Summary: As a single mom with a jerk of an ex-husband, you’re doing your best to run the family business all on your own when your mother hires a mysterious man with a troubled past to help out. He just might be what you need in your life, but will his secrets bring you together or tear you apart? (Events occur shortly after Captain America: The Winter Soldier)

Warnings: angst, a little fluff, small mentions of sexual situations

Word Count: 2208

A/N: This is part one of my fic for Stark Tower’s Movie Challenge. I chose the movie “The Lucky One” and I’m really excited about it! I’ve read the book AND seen the movie but it’s been a while so I hope my own loose interpretation is fun and entertaining. Please let me know your thoughts, whether you’ve see the movie or not, I appreciate your feedback!! :)

*Special tag: @stories-from-stark-tower

Tags are at the bottom (I’ll consider adding tags, I’m still trying to figure a new system out)

Part One  Part Two>>> 


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“I can’t believe you hired a stranger off the street without even consulting me! I mean…he’s not even from around here. He’s a drifter from who-knows-where and he could be a…a serial killer or something!” you spoke emphatically, not quite a yell but nearly.

“What? You were gone, we need the help, he needs a job. What’s there to consult about?” she shrugged innocently.

“Mother. I know you’re not as…able as you used to be, but we were doing just fine! I’m perfectly capable of hauling the bales of hay and training the horses and dealing with owners and…”

“…and running yourself into the ground. Honey, you can’t do it all by yourself. Not forever. You’re stretched too thin. This James fella seems perfectly capable of doing the heavy lifting. I mean look at him throw those bales around with those muscles. And that jaw, yowzah…. If I were 30 years younger…” your mother swooned, craning her neck toward the window.

“Mom!” you laughed. She always was a pistol.

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flora’s first sterek fic rec

guys this was literally a long time coming and this was only the first 8 pages of my bookmarks on ao3 (which if u wanna see is here) from my first post ever. there will be more to come pal!

also @michelanqelx (i’m sorry for being, like, months late for this fic rec!)

i see the best of me inside your eyes by grandeur [1663] NR 

“I feel like this might be MTV show worthy,” Stiles says suddenly, and even at Derek’s exasperated look, adds, “This should be an episode of True Life. True Life: I’m Seventeen and Already Shopping for Curtains Because My Older Boyfriend Is a Moron.”

animal skins by gasmsinc [2278 words] G

The first time Stiles dresses Caleb up in a ridiculous outfit, Derek thinks it’s a joke. He comes home from work one day, and is greeted by the sight of their newborn pup in a zebra onesie complete with ears and a tail.

Seaside Framed in Glass by mrecookies [2435] T

“I’m going to name you Derek,” Stiles announces, still looking cross-eyed at the puppy in his hands. It’s looking back with a confused and sad expression, probably asking Stiles in some baby dog language why it’s being named after a brooding werewolf. “It’s because you’re always sulking, even though I got you a nice basket and biscuits and everything,” he says sternly. The puppy whines and hangs its head.

Derek is pretty cute.

Can’t Sleep by TylerM [3210] G

When Isaac is woken up from a night terror that he can’t get back to sleep from he seeks comfort from the two people he needs to know are okay.

The only problem is he is too scared to actually ask for it.

Sterek relationship. Everyone is pack. Pack mom Stiles to the rescue.

Your Mark on my Skin by afullrevolution [5551] T

Everyone had a mark scrawled somewhere across their body. A name, usually a signature to represent their soul mate, their one and only true love. Stiles has known who his mark belonged to since the third grade. He doesn’t understand how Derek can be so oblivious.

The Scientific Method by uraneia [5947] T

Stiles’s life was so much easier before his BFF got super powers. “But, so, werewolves have super strength, right? And super speed. And better vision, and better muscle control, and healing powers, and stuff. And some of that’s probably, like, genetic, if you can be born a werewolf. Right?”

“Yeah,” Scott says. From the perplexed look on his face, he doesn’t yet know where Stiles is going with this. “So?”

“So what if you have condom-defeating supersperm?”

Stiles has a lot of research to do. He decides Derek’s kitchen is the place to do it. Derek probably regrets giving him a key.

Extenuating Circumstances by flaming_muse [18411] T

Five times Stiles doesn’t believe it when Derek shows him affection (because he’s spent too much time reading stupid things on the internet), and one time he finally listens.

(Or, the one where I laugh my way through fandom tropes.)

set after season 2, no spoilers for season 3

*flora’s note: this was apparently bookmared with “absolute fave” so i’m definitely gonna go read it right now! maybe, you guys want to too!*

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Parenthood. Harry styles imagine

I think I post it before but I can’t find it in my Tumblr, so I post it again.
I lazily turn around to answer my phone that was non stop buzzing. Harry’s still deep sleep with small snores leaves his mouth.

“Hello” I answered. No one talked but I can hear voices from another line. “Hello, anybody’s there?” I ask again. Now Harry slowly opens his eyes look at me , I shake my head and he close his eyes again. I wanted to hang up but then a voice stops me “Mrs styles?” A boy not too old asked me “it’s her” he coughs “I’m mason, Aiden’s friend” “yeah sweetie I know you, is everything alright?” Aiden is our oldest boy. He’s turning 15 this year still act much older than his age. We always trust his words. Tonight he stayed at a friend house, mason’s house so I get worried by mason’s call.

Harry opened his eyes once more this time alarmed. We both now sitting on bed .“there’s something you need to know Mrs styles” now I’m so worried.
Aiden isn’t so outgoing. I don’t know is it because our jobs and spotlight or nah but he’s so shy so it’s rare if he fall in Trouble with others. I look at the clock for first time. It’s 2 am and that makes me even more worried. Harry puts his hand on my shoulder “what’s wrong love?” I shrugged my shoulders in answer to Harry’s question and wait for mason’s answer.

“Aiden isn’t here” he finally said “what you mean?he supposed to sleep over your house” I stand up this time and listen to mason telling me how Aiden like a girl at school and that girl put him and her boyfriend ,that isn’t a stable boy ,in a fight. My heart stops at information. He text me his address and me and Harry were in car with an eye blink.

Harry’s so angry with him and I’m so worried. I don’t know how he thinks with himself with doing this. Apparently they’re in an old warehouse 10 min away from our house. I breathe out with Harry sharply turned in another street “stupid boy” he mumble and pushed gas peddle harder. I don’t know how we gonna find Aiden.
Finally we reached there and Harry hop out of car told me to wait. I sit in car and prey to god my for my little boy safety. Aiden isn’t my biological son but somehow I love him more than my two other children. He’s Harry’s son and his mother is no where around, she left the little boy with his father when he was only two. Finally Harry walked out with Aiden hot on his foot. I hop out embarrassing my boy. I cup his face in my hands checking for any injuries “we got here soon” Harry said still so angry. He sits in car without looking at Aiden.

The whole way home Aiden’s head was low . I know he’s sorry but that won’t ease anything, he doesn’t know what danger he’s been through “are you stupid?” Harry yelled as soon as we walked in house. “Are you out of your mind?” Aiden look at floor with no word left his mouth “Harry , you will wake others” I put my hand on his shoulder. He breathed in to calm down but I know it won’t work “I’ll deal with you tomorrow” he left leaving room still mumbling angry words.

I look at Aiden “ go back to sleep” in told him but he’s still staring at floor. I put my hand on his shoulder and he throws himself in my arms ,tears falling off his eyes. I hold him tight in my arms “it’s ok babe” I kiss his head “I’m sorry mom, I thought it’s a simple fight and gonna be over with two punch” i nod unable to talk. He got us so worried. “I didn’t want to disappoint you, I just wanted to approve myself mom” “we gonna talk tomorrow, go and rest babe” he nods clearing his eyes.

I woke up to make breakfast ready. Aiden was already awake and ready for school in kitchen “morning mom” he mumble “morning darling” Harry steps in kitchen look at Aiden with anger.
Last night when i got back in room we talked about how handle the situation but Harry insisted to punish him the way he remember I wasn’t agree much so we decide to talk with him before deciding.

“Da…” Harry cuts Aiden’s world “go to your room and wait there” he stands up immediately and runs to His room, I sigh “Harry you promised to control your temper” he shakes his head “it’s not easy though” I hold his waist and kiss his lips softly “I know,but you’ll try?” He sighs and nod his head. After I send Darcy and Caleb to school we decided it’s enough for him waiting so we walk to Aiden’s room.

Aiden was sitting on his bed when we entered. I hold Harry’s hand in mine “I hope you know what you’ve been putting yourself in” Harry said straight. Aiden nods “words” Harry snapped “yes dad I know” Harry shakes his head “what did you think with yourself?” Harry shout , I wonder which part of control your temper was hard? He’s so soft but when it comes to kids being in danger or anything,he’ll lose it .

“Aiden, did you know if police was there you would be arrested?” I ask him softly and sit beside him “let alone the police, what if you were injured? Huh baby?” I asked him
“Don’t baby him, he’s man enough for street fights now” Harry snapped and I sigh.

Aiden close his eyes “I tried to prove it” he mumble and Harry laughs “that you can fight? I can fight too, should I go everywhere and hit whoever is in front of me? ” Aiden shakes his head “you don’t understand” he stands up and tears fall down his face again but he tried to hide it “I wanted to show them I can do it myself, I wanted them to know I’m not a baby who ask his famous parents whatever he wants . I wanted them to see I have a personality and they can see me as me” he said without breath. I didn’t know he was through this and never talked to us.

Harry hold his shoulders “you don’t have to do this to show them , because if they want to see they’ll see what a strong person you’re, what a beautiful personality you have. If they can’t see,it’s their loose not you , not everyone can see best things , they should have good taste” Aiden nods , Harry’s words was truly beautiful.

“You know Aiden next time you should talk with us , I don’t want to put yourself in trouble because you don’t feel right, that’s why we’re here, ok?” I told him and he nods “thanks mom and dad. I’m so sorry” Harry hugged him “I know son, I know ” he patted Aiden’s back “ but it doesn’t mean you’re not grounded for two next week” he added.
“Can’t it be one week?” Aiden asked and Harry shakes his head “no, it’s two weeks grounded with no phone” Aiden sighs but didn’t protest.
“Cmon babe , you should eat your breakfast before you’re late for school” I told him as we head downstairs.

I know my family is complicated but as long as we stay together we gonna survive.

Thanks for requesting this and thanks for reading it. I hope you enjoyed.

Sad Post-SWR One-Shot: Over the Syndulla’s Grave

“There, Kanan.“ But he didn’t even need the guidance. He could feel her near, even if her light had been long extinguished.

The former Jedi stood, feeling the presence of the mound in front of him. He knew where to stop, so not to step over.

Ezra was the one who cried his tears.

“We didn’t… come home in time…“

“Ezra, there’s nothing we could do. She was in flight doing what she did best.”

“I wish we were…“ But the chokes of sobs stifled his sentence.

“I know. Me too. But it was her sacrifice and we honor it.“

“Did you… feel it? Did you feel her?“

“I did.“ But he knew he hadn’t answered his Padawan’s question. He was too far in the galaxy to feel Hera fall from the sky. What he did feel of Hera, was eons before Jakku, when he sensed Hera and something about her had emerged.

Kanan bent over and felt the inscription. He took his time, tracing. the carvings. He hadn’t quite mastered reading through touch, but he could bide his time and find the message on her tomb.

Then there were footsteps heading this way. One large, and one small.

“Kanan. It’s…“

A familiar austere paternal voice cut in, “Kanan Jarrus, my daughter’s Jedi.”

“Cham Syndulla.“ He would rise to greet the man, but his hand couldn’t leave the Rylothian inscription. He had decipher a word already: An Admiral…

“So you know of Hera’s sacrifice on Jakku…“ 

There was the sound of shifting. Cham was hauling a great weight. Something, someone was in Cham’s arms. He could hear the half-non-sequitor, half-broken Rylothian of a child, a young Syndulla relative, squirming in his arms. What a blessing, that Cham Syndulla now had survived to have time with family, he was popular with his relatives, according to Hera and current news outlet. He heard that Ryloth was now experienced boom, a “mass miracle” in Rylothian words, in birth rates.

The grief was stirring in the bereaved father as his knees landed on the Ryloth dirt, the child humming in his arms. “The Rebellion delivered her home to Ryloth… Every week, we pay respects to her. I can still hear her…”

“I still hear her voice too.“ He now successfully deciphered another word on the tablet: A Warrior. 

He felt the child’s hand endeavor to brush her fingertips at his hand loitering on the inscription.

“She’s still there, Jedi. She’s beside her mother. They’re at peace.“

With the Force. Now that the two breathing Syndullas were here, in proximity to Hera’s remains, the Force illuminated brighter. He could feel the bubble of Hera’s joy, that same joy when she behold him on the Ghost after his interrogation-

Right when he traced A Rebel, something brushed the cheek of his beard before it was swiped back by Cham’s hand.

Now the child was crying, and then her whines started to jump in staccatos, for Cham was trying to soothe her by bouncing.

“Kanan…“ Ezra sounded like he had witnessed something urgent.

“Hush, Jedi boy. Let me deliver it.” Cham ordered. And Kanan could feel Cham’s death glare, even if it wasn’t for him, for he knew what Hera’s glares were. 

He ran his hand over the last word on the inscription:

Mother. Hera Syndulla.

Kanan’s heart had shattered and joined Hera in the ground.

“Cham. I believe there’s something you mean to inform me of.“

He could hear the grinding of both Cham and Ezra’s teeth below the shrieks of the child. The child seemed to have a magnetic quality about her, despite his resistance to it.

“So you’ve figured Jedi? You’ve figured whose bloodline I hold in my arms.”

“What did she call this child?“ He was rolling on with the conversation, as one does in a mission where running forward was the way to go.

“This one is Caleb. Hera wondered from her birthing bed if it was appropriate, though she choose to commit to this name…“

“It’s perfect.“

“Caleb is… yours and Hera’s firstborn.“

“Wait.“ For a strange second, Hera had been resurrected and existed outside of the Ryloth dirt.

“If you were patient and allowed me to deliver the revelation, I would’ve invited you home to give you everything all at once. At our home, another one of yours and Hera’s has a fever.“

“Kanan.“ Ezra gave Caleb a final bounce before he deposited her in Kanan’s arms.

“I know.” He stroked Caleb’s lekku. “I promised we’ll explore the galaxy to gather knowledge. But it seems that fate has changed the plans. I do not like to leave you alone but-“

“No. It’s wonderful, what you have now. I wanted to wish you well. You don’t know how much I actually want you to stay here and have this. It’s cool you’re staying on Ryloth. You got a new family there, a whole Syndulla family that likes to have you around. I think you found yourself a chest of knowledge here.“

“For now, I’m staying close to Hera, and for the little ones.“

“So Cham haven’t told me this one’s name.“ He was referring to the half-awake child in the bed, gripping Kanan’s free thumb. 

“This one is Dawn.“

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The Summer (1/33)

The Summer (1/33) | Dan Howell has spent the last three summers at Camp Bergamot, but it’s never been quite like this before. This year, he faces a summer full of new friends, a new relationship, and an entirely new view on his own sexuality. Perhaps Camp Bergamot should be renamed camp self discovery for all the changes Dan has gone through, but one thing’s for sure - despite all the hiccups and the drama, he just might have found the love of his life. | Phan | Mature | Smut, Misunderstandings, Insecurity, Panic Attacks, Bullying, Minor Violence, Physical Fight. Warnings at the beginning of each chapter | 300,000+ Words

Disclaimer: In no way do I claim that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan or Phil.

This Part: 8,456 Words

For reference, @phansdick is Dan, @insanityplaysfics is Phil.

(AO3) (Masterlist)

Warnings: Bullying, homophobia, sexuality denial

A/N: Hey guys! @insanityplaysfics and I have been working on this beauty for about two months now and it’s turned into a giant mess of 300k words! How the actual heck were we even able to write this much in such a short amount of time? I don’t know but I sure do love this, and I love Eliza so much. Anyways, our posting dates are on every Wednesdays and Saturdays! The chapters all start around 8k words but gradually go up in word count as the story unfolds. Title creds: The Summer by Citizen. Hope you enjoy the story because we sure did!

Chapter One

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New Hobby; Caleb

Requests: OPEN
Requested: Yes.
Request: Can u write something angsty like a fight between the reader and him // hey! I was wondering if you could maybe do an imagine about this girl, like she and Shawn were in a relationship since so long but now she’s starting being a party girl and she’s always drunk and she cheated on him, once. Shawn like comes to a party, see her and how she’s drunk and they fight. Something like that. Could you do that? Btw i love your imagines so much girl, you’re doing a great job honestly🌹

A/N: Thank you for you amazing message, second anon. I hope you both like your imagine, but I’m shit at writing angst so I apologise in advance xxx

You never meant for it to get this out of hand, you always told yourself you would stop and it would be a one-time thing, but you lost control.

With Shawn always travelling on the other-side of the world and you not being able to travel with him due to your own commitments, it definitely put a strain on your relationship, more than you anticipated. Drinking was just so much fun and you only did it when you were sad, which these days is all of the time. The bassline was stronger than any emotion you were possibly feeling at the time and it felt much easier to slowly fade away in some shitty nightclub that have to worry about your relationship.

Shawn saw every article, every snapchat, every twitter post, comment, picture about your recent activities. He couldn’t help but this that it was partly his fault as well, he couldn’t get it out his mind. It ate away at him that this is what you, his once pure, full of life girlfriend had resorted to instead of dealing with your problems head on.

On the side of your newfound love for partying, you also had another hobby. His name was Caleb.

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PLL 7x20 Review

Hello! These some thoughts I had while watching the finale, note this isn’t an all positive review because I really didn’t like the finale that much. But I see some people who did so I’m really glad there are people who are satisfied. So for the last time here are my thoughts for the last episode ever of Pretty Little Liars.

1. I feel like we should start off with the reveal then end with the happier stuff. So Alex Drake is AD. Funny thing about that is you could’ve watched every episode and minute of PLL up till 7x20, then ask “who is AD” and you wouldn’t know them.

2.That’s what bothers me. She is a new character, I don’t care about her. This is Charlotte 2.0 “I had a hard life so instead of taking it out on my parents, I’m going to take it out on my sister and her friends I barely know.

3. Emily, Hanna, and Aria have had no connection or reason to be tortured since Mona was “A”

4. These last two “A’s” have just been secret family of Spencer and Ali. No connection to the other girls.

5. All this being said Troian did amazing with what she was given.

6. The reveal was lame. At first I didn’t think Alex would be AD because of how dumb the reveal was. Also I wish it was revealed to all the girls instead of just Spencer.

7. That horse and Jenna figured it out everyone else just went with it.

8. I feel like the questions that were answered were very short and never discussed. (Note I haven’t watched the wrap party yet so if I say something in this that is discussed there, I wouldn’t know.)

9. I would have taken Melissa or even Mona again anything besides this.

10. Wren is Emison’s baby daddy and it was revealed in such a casual sentence and way…

11.  I know its gross and disgusting what happened to Emily and Ali, but that aside between Emily and Wren those kids are going to look amazing (they already do, even if they looked extremely white?)

12. Rest in peace Wren (they always take the good/hot ones) It’s like they wanted me to hate Alex for all the wrong reasons. I’m mad at her reveal yeah, but at the end of the day I’m more pissed she killed Wren.

13. Who would’ve thought that Wren would get Ali pregnant with Emily’s eggs.

14. Emison proposal was super cute

15. Also you’re telling me Lucas’s last scene was him tap dancing off.  Lucas come back and pretend to be AD please!

16. Lucas didn’t know Charlotte just emailed her, I call bull on that whole story

17. Jenna was amazing tonight and part of the reason (besides the horse) these guys found out AD.

18. I felt super bad for Aria this whole episode but like Ezra can die…

19. If they wanted me to like Alex even a bit she could’ve started by killing Ezra

20. I’m super upset that Ezra gets to live happily ever after like he shouldn’t be in jail for all he has done.

21. I’m sad for Spoby shippers. Spoby has always been my second favorite and I was upset they didn’t get much, so I feel for you actual Spoby shippers<3

22. I love that Hanna was helping Mona, it makes my heart happy they are still friends and that Hanna trusts her even if the others don’t.

23. The last scene was tacky and dumb. I don’t know these girls and I don’t want to.

24. Side note all they made us do was hate Addison these last episode by having her in them, now they want to make us watch a show with her in it? UM no thanks.

25. Now this is the hard part, I’m not going to cry anymore, I swear. Lets talk about Haleb.

26. I’m kind of upset most of the final scenes (all but the actually last just Haleb scene) was them fighting. I wish we could’ve gotten to see them happier.

27. But there is a Haleb baby on the way now and it was super cute her telling the girls ( I would’ve rather seen her and Caleb finding out) but hey a Haleb Baby, I’ll take that any day.

28.  “Wanna make a baby” I screamed but Caleb should’ve said “you down to make a baby”. Never forget when Caleb asked Hanna to get married by asking if “she was down”.

29. Haleb bought Lucas place, but did they take down all his secret cameras I KNOW HE HAS!

30. The weirdest part is all the girls are staying in town, I would be gone in seconds.

31. I’m pretending that isn’t Alex Drake its Ezra in a mask,, it makes me feel better about the ending.

32. Also Lucas is still guilty of something, maybe just bad tap dancing.

That’s all I can think of right now. Thank you to everyone who has read any of my reviews. I will still be on this account and it will always be Halebendgame that won’t change. I know it in my heart in a few years Pretty Little Liars will return, and Haleb will too. So until then I’ll be on here causally and posting random pll/Haleb stuff till we see them again. THANK YOU ALL:)

anonymous asked:

Who is your favorite friendship on pll?

Alright, I’m about to spill some burning hot tea here, as the kids say. None of the friendships on pll are my favorite and let me explain why. At the beginning of the show, friendships (along with everything else) were great. We saw character development both individually and as a group. I liked how the girls were essentially brought back together after years of not having contact. There was growth, but most importantly, there were scenes that made the girls feel like true friends.  

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John Murphy x Reader (Prompt)

Request: “number 15 + murphy? really sad maybe? thank you!”

A\N: Sorry this took so long to post, I had it finished but my laptop crashed and I had to start again xx hope you like it!

Prompt: “How does it feel losing the best thing that’s ever happened to you?”

Warnings: death\near death, swearing

Originally posted by chubbyalien

You were not happy. Putting one foot in front of the other in misery, you look ahead at Murphy who’s watching you as he leans up against a tree. 

 "Come on slacker.“ He teases with a smirk playing on his pretty, pink lips. The same lips you miss having on your own. No, he wasn’t your boyfriend… Yet. But you can’t forget all the hand holding and passionate kissing that have started fires between the two of you. You sigh. You’re exhausted. Not just from scaling the perimeter of the wall to check for any outside muck ups but from being the only person who helped build the damn thing. Okay, maybe you were exaggerating. The only reason this whole thing was bearable was because Murphy was with you. 

 "I didn’t realise this was a race, John.” You sass back, knowing how much he hates his name. You’re the only one who actually uses it. You lean in the same position he’s in and you can feel his hot breath fanning you. You’re so close to him it’s almost driving you crazy not to touch him. 

 "Well if it were, you’d be losing.“ He replies, leaning forward so that your foreheads are almost touching. You wraps your arms around his neck and sigh happily. 

 "Hm, I’m sure we can find something I’m good at.” You smirk and Murphy doesn’t hesitate to place his lips on yours in a wet kiss. You can help but love the spark you feel when he does so. 

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Hello everyone!!! I’ve been meaning to make this for a while now, and I feel like it may help some people!! Obviously everyone’s writing technique is different, but I think that making a few technical changes can really help people and let individual style shine through even brighter! These are all guidelines I personally like to follow (I’m an editing major @ uni so I’m 200% a nerd) but in no way does this mean you have to. Please keep this in mind! 

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Follow Forever/Bias List/Positivity Post/Friendly Promotion/Let Me Love You

So, I’m realizing that I may not hit my milestone as I keep on blocking porn blogs, but then I decided not to care about the count and I’m gonna do this anyway because this honestly makes me happy just spreading my love to you guys. You all mean so much to me and I truly value each and every one of you, even the ones I just started to follow or haven’t followed yet because I’m stalking and working up the courage to follow back because koala-tea following me what? I love you all. Honestly, I try and give each one of you an explanation as to why I love you, but I’ve said it before that this mun is so bad with ooc expressions, I am literally a potato. If you don’t see me give you a lot of words or any at all, PLEASE don’t take it the wrong way, you’re on this list because I love you and you mean a lot to me as a writer and a mun, it’s just I have a hard time expressing myself in so many words and I’ll probably end up being repetitive at times - I will apologize for that, even if I don’t have to (I’m your stereotypical Canada eh)

@ghostofaformerself - Always have to put my Ghost first, I’ve said it before she’s the reason I am even on Tumblr, I credit her for starting all of my internet friendships because without her I would still be clueless about this great community. Rayne is an amazing and incredibly written character, I love her so much. Ghosty, you’re still a terribletrashbagperson for hitting me with all of the Rayne feels, but let’s face it we both know I love you for it.

@hcvenofear - Keets, my darling Keets. Kudos to Paige for introducing us and giving me a wonderful internet friend that I am determined to meet one day no matter what. My PLL buddy tbh, the person I scream and cry to over Spencer Hastings god my heart. So much love for Keets both as a writer and as a person, and Keets even though I am pathetic with fandoms I’m gonna write with all of your muses because rping with you is fanfuckingtastic and good for my soul (maybe given you’re the head bitch in charge)

@astrcnautical - AGAIN credits to Paige for introducing me to such the beautiful soul that is Theo. I’ve written with Theo on his multi and I ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT! Again, being that I’m pathetic with fandoms and do not have much knowledge of Star Trek, I do wanna write with Jim and Theo (okay but who wouldn’t want to write with Theo u bae bro) one day and I’m gonna love it because it’s you Theo and I love you.

@beastlynecromancer - ARI!……What’s that? Typing your name in all caps with bold and italics to make it sound like I’m screaming because wow what a darling you are isn’t enough to express my love for you? Darn, that’s my go to line x3 No but in all seriousness, I’ve told you many times before that you’re one of my dearest partners, I love you lots okay. Brent was the first muse of yours I’ve written with and I completely fell in love with him (as did Kim and later my other muses of course lol), he’s truly an awesome character and very well developed, honestly Ari you’re an inspiration to me as a writer. I’ve mentioned before how much I love all of your muses, even the inactive ones as they hold a piece of my heart because our interactions were so great that I’m keeping them forever in there. Also throws @merfolkmayhem because yes this blog is awesome too and I want to love those muses of yours <3


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I just finished reading Two Serpents Rise, and so of course I am going to subject you to more Craft Sequence thoughts:

1. This is a book about what happens when walking away from Omelas isn’t an option.  How do you live knowing that your world is built on exploitation and suffering?  How do you find meaning and value in such a place?  What price will you pay, what will you risk, what will you sacrifice, for the world you want?

2. The answer to that first question, for Caleb, is repression; this is a book about pointedly Not Seeing and Not Thinking, which is why the shark-tooth charm is so significant.  It’s easy to see why he would be like that; his father is an enemy of the state, and every time something happens in Dresediel Lex he gets hauled in for questioning by the Wardens.  He has to be whiter-than-white, and it’s no doubt easiest just not even to think any criticism of how things are. (plus, in a way, his father chose the gods over him, and admitting there are problems with the current system is almost to justify that choice.  I’d love to know more about Caleb’s feelings towards his dad; the admission that he hasn’t played bridge since he lost his partner is so sad, because plainly that partner is Temoc.)  

3. That repression is what makes him so bland at the start, and so I don’t blame people at all for not enjoying him as a protagonist.  But for me the key to Caleb is the moment we see that he likes to read Iskari romances, stories about duels and battles with evil wizards, and when he describes going after Mal as being like a quest.  There’s something innocent and idealistic about him, something that wants a purpose, a cause to devote himself to.  

4. And that’s what draws Mal to him - I spent the whole book feeling uncomfortable about their relationship, because I thought she might be using him for some sort of RKC-related access or knowledge, or to keep him from realising what she was up to.  And in a darker book, she would have been manipulating or grooming him, but this time she genuinely believes she’s found someone who thinks like she does.

5. In a way, though, Caleb is on a quest; a (Jungian) Grail Quest, where to ask “whom does the Grail serve?” is to realise our interdependence on each other, to realise that love and compassion is the answer.  I picked this book up for gay wizards; who knew it was going to turn Arthurian on me!

6. I thought I was going to love Teo - I mean, curvy Latina lesbian who dresses like a dandy mobster? excuse me while I chuck myself at her feet - but while her dress sense is totally Iconic, she’s not a very nice person!  For someone whose job - jobs, given that she runs an art gallery on the side - is schmoozing, I find her rude and arrogant, and unnecessarily hard on Caleb, like, the whole time.  (also, it annoys me that her rejection of her family’s wealth is only ever about her independence, and not about the fact that they made it through being slumlords, i.e. exploiting the poor.)  Her girlfriend Sam is a bit holier-than-thou, and I think you’re meant to roll your eyes at her a little, but her heart is in the right place.

7. I love Kopil, I’m sorry.  I know that I shouldn’t, that the entire plot of this book is his reaping the whirlwind of his terrible actions twenty years ago, but here somehow he comes across as fundamentally decent and interested in ruling well.  Also, everything about his dead boyfriend breaks my heart, especially the part where he tells Caleb that his desk is the altar where Timas was sacrificed, and says that some blood must have soaked into the rock, that in some way the man he loves is with him still.

8. Red King Consolidated provides local government for Dresediel Lex - police, utilities - but where is the national government in Kath?  It seems as if there isn’t one, and places like Alt Coulumb and Dresediel Lex are essentially city-states, with Kopil as signoria for DL.  In other words, when he calls himself the King in Red, he means it.  And of course he’s dressed in red, the colour of blood and sacrifice, because he is a living sacrifice to Dresediel Lex, in a way; Fisher King-like, the health of the king is the health of the land.  He is the heart of a web of obligations, of magical profit and loss, that keeps the city running.  And the attacks on the city are intended to cause so much destruction that taking care of them, and keeping the Serpents asleep, drains him of soulstuff.  Kopil’s death is the sacrifice on which the new system can rise.  

9. I like the bit where Caleb is looking for a sword or similar in Kopil’s office, and thinks that the King in Red’s style is more “deep magic from the dawn of time”.  don’t think I don’t see your Narnia reference, Max Gladstone! (& of course The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe is another book about redemptive sacrifice.)

10. I wonder how this series reads in chronological order.  What is it like to start with Last First Snow, to read that book not knowing how the Skittersill Rising is going to turn out, and then to jump to the same characters twenty years later?  What is it like to meet Elayne again in Three Parts Dead and be like “oh hey, it’s her”, instead of seeing her through Tara’s respectful, admiring, slightly terrified but also that-is-what-I-want-to-be-in-10-years’-time eyes?  I guess reading in publication order makes Alaxic and Mal’s intentions more mysterious (does little!Mal appear in Last First Snow at all?), but then again, I’ve seen a lot of reviews of this book which are like “obviously she’s bad, she’s called Mal!”

11. I love all the comparisons this series makes between magic and the law, but I particularly liked the one here about how reality is an argument, is a story, is consensus around a narrative, and if you win the argument, you can literally change the world. (one I liked less was the idea that Craftspeople can trap you in dreams; I never read enough of the Sandman to hit the metaplot, but of what I did read, the one story that freaked me out the most was Sleep of the Just.  It’s those final panels where Roderick Burgess thinks he’s woken from a horrible nightmare…..and then realises he hasn’t, at all.)

12. The ending is such a Doctor Who ending, and by that I mean it has one of the things I like best about DW; the ability to look at our small, petty, imperfect, compromised lives, and see the beauty and the value in all these little people struggling to do good.

13. Speaking of doing good, I am so glad that Caleb finally chose to be present and to act, instead of living with his eyes closed; I was thinking throughout that the Craftverse needs some sort of post-conflict truth-and-reconciliation-y……something, and Caleb’s NGO is sort of that.  And that Kopil realised there wouldn’t be any long-term peace without his addressing the grievances of the defeated - such a change from the person who dropped fiery nets on them twenty years previous. (the Twin Serpents Group absolutely needs his support behind it, both as pledge of good faith from the most bloodstained of Craftsmen, and big stick should any gods get ideas above their station.)  I’ve seen people say the final conversation is too easy, but I think it makes a difference that it’s Caleb asking; I’ve made flippant comments before about Kopil lowkey flirting with Caleb, but seriously, there’s a mutual fondness there, a mixture of loyalty and liking and respect, that speaks really well of them both. (one thing I really like about this series is how much mentoring there is - Elayne and Tara, and also Kopil and Caleb; that the older characters want to offer their time and experience, and the younger characters are interested in taking it.)

14. And last of all, I cannot believe Kopil signs the note he leaves for Caleb in the hospital with a little picture of a skull.  Forget everything I said; he is totally flirting.

I have so many feelings, I’m sorry; I think it’s that putting it into words often helps me to better understand what I think. (e.g. I saw one review which said they couldn’t grasp Mal’s motivation, and I was like “her parents burned to death over the course of a week! no water could put it out! of course she wants the King in Red’s heart on a spike!……oh.”  It didn’t really sink in until I said it.)  If you like these books, please do talk to me about them, and help spare everyone else from the painfully long posts!

808 SeXXX - Caleb’s Story part 1

Alright I know this wasn’t the continuation of the Lockerroom you were expecting, that’s still in the works, but this story was just too much fun not to post. 

So the other night I was catching up with a friend I hadn’t been in touch with in a looong time and he was telling me about all the crazy adventures he’s had in the past couple of years so I asked him to tell me about what his first time was like.  He wrote it up for me in a series of texts and damn it was such a hot story I told him he should consider writing which was when he said he had given it to me with so much detail so I could write it.  I had done a couple of stories for friends before so I said sure I’d write it up but then he asked if i could post it because “It would be super hot knowing that other guys would be reading and jerking off to my story.” ;)

Hopefully there will be more stories in this series besides his which there are a few we’re going to be working on.  I am kind of thinking that I might want to do this with several friends to keep things interesting so if you want to have yours written then hit me up and let’s collaborate! :)  I still need a good name for this series so if you have ideas for that please let me know also.

Without further ado let me present to you the first chapter in this series featuring the exploits of the always sexy: Caleb!


Holy shit… What was that noise?

Was that him?

No… He’s looking at me with his mouth closed…

Wait… Was that me?

Fuck… I hope no one heard us.

“Ahh… Fuck brah I’m going to cum too…” he moaned.

Oh fuck… His cum is so hot hitting my chest.

All of that went through my head in the few seconds between feeling my balls empty all the cum in my body all over my belly and his.  I must have shot like a dozen times, one of the most intense but still intimate orgasms I’ve ever had.  In my short but eventful sex life, this was one of the most amazing experiences I’ve ever had.  As he reached over and pulled me into a big hug and brought his lips to mine, each of those encounters replayed themselves in my mind as I thought about all the things that had brought me to this moment.   His strong, brown arms pulled me in close as I heard the cum on our bodies squish between us as our bellies slid against each other with its slipperiness. A lock of his hair that escaped the bun he had pulled it up into when we started getting lost in exploring each other’s bodies.  He brushed it back over his ear and gave me a huge grin.

“How was it?” he asked me.

“Amazing…” I whispered as I pulled his forehead against mine and we both took deep breaths before kissing deeply again.

This was the first time I had ever done anything out in the open and the thrill of being out in the park naked and in the arms of this big sexy man was such a rush.  Even though it was really late or early morning whichever way you wanted to think about it, the idea that some stranger could walk up and see us here with our bodies entwined was both scary and a turn on.

Speaking of first times, maybe I should start this story properly and tell you about that instead. It wasn’t very long ago but it seems like it was a lifetime.


Hi… My name’s Caleb it’s nice to meet you.  Well it’s not really Caleb but for the purposes of this story that’s what you can call me.  The names have been changed to protect the guilty and all that.  In case you’re wondering, I’m 23 years old and I’m a big guy. 6’4” and like 350 pounds of beefy goodness yup that’s me.  The story you’re here to read about today is about how I finally managed to lose that pesky label of being a virgin and let me tell you it was quite an adventure.


“We’re going back down for one last gambling session Caleb, you coming?” my aunt asked as she picked up her purse and the keychain with all of her player cards from various casinos on it.

“No I’m good I think,” I told her. “I might go walk around and explore a bit more though.”

“Just make sure you can be up in time to go to the airport if you end up sleeping,” she warned me. “I know you don’t like to wake up when I try.”

“Yeah aunty no worry,” I laughed.

“OK have fun we’ll be down at our usual spot,” she said as the door closed behind her.

As soon as she was gone my phone came out and I opened up and looked through every single one of the dating and hookup apps I had downloaded the second night we were here. Here I was, a couple months past my 21st birthday and I still hadn’t managed to lose my v-card.  It was driving me absolutely crazy… Sure I had done the whole phone sex thing and messed around with some cam to cam stuff before but I desperately wanted to get my hands and mouth and whatever else I could use on a real live man.

Just as I was about to give up and look at some porn so I could take care of myself one of the apps chimed at me.  I’m pretty sure I held my breath as I opened it, hoping against all hope that it was actually someone interesting and not a random shout or spam message.

“What’s up bro how’s it going,” the message read.

“Hey it’s going ok just bored to death waiting on my flight back home,” I replied then I clicked his profile to see who I was talking to.

Wow… This guy is built! His profile pic showed a big muscular black guy with a friendly smile spread wide across his handsome face.

“Oh? Where’s home,” he sent back.

“Hawaii. I’m here with my aunt and her friends for her 50th birthday,” I explained. “They’re all downstairs having one last hurrah.”

“Oh that’s tight man,” he answered. “You think you’d want to come chill here with me then?”

Fuck… What do I do?  My nerves hit me full blast in the face when I realized that he had just asked me to hook up which was totally what I wanted.  But holy shit am I ready for this?  Should I trust him?  What the fuck should I say?

“Um… I’m all the way in downtown I have no idea where you are or how to get to you,” I texted after a few minutes.

“No problem I don’t live that far I can come get you,” he replied almost immediately. “I thought I had scared you off for a second lol.”

“Almost lol…” I sent back. “Just putting it out there… I’m a total virgin…”

“No shit?” his message came back. “Well if you’re down, I’m down to do the honors.”

Oh fuck… Now what? I dropped my phone on the bed and wiped my suddenly sweaty palms on my shorts.  I stared again at his profile pic as I mentally wrestled between the pros and cons of doing this.

“Know that saying ‘what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas’?” his next message dinged onto my screen. “Here’s your chance to have that lol.”

“OK I’m in,” I sent after agonizing over the decision for another minute that felt like an eternity. “Let me shower and stuff.  Where do I meet you?”

“Where you staying?” he asked.

I told him which hotel we were at and he gave me instructions on which door to come out of and where to wait.  My heart felt like it would jump out of my chest as I scrubbed myself down in the shower and the reality of what I was doing hit me.  I was freaking out but then I looked down and realized that I was massively rock hard through all of this just at the thought of what was going to be happening.  My resolve strengthened, I finished washing off and dried myself before getting dressed and heading out to meet my late night rendezvous.


“Yo man you’re fucking hot,” he said to me as I jumped into the passenger seat of his SUV.

“Thanks,” I replied nervously as I shook his hand that he offered me.

“My name’s Marc,” he told me.

“Caleb,” I replied robotically as I desperately looked anywhere else but at him as we drove away from the hotel.

“Nice to meet you sexy,” Marc winked.

“Yeah,” I replied sharply and he looked at me and just gave me this big smile and laughed a bit.

We drove for a while and I guess he caught how nervous I was so he turned up his music and we drove quietly up into his neighborhood.  Pulling up to an apartment complex, he pulled into a stall and turned off his engine.

“Well we’re here,” he smiled again at me as he unbuckled his seatbelt and opened his door.

I swallowed dryly as my nerves kicked up another notch but at this point there really wasn’t any turning back so I did the same and got out.  I looked around at the buildings and was pretty surprised at how quiet it was here just outside of the Strip.

“Come on in,” Marc invited as he opened the door to his apartment and entered.

I stepped into his apartment and jumped just a little when the door closed behind me.  Taking a look around, I was pleasantly surprised at how nice of a place he had.  A big comfy looking couch sat against the wall in front of the TV in the corner and a table across the room separated the kitchen from this area.  Things were pretty tidy and there was a gym bag sitting on the counter next to the stacks of protein and supplement bottles which wasn’t surprising given how much effort he obviously put into working out to get into the shape he was in.

“Let’s go lie down and chill,” he grinned as he reached out his hand, waiting for me to give him mine.

I reached out my hand and hesitated, but I think he saw it so he shook his hand at me and gave me another big grin, so I slowly reached towards him and took it.  I have big hands but his was just as, if not a little bit bigger than mine and it felt so warm as he laced his fingers with mine. That huge grin never left his face and it calmed me just a little as he started pulling me along down the hallway. His round ass cheeks bounced along with each step and mesmerized me with their rhythmic dance as we walked towards the open door ahead of us.  

“Lemme turn on the TV maybe that will help you relax a bit,” Marc said as he picked up the remote and pressed power.

He held his hand out again, this time in invitation for me to get on the bed first so I climbed on and laid there frozen in my nervousness which flooded back full force. I swear I jumped when he climbed up next to me and leaned against the pillows.  We sat there in awkward silence for a bit, the news starting up, but they could have been speaking in some foreign language for all I could tell.  

Marc must have decided he would need to be the one to make the first move because he slid his arm up above my head and started gently rubbing my scalp through my hair.  His head moved slowly closer until he kissed the side of my neck and I heard a gasping moan escape my lips.

In that moment I felt the knot in my stomach release as he slid his hand down behind my head and used it to turn me towards him.  His lips came up and met mine and suddenly I was kissing another man in the way I had craved for so long.  It felt as if every fantasy I had seen in porn and imagined happening had suddenly come to life for me.  The warmth of his mouth and tongue, the softness of his juicy lips, the exploring of his tongue as out kisses grew more heated and sloppy.  I wanted this… I needed this… It was finally my moment to experience this myself.  

Marc climbed up on top of me and straddled my thighs with his own as I slid my hands down into the waistband of his mesh shorts and squeezed his bubble butt with both hands. His moan that I could feel resonate in my mouth as he kissed me again made me growl with the lust he had awoken in me.  I tugged at his shorts, trying desperately to get them off of him and he slid them down and then off completely before pulling mine off as well. I could feel his big dick grinding into my thigh and up against my own aching boner as we made out.

After a while, he stopped and had me sit up so he could pull my shirt off of me.  I reached my hands around him, running them up and down his body, beneath his shirt which he pulled off slowly.  I sighed with pleasure as I ran my hands over his massive shoulders and pecs as he leaned back down for even more kisses.

“Turn over…” he whispered into my ear.

My brain took a second to process what he said through the haze of euphoria I was feeling so he gently guided me as I pulled a pillow under my chest and gave him access to my big booty and twitching hole.  He wasted no time as he slapped my right cheek loudly before spreading them with his hands.  I felt him spit on my hole get me wet and the next thing I knew, his long and magical tongue began working its spell on me as he pushed it deep into my ass.  Let me tell you I now understood in great detail why guys loved getting rimjobs as he made me gasp, groan, and cry out at the intense feelings his mouth was giving me. He ate me out like I was his last meal for nearly 15 minutes until I couldn’t resist the desire to have his dick in my mouth any more.  

“Let me suck you…” I begged as I got up and flipped around to face him.  

He was still on his knees on the bed so I leaned down on my elbows and got a good look at his dick for the first time.  It was massive…  At least compared to what I had seen before, at least eight inches long and really thick with a big mushroom head at the tip.  I opened my mouth and he moved forward, slowly slipping his penis between my lips and I savored the first taste of dick I had ever gotten.  I doubted I could do much more get his head into my mouth but to my surprise, I found I had a hidden talent.  His cock slipped right past my gag reflex and into my throat as he slowly fucked my face.  His moans rang in my ears as my throat muscles squeezed his manhood.  Marc was gentle as he thrust his cock in and out of my mouth.

After nearly 10 minutes of sliding his penis in and out of my lips, I was stroking my leaking dick and loving the feeling of pleasuring this big handsome man.  When he pulled it out and moved away I groaned in protest but he but he smiled at me and told me to let him get on the bed. Anxious to see what new experience he wanted to share with me next, I got up quickly and he took my place.

“Come bring that nice ass over here,” Marc grinned. “I want you to ride my face babe.”

“Oh fuck…” I moaned at the thought as I climbed up on the bed with him.

He motioned me to put my knees on either side of his body and lower myself down and backed up onto his eager tongue.  Fuck… His tongue sent shivers throughout my whole body as it penetrated my now loosened up hole.  I moved my hips left to right, up and down, letting him hit new and deeper spots as he made me bite my lip and cry out in pleasure.  The night stand drawer next to his bed sliding shut made my eyes flutter opened as I looked down to see what it was.  When I saw the condom and lube in his hand my whole body shivered in anticipation knowing what would be coming next.

“You gonna put it inside of me daddy?” I asked him. Where the fuck the daddy part came from I have no idea…

“Yeah you want this dick in you?” He asked me in reply.

“Fuck yeah…” I agreed as he tore the condom wrapper open, all the while his tongue still working its magic on me.

I watched him unroll the rubber down his big cock and the uncertainty hit me.  Could I possibly get this thing into my ass?  I had only played with random things around my house as I experimented with myself but damn this thing was huge.  I wanted it so badly though… Getting my ass eaten out was making me so horny for this to happen and I was willing to try if it meant getting fucked for the first time.

“Slide down on it,” Marc instructed me as he poured some lube out into his hand and stroked himself.

“OK,” I complied as I turned around and moved lower down his body.

I felt his hands on my cheeks as he spread them and slid his fingers up and down my crack.  I felt him rub his lube slicked fingers against my hole and then slipped one and then two into me.  His tongue had gotten me loose and hot enough that they slid right in to his second knuckles.  Damn that shit felt good… I whimpered in pleasure at the feeling of his probing as he got me ready to take his dick.  He guided me lower with one hand on my thigh as he used his other to guide the head up to my twitching hole.  

“Relax babe,” He said softly as he reached up and pulled me to him so he could kiss me.

“Oh shit!” I cried out as he slipped his head in and it hurt as it strained my butt beyond where it had ever been before.

Marc kissed me harder and held me in place as I tried to adjust to the sensations of being stretched by his thick mushroom head.  Every time he felt me relax, he pushed in just a little bit farther.  It hurt but his lips and tongue distracting me as we made out made it easier and easier to let him in.  I grunted as he reached the inner ring in my ass and he stopped moving, knowing it was going to be sore as he went past it.  He reached down and kneaded my thighs and as far onto my cheeks as he could get to and then he pulled them apart and pushed me down.

“Ahh fuck!” I gasped as he pushed all the way into me.

“Shh… It’ll be ok babe just relax,” He whispered to me as he ran his hands over my head and shoulders to help me get past it as my ass throbbed in protest around him.

“Oh fuck you’re so big…” I moaned as he kissed me.

“Yeah and I’m all the way inside of you,” he smiled up at me. “How does it feel?”

“Fucking amazing,” I told him as I finally felt my muscles relax and the pain faded into pleasure.

“Shit yeah babe,” Marc exclaimed as he felt me start wiggling around to see how it felt. “Ride that big dick.  Let it make you feel good.”

“Oh fuck yeah…” I whimpered as I raised myself up enough for his dick to start sliding up almost to his head before I pushed back down on it.

My eyes closed as I soaked up all the sensations and I felt myself panting and shaking as I rode this big sexy man.  I felt my ass loosening up more and more and I couldn’t believe how good it felt having something so big inside of me.  I could hear Marc moaning and grunting in his own pleasure as I moved up and down on him.

“Fuck babe…” He sighed. “You’re so fuckin tight.”

“Yeah does it feel good taking my cherry?” I asked him.

“Your ass ain’t virgin anymore,” he laughed and I laughed with him. “Shit though… You’re so tight you gonna make me cum quick.”

“Fuck yeah I wanna make you cum daddy,” I told him as I moved up and down, letting his rock hard cock give me pleasure in a way I never would have thought possible.

“Oh fuck just like that,” he groaned as I rode him faster.

“It feels so fucking good inside of me…” I gasped out as he reached up and pinched my nipples.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum let me shoot it on you,” he ordered me.

I didn’t want to let him out of me but I did what he asked.  He ripped off the condom and stroked his dick a few times before he cried out in ecstasy.  The first shot of cum hitting my left cheek made me jump.

“Oh fuck your cum is so warm,” I moaned as I leaned in and kissed him again as a seventh and then eighth shot coated my ass and lower back.

“Shit… Your ass felt so good,” he sighed as he let his now softening dick drop from his grip and then raised his head up to kiss me again. “Sit up. I wanna see you bust your nut all over me now.”

I pushed myself back upright again and my breath caught as he reached up and squeezed my rapidly hardening dick.  It was already slick with all the precum he had me leaking so he stoked me from base to tip.  I was already bucking my hips and I could hear whimpering noises escaping my mouth that was wide open as I closed my eyes to savor the feeling.  He reached around my back to get some of his cum that was dripping back down onto his pubes and balls and the extra slipperiness was all it took to get me to the edge of orgasm.

“FUCK!” I yelled as I felt my balls pull up tight and my cock start jumping.

Nothing came out at first except for all the noise I was making and then all of a sudden, cum was flying out of me all the way up to Marc’s chest.  My white cream was making streaks all the way across his stomach and pecs.  One even managed to hit his cheek and if I could have pried my eyes open I would have seen him smile and snake his tongue out to lick what he could get of it.

“Oh fuck that was so fucking good…” I panted as I finally regained enough of my senses to speak.

“Shit yeah babe that was fuckin hot,” he agreed. “Come here and lie down with me”

“I don’t wanna get cum all over your bed though…” I hesitated.

“Fuck it,” Marc laughed. “I’ll wash it tomorrow. Come here and cuddle.”

“Alright,” I joined in his laughing as I forced my wobbly legs to lift me off of him so I could lay down and hold him.

He kissed me again and then pulled me into a big hug and just held me in his big strong arms.  He grinned at me and then kissed me again when I smiled back at him.  We stayed like that for the next half hour or so until we realized what time it was. We kissed a few more times as he found a towel and wiped what cum was left off of me that hadn’t dried up by then.


“I hope that was good for you babe,” Marc said as he pulled up outside my hotel and put his SUV in park.

“Oh it was fricken amazing,” I smiled as he leaned in and gave me another bunch of kisses.

“I’m glad,” he laughed. “Have a good trip back home ok?”

“Thank you so much for that it was so fucking good,” I replied.

As I closed the door and started walking towards the entrance I heard him call out to me through the window he opened.

“Hey Caleb!” he shouted.

“Yeah?” I turned to see what he wanted.

“Remember: What happens in Vegas,” he said.

“Stays in Vegas!” I finished as I pointed at him and grinned.

I heard him laugh as he drove away slowly and I sighed as I soaked in everything that had just happened. My body felt absolutely drained but in the best way I had ever felt.   I breathed in deeply and I could still smell his cologne lingering on me and maybe a whiff of the cum that still clinged to me.  

“Oh shit,” I swore to myself as I glanced at my phone and saw the time and hustled off to room.


“Caleb!?!? Where the hell were you?” my aunt scolded me as I tried to open the door quietly.

“Sorry…” I apologized. “I went walking and lost track of the time and then got a bit lost walking back.”

“How far did you go?” she asked me as the relief that I was ok and we were still on time crept into her voice.

“Pretty far,” I replied knowing that in a way it was pretty true.

“Yeah I can tell you kinda stink,” she wrinkled her nose at me. “Go bathe still get time before we gotta go airport.”
“OK aunty,” I agreed as I hoped she didn’t realize what the smells on me actually were.

I grabbed the set of clothes I had saved to travel home in and went to the bathroom.  I stripped off my clothes and then looked up at myself in the mirror.  Rubbing my belly, I looked up and down at my body.  No longer a virgin, I had finally accomplished what I had been wanting to do for so long now.  If there was ever any doubts that I liked dick, those were all gone now.  I could barely contain the anticipation of what new adventures I could find as soon as I could get back home.  


So what did you think? Did you like my story?  Hopefully you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed sharing it with you.  I have so many more things I could tell you too.  It’s barely been two years since that trip but once I had that first one out of the way I got brave and even more horny.  What should I tell you about next?  A hookup with one of my teachers from high school?  Some sexy tourists that I’ve met?  There was also my second encounter which was a wild birthday party orgy which was so much fun. Maybe I should continue telling you about that encounter with my big local friend in the park huh?  Who knows but you should let me know which you want to hear.

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