i think i have enough tags

once upon a time, someone tagged this as “inspiration.” I have thought about it 27 times a day every day since it happened, for some reason. maybe because nobody tags my art with inspiration? I dunno. But it inspired me to make it pretty in photoshop at midnight, when I should have been sleeping. now its my main blog’s icon.

Please don’t tag as kin/me - Please don’t repost to other websites - Please don’t remove caption ✮

Getting to Know You (ask meme)

Rules | Answer the 20 questions and tag 20 amazing followers you’d like to get to know better!

Tagged by:@carterashsart

Name: Claire

Nicknames: “Clairebear” (family/people looking to die), Devourer of Souls (WoW)

Zodiac sign: Leo

Height: 5′7″

Orientation: straight

Nationality: American (Californian)

Favorite fruit: Fuji apples (although I like apples in general)

Favorite season: Late spring - warm enough to enjoy the outdoors, not too warm to be annoying.

Favorite book: I don’t really have a favorite book and read too many to think of one off the top of my head. I’m currently reading American Caesar, a biography of Douglas MacArthur.

Favorite flower: Any, when they’re a surprise

Favorite scent: The “clean” smell of a forest after it’s finished raining.

Favorite color: Blue

Favorite animal: Quokka

Coffee, tea, or hot cocoa: Coffee by a large margin - it’s a part of my daily routine for better or (more likely) worse. Then hot cocoa. I am not much of a tea drinker.

Average sleep hours: 7-8.

Cat or dog person: Cat, probably, but I like both.

Favorite fictional character: I honestly can’t pick a definite one. I’ve answered enough ask memes where people probably get a sense of m favorite types of characters, though.

Number of blankets you sleep with: 2, but it really just depends on the temperature.

Dream trip: I’d like to go to Italy. Or really just travel throughout Europe

Blog created: I’m not sure if I can check this somewhere? It’s been awhile though, I think late 2014?

Number of followers: Enough that I should have posted a giveaway a few times and definitely as of last week or so. Oops.

tagging: @siriusordo, @frauzet, @kaijuslayer, @motheatenscarf, @depizan, @aurrieccentric, @machakizi, @spaceywaceynerd, @striges13 and let’s go with @theswtorblog

@theweirdgirlthatlikesmetal tagged me to post 11 things about me :) Thank you I shall try

1. I have a Fake skeleton called Barry in my room

2. I get really grumpy/ uncomfortable if I stay away from woods for too long. I don’t know why, but I wasn’t made for the Concrete prison that is greater London.

3. My favourite part of most films/ games is the Concept art and one day I wish I’m good enough to make it.

4. I often really want to talk to people but I’m so uninteresting that I have nothing to say and get scared of starting conversations. But at the same time I sort of admire people from afar and wish that I could be interesting enough to converse with them

5. I could watch/read Lord of the Rings every day and not get sick of it

6. If modern films don’t have adequate female characters or a little diversity than I usually can’t be bothered with it. I’ve lost all my tolerance the last couple years.

7. Nothing gives me life more than female video games characters. A lifetime obsession with Tomb Raider (and subsequently a lifetime obsession with Angeline Jolie) has fuelled my ever growing need.

8. I love Ancient history of practically every country, I find it fascinating and often research it. But I am recently particularly obsessed with Pre-Roman Britain. I need more.

9. Not over the death of Christopher Lee. Always in denial.

10. I have a hunger for Good fantasy books that I can rarely seem to satisfy

11. The one thing I am proud of in this life is my Saruman Costume

I’m so bad at this. A lot of people I used to talk to on tumblr have gone so I’m gonna tag a few, and a few new people who I would like to get to know! @ofhumannoise @leprozorium @sci-fiandentropy @christopherleefan @iwalkedwithaz0mbie @orevur @tracysketchy @aetheraulnite @nymerasnightmares

Guys, I can’t thank all my wonderful participants enough for contributing to this month and making it as great as it has been.

The month isn’t over yet, three more days but I just want to make a quick announcement that we will be rebloging anything in the tags up until the 7th of April.

So if you are making something and it won’t be done by Saturday, its ok.

Just relax and take your time, you still have time and if the 7th isn’t good for you, please contact us and I will make sure to get your work whenever you are done, no matter how late.

Important things about the drunk Yuuri video

in no particular order

  • Both Victor and Chris’s phones are in English
  • Yurio’s is not (his is in russian)
  • Victor has over a thousand pics of Makkachin on his phone (at the time of the GPF, who knows how many he has now)
  • The Grand Prix Final was in Sochi
  • Yurio’s background is of pirozhkis
  • Both Chris and Yurio have over a thousand picture from the Grand Prix
  • Victor only has five of the GPF (and they’re all of Yuuri drunkenly dancing at him)
  • The apps:
    • Touchbook: Facebook
    • Fly: Skype (in both english and russian) 
    • There’s a “Home” app????
    • They didn’t bother to change the look of the weather app
  • The champagne Yuuri drank a whole bottle of was a Brut (which I find hilariously close to Bruh) 
  • Mila is beautiful in her pink dress
  • Sara is beautiful in her blue dress
  • You can see Sara in the background looking really confused while she takes photos
  • You can see Sara and Mila together
  • Mila branches off so she can take more photos of Yuuri and Yurio dance battle
  • She presumably has more photos of this dance off
  • I need them
  • The montage is happening during the banquet 
  • Chris gave someone his phone just so he could have pictures of him pole dancing semi-naked with Yuuri
  • Speaking of which Yuuri can pole dance 
  • He can pole dance really well
  • But the question is: Why was there a pole???
  • Victor saw Yuuri horribly drunk and immediately thought that he must dance with him
  • Everyone sticks their leggies out real far
  • Yurio got both Victor and Chris to send him the drunk photos of Yuuri, probably for blackmail material
  • Even while drunk Yuuri can dance
  • Even while sober Yurio cannot

And most importantly:

  • What we expected from yoi: Pining!Yuuri
  • What we got: Pining!Victor
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Why did this moment happen and why did i decide to gif it

anonymous asked:

Why was Dean acting like an ass to Cas in season 6?

Don’t worry about it, though. We’ve all been there, and especially me. 

So, I won’t get into this a lot because season 6 has been discussed so much - some meta bloggers, like @elizabethrobertajones, even have weirdly specific tags for it (hers is ‘we don’t talk about season six’, which I always assumed was a veiled threat and, as it turns out, she thinks it was a very romantic season and we don’t discuss it nearly enough). 

There are various theories about how this season was built, and one of them is that it was supposed to turn Cas for good - to make him into an enemy and then eliminate him from the show, if I remember correctly, so the general consensus seems to be, Why wasn’t Dean more of an ass to Cas in season 6? This was a narrative centered on misunderstanding and miscommunication, and from Dean’s point of view, Cas was acting like a demented Callahan type for no reason, which, given angels were (they still are, but back then it was particularly noticeable) the most powerful creatures Dean’d ever encountered, was incredibly dangerous, not to mention unpredictable. Dean should have wanted to take Cas out just to be on the safe side, and if it had been anyone else, he would have done it. But, of course, deep bond and stuff. Even after Cas’ done the unforgivable and hurt Sam, possibly for good (protect Sam: remember that’s Dean’s genetic imprinting, and he steamrolls over both friends and enemies to get that done), Dean still has enough empathy and affection for Cas to come clean about his own feelings, and to try and help Cas, or even save him, if he can. That, I think, is unprecedented?

Something that doesn’t come up a lot as a reason why Dean was so awful to Cas during this season (and therefore, what I’ll focus on here) is how Dean constantly refuses to see Cas for what he is - not a human being, but an unknowable, alien, otherwordly creature

Now, from Dean’s perspective (at the beginning of season 4), angels are not monsters, or things he hunts, or things that exist in the real world; they are, instead much more close and personal than that. They are a cherished memory of his mother, and they are, therefore, an emotional concept which symbolizes peace and being safe and thinking that things could, one day, be alright. This is thrown into particular sharp contrast if we compare Dean’s religious beliefs to Sam’s - we know that Dean doesn’t believe in God, and therefore angels, and that he doesn’t pray. So, for him, angels really are this intimate, childish thing he’s allowed himself to cling to all these years: his mother’s voice, full of love, biding him goodnight. And when Cas shows up, it’s painfully clear that Dean takes his very existence personally, and he’s not at all happy with any part of it. Cas is important in the narrative because he sort of ‘pushes’ Dean out of his comfort zone; he challenges him, and makes him feel out of control in a life where Dean’s fought so hard to be in control at all times (because someone had to be). In a way, I wouldn’t be surprised if Cas’ overt sexual aggressiveness was planned for exactly this reason - because Dean’s been written as bi from the start, and yet this is a part of himself he keep a tight rein over, and Cas’ behaviour very nearly shatters all that. We’ve seen Dean’s uncomfortable with being flirted at, and he’s uncomfortable with anyone being too close to him (in every sense) and Cas, in this sense, is a nuclear reaction. All those secrets Dean’s fought so hard to protect from his brother and Bobby and everyone else - now there’s someone who knows them. All of them, including what he really thinks about himself and the shameful things he did in Hell and how they made him feel. And the fact Cas was always in Dean’s personal space was partly meant, I think, to symbolize this intrusion into Dean’s mind and soul. 

(It must have been terrifying, really.)

And the thing is, out of all the possible responses Dean could have to this gobsmacking, life-changing revelation (that God exists and angels exist and one of them saved him from Hell and is now following him around), what Dean chooses to do is extremely revealing: he starts treating Cas like a human

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interestingly enough, because bismuth was introduced after the show started upping the contrast/saturation on their color palettes so much, i think an argument could be made that her palette would probably have looked different in the show’s original style of coloring as well?

so here’s an image with the colors adjusted, based off of the adjustments made to make garnet and pearl’s color schemes match their model sheets! the difference is subtle, but i do think she looks even better with her colors toned down a bit like this!

this blog is new so i doubt this will show up in the tags, but i’ll tag a few of my favorite su critical blogs in the hopes that at least someone will see this! @disappointinguniverse @critical-doc @su-criticism

Blood

(A/N): I decided to go with a different sort of approach, just to help some people relate to this more I guess?

Request: I’m watching political animals and wondered if you could write a fic about bucky finding the reader unconscious from a suicide attempt in a car (like TJ in the show)? Just an inspiration you don’t have to follow the show :)

Warning: cutting, blood, suicidal reader, it’s angsty you guys

 Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @livandlilah


Originally posted by coporolight

   Bucky had always known (Y/N) struggled with many things; depression, anxiety, OCD, self esteem issues, and more than enough suicidal thinking to drive one mad but he thought that they were doing fine, he thought their medication had been working; little did he know that it was only making them worse, only making them want to take their life more.  

   It had been a sunshiney afternoon when Bucky sensed it, he sensed something was wrong with (Y/N) (he had a knack for detecting stuff like that). They were in the shower at the moment and they had specifically asked Bucky to never, ever walk in on them during their showers but he just couldn’t ignore this feeling. 

   With a soft sigh Bucky placed the tv remote down and made his way into his bedroom- a bedroom he had once shared with (Y/N). But recently they had needed their space and they took up to sleeping in a room across the hall. It was strange not having a body pressed right up against his during the night, all he had now was a vast ocean if empty sheets- but that didnt matter now, what mattered were Bucky’s gut feelings about (Y/N). 

   He gingerly knocked on the bathroom door but when there came no reply other than the gushing shower Bucky did get a little worried and that’s when he heard it, the soft sob of (Y/N), a broken, painful little noise that made Bucky’s chest ache. Whatever was going on in there was more important than (Y/N) telling him to stay out, something was wrong and he wasn’t going to stand around and wait to find out. Without a moments hesitation Bucky opened the door only to be hit with the copious amounts of steam from the shower.

    “Fucking worthless,” (Y/N)’s voice cracks as they berate themselves, something Bucky was used to hearing at this point. “Piece of shit- everyone would be better off without you,” There’s a sudden sob from their lips and Bucky all but lunges for the shower curtain, ripping it back as his nerves finally take control. Bucky’s heart plummets as he takes in the scene, blood coated the bottom of the shower, (Y/N)’s wrist was pooling blood, and clasped between their fingers was a small knife, a knife they had to have stolen from Bucky’s bedside table.

    Immediately Bucky reaches for the knife, hoping to get it away from (Y/N) before they hurt themselves more.

    “No!” (Y/N) yells as they clutch the knife tightly. “Don’t come near me!”

    “(Y/N)-” Bucky reached out for them again but this time they didn’t recoil instead they took the knife and set to furiously cutting their wrists, leaving puddles of blood to hit the shower walls, floor, and anything between. “(Y/N)! Stop!” Bucky yelled as he grabbed them, trying to wrestle the knife from their grasp without hurting them further. “(Y/N)! Drop it!” Bucky hugged their arms at their sides with one arm while the other desperately reached for the blood soaked knife. (Y/N) sobbed against him, futilely trying to get away. 

   "Let me die, let me die, why won’t you le me die?“ (Y/N) was nearly screaming now as they attempted to break out of Bucky’s grasp. "God, just let me fucking die!” (Y/N)’s voice was so Loud and full of so much pain Bucky nearly started to cry but he had to keep it together, he had to keep it together for (Y/N). 

  Finally Bucky wrestled the knife successfully out of (Y/N)’s grasp and he was able to chuck it into the shower as he picked (Y/N) up, carrying them out of the water and blood stained shower. 

   "Please just let me die,“ (Y/N) sobs as Bucky grabs a towel to wrap around their bleeding wrists. "Friday, call Bruce down here now!” Bucky yelled as he made a tourniquet of sorts out of the towels. Even with his expertise the blood was soaking through towel, turning the white pieces of cloth red. 

   "I’m so sorry Bucky, I’m so sorry-“

    "it’s okay doll,” Bucky soothed as he held their wrists tightly. “It’s okay,” Bucky looked at their wrists as he bit his lip. God- how could he not have noticed that they weren’t okay? Why did he have to let it come to this? This could have been avoidable if only Bucky had- 

   "Bucky, it’s Bruce, is everything okay?“

    "No, no. Bruce we need you in here now,” The door creaked open and not even a minute later Bruce appeared in the bathroom, looking the scene over once before quickly setting to work; He didnt even have to say anything to know what was going on. 

   "Bucky, bring them down to the lab stat,“ Bucky nods as he picks up (Y/N), holding them to his body as though it’d be the last time he could and with the way (Y/N)’s towels were starting to drip blood he was starting to think that maybe it would.


    Bruce had gotten (Y/N)’s level back to normal, they were alive and that’s all Bucky cared about.

    "I’m prescribing you some new meds, the lowest dosage though so we can see how well you react to them,” Bruce muttered as he handed (Y/N) a bottle of medicine. “But that’s not gonna be enough (Y/N)- I think you need to start seeing a counselor-" 

    "Bruce-”

    “(Y/N), you’re seeing a counselor, I’ll call him myself and set up an appointment for you. But we’re also going to have to monitor you 24/7 and by we I mean Bucky. I’m sorry but we can’t trust you to be alone anymore, no sleeping in separate bedrooms anymore, no more missions until you get better, and wherever you go Bucky goes, understand?” (Y/N) nods as they sniffle, wiping at their dripping nose as they stare at the floor intently. “Good,” Bruce smiled gently. “I just want you to know (Y/N),” Bruce placed a gentle hand on their thigh, gripping their knee softly. “We all care about you, every single one of us, anyone you’ve saved, they care too. Not a single person wouldn’t care if you died, I hope you can realize this someday,” And with that and another gentle smile Bruce turned on his heel to walk out of the lab, leaving (Y/N) and Bucky alone.

    “Wanna go get some clothes?” Bucky whispers to (Y/N) who was still sopping wet from their shower. (Y/N) nods softly as they reach their arms out, silently asking for Bucky to pick them up. With a soft smile Bucky complies, holding (Y/N) tightly as he escorted them back up to their floor. They gently nuzzled their face into Bucky’s neck, most likely to get away from reality, to hide away until everything suddenly got better.


    The elevator dings and Bucky walks onto their floor. His eyes immediately train in on the small droplets of blood that had most likely stained the wood at this point. God- he had almost lost (Y/N), his sweet, precious (Y/N). Pain wells within his chest as he stares a a particularly large spot of blood, the image of (Y/N)’s bleeding wrists return to mind and Bucky feels as though he may vomit but he doesn’t- he steels himself and carries on, bound and determined to be the strong one. 

   Bucky carries them to their room, their shared room. He grabs them a sweatshirt and some shorts but when they get dressed they only put on the sweatshirt, his sweatshirt.

    “Can we-” (Y/N) licks ther lips as they stare at their heavily bandaged wrists. “Can we just lay down for now? Maybe listen to some music or something?" 

   "Yeah, of course doll,” Whatever kept (Y/N) protected and happy at this point Bucky would do it, even if it was the most ridiculous and strange thing he had ever heard he sure as hell would still do it. Bucky nods as sits on the bed, (Y/N) following closely at his side. “What do you wanna listen to?”

    “Can we listen to some of the old stuff, the stuff from your time?” Bucky smiles and nods as (Y/N) keeps their eyes glued to their lap, obviously too ashamed to look Bucky in the eyes.

   "Friday, will you please play the oldies but goodies playlist?“

    "Certainly sir,” the ai chimed and suddenly a soft, almost jazzy melody filled the room. Satisfied with his choice Bucky laid down on the bed, once again (Y/N) following his lead. Immediately they curl up to him, practically as close as humanly possible but Bucky didn’t mind- in fact he rather enjoyed the close proximity. 

   Everything is silent for awhile as the two lay there, merely holding each other tightly, as though their lives depended upon it. But eventually the silence is broken by (Y/N)’s soft, broken voice. 

   "I’m sorry Bucky, I’m so sorry you had to see that,“

   "it’s okay doll, it was nothing I couldn’t handle," 

   "you don’t deserve that, after seeing so much bloodshed you shouldn’t have to see it in your goddamn home-" 

   "Hey, no, don’t think like that. I don’t care about that, what I care about is you being safe and happy and feeling loved, not if I had to walk in on a bit of blood.” (Y/N) falls silent again, most likely as they think through their words but just as quickly as the silence came over them it dissipates once again.

    “I’m so sorry you have to deal with me and all my baggage,”

    “(Y/N), if there’s anyone who should be apologizing it’s me. I’ve got more baggage than anyone in this tower so don’t you dare think for one second that you’re a burden or whatever is going through your head, okay? We’ve both got some problems, I’ll admit that, but I won’t ever regret loving you because of that.” (Y/N) falls silent once again, unshed tears brimming at their eyes, just waiting to spill over.

    No one breaks the silence this time, instead they simply lay there, listening to soft music of days past all the while holding each other like it would be the last time they could only now Bucky knew it wouldn’t be.

Oliver Queen’s Journey

In thinking about Oliver this season (and 100% inspired by this amazing gifset where I babbled in the tags), and the idea that Adrian is going to push him to the point where he loses everything, I’m reminded of Buffy and Angelus from Becoming, Part 2:

The situations are wildly different, but at the base of it is that Oliver needs to realize that he is enough. So much of what he does is dependent on those around him, whether it’s good or bad, and so much of that ties into his self-identity. 

This is what Adrian is banking on. This is what Slade was banking on. (pleasebehissonadrianthatwouldbeamazing)

Part of this season’s journey is Oliver realizing that he is the hero - all of him. It’s not just Oliver Queen, it’s not just the Mayor, it’s not just the Green Arrow, it’s not just a brother, a son, a father, a friend, a significant other, etc. It’s all of it and all of that is tied into who he is at the core. His success and his failures have all been contingent on his ability to separate himself, to adapt to certain situations, to be the “right” person in any given situation. But there’s always something missing, because it’s not all of him.

So when he is presented with the final question - what is left now that Oliver Queen has lost everything?

HE IS. 

It’s the final piece that needs to shift into place in his mind, in order for him to reach that full realization of who he is. (Or at the very least setting him down this very new path that we’ll see in Season 6.)

It’s also why he will finally come out as the Green Arrow because it will no longer be a separate part of him - it’s who he is, just as much as being the mayor, as being a lover, friend, brother, father, etc. He’s all of those things, and he needs to be pushed to the point where he loses everything before he realizes that, before he can stand up and fight not only for himself (finally) but for his loved ones, for his friends, for his city.

Felicity is the obvious linchpin here, which makes her journey so much more fabulous: she’s going into darkness in order to save him, but he needs to lose her before he can be the person who will be able to fully bring her back from that darkness. (The same that she did for him. She will save herself in many instances, I am about 100% certain of that, but there is also that point where you need that final push - she’s done that for Oliver countless times, and now it’s his turn to do that for her.)

5x16 just left me with a lot of feelings, and Josh Segarra’s amazing performance as Adrian Chase is really what shoved me face-first into them.

He’s going to rip Oliver’s life to shreds and he’s going to succeed, because it’s personal, because he knows Oliver, because he knows what it’s like to lose everything.

Except he didn’t realize one thing: Oliver has already gone through several variations of hell, both at his own hands and at others’, and he’s learning from it each and every single time (whether he actively realizes it or not). 

If Adrian had come after him even one season ago, he would have absolutely fallen. But he won’t now. Because Oliver’s journey is learning the light is inside him, and it has been this entire time, and it’s only when he fully realizes that that he can be and do everything he is meant to.

5x16 really turned the tables for me, I wasn’t feeling everything I wanted, and now I’m suddenly really excited to see what happens next! (And I want to high five Josh Segarra because a lot of it is a result of his amazeballs performance!)

Happy Ending For The Queens 1/6: The twin sons of Queen Katherine & King Henry are born in 1509 to great and lasting joy. Prince Henry & Prince William are followed by Prince Edward in 1510 and the Princess Mary in 1516. Queen Katherine lives to see her oldest son take the throne and the birth of all of her grandchildren.

So imagine if instead of being notorious criminal overlords the FAHC were that one group of disgruntled office employees quietly sticking it to the man through petty theft, mild property damage and passive aggressive notes.

Geoff as the totally disenfranchised manager, who hates his cohort and higher ups more than any of his underlings could manage, constantly muttering insults about everyone under his breath and watching the clock tick the day away. He has somehow, very much unwillingly, managed to accidentally start collecting a little group of equally resentful coworkers to complain to and plan tiny little revolts with.  

Michael and Jeremy as workerbees under Geoff, who sit in neighbouring cubicles and spend most of their days complaining to each other about this nightmare office and coming up with excuses to call Gavin up to hang out with them. Together they play really petty little tricks on one of the managers who always screams at everyone, and when Geoff catches them at it one day they think they are done for. Jeremy sees his life flash before his eyes, Michael is halfway through fantasising about flipping some desks on his way out, but Geoff just makes a suggestion, tells them last week’s efforts were much more impressive, and goes about his way. From that point on he really can’t get rid of the two of them.

Gavin as IT’s wonderchild- there isn’t a piece of hardware he can’t coax into working or any kind of software he can’t navigate in his sleep. That’s really the only reason he hasn’t been fired a million times over, what with the way he ignores clothing standards (except for on  his inexplicable ‘Fancy Fridays’), rarely bothers with appropriately respectful deference, spends way too much of his time hanging out at Michael’s desk and keeps breaking into peoples accounts and leaving juvenile jokes and embarrassing viruses. But he’s just so damn good, and the fact that the terrifying head of IT has a huge soft spot for him doesn’t hurt.  

Ryan as the head of the IT department who almost everyone is legitimately scared of. Who likes the computers much more than the idiots who insists on breaking them, glowers at everyone who brings him their stupid problems and is way more built than any tech nerd has any right to be. Ryan makes the whole group amusingly nervous at first, he and Geoff have a whole infamous history complete with a public screaming match over an unrecoverable destroyed hard-drive after all, but Gavin drags him along to enough lunches for everyone to see he’s mostly just a very cranky marshmallow.

Jack who works in human resources and used to be so optimistic, legitimately trying to improve everyone’s experience before slowly getting crushed under the growing hatred for the business. Jack who knows exactly who is responsible for the near daily complaints their office receives about anonymous troublemakers but is just as exasperated with the management as everyone else so helps keep them all out of trouble.  

They take their lunches together, occasionally joined by Lindsay from administration and, strangely enough, two members of office security, Matt and Trevor. They make a pretty motley crew; half unnaturally peppy, half perpetually angry rainclouds, sharing each others misery and covertly planning their next big rebellion. Stealing stationary and packed lunches, spiking the punch at office parties, sabotaging the photocopier, posting embarrassing google histories, accidentally uncovering their bosses’ shady white collar dealings and making off with millions of dollars in stolen money. Wait, what?

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more of the Lust!Roy au! (now called the Lustang au courtesy of @iyazo because i cant believe i didnt think of it earlier)

this au has gotten a lot of surprisingly positive feedback, and so quickly too!! thank yall so much, the sweet tags have been makin me weep :’D

Listen To Me

Summary:  You stay in your room when the Saviors come, only to be surprised that the one Savior you’re trying to avoid comes to see you.  Smutty threesome with Negan and Rick

Category:  Negan X Reader X Rick 

Warnings:  Non-con, SMUT, NSFW,  things that happen in a threesome 

A/N:  This is the first threesome I ever wrote.  I think it might have gotten a little long.  I wanted to write it for Valentine’s Day.  If there’s enough interest I might develop this into a bigger arc.  

Tags: @theonethatgotaway213 @megandrawsspace @marauderice @kellyn1604 @idonthavehusbandsihavelovers @unicorn-blood-splatter


               The pages might as well have been blank.  You sat crossed legged on the bed trying your hardest to focus on the book, but your eyes kept darting towards the window. The Saviors were out there.  They came for their pick up early and Rick had rushed down to meet them.

               You glanced at the empty space in the bed next to you.  Rick was lying there only a few minutes ago, taking a much deserved rest.  You hated the amount of stress he was under and tried your best to be the caring, understanding girlfriend he needed.  You sigh, feeling a bit ashamed that you’re not by his side now.  

               Negan scared you too much.  You wanted to stand proud next to your man, but the way the Savior’s leader stared at you made you too uncomfortable. The last time he cracked a joke about taking you home and making you one of his wives.  At least you thought it was a joke.  

               Your eyes move towards the window again and you debate on standing up and taking a peek outside.  The image of the dark haired man with his baseball bat sends a shiver down your spine.  Of course the devil would be gorgeous.  That was the way the world worked now.  

               The door to your room opened and you jumped up, sliding to the edge of the bed.  Rick appeared, with his eyes fixed to the ground.  

               “That was quick.”  You rose and walked towards him. “Was it smooth this time?”

               “No Doll.”  A hand grabs the end of the door and pushes it all the way open. “I’m never quick and things are always rocky around here.”

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I would really love for people to listen to detransitioned women and not immediately assume we’re “TERFs” and just yell about that to shut us up. My personal experience has no agenda. It exists, whether anybody likes it or not, and whether I like it or not, for that matter. I’m a real person who went through a real thing that changed my life and my outlook on that life forever. No amount of strawmen or wishful thinking will change that. I have nothing but empathy for trans people, and tbh people in general. I’m not a confrontational person and I know that there is every chance I am wrong about a lot of things. I literally just want to go into the “detransition” tag and not feel like I’ve been punched in the stomach.

Detransitioned women, I think, as a group, have been through enough. We’re not the enemy.

I have no enough words to describe how thankful I am, you’re all great but I think this is going to be the last give away in a while, and I want to do give you something interesting.

The rules are simple;

- Must be following before I posted this.
- Reblogs & likes count as 2 entries, if you’re a sideblog please write it on tags when reblogging.
- No personal blogs/giveaway blogs.


The reward;

- A detailed picture of your FAVORITE SHIP, knees up full detail & background included.
-Must be Valentine’s themed, SFW only.
- Canon x Oc are allowed but if I don’t feel comfortable or you don’t have enough references you’ll must to pick something else.


End date; February 13th, 2017.