i thought i was a disgrace

every time my team loses badly my immediate reaction is going back through my entire day to try to figure out what I personally did to jinx them

so, my buddy littledivinity and i have been talking beauty & the beast a lot, because ‘tis the season, and we somehow stumbled upon the idea of the story being told about a middle aged belle and the beast instead of youngins, and how that would make the story even more resonant.

and then just now i randomly thought, “what if nicole kidman and ewan mcgregor starred in such a film?”, because my soul needs nicole kidman and ewan mcgregor to fall in love again on a movie screen like it needs few other things in this life. plus, you know, musical, bright colors, awesomeness, hurrah!

and then i thought, ‘but wait, actually, what i really want in this life, even more than brightly colored musicals, is more lowkey and lovely fairytale movies like exquisite and incomparable 1998 masterpiece ever after

and just picture it!

nicole kidman is the longtime spinster school teacher who lives in a quaint vaguely magical 19th century-esque country village, but she’s a badass teacher who exposes her students to different philosophies of thought and probably takes them outside for nature studies and calisthenics. (so, basically, miss stacy from anne of green gables.) the school board hates her, probably, and is very suspicious of what kind of IDEAS she’s filling the local kids’ heads with (why does she keep saying it’s okay for girls not to want to be wives and mothers, or that it’s all right for boys to cry???? is it possible that she is A WITCH???), but her parents were very well regarded in the town when they were still alive and so that bought her some respect for awhile. but there’s a new fancy schmancy family with school aged kids in town, and they’re extremely disapproving of miss nicole, and trying to find a way to oust her as schoolteacher and replace her with a man who is probably very similar in temperament to mr. collins from pride & prejudice. a man who will put patriarchal gender roles back into childhood education!

meanwhile, ewan mcgregor is a grumpy old hermit duke or something who once had great wealth and privilege but has fallen into disrepair. maybe someone cursed (magically? complicated vengeance-ly, a la the count of monte cristo? who knows) his family long ago due to their shady rich people business dealings, and his father killed himself to escape the scandal and his mother died of heartbreak and his fiancee who he thought loved him steadfastly dumped him to marry another, and now ewan’s the last surviving member of his once-great family and he just lives alone this grand old manor house that has gone totally to seed. he isn’t an actual beast, because it seems like in this day and age that’s going to require levels of CGI that my quaint b&tb retelling movie just don’t need, but let’s say that he’s quite unshaven and dirty and generally off-putting and he sometimes ventures out into the forest that separates his estate from the village, but is never seen actually frequenting the village. there are abundant rumors that the forest and manor house are haunted by a beast/ghost/warlock/vampire (how does he SURVIVE if he doesn’t come to the weekly market for food???), and everyone knows you don’t go there. also, people like to gossip a ton about his family and the scandal even though it was decades ago and they all dead. because people suck.

so one night, some of nicole’s rowdy teen pupils maybe steal some wine from one of their parents’ liquor cabinets and venture into the woods and dare each other to go past the gate of his manor house, and he catches them at it and gets HELLA PISSED @ THESE UPPITY HOOLIGANS INVADING HIS PROPERTY. kids today!!!!!!!!! he probably locks them in the stables so he can deliver them a 5 hour lecture on why they suck, and also why all of humanity sucks. which isn’t the worst fate ever, but, like, he kind of looks like a straight up crazy ax murderer (crazy hair! crazy beard! tattered clothes! definitely hasn’t bathed this month!!!), so there’s some serious panic in the hearts of these kids.

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Blarkes are like “No bellarke shit kiss, no show! We’ll riot (ง'̀-'́)ง “

And I’m like, there hasn’t been a show since March 3rd 2016 tf are they talking about Lmao I thought the show “isn’t about relationships”, I thought rioting was “disgraceful and only hurts the cast because they’ll never find work again, be homeless and starve” Lol Now their hypocritical delusional asses are begging for a kiss by making threats… didn’t they boycott the start of S3 because “leaks” confirmed canon Clexa, but they couldn’t even make a dent in the ratings since Clexakru carried the show then… no one cares about pathetic blarkes making threats and demands trying to force the shit ship down everyone’s throats lmao

Green eyes meet blue and kiss

Originally posted by cupcakeshit

Space met earth and kissed…

Enemies to soulmates kiss…

Originally posted by sanversual

Heda and Wanheda kissing… 

So great that Clexa was actually romantic and a canon soulmates ship that shared multiple kisses, admission of love, and passionate love making <3

Newcomers Pt 7

The Benemar swarmed across Terra almost completely unchecked, their sheer numbers and the suddenness of their attack meant the Humans were unprepared for such and assault and even though their orbital defence platforms reaped a bloody toll on their attackers the Benemar overwhelmed them. Still the Humans fought, determined to make the Benemar pay in blood for every inch of Terran soil they took and for every Human they killed the Benemar would loose a hundred of their warriors.

The Benemar focused their assault on the heavily populated area with little military presence, the bombardment form space alone killed millions before they even began landing their warriors to begin culling the population. But as the attack went on the Humans were able to mobilize more of their assets and the Benemar’s advance began to slow. But they were still heavily outnumbered and out gunned, stalling is all the Human generals could really do.

High Chieftain Veetop sat upon his throne overlooking the planet below and watched it burn, it was as he thought, the Humans were weak and they ran from his armies and screamed as they were slaughtered. He wished he was down there but he had lost the bought with High Chieftain Beeqol so he was resigned to command the fleet.

The now slave Goolack was chained to his throne naked and forced to watch as his own warriors were now under the command of his rivals, his entire clan had been disgraced and disbanded but still he kept up the pretence that this will end badly for the Benemar.

“I wonder what Human slaves are like? I look forward to beating them into submission” High Chieftain Veetop said to himself, so far no Humans had been captured but there was still time, they had a number of outlining worlds and there were still billions left on their homeworld.

“They will not submit” Goolack said.

“Silence! You lost your right to ever speak again” he shouted hitting him.

“I shall show you how Benemar live, we do not let other races oppose us us, we conquer them!”

General Patton command the Terran defence force from an underground bunker hidden in the Antarctic, here he had access to the entire planets forces and his commanders and the picture was looking bleak at first look. But he had a plan and soon enough all the pieces would be in place, all that was needed was his reinforcements. He just hoped they would get there in time.

Outside the solar system the 8th army arrived and joined the task force that was gathering just outside of scanning range. Admiral Winston had wanted to attack the moment he arrived but General Patton had told him to wait, his captains were also getting impatient as the longer they waited to more people died.

“Are we really just going to wait here sir” Captain Clerk asked.

“Those are our orders, general Patton has superiority as he is the acting supreme commander and has some sort of plan in place” The Admiral replied and his tone betrayed that he did not like waiting either.

“But the longer we wait the more innocent people are dying!” Captain Kiev objected his thick Russian accent putting heavy meaning on his words.

“Do we at least know the situation on the ground sir?” Captain Williams asked polity.

“We know is the Benemar have landed close to 12 million troops but the figure may be more-”

“12 million!! There was only a fraction of the defence force on the planet” Kieve interrupted.

“Yes Captain and I would prefer if you did not interrupt me again” Admiral Winston said getting to his feet.

“Sorry sir”

“It’s all right, I understand your frustration but as I was saying because of the large number of enemy troops our forces have fallen back to more defensible positions but we have strongholds on all major continents”

The captains all fell silent, they had no choice but to wait and have faith in their comrades on Terra to hold the line.

General Patton held on tight as another bomb landed on the surface above, somehow the Benemar had found his bunker and were trying to dig him out, the intent was to cut off the head and body will die.

“Put me through to the enemy fleet, I think it’s we had a chat”

“Yes General” answered a com operator and he gave the thumbs up when the connection was made.

“This is General Abraham Patton of the Terran defence force”

The main monitor then shifted to show the bridge of the Benemar flagship, it was a dark and horrid place but sitting in his throne was the Benemar High Chieftain Veetop looking very pleased with himself.

“Ah General have you reconsidered my offer for your surrender?” he growled grinning all across his face.

“Actually I was going to ask if you wanted to surrender” he countered as another bomb hit.

High Chieftain Veetop gave a throaty laugh that almost sounded like he was going to choke and spat on the Benemar chained to his throne.

“Me? Surrender? Have you gone mad with fear Human”

“You really don’t understand us at all do you?”

“I understand enough that your kind are weak and cowards, your world burns before me, your people are being enslaved and if you think I am going to surrender then you are clearly mad”

General Patton smiled “I guess then that your answer is no?”


“Good” Patton cut the link and was put through to Admiral Winston.

“Admiral, you may begin your attack now, we are ready”

“About time!”

Patton smiled at his friends eagerness to get into the fighting and turned to his operators. “Are all systems ready?”

“Yes General, all platforms are powered and awaiting your order”

“Good, deploy the orbital guns and order the counter attack”

All across the planet the Humans suddenly stopped retreating and turned and fought back with every ounce of strength they could, all Benemar fronts began to encounter series resistance and could no longer advance. This sudden change In the Humans manner caught them of guard and many began falling back. But that was not all, underground and hidden from both scanners and prying eyes were huge bases, the ground parted to allow a cannon the size of a skyscraper to emerge and point up at the Benemar fleet above the planet.

“European gun ready”

“Mediterranean gun ready”

“Middle eastern gun ready”

“West and eastern Russian guns ready”

“Asian guns ready”

“Pacific guns ready”

“North and south American guns ready”

“African guns ready”

“All guns are deployed and ready to fire general”

General Patton gave a toothy smile as he imagined the Benemar’s faces at the sudden appearance of these weapons, they had no idea what was coming. He gave a single order.


The guns recoil was massive but was built to withstand it, but the earth around it was kicked up and sent anything close by flying as the immense power created it’s own shock wave. They were fast to reload too and could fire a single shell every ten seconds.

“High Chief we are detecting in coming fore from the surface”

“Impossible, no gun has the power to fire from the surface of a planet”

Just as he finished speaking one of the shells struck his ship, it was only a glancing hit but it destroyed a third of their port side guns, but the shell did not stop it continued on and struck and destroyed a cruiser that was close by the flagship.

The entire Benemar fleet came under fire, with thousands of ships in orbit it was impossible for the Humans to miss even if they tried, the Benemar captains panicked and tried to avoid this incoming fire but in the confusion they collided with each other.

“High Chieftain, we are being torn to shreds we must withdraw”

“I told you this was going to happen” Goolack laughed and was quickly shot by the High Chieftain.

“Pull the fleet back out of range!”

“More ships have appeared behind us!”

“Who’s!!!” he demanded to know as if he did not already know.

“Its the Humans”

“How many?!”

The Benemar sensor operator did not respond.

“I asked you how many?!”

The operator slowly turned “2064”

High Chieftain Veetop froze, that was almost the number of fleets in the entire Benemar fleet, and he only had half it under his command. “Get me High Chieftain Beeqol!”

“I can’t he’s dead, all of our forces are being overrun or are in retreat order is breaking down”

Veetop screamed in frustration.

Admiral Winston stood on his bridge watching the main monitor and the Benemar fleet desperately trying to get out of range of the orbital guns, he grinned as he saw what Patton was planning. The catch them between a rock and hard place.

“All ships, target the Benemar forces and engage on my command”

He quickly got his confirmations from his captains.

“2nd army fleet The Barons reporting ready”

“8th army fleet The Desert Rats ready”

“9th army fleet The Heavens Wrath ready”

In total there were 12 fleets in this task force under Admiral Winston and like Patton he gave one order.


If the fire from the planet was considered bad the fore from the fleet was catastrophic, the two points of fore tore the Benemar ships apart, those that were not destroyed by the opening barrage tried to make a run for it past the Human fleet. They too were shredded under multiple broadsides and their escape pods destroyed, there were to be no survivors.

The battle engagement last only a few scant hours but int hat time, close to 50 million Benemar were dead…none had been able to escape and no word got back to heir home world of what had happened.

“Your timing is excellent as always Admiral” Patton congratulated.

“As is your planning, well done”

“So I guess your men will need some rest?”

“Oh no, we have been attacked and this is a declaration of war” Admiral Winston grinned,

“To the Benemar homeworld then?” General Patton said.

“To the Benemar homeworld”

Bento Prime satellites detected incoming ships and rejoiced at the returning of their fleet, they prepared to welcome home their conquering hero’s

Bruce's Will

The batkids find Bruce’s will one day and read it to see what they’re going to get when he dies. Dick is all “Cool, I get to be Batman again!” Tim is pleased to get the entire Wayne Enterprises corporation. Jason is psyched about getting the entire Justice League, Barbara gets leadership of Batman Incorporated, Cass gets all his trophies and the batcopter, and Damian gets the rest, which would be the manor, any of the other properties Bruce owns, most of his money, etc. And then Stephanie eagerly scans the will for her name, excited to see how much money she’s going to get, when…  

“BRUUUUUUCE!!!” She stomps angrily upstairs into Bruce’s study, screaming at the top of her lungs. She marches into the study and slams the door open loudly, Tim at her heels. “I’M NOT IN YOUR WILL????”

Bruce looks up, surprised. “Excuse me?" 

Stephanie stomps over, shoving the will in his face and screaming, "I THOUGHT I WAS YOUR HONORARY CHILD!!! I THOUGHT WE WERE FAMILY, AND YOU GO AHEAD AND DISGRACE ME LIKE THIS???" 

Tim tries to calm her down. "Stephanie, sweetie, I think you’re overreacting-" 


Bruce crosses his legs calmly, ignoring Tim’s frantic hand motions behind Steph’s back. "Stephanie, you do realize I’m not your actual father, right?" 


Bruce sighs and massages his temples. "Fine fine fine, I’ll put you in the will you little banshee." 

”…Wait, seriously? Well that was easy. Okay, I want the Batcave.“ 

"That goes to Dick." 

"Oh. Fine then, I want Alfred." 

"He’s a person??" 

*huffs* "Well, what can I have then?" 

Bruce looks around the study until his eyes land on a lamp in the corner. "Uh… I can give you this lamp, I guess?" 

There’s a beat of silence as Steph stares at the lamp before finally grinning and shaking Bruce’s hand. "I’ll take it!" 

She happily skips out of the study with Tim in tow, leaving a starstruck Bruce behind them. "And that, Timmy my dear, is how you negotiate. Can’t wait until that old bastard dies and that lamp is mine!" 

"Um, Steph, you do know that’s just a dusty $20 lamp he bought on sale from Walmart, right?" 

"It’s the symbolism that counts, honey." 

I will love you until we turn to stardust,
And even then, I’m sure our orbits will cross
May the universe, the gods and the mortals judge in disgust
I can still feel your touch, fresh like that sea moss,
When the light still shone and the waves of the ocean
Planted summer kisses on your neck.
No, but darling you are more like a mountain,
Majestic, mysterious, but all I could see
You were drowning in oceans
And I couldn’t set you free.
My heart is still pounding, my eyes are ablaze
The love of our fire is coldly disgraced.
I hope you remember that cool summer air
When we sat by the sea moss, kissing with flair.

Usually I prefer the anime over the manga, but I just LOVE this moment!

The priests and Bakura are going all out in their battle, but Atem doesn’t pay any attention to it. He just walks over and pushes Bakura, to his father’s body. It makes you wonder how much Atem thought about his own family after being revived. And now to see his father dead, and his body being disgraced by  Bakura. It’s a lot to take in.

It doesn’t matter what Bakura said about him, about the Millennium Items. This is Atem’s father. And even without his memories, he can still feel his father’s love.

Every Second of Everyday (Dan Howell x Reader)

Originally posted by shinyphan

Hey guys! I’m finally on break and finals are over! (thank lord jesus) so now I will be posting a lot more than I have been so I hope you enjoy and happy holidays!

xxx Megan


Dan’s POV

 I miss her every second of everyday. I can’t help but wonder what she is doing and most nights I end up punching a pillow or screaming at the top of my lungs thinking about how I treated her. Thinking about how she left one night in tears. Thinking about the disgusting words that left my mouth that I would constantly throw her way. Guilt couldn’t even begin to describe the feeling that was devouring me when I thought about the fear in her eyes every time we were argue. 

 Y/N had left 2 years ago. I could never blame her though. I treated her with such disgrace and constantly regret everything I did to her. At first we were fine, an average happy couple, but then my career exploded and stress was running my life. And unfortunately I would take out all my stress and anger on her. Every night we bickered about something for a good 3 months. Then the bickering formed into top of the lungs screaming at each other until one of us ended in tear or had lost the will to fight anymore. The worst part is she was the one who stopped almost every single time. She was the one trying to desperately fix us and put us back together. And me being the dick I was just decided to ignore her and push her even farther. The night I came home and saw our bedroom only filled with my stuff didn’t surprise me at all. Hell I wasn’t even upset. That was until about a month later where I found the letter in her old underwear drawer.


 I bet you will either throw this in the bin, set it on fire or not even bother to read it but yet here I am writing it anyway. I’m tired. Dan I’m so tired of you complaining about shit and not even realize that the most important thing was broken. Dan Howell I love you so much and I feel like I always will but you are not willing to fight for the most valuable thing in my life. Us. If you’re not going to try to fight then I guess I should just give up too. I know it’s a shitty thing to just pack up and leave but I was already bawling writing this and I have to leave. If I talk to you in person you will make me stay and I can’t keep doing this. We’re broken. I’m broken. I’m done and so is our relationship. I can’t say I wouldn’t miss you holding me or kissing me or even looking at me cause we both know I’d be lying but I am doing this for you. You’re obviously caught up in work right now and I know how much stress and frustration you have bottled up and I know I’m just an obstacle in the way. I love you so much baby and I hope you have a good life without me getting in the way.

xxx Y/n

 I punched a hole in my wall that day. Anger filled my veins at the thought of her crying over an asshole like me, making her think she was justing getting in the way of my life. I loved her with everything I had and still do and yet I left her feeling broken and worthless. I miss her every second of every day. 

 I was currently laying in my bed, alone, staring at a picture of a beautiful couple. It was a tall, dark haired boy smiling down at a perfect girl with y/h/c. He gazed at her lovingly as her eyes were squeezed shut with a wide opened mouth on her face laughing at a dorky joke the boy had tolded her moments before. This was my favorite picture of us. We both looked so innocent and in love. So happy. My thoughts were interrupted as there was knock on my bedroom door.

 “Dan?” I heard Phil questioned on the other side of the door.

 “Yes?” I spoke weakly as I heard the door creak slightly. I heard a sigh escape his lips ashe walked over to me removing the photo from my hands.

 “Still thinking about y/n?” He spoke quietly as I nodded slightly. He frowned slightly looking at the picture shaking his head slightly. Y/n and Phil were so close when we were dating. Besides me she would tell Phil everything but since the letter neither of us had seen her. 2 years she had walked out of our lives and yet both of us remember it like it was just yesterday. Phil shook his head setting the frame down as he gave me a small smile. “Wanna go to the store with me? Get your head off things?” Nothing could make me stop thinking about her. 

 “Sure Phil.” I smiled slightly as I sat up from the bed.

Your POV

 I strolled down aisle 3 searching for eggs. pushing my cart slowly.  My eyes scanned as I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I grabbed it quickly answering the phone call, not glancing at the caller ID already knowing who was calling. 

 “Hi honey.” I spoke still looking for the eggs.

 “WHERE ARE YOU?” His phone boomed through the phone causing me to wince slightly

 “A-at the store. We ran out of eggs and the recipe calls for 2…”

 “You knew all my colleagues were coming over at 7 and I told you to have dinner ready by then!” Ryan’s voice was demanding and loud as I reached down finally finding a carton of eggs.

 “All of it’s done except for the cake you specifically asked for!” I spoke harshly into the phone setting the cartons in the cart.

 “Don’t you dare use that tone with me young lady.” He hushed into the phone causing me to roll my eyes.

 “Okay Dad I’m gonna go now see you at home.” I hung up before he could say anything else. Ryan was my fiance, a well paid, intelligent doctor who thinks he is better than anyone who is younger or earns less money than him. Me being 2 years younger and a mediocre photographer makes him feel twice as powerful towards me. We had been dating for a year and a half and to say we weren’t in love with each other is an understatement. The only reason we were getting married was because his parents loved me and told him to “claim me”. Being the suck up he is of course he proposed. And me being the most awkward person just happened to say yes. I was so busy trying to place my phone back in my pocket I didn’t realize I was walking I ran face first into someone’s chest.

 “Sorry about that love.” A thick british accent spoke causing my breath to hitch. I’d know that voice anywhere. 

 I lifted my head up slightly to look at the stranger’s face as I met a pair of two familiar brown eyes.


Dan’s POV

 “D-Dan?” Her voice squeaked out causing me to freeze. It was her. Here. RIght in front of me.

 “Y-n?” She gave me a polite smile as she looked down at her feet, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, biting her lip, like she always did when she was nervous. I just wanted to pull her lip from her teeth and kiss her. But I’ll I could do was shuffle awkwardly and place my hands in my pockets.

 “H-how you been?” She asked quietly as her beautiful y/e/c eyes met mine once again.

 “I’ve been better…” I gulped as I saw a streak of guilt fill her eyes. “How about you? How are your photos doing?” She smiled slightly as she nodded slightly.

 “I finally got a job. Somebody saw one of the pictures and fell in love with it so they asked me to join their company.” I grinned at her happily. She had always been struggling trying to get her dream job but I had always told her she could do it. That was until all we did was fight…

 “See! I told you you could do it!” I spoke happily causing her to giggle. Oh how I had missed that sound. “What picture was it?” I saw her face freeze before she whispered 

 “The one of you and I…” I opened my mouth to speak when I heard another voice chime in.

 “Dan I found the… y/n?!” I heard y/n squeal as I saw her jump into Phil’s arms


 I felt a pain in my heart as I watched them hug before she pulled away. Phil looked at her gleaming as he suddenly noticed something that I hadn’t.

 “Are you engaged…?” My eyes immediately darted to her left ring finger where a sparkling diamond ring sat. No. I thought to myself. She can’t be. That should be MY engagment for her. I felt my heart physically break as nausea took over my stomach as I saw her nod slowly. She looked down at her finger before looking up to meet Phil’s gaze again. I felt my eyes become glossy as I looked down at my shoes rapidly blinking trying to keep from crying. Phil seemed to notice my pain as he quickly spoke up. 

 “Congratulations! Well Dan and I should be headed out. We have a bunch of editing to do tonight and we have to watch some new anime episodes as such.” I looked up to see y/n gazing at me sadly as she nodded understandingly. She pulled Phil into another tight hug before turning to me and opening her arms slightly. I wrapped my arms around her petite figure as she hugged me tightly. Her vanilla perfume filled my nostrils as she squeezed me tightly. She pulled away slightly before waving a small wave smiling a little. 

 “Bye guys.” Her sweet voice filled my ears one last time before I saw her turn and continue walking the opposite way. I felt a small tear fall from my eye as Phil placed a hand on my shoulder squeezing in reassurance. 

 “I’m sorry Dan….” He spoke softly causing me to shake my head and wipe my tears.

 “Don’t be…” I spoke, “I’m the one who left her go…”

Your POV

 The radio quietly played in the background as I drove to Ryan and I’s apartment. My mind screaming Dan’s name over and over again. I had never gotten over him and the disappointment in his eyes when finding out I was engaged broke my heart. As I pulled into the parking lot of the apartments I felt my mind become cloudy when I tried to think about why I was with Ryan and not Dan. Dan and I had so much in common while Ryan and I were polar opposites. Ryan didn’t have the sense of humor like Dan did. Ryan didn’t care for me like Dan did. And even though all Dan and I did was fight and bicker, at the end of the day, I didn’t love Ryan the way I loved Dan. I carried the bags of ingredients up to the apartment where I opened the door to reveal multiple doctors and nurses filling up the living room. Sophisticated conversations were being spoken as laughter filled the room. I dropped the bags on the table causing a few to glance over at me and Ryan to notice my arrival.

 “Took you long another! Everyone I would like to introduce you to my friend y/n!” I stared at him blankly

 “Fiance.” I spoke angrily only causing Ryan to roll his eyes and nod softly before grunting out 

 “Yes… my future wife.” I scoffed before turning back to unload the bags when something caught my eye. The walls were empty. Nothing was hung or displayed on any wall of the house,

 “Ryan!” I spoke loudly over the voices making everyone go silent and turn their attention towards me once again.  

 “What?!” He spoke harshly, obviously annoyed by me interrupting his company for a second time.

 “Where did my pictures go?”

 “What pictures?”  


 A snotty brunette then piped up.

 “Job? Ryan I thought you said she was a lawyer not a picture taker.”

 “Photographer.” I gritted my teeth trying to calm my anger before turning my attention back to Ryan. “First you don’t want to announce me as your fiance and now you’re embarrassed by my job?!” I shrieked angrily as Ryan just chuckled. 

 “Y/n, I have a very important job and so do all these people. I didn’t feel telling them about your hobbies.” I felt my blood boil as he spoke.

 “Well you know what. I’m sorry I didn’t graduate from a fancy college with a perfect GPA. I’m sorry I don’t make as much money as all of your “perfect” friends but I’m not fucking sorry for who I am or what I enjoy doing. I like my “unimportant” job thank you and I know lots of people who support me.”

 “Oh yeah like who?” 

 “Like Dan…” 

 “Seriously y/n?! You’re bringing up that loser again! He doesn’t do anything either. Worthless piece of….”

 “Don’t you dare finish that sentence Ryan…” I spoke in a low, demanding voice. “Plus I know one thing Dan has that you will never EVER get.”

 “Oh yeah what’s that?”

 I looked down at my ring before sliding it off my finger and slamming it on the table “My heart.”

 “Y/n you’re gonna regret this…” I shook my head staring at him dead in the eye

 “Actually this is the best decision I’ve ever made. Have fun at your fucking party Ryan.” I pushed through the crowd grabbing my keys and open the door as I hear Ryan call from behind me.

 “You walked out that door y/n you can never come back. Do you hear me?! You can just send someone to get all your shit.” I stopped dead in my tracks before calling back.

 “Gigi will be here tomorrow to pick it up.” As I walked out slamming the door. I quickly rushed down the stairs as I reached my car hopping in and rushing down the street driving to the first place that popped into my head…

Dan’s POV

 “Phil make some popcorn!” I shouted from the living room as I searched through the TV for the episode we were gonna watch when I was interrupted by a knock at the door. Who would be delivering something at this hour I thought as I slowly stood up and walked down the stairs. I reached the door unlocking it slowly to be met with a petite girl. Tears filled her y/e/c eyes as her y/h/c hair was tangled slightly. I opened my mouth slightly as I stared at her standing at my door. I never thought I would something as beautiful as this moment. Even with her ratty hair and her makeup slightly smudged under her eyes she still managed to be the most breathtaking thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. I felt a smirk creep on my lips before I let out one of my remarks trying to lighten the mood.

 “Long time no see.” She giggled under her breath before I heard her mumble.

 “God I’ve missed you.” Before I could respond I felt her grab my shirt and tug me toward her. I felt her moist lips connected with my slightly chapped lips as the taste of her cherry chapstick invade my mouth. My hands found her waist as I tugged her inside with my closing the door by pushing her back against it. I tugged on her bottom lip as I pulled away smiling. She giggled resting her forehead on mine as I whispered.

 “I thought you were engaged?”

 “I was.” I grinned before reconnecting our lips

 I missed her every second of everyday. That was until she was mine again. I ended up marrying that girl. To ensure, that I wouldn’t have to miss her anymore.

I think you find heaven in me too often
where hell resides.
You’re finding beauty in my pain,
but when the tears fall
you can’t even look me in the face.

I think I thought it would be different this time.
Maybe the fire would be tamed,
maybe things wouldn’t live in this dark place
but I’ve fallen flat in a disgrace.

If this is a race
I’ve fallen behind.
If you search for salvation in me,
if I pray to you,
we’ll both fall to our knees.
Tempting God, a repeat of history.

I think maybe we better shut the lights off
and look away.
If your hands find me in the dark,
I’ll shy away.
If my fingers brush your skin,
you’ll scream in pain.

In these circles of hell,
things remain this way.
Until one of us changes,
until one of us breaks.
But we’ll continue to play this game anyway.

Thank you, all 514 of you 

Okay, sooo this took way too long because I literally procrastinate procrastinating and I’m sorry for being like this. Anyways, From the moment I saw this dress I thought someone needs to make it plaid, turns out I made it :) I’m so happy to share this with you since it turned out pretty amazing :)
Big thank you to @youraveragehedgehog for testing these

  • Credits to @blogsimplesimmer for making this beautiful Reagan Dress (v1)
  • Mesh is not included
  • 17 patterns with black and white sleeves (that’s 34 in total)
  • Message if there is something wrong/you have a question


!Please do not reupload/claim as your own!

Castiel Novak: Tomb Raider

Castiel Novak: Tomb Raider by emwebb17
Rating: M/light NC-17
Word Count: 51,700
Summary: When disgraced archaeologist Dean Winchester goes missing, his brother hires survivalist Castiel Novak to track him down. With only Dean’s notes and journal to guide him, Castiel follows Dean’s trail across the globe, discovering long lost treasures and clues leading to the mythical Godland. As Castiel learns more about his target, he starts to develop feelings for a man he’s never even met. Now all he has to do is find him.

Adventure, discovery and mystery shape this amazing tale that defies tagging. When I first took a peek at AO3, I thought - Gee, looks like the author wants to keep us in suspense. Then after I finished this engaging story and tried to tag it, I understood her dilemma! This story defies tagging, in part because like Castiel’s quest to find Dean and Dean’s obsession with finding the Godland, it is all about the journey and not the destination. And it is one helluva a journey.

We start in a cafe in Austin, Tx where Castiel is tasked by a desperate Sam to find his missing brother. Through careful sleuthing and high adventure, Cas uses Dean’s journal and research notes to unravel the mystery of the Enochians and their lost civilization, enabling him to retrace Dean’s steps and hopefully find the missing archeologist. Even though we don’t meet Dean in the flesh until very late in the story, his journal entries make it seem like he is standing right there. The author’s research is epic - I was compelled to look at google maps just to see what she described!!! There are some pretty wild and surreal twists but damn, it was a fun ride!

If you enjoyed the fic, please drop by the archive (AO3) and let the author know with your comments and/or kudos!

He’s Mine

A/n: Ive seen a lot of people requesting FP Jones.. so here goes.

wordcount: 1.4k 

Summary: Older sister of Cheryl Blossom is caught is caught with her much older boyfriend.

Excitement was something I lived for. I loved the rush of adrenaline I got whenever I was with him. I don’t know if it was because I knew what I was doing was wrong,in some peoples eyes. But that didn’t make us stop. He liked it just as much as I did.

I first met FP at the Whyte Worm, when a couple of friends decided to sneak in and try and get served some drinks before going to party. I noticed him staring at me from across the room and the rest is history.

Thornhill was somewhere I always felt trapped. My parents never really appreciated me as a child, it was always about the twins and their accomplishments, so when Jason was killed, I was brushed further under the carpet, while everyone catered to his mourning twin. The only person that was there for me was FP. He comforted me in ways no-one else could.

It was like any other time that FP and I were hanging out. I’d received a text message from him asking me to come over. I tuck my red hair into a high pony tail before changing into more comfortable clothes.I step down the stairs and head towards the ‘grande’ exit, when the familiar clicking of heals stops me in my footsteps.

“and where are we off to, big sister?” I turn and see Cheryl standing there hand on her hip.

“And here I am being dictated to by my baby sister” I retort back a sly smirk n my face.

“Well I’m not dictating I’m just curious as to where, or should I say who you keep running off to in the middle of the night?” She questions turning her head to the side with a smug look on her face.

“So what if I go out at night I;m 19 I can do what I like, besides I don’t meddle in your love life so you should stay out of mine” and with a final nod, I left the house.

I walk the cold streets of the night until I reach the trailer that truly felt like home. I knock on the door three times before FP answered with wet hair and a smug look adorned on his face. “Jeez, you that eager to see me?” he smirks opening the door wide for me to step under his arm.

“Not particularly, it’s just a bit cold” I teased. Snaking my arms around his torso. He wraps an arm around me as the other closes the door. He leans down and briefly presses his lips against mine.

“Can I get you a drink?” he sighs pulling away his mouth turning up into a smile. “I’ll have a coffee if you wouldn’t mind” I smile back leaning to press my lips to his once more.

He lets go of me and retreats to the kitchen area where I hear the kettle boiling. I take a seat on the couch and notice the football match playing on the tv. FP returns carrying two mugs and takes his place beside me on the couch. I take of the mugs out of his hand and take a sip before placing it down on the coffee table. I snuggle into his side and settle my eyes on his face. Although he was much older he still had a handsome face. the greying facial hair only made him seem more attractive. He slowly started playing with the ponytail atop of my head, his fingers messing around with the band before releasing my hair of its tight capture.

His fingers tangle in my red hair relaxing me and coaxing me closer towards him. FP leans down to me and places his lips upon mine, I kiss back sitting up to get closer to his body. His hands found their way to my hips where he gripped at hem harshly, tugging me to straddle his lap. I weave my fingers through his hair as they gently settle on the back of his neck. I pull on the hair at the bottom of his neck and press my lips harder against his gaining a small groan to leave his mouth.

FP bunches my shirt up at my hips lifting it so his hands caressed the soft skin. We hadn’t heard the door to the trailer opened due to being consumed in each other but I wish we had.

“Jughe-” We pull apart frantically to see Betty Cooper standing there wide eyed and frozen still, in her place. I push myself off FP’s lap readjusting my shirt and taking a step towards her. FP soon joins me an arm coming around my waist.

“Betty, It’s not what it looks like” I breathe out quickly becoming short of breath. She shakes her head and continues to look around the room in confusion.

“Betty, you need to promise us you won’t tell Jughead” FP asks the girl calmly trying not to shock her even more I presume.

“How can I not tell him, I just caught his father having an affair with one of our friends older siblings, how do you expect me to keep something like that from him?” she turns for the door and practically runs from the trailer park, probably to tell her boyfriend what she saw.

(The Next Day)

I return home to Thornhill after FP and I had a very heated discussion about what we were going to tell Jughead about our relationship that had been going on for many months but he never came. I ended up falling asleep on the couch and waking up the next afternoon.

I was beginning to think that Betty had held her tongue and thought it best to not tell him but that all came crashing down the second I walked through the doors of my house.

I was greeted by a slap across the face from mummy dearest as I stood over the thresh hold. All three, mother, Father and Cheryl stand there with disgusted looks on their faces.

“ow what the hell” I announce bringing my hands up to my cheek.

“Don’t you dare use that language in this house, young lady. Not after you’ve disgraced your family name, or is that something that he taught you to do too?” Clifford seethed through his lips.

“What are you talking about?” I ask wildly becoming infuriated with being held hostage.

“We’re talking about my darling big sister sleeping with a Southside Serpent.” Cheryl butts in.

“One old enough to be your father, may I add” Mum says shaking her head.

“It’s not like that, I’m not just sleeping with him, we lov-”

“Don’t you dare say you love FP Jones, That man is a criminal, he could have been the one to kill Jason for all we know”

“But he didn’t! He wouldn’t do that to us, to me!” I raise my voice testing my family.

“You won’t be seeing him again Y/N Blossom, I swear that on your brothers grave” mother says with a serious look on her face, the look that makes her look sort of insane.

“How can you say that? What if I leave? what happens then?” I challenge.

“Then you will never set foot in this house again.” my father sates looking me dead in the eye.

“You didn’t get to hear the rumours running around the school about you today, people are saying you’re pregnant with his child, calling you a Southside Slut, how is that supposed to make me feel, Y/n”  I look into Cheryl’s eyes and see nothing but sadness. I can only imagine the conversation FP is holding with his son right now.

“So you’re saying that If I walk out that door right now, I can never come back?” I lower my head afraid to meet my parents eyes.

“You will not be welcomed back with opened arms when he leaves you” my mom says spitefully.

“Okay then, see you around.” I say and walk out the door.

anonymous asked:

Your story about Betty having a baby with Jughead but him not knowing is so good! I love the plot, if your up for it could you please write a part 5?!?

Okay! Thankyou!

Hunter padded through the upstairs apartment, his little feet making faint thumping sounds as he rounded the corner, running directly into Jughead who was cleaning off the living room table.

“Woah there, you got changed pretty fast. Are you some kind of superhero?” He raised a brow, bending down to the tiny toddlers level.

Hunter smiled wide and excited
“Superman. Mamma calls me super man!” He explained.

Jughead glanced up at the blonde in question as she leaned against the doorframe, a pair of child’s sized socks and a stuffed dog in her hands, she smiled at the two boys.

“Oh really?” Jughead questioned “well I’ve been told superman can fly? Do you want to try it out?”

The dark haired boys eyes grew wide with excitement and he looked to his mother for approval, something Jughead took note of. When Betty nodded and nudged her head, hunter clapped
“Yes please!”

Jughead picked up his son and lifted him in the air, putting him on his shoulders and running around the apartment as hunter squealed happily and clutched his father by the neck. After a few minutes Betty stepped into the room, her eyes shining with something Jughead couldn’t quite place.

“Alright my little airplane, it’s time for bed. I know hotdog sure is tired.” She held out the little white stuffed sheepdog, it looked eerily familiar to Jugheads childhood pet and it just so happened his pets name was hotdog as well.

“Okay mama.” The tired little boy agreed jovially, he was so simple, so obedient. He couldn’t help but stare in awe as Betty took him from his arms, she had raised him right.

The tiny makeshift family made their way to the light blue bedroom and Betty placed her son onto the soft grey sheets.
“Alright what’ll we have tonight?”

Hunter looked up,
“Jughead reads to me?” He asked, pulling an old soft cover edition of curious George out from under his pillow and holding it out to Jughead.

Jugheads eyes went wide and he glanced over at Betty, it was his turn to ask for permission. Betty’s eyes were surprisingly soft.
“Sure bug. Ya know Jughead used to read to me all the time. I remember him being pretty good.” She settled beside her sleepy son and Hunter patted the open space beside him.

“Cuddle. We have to” he explained in an almost bored tone. Apparently this was not up for discussion, not that Jughead was complaining.. at all.

Jughead began reading the book and smiled when both Betty and Hunter giggled at the best parts, almost near the end he felt a soft hand clutch his forearm, he looked up to see Betty with a finger on her lips as she glanced down at the now sleeping toddler.

They both slowly pulled themselves off the bed as Betty dropped a kiss to Hunters forehead and Jughead stared down, cautiously brushing a strand of dark black hair off of his sons face. When the door closed, Jughead slumped against it, he hadn’t realized how much love he felt for the little boy but after that.. it was a lot to take in.

“I’ll meet you in the kitchen.” She smiled reassuringly, she always knew when to give him space, Now was one of those times and he watched her walk from the hall.

His son was amazing, he was smart and kind and beautiful. He had missed so much of his life but there was still time, he could still show him what it meant to have a father, someone who loved him endlessly. And then there was Betty, she was so strong to do this all on her own, and then to let Jughead back into their lives, just like that. Not to mention she ran her own business as a single mother. She was amazing, she always had been. He wasn’t losing this, he couldn’t lose his family. It was something he never thought he could have, growing up his family had been in pieces, they were separated and he was always torn between two halves, he saw firsthand the way it destroyed his mother, he would never let that happen to Betty, not on his watch.

He moved into the kitchen and smiled when he saw Betty resting against the counter, two beers in her hand. She smiled when she saw him, holding out the cold beverage and taking a sip from her own.

“So daddy? How’s it feel?” She wasn’t being sarcastic or nasty, she was genuinely curious, if not a little nervous.

Jughead smiled dreamily
“He’s great, he’s so bright and well behaved. You’ve done such a good job Bets, I never thought.. I just… he’s such a good kid ya know? And he’s half me.” He shook his head disbelievingly and Betty laughed, taking him by the hand and leading him to the couch.

“I know, it still amazes me everyday. I’ve never regret a day of my life ever since I had him. He’s made me whole, given me something to live for. The first half of my pregnancy was … rough.” She explained, taking in his guilty eyes.
“It’s not your fault Juggie, it takes two to tango. I just thought… I didn’t know why you had left and my dad.. well let’s just say he didn’t want to have another daughter disgrace him, he told me a few times I would be better off dead.. and after hearing that so much, you start to believe it.”

Jughead fists clenched the arms of the dark brown couch, he wanted to kill Hal Cooper, he was a miserable excuse for a man. He prayed to god that man never crossed his path, sure he had grown but there would always be Southside in him, something popped in his head

“What about my dad.. does my dad know?” Jughead asked.

Betty shook her head and looked away.
“I went to see him, a few times actually but he wouldn’t let me in, I wrote letters and camped outside the trailer. I just wanted him to know.. but.. he wouldn’t let me in.”

Jughead bit back his growl, good old dad.

“You’re not him Jughead.”

He looked up surprised, even after all these years she could still read his thoughts.

“How do you know?” He asked desperately “I’ve never been a father, I don’t have the best example to look up too, how do you know I’m not just like him?”

Betty turned her body towards his on the couch
“Because then it would be okay to say that I’m my mother, I’ve proved myself as a parent so far, it’s your turn now.” Her hand raised to cup his cheek.
He closed his eyes, taking in the soft fingers he had always loved, the feeling of her touching his skin sent lightning shocks through his entire body and before he had a chance to speak a word her lips were on his.

After the immediate shock wore off, he devoured her, pulling her onto his lap, his hands hungrily touching every part of her body, he couldn’t get enough, he couldn’t get close enough. She was a drug, heavy and addictive but she was also rehab and without her he would fade away. He had her slammed against the kitchen cabinets in seconds flat, her lips came to his ear and she whispered

“Take me to bed Juggie.”

That.. well that he could do.


I kind of got angry. I was in the US Army for a year. I was promoted twice during that time, and the only reason I was discharged was because I got hurt and, shortly after, went to see someone for psychiatric help because I felt like I was failing everyone since I found it hard to do my job anymore. I was in a Psychiatric In-patient facility for a three days where I was diagnosed with moderate clinical depression. I did my job to the best of my abilities and followed orders as best as I could. Greg Jackson did none of those things and he is a disgrace to all of us who served to our absolute best. I normally don’t tell someone who was in the military the things I said to Greg here, but he pissed me off. He has pissed me off consistently for the last couple of years, but I thought I’d let others handle it because I didn’t know how to make YouTube videos that looked pretty or knew where to look to find the right thing to say to him after he made a completely different statement from what he said before. I can’t sit back any further. After the attack in Manchester, I had to say something. And now there’s this. I know this isn’t snappy or witty, I just got angry. And I plan on doing this a lot more. If I have to comment at him for the rest of his miserable days until he gets the idea that he can and is wrong, then I will. Sorry for the wall of text.

Hark! A Reading!

A few weeks ago, twelve people gathered in my basement and read an early draft of the screenplay version of Sirens. I thought I’d record it, take pictures, make this amazing multimedia post out of it, but none of that happened. I was terrified. I felt I wasn’t far enough along with the script and there were typos and I’d be a disgrace. My Evil Inner Editor and my Imposter Syndrome make a fabulous tag team, but they were no match for the actor charged with reading the action/stage direction. As soon as I heard “Interior, Hammond Tower, Night,” both vanished. I was focused only on listening to the words in that moment. Needless to say, it was a success and now that I’ve had time to process this (and make more progress), I wanted to share what I learned.

  • Be prepared to be emotional. I wasn’t expecting this at all, but I got teary when we hit the dialogue. Yes, I had always imagined their voices, but to hear some fabulously talented people breathe life into something you created is damn awesome. 13/10 would recommend.
  • You’re going to hear all your mistakes (and that will cause you to cry, too). Not only will you hear every single agonizing typo, but awkward word choices and mismatched dialogue. What do I mean by mismatched dialogue? I had a line of dialogue that sounded good in my head and looked good on the page, but the actor wasn’t even halfway through that sentence and Kill Bill sirens were going off in my head at how awful it sounded. It wasn’t the actor’s fault. His characterization was spot on, but my word choice was awful.
  • Less is more, Part 1: Give an actor an inch and they’ll run several hundred miles. I was consistently amazed by how little I gave an actor in way of action and how much they could do with it. By the end of the evening, they were interacting with each other in character, and about 90% of the time it was just as I imagined it.
  • Less is more, Part 2: Resist the urge to add more dialogue. All of the scene headings, action and stage direction will be read aloud and because of this, it will read fast and you’ll panic thinking you need to fill the emptiness. Don’t! Once actors are moving around, things will slow to an appropriate pace.
  • Actor Wisdom, Part 1: “Don’t interrupt us.” Before everyone left, I asked what the writer’s cardinal sin against actors was and got a resounding, “They interrupt us!” If you’re interrupting because it doesn’t sound right, odds are good what you wrote isn’t clear, not because they’re being dense. There are multiple readings for this very reason, so reel your neck in and let them do their job.
  • Actor Wisdom, Part 2: “Some actors think they’re writers. Ignore them.” I’d heard this from several playwrights, but I wasn’t expecting to hear it from actors. We’ve all heard stories of actors rearranging plots or demanding other changes. What we don’t hear is how it’s considered the height of unprofessionalism among actors to do that—doubly for the famous ones. It’s one thing to collaborate (and they’ll be happy to), but it’s your story and good actors respect that.

There will be another reading to go over the ending, which I’m still working on. Another thing I didn’t count on was having 11 people pestering me on Facebook about when I’ll be done. I might have my act together enough next time to record part of it.


Drawn to you (Part III)

Part 1: http://pagan-raider.tumblr.com/post/156411985998/drawn-to-you

Part 2: http://pagan-raider.tumblr.com/post/156547584333/drawn-to-you-part-ii


The door of your room flew open and your mother stormed in, face clouded with worry.

“You need to pack, quickly. We have to leave.”

“What? What are you talking about, mother?”

“The great heathen army, they will be here soon. Your step-father wasn’t able to stop them.”

You sat down on your bed, overwhelmed by contradictory feelings. The great heathen army. You knew Ivar was with them. Almost a year had passed since you had last seen him. And now they would come here. You were terrified, but at the same time excited, hoping for a chance to see him again. Ever since he had left, the viking prince had haunted your dreams. You longed to feel his hands on your skin again, his lips on yours. You knew those were sinful thoughts but you couldn’t help yourself.

“Common, we have no time to waste!” Your mother’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

“I want to stay here.” The words were out before your mind had fully comprehended what they meant.

Your mother looked at you as if had lost your mind. “You can’t stay here. Haven’t you heard what I just said? The vikings are coming, everyone is leaving.”

You got up from the bed and took your mother’s hands. “I love you, mother. But I have to stay here.”

For a few more moments she stared at you in total disbelief, but then the expression on her face changed into a knowing smile. “This is about the son of Ragnar Lothbrok, isn’t it?”

You pressed your lips together, not wanting to give yourself away but you had never been able to hide anything from her.

“Don’t think I don’t know. I heard you sneak out of your chamber every night when he was here. And I saw the way you said goodbye to him when he left.”

“I…” You trailed off.

Your mother put her hands on both sides of your face. “Do you love him?”

You took a deep breath, then looked into her eyes. “Yes, I do.”

She nodded. A small smile played around her mouth but there was also an undeniable sadness in her eyes. “Then you should stay.”

You looked at her, almost in disbelief.

“I love you more than anything in this world and I want nothing more than to know you are save.” She continued. “But if you love this man, I have no right to keep you away from him. You have changed after he left. You’ve become so quiet and I can see how much you miss him. I want to see you happy. I want to see you smile again. Go and follow your heart. I can only pray that you are making the right decision and that god will protect you while I can’t.”

A single tear ran down her cheek and she tried her best to smile at you. “Well, at least he is a price.”

You could feel her pain and how much it cost her to let you go. Never in your whole life had you been so grateful.

She wrapped her arms around you. “I love you, my child.”

“I love you too, mother.”

Your mother was still holding you close to her as your step-father entered the room.

“What is going on in here? I thought you were packing.”

Your mother slowly let go of you, facing your step-father. “Y/N will stay here with your father.”

“What are you talking about? She cannot stay here. There will be no one here to protect her.”

“And still it is her wish.”

“Why would she…. Wait! Please tell me this is not about the son of Ragnar Lothbrok.”

You looked at your mother and could read your own surprise mirrored on her face.

“Do you two think I am stupid? I was there that day when she disgraced herself in front of everyone by letting that pagan savage put his hands on her.”

Your mother stepped forward and put her hand on his arm. “She has made her decision.”

He shook his head. “You are mad. Both of you. Do you really want to give her to a viking? To our enemy? I have seen him on the battlefield. Many good Christians died because of him. My father made a huge mistake to release him and now you are making another mistake thinking he would not harm her. He will have his way with her and then kill her. Is that what you want for her? Because I will not allow it.”

“It’s not your decision to make. She is my daughter, not yours.”

“It is good that you remind me how you disgraced both of us. She turned out just like you, didn’t she?”

Your mother stubbornly raised her chin. “I will not force her into a marriage she does not want, making her unhappy for the rest of her life.”

He snorted. “Than do what you want. But I promise you, this will not end well for her.”

With that he turned and left.

You knew that what you were doing was more than dangerous, reckless most would say. If the other vikings would stumble across you before you could find Ivar, they would probably kill you, or even worse. You had found a place on a hayloft from where you could overlook the whole yard through the gaps between the planks without being seen yourself.

As the heavy gate burst open your heart began to race. There was no way to back out of this now. You watched as the vikings stormed into the yard. More and more of them poured through the gate but you hadn’t made out Ivar yet. There were hundreds of them, wild looking men, dressed in fur and leather. They were carrying swords or axes and their faces were smeared with blood. You felt a cold shiver go down your spine and a hint of doubt rose deep inside you. Maybe you had been naive to think you could just walk through them and right into Ivar’s arms. But then you saw him. He came through the gates in a chariot. Most of his face was hidden by a helmet but you knew it could only be him. He stopped his horse not far from where you were hiding. As he took off his helmet you gasped in shock. He too was covered in blood. His beautiful face was hard as stone and his blue eyes icy and cold. He radiated wildness and brutality and in this moment you feared him like you feared all the others. You wondered if you had known the men who’s blood was now smeared across his face and a sick feeling grew inside your stomach. The words of your step-father echoed through your head. Many good Christians died because of him. My father made a huge mistake to release him and now you are making another mistake thinking he would not harm her.

Could he have been right? You were sure that the Ivar you knew would never do anything to harm you but the Ivar you saw down in the yard seemed like a whole different person. You had no idea what to think, let alone to do anymore. As desperation overwhelmed you, you pulled your knees to your chest, wrapped your arms around them and quietly began to sob.

You had no idea how much time had passed. You sat with your back leaned against the planks, face still wet from the tears. You hated yourself for being stupid enough to stay here and for being to scared to do anything now. A small part of you still wanted to find Ivar, still hoped that what you had seen was just a bad dream, but the biggest part of you was scared to death and didn’t dare to move. You wouldn’t have known where to look for him now anyways.

You startled as you heard heavy steps on the stairs leading up to the hayloft. Full of panic you looked around but there was no place to hide. Terrified, you watched as the door was opened and a large man came in. As his gaze fell upon you, an evil smile appeared on his face. You couldn’t help but let out a terrified scream as you tried to crawl backwards, away from him. But the loft was small and you didn’t get any far. As he came closer to you he said something in his own tongue you didn’t understand. He leaned down to you and you tried to push him away but he easily caught your arm and twisted it down hard. You gasped in pain and tried to slide away from him but his grip on your arm was merciless. With his other hand he reached for the neckline of your dress in order to rip it off you but stopped in the middle of his actions as you heard familiar voice from behind him. You couldn’t understand the words but the tone was clear and commanding. The man let go of you and turned to face Ivar. You held your breath as an angry conversation evolved between the two. You had no way of telling what they were saying but it seemed like they would attack each other at any moment. After a while Ivar demonstratively pulled an ax from his belt and looked at the other man with challenging eyes. For a few heartbeats the other stared back at him, his hand at the grip of his sword, but then he just grunted and turned to leave.

As you heard his steps on the stairs Ivar turned to look at you. You cast your eyes down, avoiding his gaze. He waited a few seconds for you to look at him but as you didn’t he lost his patience and crawled over to you.

“Are you hurt?“ He asked and reached out his hand to you.

You slid away from him before he could touch you and cowered into a corner of the loft. For a moment you thought he would follow you but he didn’t. He leaned his back against the wall and looked at you.

“What is wrong?“

You took a short glimpse at him from the corner of your eye. He looked genuinely  hurt by your reaction.

“Y/N, please tell me what is wrong.“

You slowly looked up to meet his gaze and despite everything felt the familiar tingle in your stomach as your eyes met his. He had washed the blood off his face and his features were as calm and beautiful as you remembered. His hair was longer now and there was a long scar on his cheekbone, that hadn’t been there before, but other than that he looked exactly like the Ivar you knew. But then you remembered his cold eyes and bloody face you had seen earlier. Conflicting feeling swirled around in your head.

He still looked at you, waiting for your response.

“You…. You have killed so many.“ You pressed out and took a deep breath to calm yourself down. “I have known these people. I have lived with them, I have talked to them…“ You trailed off.

Ivar nodded slowly. “I can understand that you are angry…“

“I am not angry.“ You interrupted him. “I am scared. I am scared of you, of what you have done and of what you will do in the future.“

“I don’t want you to be scared of me. I never wanted to do anything to hurt you. But I had to avenge my father. I told you that I would come back to do so. And you knew that bloodshed would be involved but still you are here. Why did you not leave like all the others?”

“I’m still here because I wanted to be with you. I thought we could find a way to make it work, just like your father said, but now I’m not sure of it anymore.”

He was silent for a few seconds and you could see the conflict in his eyes. He was fighting with himself about something.

“It is your decision to make.” He finally said. “I want you to come with me. I want you by my side. But I will not lie to you, this won’t be the last time that blood was shed.” 

He crawled over to you and sat down in front of you, looking into your eyes. “I promise I will never hurt you or allow that anyone else does.” He said, offering you his hand.

Very slowly you placed your small hand in his bigger one.

So I read STFF last night...

Amazon is freaking amazing. I got my copy a day early and spent all of last night reading it. Despite some poor reviews and negative reactions to the advanced copies, I actually really enjoyed this book. I read a ton of fanfic and books. When I enjoy a story, I get sucked in and will read non-stop to finish it (time/life permitting). Other than dinner and watching Dustin Lance Black’s “When We Rise” last night, I read STFF. I was compelled to take notes throughout. I ended up with three pages of notes.

If you’re the general audience, I think you will enjoy this book. It’s funny, raw, tender, and heartbreaking. Coming from a fandom perspective, you’ll get it. You may see yourselves in it. The character development for the 4 teenagers could have been better, he devoted a chapter to each one and further glimpses into them as the story went on, but for the most part, not enough. I think my fave depiction of one of the kids was the trans kid, Sam - that’s going to help a lot of kids out there. Maybe he was trying to keep the book shorter (it’s 295 pages) to keep the average teens attention span, but tbh, these kids are reading Harry Potter and other much longer novels so I think he could have expanded that more.

If you’re not a Chris Colfer fan who’s paid attention to his life, you may not get any of the autobiographical nature of this book. However, make no mistake, he pulls directly from his life and life experiences and it’s blatant. I definitely have a clearer perspective on Chris and the way he views life, his Glee years, and fandom. He’s screaming to be heard and understood. Please don’t read into this thinking he hates his fans, that’s just not true. He loves and appreciates his fans, however, certain fans and fandom culture scares the hell out of him. He’s never quite understood us. I don’t take it with malicious intent, it just is what it is. Obviously we cannot empathize unless we’ve been in his shoes, but we get a better understanding through this book.

Chris wrote this as an exercise of “plausible deniability” just like when he wrote the Rachel/PR bits into his episode. Of course he’s going to claim this is all fiction and has very little basis in reality, we know better. Definitely go buy it and check it out.

There are many obnoxious things I found within, you may or may not agree with me, but do not come hatin’ into my inbox. I won’t be entertaining you today.

Under the cut (slight spoilers ahead, but I do not mention Cash’s secret) are the things that stood out for me:

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anonymous asked:

Admins's favorite fic in 2016!

omg sorry for the long wait!!! this took us half a year bcos it was waaaay tougher than we thought 😅 so most of us have more than one fic, hope it’s ok!

Admin Y: 

If My Yesterday is a Disgrace - (parallel universe au) i’m always impressed by w-anderingheart’s writing, but this fic surpassed all expectations. it’s an incredibly poignant work and broke my heart one hundred times over. 

Admin H: 

Quicksand - both ksoo and jongin are authors! (and rivals) i loved the plot, it’s simple and easy to read but the way the author had written it…touched a nerve (in a good way) so ksoo had troubles with writing and the conflicts/thoughts that he had rly spoke out to all the writers out there. and jongin, ‘his enemy’ indirectly helps him out and their relationship is the cutest!!

Steady Now - this was one of the best slowburn fics ive read in 2016 and oh my gosh, zerrin is brilliant. i’m a sucker for slow burn and this monster fic (69k) managed to capture everything, romance, fluff, a bit of comedy and angst. basically ksoo wants to save his orphanage from being bought (tada by jongin’s company) and he befriends jongin bc of that so go figure ;)

Admin J:   

The Loneliest Place to Be - poet/writer + model, friends with benefits au, the poems were the highlight sobs i love ;u; I admire strange-seas a lot and her works were the ones that left a deep impression on me when I started reading fics thus when she came with a new fic in 2016 I already knew I’d be a goner :)))

Smile - one of the best hurt comfort fics I’ve read and their love is just…goals. soo suffers from ptsd and doesn’t feel worthy enough for jongin but jongin loves him unconditionally *^* I came across this when I was randomly checking the tags on AO3 and i consider it as the discovery of the year lol  .

Wildflower - tattoo artist/florist au, idk but this fluff is just my style! i mean kd going on dates, help each other and just being supersoft together? yes pls. honourable mention to sleepydanceur because I think she’s amazing yet so humble and she deserves all the recognition  

Admin I: 

aberration - hs!au with photographer!soo and dancer!nini, how do i describe my love for this fic except for being ‘!!!!!!!!!!!!!’ every time i so much as think about it :’( the writing is so beautiful, i love the imagery and i just love the way the story develops. definitely one of the best of 2016!! 

dust to dust - post-apoc!au, the actual best post-apocalyptic fic i’ve ever read, ever. it’s very character based, which i love, especially kyungsoo’s character (and kaisoo’s development will make you cry). i love the hurt-comfort theme as well, it makes the whole thing feel very human~ as an apoc-lover, this fic is v special to me ♡

the third path - medieval!au, fantasy!au, this is definitely my fave fantasy fic i think, it’s so good and honestly speaking, we are blessed to have hojichadust in our fandom. the writing is magnificent and the ending still haunts me :”( 

Admin Q: 

priceless - my all time favourite college!au !!!! written by our lovely booboo, admin Y. As a student who’s main focus is english/literature, I absolutely loved this fic and the areas it covered in relation to how people feel about their majors! I’m kind constantly being told “your exams gonna be easy you just need to analyse a poem” or something like that and it rly upsets me??? bc my friends are the ones saying it but anyway READ THIS FIC!!! i love it and it’s so well written im babbling ok i love how accurately jongin’s emotions are portrayed as an english major being tease;;

tranquil as a forest - Our very lovely Jumpthisship wrote this! (during 10KFR) and I had the honour of being assigned to her and I remember how excited I was after reading her first check-in. Kyungsoo’s ongoing dialogue in his head was so amusing I screamed so many times while reading this. It’s a travelling!AU which i absolutely love! 

mine and yours - by thatweirdo!! Y’ALL this fic was so absolutely beautiful (and filthy ;–))) i loved it so much;;;; It’s a jongkaisoo + doll concept fic and I think those words together should be enough to reel you guys in (-:


Author: @sincerelystiles
Pairing: Isaac x Reader
Word Count: 1,280

Warning: nsfw

A/N: this is dedicated to my hay-babe @sarcasticallystilinski bc she’s ill and has major isaac feels, i luh u bby x x

Originally posted by young-marauder

The tips of my fingers gently trace the soft skin of his face, nails ghosting over the small hairs that stand on end. My eyes were heavy, but my smile never faded, not even the slightest. He lay still, soft snores emitting from his luscious lips, warm breath fanning over my neck and he pulled me closer into him, snuggling his face into my hair and inhaling deeply.

This was the only time he was ever affectionate. When he was sleeping, out of consciousness. I play with his dark curls with my other hand, careful not to wake the sleeping man as I continued to silently admire his beauty, for it wouldn’t last long. Within hours, he’d be gone. My bed empty - yet full of desolation and disgrace when I awake in the morning.

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Hoshidan Festival: Saizo and Kanna Parent-Child Convo


I deeply enjoyed translating this one. It’s hilarious to see that if Saizo is Kanna’s father, then Kanna takes after… his Uncle Kaze the most. His dear Uncle Kaze who is a bit of a manipulative tease and has his brother wrapped around his finger. Seems that it runs in the family, hmmm? Asugi also could probably wrap his father around his finger if he outright tried.

(It may be purely localization, but if you marry him, Saizo will confess that he’s ticklish in a lovers’ bonding quote… and then if you wake him up roughly, he’ll panic and then say “I was afraid that you were Kaze for a second.” Looks like Kaze was the mischievous little brother type, eh Saizo?)

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