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Thicker than Water - Part 3

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Bucky x Reader series

Summary: Inspired by this post (x)
Being born and raised in a HYDRA family means you must be a devoted member to the organisation, carrying out orders with blind obedience. But after being assigned the suicide mission of being the Winter Soldier’s handler, you slowly start to question where your loyalties truly lie.

Warnings: Violence, swearing, mentions of nakedness

Word Count: 3171

A.N: BUCKLE UP KIDS! this is only getting started

Originally posted by ofallingstar

February 2004
0428 hours

“I can’t believe you’re working in the lab,” said Daniel as he inserted a new magazine into his gun, tossing his old one somewhere on the floor of the shooting range.

You were sitting behind him, feet propped over the small table while you leaned behind on a chair you had dragged all the way to the cubicle, smirking.

“I mean-” -he went on, gesturing with both hands but stopping once realized he was holding a loaded gun in one of them “sorry- it’s just- you’re probably the best shooter we’ve had and they’re making you waste your abilities.”

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Ed Sheeran forced to quit Twitter after revealing vile comments bring him down
TROLLS have forced Ed Sheeran to quit Twitter. The Glastonbury headliner and chart record breaker said a constant stream of vile comments had been bringing him down. He told The Sun: “I’ve actually…


Ed Sheeran forced to quit Twitter after revealing vile comments bring him down

EXCLUSIVE  By Dan Wootton, Associate Editor3rd July 2017, 9:39 pm

TROLLS have forced Ed Sheeran to quit Twitter.

The Glastonbury headliner and chart record breaker said a constant stream of vile comments had been bringing him down.

He told The Sun: “I’ve actually come off Twitter completely. I can’t read it.

“I go on it and there’s nothing but people saying mean things. Twitter’s a platform for that.

“One comment ruins your day. But that’s why I’ve come off it.

“The head-f*** for me has been trying to work out why people dislike me so much.”

Ed’s Instagram account will automatically generate tweets on the site but he will not be using it himself.

The 26-year-old Shape Of You singer said instead he gets his reality checks from close friends and family.

He explained: “I have people like my dad who will have a conversation with me.

“I don’t have to have someone calling me a whatever.”

But Ed will still read public feedback on his favourite websites, which are more positive.

He said: “The comments on The Sun’s websites are actually nice.

“You would have thought comments on a newspaper website could be the mean ones.”

Ed was even targeted by angry fans of Lady Gaga. He said: “Lady Gaga’s fanbase read an interview in which they assumed I was talking about her and they all f***ing hate.

“And it wasn’t anything to do with that at all.

“So I think Twitter gets on a massive steam roll of assuming things and then you get in the s***.”

Celebs including Stephen Fry, Adele, Rylan Clark-Neal and Zayn Malik have all at some time temporarily quit Twitter over hate.


you know how i prepare for the holidays? writing more shitty comics about my ‘diego as dio’s brother’ AU. the sum of the AU is they are a bit explosive when in the same room, but instead of alternate selves exploding literally in front of each other, they just sort of explode metaphorically

but sometimes things are okay. siblings can just be jerks occasionally, especially if they’re brandos.

(there are captions if you click! if tumblr makes the comics look unreadable, here’s an off site link. the new york salt was provided by my friend who lives there, and told me immediately what borough would be the least exciting one to receive from your all-powerful immortal brother for christmas)

furi-road  asked:

hey peyton, i was just wondering how you got into freelance journalism, and whether you would have any tips on that front? it's something i'm becoming interested in, but not really sure where to start with pitches/stories etc. hope it's okay to ask!

god so this is a tough question to answer because when i first got into freelancing three-ish years ago the landscape was so different. the barriers to entry were much lower, and online journalism (especially for women) revolved around tell-all personal essays. that is… gone now. the days of xojane paying a hundred bucks a pop for an embarrassing moment or a queer feminist thinkpiece are over. the stakes are higher, journalistic resources are stretched thin, and the market for personal essays has evaporated.

and then there’s just, like… i really went about it all wrong, at least in the beginning. but maybe this is instructional, so i’ll tell you as a “what not to do.” when i was twenty, i started self-publishing pieces on medium. a very popular tumblr user with a lot of famous publishing industry friends messaged me out of the blue one day, said they liked my work on medium, and asked if i’d be interested in writing for their website. i leapt at the opportunity; i was young, and this person was a very big deal, and they knew people who were, likewise, very big deals. this person told me that the site was still getting off the ground and that they would compensate me when the site started bringing in ad revenue. and i was like, “terrific!” and i worked for this person for a year and wrote and edited dozens of pieces and made absolutely no money. all the while, this person was sitting on tumblr preaching about the importance of paying freelancers and never writing for exposure. they eventually bailed on the site to take an editorial position at a major publication. i told the remaining editor that i could no longer afford to work for free. she paypalled me a grand total of $150 for my year of work. and i was so bruised by that experience that i didn’t even attempt to freelance for a long, long time.

so i just… stopped. and at that point, in addition to my work at this site, i had a few bylines at xojane, one in the huffington post, and a couple at other random blogs. it was a pretty paltry selection of clips, but that + being shortlisted in the 2015 33 1/3 open call made for a substantial enough publication history that i ended up getting accepted into the lambda literary retreat for young adult fiction. lambda didn’t give me journalistic training, but it DID give me credibility and experience that has been really helpful this go round.

so late last year, a friend of mine sent me a tweet from the music editor of a local weekly newspaper, asking for more pitches from women & lgbtq writers. i e-mailed her with a couple of ideas, and she liked them, and i started writing a couple pieces a month for them. i tried a few times to pitch to other, bigger publications, but i didn’t get any responses. there was one longform piece that i was really persistent about, and in late august, after four rejections, i finally found a taker - the atavist! again, this came about via twitter; this editor tweeted that she wished she received more pitches from women, and roxane gay retweeted it, and i sprang. this was a much bigger contract than anything i’d ever done - 10,000+ words, payment in the quadruple digits - and it made me think that i could give the freelancing thing another, more serious go.

around this time, i saw an ad in my twitter TL for morgan jerkins’ pitching class. the tweet mentioned that a few scholarships were available, so i e-mailed morgan to ask if i could join, and she said yes! i don’t know if she’ll run the class again, but i’d really recommend it if she does. i learned a lot about the basic mechanics of pitching, and about how the media landscape has changed since i first got started. it was only a few sessions, but it was tremendously helpful, and my pitches are a lot sharper and more specific now.

but weirdly, the biggest clincher has been the niche? which is entirely just a site that my friends and i run for laffs. we don’t adhere to any schedule, we’re lucky if we post ten times a month, we post nonsense, etc. but when i posted this piece about the writer ira madison, one of my favourite twitter-ers, he ended up pinning the tweet to his TL. a bunch of HIS followers found me through that, including an editor at a major publication. i followed her back and DM’d her a pitch. she messaged me back to say that my pitch was a little outdated (it was about a movie that had opened the previous weekend, and they run reviews week-of), but she gave me her e-mail and invited me to send her more pitches. i thought hard about what i wanted to pitch, sent it off, and she accepted it!

so here, i guess, are the lessons to pull from this brick of text:

1. don’t ever write “for exposure,” no matter how cool or famous the editor is. don’t write for someone who says they will pay you later. insist on payment, or don’t write at all.

2. don’t divulge stressful, private experiences in personal essays just to make a quick buck. this kind of exploitation is less prevalent than it used to be, but… still. no. public vulnerability is overrated.

3. tumblr is pretty insular as a social network. people tend to put more stock in wordpress? if you want to start a real Blog, with real Content, probably do it there.

4. get on twitter and follow writers and editors you like. you don’t have to clamour for attention or anything - my own account is mostly RTs, and i don’t tweet much myself - but it’s a good way to see available opportunities and get a sense of what people are writing and what subjects are popular.

5. don’t write for buzzfeed… remember that longform piece i talked about? i pitched it to buzzfeed lgbt and they asked me to write ten thousand words on spec. that means they wanted me to write ten thousand words, for free, with no guarantee that they would publish it. that’s not actually how freelancing works, by the way - generally, you sent the editor an idea, and if they like it, they work with you to form that idea into a full piece that will fit the tone of their publication. buzzfeed really wanted me to write a ten thousand word, research intensive, reported piece FOR. FREE. this is the same piece i later pitched to the atavist, which offered to pay thousands of dollars for that same work. don’t write for buzzfeed.

6. really just have fun and be yourself lmao… like the biggest opportunities of my writing career have come about through my sufjan/drake blog, my macdennis fanfiction, and random stuff i posted on a website my friends and i run for jokes. there is great value in chasing your bliss. ok word out. <3

I did more Dream Daddy fanfiction because I have to write ALL THE DADS, now. 

A Year Later: Craig


Mature Teen?, Mostly Fluff

Words: 4468

I close my eyes and step on the scale. I open them and look down.

“Hot damn!”

“What’s up, pops?” Amanda asks from her room. She’s only been back from school a few days, and it already feels like old times.

“Somehow, through some small miracle, I’m back to my college weight.”

“Ugh, can we not talk about college weight? I have one working pair of pants.”

“I told you what that cafeteria food would do to you, panda. A couple visits to the gym with us will probably get rid of that freshman fifteen.” I step down off the scale and try to catch Amanda’s eye in the bathroom mirror through the slightly open door. She’s too busy FaceSpacing or Twitjournaling or some other portmanteau of two social media sites that make me sound like the old man I am.

“I’m perfectly happy with my nacho and pop-tart diet for the time-being, but don’t let me stop you, my dude.” She throws a peace sign up at me as I pass by her door, and I stick my tongue out at her. She’ll learn soon enough. Youth is wasted on the young.

Craig greets me warmly when I find him near the ellipticals. River’s gotten too big for the chest carrier, so she’s started going to daycare. That means there’s nothing between us when his arms come around me in a lingering hug. There’s a lightning quick squeeze on the tush thrown in for good measure. The first month or so, I had thought it was just the change from  platonic to romantic that had made Craig’s shows of affection so weird and squirrely. Turns out with him it’s all about the space. Right place, right time, he can’t keep his hands to himself. The gym is the one in-between place. Fortunate considering how little time we get just the two of us during the week.

“Good morning, babe,” he says quietly into my ear before pulling away. “Leg day, bro. You ready?”

“I love leg day!”

I actually hate leg day, but my god my butt looks amazing afterward.

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Shoot your Shot Part 2 - Auston Matthews

Originally posted by at-hannabunton

I didn’t think i would get this part up today because I’m busy with packing and moving for college but I had some spare time. Sorry again for the lack of Auston in this one. I do believe that he is in this one more but I’m working on part 3 now and I can say he’s in most of that one. Also I’m pretty sure it’s going to have more than 5 parts. I don’t know how many yet though.
Words: 1773
Warnings: Cursing, I think that’s it


The first two periods were going great, for Toronto fans. Yes, I was wearing a Toronto jersey but you always have to go for your favourite team and right now mine was losing 2-1. Auston scored a goal and pointed in the direction of where me and Kenzie were sitting. She’s convinced that he was pointing at me but I know he was just celebrating the goal. The teams were both out shooting around before the third period started. Kenzie had made me go and get her food because she had to stay and see if Auston looked for me. I think she is a bit naive to think he’s actually looking at me. There’s 100’s of people here and about 40 around me for him to be looking at. He was probably looking at a friend or family member in the audience. I was making me way back with Kenzies’ food, almost at our seats when all of sudden I feel the worst pain I have ever felt in my eye. I ended up dropping all of the food while grabbing my eye. Kenzie came running up to me asking if I was okay.  

“I don’t know” I told her taking my hand off my eye seeing blood. Kenzie gagged at the site of my blood. She can’t handle blood very well.
“Oh my god! We have to get you to a hospital now, like right now!” She exclaimed, dragging me out of the arena and to her jeep “Put this on your eye and keep the pressure on it” She told me handing me a towel that one of the Leafs players gave her during the second period.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to ruin it on you.” I asked her
“You know, you’re the only person I know that would rather bleed to death then ruin a god damn towel. Yes, I’m sure Logan! Now put it on your eye, I don’t want you losing an eye or anything.”

We made it to the hospital in record time. I got in to see a doctor right away because it’s an eye injury. The doctor came in to tell me about my eye and to fix it.

“Now your eye is fine, no permanent damage to the eye itself. As for the outer portion of your eye, you’re going to need stitches and you’re going to have one hell of a black eye in the morning. What did you say happened to it again?” The doctor asked starting to stitch around my eye.
“I actually don’t kno-” Kenzie cut me off.
“Her future husband was trying to hit a puck at the glass again but this time he hit it to hard and it went over the glass and hit her in the eye instead.” Kenzie told the doctor.
“Okay well he’s not my future husband, I never even talked to him before.” I explained.
“Well if some hockey player shot a puck at the glass at my girl I would think he had a thing for her. But if he tried to do it again and hit her in the eye like this, I would defiantly say he wanted her attention” The doctor said laughing.  
“See Logan! he gets its.” She told me, trying to high five the doctor in the process.
“Can’t high five you right now. A little busy.” He told her nodding towards my face.
“Anyways, Kenzie did you call my dad?” I asked.
“I didn’t have to, he already knew. He’s on the way, should be here soon.”
“How did he – Ouch-  know?” I said glaring at the doctor for hurting me
“I think he was watching the game and saw it. Also, it’s all over the internet already. You’re basically a meme now.” She said laughing
“Great, that’s exactly what I wanted…”

The doctor finished with my stitches and I went to go look in a mirror. My eye was already getting a nasty bruise. It’s going to be some much worse in the morning. I can’t lie though, all of the stitches and the black eye made me look like a bad ass if I’m going to be honest.
“So how many stitches do I have?” I asked the doctor
“17 in total, 8 on the one on the side and 9 on the one under your eye.” He explained
“You know what Log, you kind of look like a bad ass with your eye like that”
“I was just thinking that.” I told her laughing.
“Alright well were done here, you’ll have to come back in about a week/week and a half to get them out. I see you wear make-up so try and go make-up free until you get the stitches out. Or at least try from getting the make-up near your stitches.”
“Great more time for you to do my make-up!” Kenzie said a little to excitedly. I just rolled my eyes at her like usual.
“Thanks for making me look like a bad ass doc!” I say as I’m leaving the room
“Don’t thank me, thank your future husband for hitting with that puck” He says laughing.

Kenzie was still laughing at the doctors comment while we waited for my dad. I called him to ask him where he was because I thought he would have been here a lot sooner. He ended up getting stuck in all of the traffic from the game. I pulled out my phone to text my friends we were supposed to meet to tell them that I wouldn’t be there tonight and that we could it another night. They fully understood why I wouldn’t be there. Seeing as I never got to see how the game ended I decided to check twitter to see how they did. That was probably the biggest mistake ever. Somehow people found out who I was and were tweeting at me asking if I was okay, making fun of me, and sending me a bunch of memes of the puck hitting me.
“While isn’t this great…” I tell Kenzie as show her my twitter. She thought it was hilarious and went on her phone and retweeted a bunch of the memes.
“Hey will you take a picture of my eye? I want to put it on Instagram.”

It took her about 10 minutes to get the right picture. Apparently, the hospital had the worst lighting in the world and that’s why it took so long to get the picture. I say it was just her shitty picture taking abilities. My dad arrived right after she got a picture. Of course, he was freaking out and even went to go talk to my doctor. I told him everything the doctor told me but he insisted to go ask him and get told the exact same thing I told him. As soon as we made it home, and my dad stopped freaking out, I hopped in the shower and got ready for bed. I knew my eye was going to be sore tomorrow so I laid out some Advil and a bottle of water for the morning. I got under the covers and started scroll through some social media. Looking through the pictures Kenzie took I finally found one I wanted to post. Coming up with a caption is always the hardest part so I decided to keep it simple, ‘Thanks for turning me into a meme and a bad ass all at the same time @auston_matthews’. After locking my phone and putting it on the charger, I went to sleep.

I woke up with the world’s biggest headache. I took the Advil and laid back down until it went away or until it was more bearable. I checked my phone to see that it had blown up with notifications overnight. Most of them were from Instagram. Apparently having Auston Matthews, Mitch Marner and William Nylander follow you, and like and comment on your picture on Instagram does that.  
’@auston_matthews: Sorry about the eye but it does make you look like a bad ass’
’@marner_93: Not the way I would have picked to get a girl’s attention Aus but Logan you really do look like a bad ass. Suits you.’
’@williamnylander: Best looking bad ass I ever seen. Also, the memes about you are my favourite.’

I took a screenshot and sent it to Kenzie. She won’t see it till later because that girl sleeps until like 2 in the afternoon every day. Seeing as it was only 830, I decided to go for a run. I got changed into my workout clothes, grabbed my headphones and headed out. There were a few people looking at me when I ran. It was either because of my eye or because they saw me all over the internet. Everyone looking at me got a bit uncomfortable so I decided to end my run early. I stopped by the café where Kenzie works first and got some breakfast. They have the best coffee and bagels in Toronto, I swear. It was about 930 by the time I started to head home. There was a car I never seen before in my driveway. My dad was already at work and Mads was at preschool so I didn’t know who it belonged to. The windows were a very dark tint so I couldn’t see who was driving so I knocked on the window and they started to open the door. I backed up to give them enough room to get out. It was Auston fucking Matthews. At my house. In my driveway. Standing in front of me. “Okay Logan say hi or hey or hello or anything. Don’t just stand there like an idiot. Of course, that’s exactly what you’re going to do” I thought to myself just staring at him. Auston was the first to talk.

“Hey, sorry about the eye and I hope it isn’t weird that I showed up at your house” He said awkwardly as he scratched the back of his head
“Not it’s okay but how did you find out where I live?” I asked him
“Well we have a friend of a friend in common and they told me when they saw it was you. I wanted to say sorry in person rather than over an Instagram comment. It felt more meaningful in person.”
“I understand, but thanks again, it isn’t that big of a deal. I know you didn’t try to give me a black eye on purpose.” I say laughing.
“Well I still feel absolutely terrible for what I did. Is there anyways I can make it up to you?” He asked me
“Actually, there is! Are you and a couple of the guys on the team busy today?”

Hey folks, how do you all feel about me moving off of Etsy? Is that something you would be alright with?

Because I just had yet another incident with the site and truth be told, I’m fed up. I’m pretty much ready to get off now, and am looking into opening up at possibly temporary bigcartel-based shop.

BTS Comforting You (Bad Test Score)

“Jagiya I’m home,”Namjoon said happily as he closed the front door. “Hi,”you said weakly as he went to him and hugged him. “What wrong? Oh wait you took your exam today!”he said as he looked at you smiling but then realized how upset you looked. “I think I seriously failed that test,”you said as he covered your face with your hands. “Don’t say that. You did just fine because I was your tutor so you obviously passed the test with flying colors,”he said with a cocky look on his face.

Taehyung: “Why do you look so down?”Taehyung asked you as he gave you side hug. “You know the exam I told you about?”you asked him. “Oh yea the one that you spent the whole night studying for,”he nodded as he looked at you confused. “Well everything that was on the test wasn’t what I was studying about. I didn’t know more than 80% of the test,”you said as you leaned your head on his shoulder. “Whenever you think you failed you always get an A so don’t worry to much on it. Let’s go get some ice cream,”he said smiling at you reaching out his offering you his hand.

Hoseok: You were pacing back and forward around the apartment when Hoseok came home. You looked at your phone and quickly went to your laptop and refreshed the page. “Hi jagiya,”Hoseok said wrapping his arms around your waist. You nodded in response as you looked through the list of ID numbers but none of which had grades on it. You sighed in frustration as you tapped your finger as you refreshed the page once more. “Test results?”he asked as he stepped away. “Yea,”you said as you looked at him sadly,”If I don’t pass I have to start all over.” “Come over here,”Hoseok said motioning you to the couch. You sat next to him as you started to tap your foot quickly. He put his hand on your knee,”(Y/N) it’ll be alright stop stressing over it. You can also retake the test over the summer. Come on lets go take a nap. The test results will be there when you wake up.”

Jin: When you arrived to the apartment Jin was in the living room reading a book and when he saw he went to you quickly to hug you. “It was easy wasn’t it?”he said with a really big smile. “Far from it. If anything I failed the test. Now how am I going to get into the college I want?”you said frowning as you hugged Jin tightly. “Don’t think of the negative. You can reapply for the next semester so that way you can take the test again,”he said as he rubbed small circles on your lower back. “You’re right I just really wanted to go straight away to college but maybe it’s for the better,”you said as you laid in Jin’s arms.

Jungkook: “Hey (Y/N) what’d you think of the exam? It was easy right?”Jungkook said smiling,”I was stressing over nothing.” “What are talking about! It was the most difficult exam ever,”you said staring at him disbelief,”I wouldn’t be surprised if I failed.” He laughed causing you to get angry,”Why do I even bother with you.” “I’m sorry (Y/N) you must be joking right? You always get the highest scores at school. You probably just missed one question that’s why you’re freaking out,”he said smiling at you kindly,”Tell you what if you do by some magical force fail this exam I’ll buy all the buckets of ice cream you want but if you do pass you’ll accept to go on a date with me.” You rolled your eyes,”I hope you get paid soon because you’re going to be spending a lot of money on ice cream.”

Yoongi: “Are the scores posted yet?”Yoongi asked as he was typing new lyrics half paying attention to your dilemma. “I told you I’ve been checking every two seconds but nothing is popping up. What if I did so bad that the professor doesn’t even want to post it,”you said with wide eyes as you start to panic even more. “Maybe they blocked you off the site because you’re refreshing it to many times. Come here I need you to listen to this,”he said as he took off his earphones. “Yoongi-ah I can’t even think straight how do you think I can judge your music right now,”you said but went over to him anyways. “Shut up and listen to the song. Once it’s over you can refresh the page don’t think about what score you got just let the melody consume you,”he said as he took your phone and started playing the song.

Jimin: “Wait did you already get your results?”Jimin asked you worried. “No I haven’t gotten the scores but almost everyone that I know already has. I have a bad feeling about this. Plus some say if you don’t receive anything it means you total failed the test,”you said as you paced back and forward. “Let’s not jump to conclusions,”Jimin said stopping you. “What do you think? Be completely honest,”you said as you begin to panic even more. “I know you passed the test. There’s no use in panicking about something that you know deep inside that you passed. Namjoon tutored you so that’s another reason why I know you didn’t failed the test,”he said smirking. “So you’re saying that without Namjoon’s help I could’ve failed the test?”you asked raising an eyebrow. He smiled as he saw you becoming distracted about the results,”It’s possible.”


Davey Boy Smith Jr. saves a suicidal woman’s life
[October 22nd, 2017]

This is an interesting story if there ever was one. Davey Boy Smith Jr., son of the late British Bulldog, posted on Facebook a story about how he saved a woman’s life who was attempting suicide:

WOW. 😳😳😮 what a day. First off LIFE is a precious thing. I saved a life today and I am grateful I was able to do so. 🙇 When driving up 16th Avenue past bowness road in Calgary I saw a girl crying and hanging off the bridge with someone trying to talk to her. 😰I stopped and jumped the barricade and tried talking to the girl. And she was crying and an emotional mess and threatening to jump if I got closer. With people on the ground waving her not to jump I decided to grab a hold of her and not take any chances. She started to slide and want to go more as I grabbed a hold her. Luckily my years of grappling and self defense I knew how to grab her HARD and how to pull her up from hanging off and jumping. She wasn’t exactly
small either 😬I knew not to grab her clothing because she would have ripped though it.. When I yanked her off the bridge finally, I established the mount position as you do in Grappling and did not let her budge. She also said she had a gun too 😳😳. She was crying and said she just wanted a hug. But as much as I wanted to hug her I told her I couldn’t hug her because she said she had a gun. And then she squirmed and demanded I get off her. I told her “Miss your not going to move unless I want you to, I’m an expert grappler and your not going to shoot me. We will get you help life is a precious thing and I’m here to help to help you.”
I held her until the police came and the police thanked me for my help. They cuffed her and have her under arrest to get the help which she greatly needs. It a very scary site off the bridge but I’m really glad I saved a life. Life is a precious thing folks. Never take it for granted. I’m glad I was at service to help somebody today and my years of grappling came into play. I really believe if I wasn’t there and been able to grab her she would have jumped. It would have taken a few people at least to pull her off 🙇👍

Imagine letting your’s and Shane’s relationships slip when he starts shit with your brother....

Originally posted by jonnybernthal-archives

You were washing Shane’s clothes in the sun of a hot Georgia day, the sun beating down on your head as you scrubbed the dirt out of one of your boyfriend’s favorite shirts, and honestly it was your favorite shirt too.

Of course you couldn’t say out loud that you loved to wear Shane’s shirt, especially after you snuck into his tent and curled up beside his shirtless body in the sleep, of course after pulling the shirt over your naked body. Mostly because 1) Shane wanted your relationship to be very private, and so no one in the group knew you were both physically and emotionally involved with one another, and 2) if you ever told anyone in the camp you walked from your tent to his naked, your brother would freak out first, and shot an arrow between the eyes of any of the men with a naughty thought in their minds.

As you washed it a smile formed on your face, as you started to think of the look on your little brother’s face if he ever found out, however the shouts of Shane drew you out of your thoughts.

“Listen you stupid fucking hick, If I say we are going in there and tell the stupid old timer he is gonna get him and his girls killed, We as a group will.”

“And why should we? It ain’t our place, and we should be thankful just to be here. Would ya rather be in the woods with the geeks?”

“I would rather if the geeks found you and ate what little brains you even had.” Shane snapped back, but before you could even breathe, Daryl lunges at him. Shane’s body hit the mossy ground with a loud thump as Daryl landed three good punches into Shane’s face. As soon as he hit the ground you were up and running towards the two, ripping them apart and guiding Daryl away.

“Hey, Hey, D! Look at me.” You comforted as you listened to the heaving breath of your brother, and felt the shake of anger beneath your fingertips.

“D!” You screamed, his eyes snapping towards you as he exhaled once again in frustration, and then you heard the deep chuckle you loved to hear after you made a joke.

“Pretty pathetic that your own sister always has to save your ass from a fight, its like she know you are just a pussy with a crossbow.”

“What the fuck did ya just say?” You asked, looking at his smiling face in disgust.

“Oh please [Y/N], we both know without that precious crossbow of his, he would be useless.”

“Oh so the person who has the tracking skills is useless? The person with the knowledge of the woods is useless? The person who can tell ya if the berries or shrooms you are about to eat are deadly or not is useless? Well if he is fucking useless, does that make you dead weight, since he only thing you can do is just Bitch at all of us, and provide a good ride?”

You watched as his face slightly paled, and you thought a point had been made, and that maybe now he would stop picking on your brother. But it was your brother who spoke next.

“How do you know he provides a good ride, since none of us got a car?”

It was then that you realized why Shane paled, and why Daryl was questioning, and suddenly you felt your forehead break out into a sweat.

“Daryl drop it.” You replied, trying to blow off the enviable.

“[Y/N], what did ya….”


“Now [Y/N], I think ya jus…” Shane started.


“Baby please stop…”

“OH DO NOT BABY ME!” You screamed, your pointer finger pointing in his face as you took a step forward, and deeply hissed, “If you ever loved me, then why would you do this, especially after I told you from the start it bothered me. I am fucking done with your bullshit Shane Walsh.”

Your feet carried you away from the Now crowded site, Shane and Daryl both looking at where you once stood in shock, and then Shane screamed, “Get back here [Y/N]!”

“Don’t.” Daryl said as you threw up the middle finger as you continued into the woods, Daryl reaching forward to stop Shane, “Ya will just piss her off more, specially since you made her angry.”

“I swear Dixon, how did you ever handle her?”

“Well I never treated her like you, now you want to tell me how an asshole like you ever ended up bedding my sister?”

“Long story.”

“Well ya wanna tell me why y’all didn’t tell nobody?”

“Long story.” He repeated, his anger boiling as Daryl smirked

“Well good thing she wouldn’t come back for a few hours.”

Originally posted by bernthalus-christ

Shane and Daryl sat at the campfire, both surrounded by the awkward silence as they waited for you to return, you had never been gone for so long before. And as Shane poked the embers, and Daryl played with his dead squirrel guts they heard the scream, causing both to look at one another.

“Shit.” Shane hissed as he ran off towards the woods, Daryl not far behind as they were Swallowed by the darkness of the intertwining forest, the crunch of the freshly fallen leaves under their oversized boots were the only sound they could hear. Neither knew where The high-pitched scream could’ve come from but soon the crunch of leaves with joined by symphony of groans.

The groans grew louder and louder with each rapid step The grown man talk, and soon they came across their greatest fear, A group of walkers All congregated around something laying on the forest floor and even in the darkness of the night, both men knew what the smell of blood was.

They looked in horror at the group, The walkers completely unaware that right behind them stood two warm victims. The only thing That could’ve distracted them from a fresh meal would be…

Gunshots fill the woods, both Daryl and Shannon watched as Walker skulls released blood and brains at the hit of each bullet, until nothing was left standing. Once this point was reached a light lit up the mass murder scene and some male members of the group emerged, causing Shane and Daryl to reveal themselves, and look at the person laying in the middle of the bodies. Upon seeing it, and then revealing the object with the light the woods was filled with the wails of a man not known to cry.

It took all the men, and the promise of a proper burial to convince Daryl to leave the site, your body wrapped in his arms, a fresh bullet wound in your head as you lay limb in his arms. Shane was unable to even look at you, the woman he loved as you laid there lifeless. The last thing he had ever said to you was not, I love you, or I wanna marry you, or even the grunt of your name as he thrusted into you against the cold, grassy ground of the tent, it was a demand. A demand for you to return, even though he had pissed you off so much. He wished he had went after you, or apologized when he had the chance instead of just make you more upset.

The next morning a sleepless Shane rolled out of his empty tent to see Daryl still sitting by the freshly dug ground that Rick, Glenn, Maggie and Shane had unearthed just hours before. Shane slowly approached the mound, still in denial that under all that dirt was the temple he once worshipped.

“Hey man.” His gruff, saddened voice filled Daryl’s ears as he just sat there.

“Listen I just wanted to say sorry…”

“For killin my kin. My only living kin.” Daryl snapped, his Georgia voice filled with sadness, as Shane just looked at his boots.

“Despite what ya might think I did love her. I just wish…”

“Just go away.” Daryl exhaled, “and you better sleep with both eyes open asshole.”

Shane released a slow exhale as he slowly backed away, knowing he seriously messed up.

Goodbye, Farewell and Amen CA.

It’s time I parted ways with Channel Awesome. This has been coming for a awhile. So it might not be a shock to some. The direction and attitude at CA changed after the filming of the 4th year anniversary movie, To Boldly Flee.

Now things weren’t always perfect before that, of course, but it really was the start of the team/group feeling at CA being lost. Once upon a time I used to watch almost everything on TGWTG. That was something that was actually kind of possible at one point. Now it’s gotten to the point there are so many people I don’t even know most of the names on there. That’s nothing against them, I’m sure there’s a lot of talented producers on there, but it’s more of a crowd than a team at this point.
CA itself used to also make us feel remotely like we were part of team but post TBF it became clear the only goals were productions made in their studio with the Chicago crew. The company goals/focus for it’s other producers had changed. There had been quite a few things promised to us over the years including us actually being hired on by them at some point if we were consistent with our videos. Of course none of that was even close to happening. The main thing was I wasn’t a part of any of CA’s plans and it certainly doesn’t make sense for me to stay on as an appendix to the site.

While I don’t wish to be OVERLY negative about my departure I do want to be truthful and being part of CA just stopped being something I was happy about. And believe me I WAS happy about it before. I wanted to support the site before. I made that original CA bumper on my own just as a way to plug CA and give people something to show the group we were a part of, if they wanted to use it. I also did a lot of the more complicated effects for Suburban Knights for free, plus the amount of effects I had to do for that movie ended up pretty much doubling.

This leads to to another major problem I had with the company during the making of effects for the next movie, TBF. This time they promised me some pay, which was cool and there was no problem with that BUT after completion of an effects sequence I was accused of half assing it. Actually, accused sounds a bit more forthright than it actually was. They talked about it behind my back and decided to send Mat (Welshy) to covertly try and find out if I was “half assing” my effects for the film. Mat is an actual friend though so he wasn’t going to play that game and just told me flat out what was going on.

The exact effects sequence in question was where Noah has turned into the containment unit from Ghostbusters, they unplug him so there was a red light flashing, Noah’s eyes glow white, energy shoots out of his mouth and explodes through the roof.

Now if there was a problem with an effect last year on SK, Doug would simply ask me if I could make a change to it and I would. Apparently that was far too effective, so gossip and attempted covert information gathering was the way to go next year.
By the way the response I got from Doug when I originally sent him these particular effects was “LOVE IT! LOVE IT! LOVE IT! LOVE IT! LOVE IT! LOVE IT! LOVE IT! LOVE IT! LOVE IT! …”
I should have known there was a problem clearly. He would have said “love it” one more time if he was actually OK with it.
Holly was the only one who actually apologized to me for the situation either. Any of them that actually started the high school BS drama about something that could have been as simple as asking me, didn’t.
That was my thanks for doing so many effects for them last year for free.

They seemed grateful back when I did them but with CA it always seems to be what have you done for us lately.
I really wish it didn’t start feeling like that but the sad fact is it did. I’d been with them since late 2008 and started realizing they didn’t really care about me or what I did. The sad fact was we weren’t really important to CA. It was my disenchantment with the site that partly lead to me going into a heavy depression during the beginning of 2013. You might have noticed I barely did anything during the 1st few months of that year. This was partly why.

There’s been many times other producers have had a hard time with management. Especially getting answers on anything. So much so we had several meetings with them to really try and get things fixed between us and them. It resulted in a monthly newsletter they didn’t send consistently and died a quick death. Then, they let Holly go. The one person that actually communicated with us regularly. Plus it was right after she got out of the hospital. Those things were pretty much the end of me wanting to remain a part of CA.

I had made the decision to leave all ready not planning to post to the site anymore in 2015 when Michaud had an argument with Allison and told her she was off the site for not being around to talk to him with in 15 minutes. It can take DAYS to get a response, if you get one at all, from them so yeah 15 minutes in return is pretty fair. I didn’t want there to be any drama crap going on with my departure but apparently I couldn’t even have that. I informed Rob of my decision to leave the site which he was cool about but I guess Mike wasn’t and my vids were removed immediately.
6 years on that site…

Oh Hell (Bucky X Reader)

<b>A/N: WOW. I am on a roll with my Bucky writing. Poor Steve. I’m slacking. Anyway. I was in the mood for writing some angst tonight after that smut. So here y'all go! 💙</b>

<i>‘Oh hell. What did I do last night?’</i> That was Bucky’s first thought when he woke up. This wasn’t his bed. And why the hell was he naked? And man, did his head POUND. 

Snippets of last night came back, but they were hazy. 

 A bra. 

 A blue thong. 



 It was only when he turned his head and saw your familiar form, asleep, just as naked, that it all clicked. And not in a good way. 

 His eyes widened in shock and he stared at the ceiling as he tried to remember what exactly happened last night. Maybe you two didn’t fuck. Maybe you just cuddled. Naked. 

 He remembered the rest of the team going on a mission except for the two of you. Then the boredom. Then the drinking games. That’s where it got fuzzy. But he did remember that he made the first move. And God, did your lips taste like heaven. 

 He ran his hand through his hair in frustration. He should NOT be having these thoughts. It was not helping his morning wood. But then again neither was the thought of you sleeping naked next to him. 

 You shifted and rolled over to face him and he froze. Bruises and bite marks dotted your neck and chest, disappearing under your hair and he looked around. He needed to get out of here before you woke up. But where the hell were his clothes? 

<i>‘I am never drinking again.’</i> He thought to himself, still in shock. How could he have had sex with you? Did he like you? Fuck yes. More than he wanted to admit. But there was no way he’d ever let himself get involved with you. You needed someone safe, not a flight risk with murderous tendencies.

 He spotted his black boxers crumpled in the corner of the room and quietly eased out of bed, trying not to wake you. He tip toed over and slid them up, glancing around for the rest of his clothes. 

 “Bucky?” Your groggy voice asked from behind him and he froze, heart dropping. He sighed and cleared his throat. “Yeah?” He turned back to face you and you sat up in bed, hair rumpled, and even more hickeys and bite marks coming into view as the blanket slid off your shoulders to pool around your waist. God, your breasts looked great. He hated to admit it, but a jolt of satisfaction ran through him at the site of his marks on you. 

“What’re you doing?” You asked, rubbing your eyes as you gazed at him. His heart clenched as he prepared himself for what he was about to do. “I’m…I gotta go.” He finally told you, spotting his jeans and padding over to them. 

 You yawned and moved to get out of bed. “Okay. Let me get dressed and I’ll come with you.” You offered and he shook his head as he zipped up his jeans. “No, no. That’s okay. I know how to get out. Same way I came in.” He brushed you off, finally looking at you again. 

 Your brows were drawn together and confusion was obvious in your gaze as you hugged your chest. “Is…this about last night?” You asked hesitantly and he sighed, running his hands through his hair. “No? Well, yes. Actually, I don’t know.” He laughed without humor. “To be completely honest, I don’t remember everything about last night, but I can piece it together.” He nodded awkwardly. 

“And I mean, we were… We were pretty drunk, (Y/N).” He laughed, looking desperately for his shirt. “And mistakes happen when you’re that drunk.” He added, glancing at you. He wished he hadn’t. 

You’d pulled the blanket up around you again as if it could protect you from his words and you looked ready to cry. “A mistake. This was all a mistake to you.” You whispered so quietly he almost didn’t hear. 

He sighed. “No, that’s, that’s not what I’m saying.” You shook your head at his words, putting your face in your hands. “What about all those things you said? What about what I said?” You asked him shakily and he shrugged, grabbing his shirt from under the bed. “We were drunk. People say stupid things when they’re drunk.” He offered. Why were you making this so hard? Why couldn’t you let him escape already? Couldn’t you see it was killing him to hurt you?

 “I wasn’t that drunk, James.” You told him, and he grimaced. You used his first name. The only other time you did that was when he got shot on a mission. Using his first name was not a good sign. 

 “Listen, (Y/N),” he began, his previous one night stand experience kicking in, but you cut him off, voice shaking. 

“Am I supposed to forget last night? Because I was buzzed, yes, but nothing is hazy for me.” You told him, lip trembling, and seeing you like that only made him want to hurt the fucker that made you cry. Except this time, it was him. 

“Yes.” He amended quietly, and you flinched like you’d been slapped. “We can go back to the way it was. But only if you pretend last night never happened.” He explained, willing you to understand. “I didn’t sign up for a relationship, (Y/N).” 

 You laughed bitterly. “The way it was? You mean how we act like we don’t like each other? How we pretend like we don’t notice the other when they walk into a room? Am I supposed to go back to pretending I don’t want to kiss you? Because I don’t want to go back to the way it was.” You paused to take a shaky breath, wiping away a tear that had fallen. “I’ve never… Never had someone I could trust in my life. And I thought with you…. Maybe i found someone. I don’t regret last night, Bucky. And I know you don’t either. Or else you’d be looking at me right now, and not at the floor.” You were crying freely now and all he wanted to do was run to you and hold you in his arms and kiss the tears away. 

To tell you that you were right. That he didn’t regret last night, because with every second he spent talking to you and looking for his shoes, a new memory resurfaced. But he couldn’t do that. It wasn’t fair to you. And you’d end up hating him for this, but it was better this way. For everyone. 

 “I’m sorry. But you’re wrong.” He took a deep shaky breath himself as he prepared to tear you apart. “You’re not the only girl I’ve had a one night stand with. You’re not special.” He said coldly, picking up his shoes in one hand. You bit your lip and clenched the blanket in your fists. 

“I guess I was wrong about you, Barnes. I guess I can’t trust you either.” You whispered and he turned away, gripping not the door handle as he walked out of your room and closed the door, wishing he couldn’t hear you sobbing from the other side as a tear ran down his cheek himself. 

 By telling you that you were nothing special, he’d severed all ties to you and made you feel like nothing. You’d handed him your heart and he’d crushed it and threw it back at you. And he couldn’t go back. No matter how much he wanted to.

Originally posted by sebstans

Sub Michael- Michael Clifford Imagine- straight version

Requested- Yes

Anon-  If so can you do a Sub!Michael were he’s a virgin and has literally no idea what the fuck he’s supposed to do because he’s never watched porn like most guys his age? Love your blog btw ?￰゚リリ?

Pairing- Michael Clifford & Y/N

Words- 2500+

Summary-  You discover your best friend, Michael is a virgin and decide to change that 

NOTE- I can make an extra part to any imagine/smut in my masterlist.  Just ask


Masterlist / Ask

It was one of those weekends when you had the house to yourself. It didn’t happen often and you had planned to have a ball. You were going to eat all the junk food you liked, sprawl out on the sofa and dance naked without a care in the world but at ten pm on the first night you had found yourself freaking out and, eventually you had gave in and called your friend, Michael. 

 He had just arrived and given you a proper teasing about what a wuss you are. You didn’t want to confess that your plans had fallen through. You’d actually intended on having another boy stay the night but his parents had grounded him and he was struggling to sneak out. You had a bit of a thing going with this boy. It wasn’t anything serious but he was insanely good in bed.  

“Shut up,” you whined as Michael ribbed you again.

 "Nah it’s cool. You better have food though. I’m starving.“ 

 He stalked past you and straight in to the sitting room. 

 "Wow you sure do have food,” he chuckles, taking in the array on the table, “you were going to eat all this yourself?" 

 You gulp. You’d forgot to put that away. Michael laughed at you until his eyes fell on the numerous candles lit around the room and he noticed the sexy music playing. You really should have tided up before he got here but you’d spent the time convinced that you’d heard a noise and waited outside on the door step for Michael. 

 "Whoa. Were you expecting someone else?” He frowns.

 "Um,“ you blush furiously. 

 "Fucking hell Y/N. Great so your booty call can’t make it and you invite me round? Wow I feel so used." 

 He’s teasing but you can hear an underlying hint of hurt in his voice. 

 "I meant to tidy up,” you admit.

 "So what was the plan? Force feed him mallows and popcorn then dance for him to this shite before boning on the sofa?“ 

 "Okay you do not get to judge me!” You snap at your best friend. 

“Yes I do. That’s what friends are for.”

 He laughs as you scowl at him and takes a seat on the sofa. He grabs the remote and points it at the TV and you are just a fraction of a second too late. Porn that you recorded earlier flashes up on the screen and Michael drops both the remote and his jaw. 

 "What the hell?“ His head cocked to the side. "How is she bending like that? What is that?!!!!" 

 He quickly turns it off, his face flustered. You’d never seen a boy react like that to porn before. Most boys loved it. 

 "You watch some crazy stuff,” Michael scoffed. “Gee relax Michael it’s just porn. Nothing you won’t have seen before.”

 You flopped down on the seat beside him and instantly noticed the red tinge on his face. 

 "Wait are you blushing?“ 

 "What? No!" 

 "Yes you are. You’re bright red. Why are you so embar-,” you stopped as it hit you, “you’ve never watched porn before have you?" 

 "My parents blocked those kind of sites and it’s not like I’m going to get up at 3am and go downstairs to watch some while they sleep." 

 "But what do you get off to then?" 

 He gulped and his Adam’s apple rolled down his throat. 

 "Michael you do masturbate don’t you?” You ask. 

 "You know this conversation is getting a little bit too personal for friends.“ 

 "Oh come on Michael,” you snap, “I know you have a crush on me. You told Ashton and he blurted it out at the party last week when you were passed out in the toilet." 

 "What? Ugh I’m going to kill him." 

 "Never mind Ashton just answer the question. Have you or have you by masturbated before.”

 He sighed and closed his eyes as he answered. 


 "Oh my god." 

 "What its not a big deal." 

 "So the only time you’ve ever orgasmed is during sex?" 

 You see and hear him swallow deeply. 

 "Well not exactly. I. Um well-" 

 "Whoa are you a Virgin?" 

 "I need a drink,” Michael got to his feet and stalked out of the room but you raced after him. 

 "How?!“ You demanded, "how can you be a Virgin??" 

 "Look Y/N can we talk about something else please?”

 "I just don’t get it. Your like the hottest guy around and you’ve never slept with someone? Never had an orgasm?“ 

 "Did you just call me hot?" 

 "Not the point Michael!”

 "No you know what? I’m thinking it is the point. You think I’m hot and you know I have a crush on you so why haven’t you said anything till no?“ 

 "Ashton didn’t tell anyone you had a crush on me. I figured it out myself and wanted to check if I was right,” you admit. 

“Why would you want to know?”

 "Because you’re hot Michael. Okay? I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about going there and maybe if we weren’t such good friends then I would but-“ 

 "But what? What y/n? I don’t see a downside here. I get to lose my virginity and you can teach me the tricks of the trade." 

 "You want me to teach you how to have sex?" 

 "Why not?”

 "Um cause it’s us!“ You laugh.

 "Michael you covered me in silly string at our last school dance and you helped me egg that old guys house for our first Halloween together. You’re the boy whose always been there. What if sex changes that?" 

"What if doesn’t? What if it’s amazing and we realise how right we are together?" 

 You want to be strong and turn him down. It’s such a huge risk but you know your not strong enough to do that. He’s standing in front of you in his ripped skinny jeans and green day tank top and his raven hair is sticking up all over the place. He licks his rosy lips and his cheeks are flushed and the idea that nobody has ever touched this boy is bringing out a dominant side of you. You know you could give him the best night of his life. And, you also knew that Michael was a pleaser. He wouldn’t stop until you were taken care of too. That didn’t happen a lot with the guys you had been with. 

 It had always been in the back of your mind that maybe you and Michael weren’t meant to just be friends but the reality of it was scary. He knew so much and you cared for him in a way you’d never cared about anyone else. It was also an immense amount of pressure. What if he slept with you and then decided that he hated sex or something? He didn’t let you deliberate any longer and you gasped as his hand slid round your waist and he crushed your pelvis to his as your lips met in a flurry of passion. 

 "Tell me about your fantasies,” he begged as you pulled back and bit down on your lip.

 "Well you are a cocky little fucker most of the time so they mainly consisted of me making you my little sex slave,“ you confess.

 Michael’s face says it all. You’ve never seen anyone look so turned on and you feel his length twitch against your core.

 "Fuck y/n. You’re going to kill me." 

 "No baby I’m going to give you the most intense pleasure you’ve ever felt,” you smirk, taking his hand and leading him out of the room. 

 You take him to your bedroom and it’s a mixture of sexy and strange. Michael’s been in here loads of times. You’ve laid on your bed and shared your darkest secrets but now he was here for something entirely different. 

 "Kneel on the floor while I get changed,“ you demand pointing to a spot in the centre of your room.

 Michael cocks an eyebrow at you.

 "Don’t make me ask twice Michael!” You sigh, rolling your eyes. 

 He seems enticed by your dominant attitude and quickly does as you say with his lower lip between his teeth.

 "Don’t move until I say you can.“ 

 You exit the room to change in to something a bit sexier. You already have sensual underwear on under your clothes though it was not originally planned for Michael. 

 When you enter the room again he looks round at you and his jaw drops. He’s completely at a loss for words and you sashay towards him and take his hands, helping him to his feet. You turn away from him with your back against his chest and you press his hands to your body. He lets out a sharp breath as you guide his hands in yours. You splay them across your stomach then lower them down to your thighs before bringing them back up to cusp your breasts through your bra. When you turn to face him his face is red and his breathing is irregular. You lift his hands above his head and pull his top away from him. 

He lets out a shrill moan as you lean in and kiss across his pectorals. 

 "I’m so going to enjoy making you come inside me,” you admit and he gulps loudly. 

 "You want that Mikey?“ You tease him. 

 "Fuck yes,” he breathes. 

 "You circle around him until you are behind him and then you reach a hand around to unhook his belt while you rest your chin on his shoulder. 

 "I’m so wet for you right now,“ you confess and you feel his whole body stiffen in response to your dirty words. 

 You pull his belt clean off and drop it to the floor before kneeling and shuffling him round to face you. He peers down at you through long lashes and his lips purse as you tug the button on his jeans loose and pull them down. Wow. He’s not even completely naked and you can tell he is huge. Your friends used to always tease him and say that he must be small cause he has stubby little fingers but they couldn’t have been more inaccurate. You’d never been with anyone even near his size.

 You began to feel nervous but you kept your composure and palmed him through his boxers. His hips thrust forward, pushing himself further in to your hand with a soft groan. You removed his boxers completely and then stood. 

"You sure you want this?” You asked. 

 "Please,“ he begged. 

 You nodded and lead him to the bed. You beckoned for him to lay down and his length stood to attention off his smooth body. You loved the look on his face when you stood at the bottom of the bed and remove your panties. His eyes widened and they skimmed your body up and down with the most hungry expression you’d ever seen on another persons face. He had no idea how much his innocent face was turning you on. 

 He gulped as you strolled round the side of the bed and leaned over, gripping his hands. You took them together and tied them to the head rest with your panties. It wasn’t the best knot but you didn’t have a lot of fabric to work with and it did the trick for now. 

 "What?” He gulped. 

 "Close your eyes,“ you demanded. 

 He obeyed without question and you removed your bra before climbing above him and wrapping it round his eyes. 

 "Fuck, y/n. What are you doing?" 

 You just giggled as your lips lowered to the line between his pectorals. He groaned as you kissed across them, loving the feel of the hair on his chest as it tickles your mouth. You, slowly worked your way down his body, following the little happy trail at the lower end of his torso. His moans were consistent and even until you brought your lips down around his tip. His hips bucked and he groaned loudly as he tried to free himself from his restraints.

 "Fuck y/n." 

You smirked to yourself and leaned back, taking a proper look. You’d never have guessed Michael Gordon Clifford would be beneath you like this but it was the most thrilling sight you had ever seen. You couldn’t wait to have that large shaft inside you but you wanted this to be amazing for Michael. You grinned as you gripped his balls and his mouth fell open with a guttural growl. 

"Please baby. More,” he mewled as you rolled his balls in your palm. 

 You lowered your mouth again and this time you went to town on his length. His moans and grunts just egged you on like an arousing song and you deep throated him as best you could until you noticed his legs begin to stiffen. Then you stopped and a whine fell from Michael’s lips. 

 "Hey I’m in charge here you whinge,“ you teased him. 

 Oh he had no idea what he was in for. You line yourself up, hovering over his length while gripping the bottom of it in your right fist then you sink down on to him. His head jerked upwards and curses spilled from his innocent mouth. You quickly removed the panties from around his hands and he rubbed his wrists a little before resting them on your hips. 

 He was still blindfolded but you wanted to see those eyes as he came apart beneath you and, so you reached over and pulled the bra away from his face. His eyes instantly went to your breasts and a raspy cry echoed from deep inside him. 

 He lifted his hands and brought his fingers around your nipples. He seemed a little overwhelmed about what to do and uncertain if this was right so you pushed your chest forward, encouraging him and he began to get the swing of it. His fingers rolled your nipples and you let out a loud moan that made his length twitch inside you. 

 "It’s so much tighter than I thought it would be,” he confesses and you smile. 

“Shh just enjoy it Mikey,” you smirk. 

 You bounce yourself on his length while his fingers explore every inch of your body and you know he is close when his hands freeze on you and his boyish face screws up.

 "Look at me when you come,“ you demand. 

 He does as he is told and the face he makes tips you over. The pair of you come together and it’s like tsunami of pleasure. No orgasm has ever felt this good, Michael’s length can reach parts of you that you thought were only myth.  

"Wow,” he chuckles as you roll of him and lay down on the bed beside him. “That was amazing. That was amazing, right?" 

 "Out of this world,” you assure him.

 "Okay now I want you to teach me something else?“ 

 "What’s that?” You ask, not bothering to look at him.

 His next sentence makes your head snap round to look at him though. 

 "Teach me how to eat you out?“

I found out I was ace about 2 years ago. Before that I never even questioned being straight because I have had mild romantic feelings towards boys but I never really show strong emotions in general and also figured out it will change as I get older. But then I fell for a girl like really hard and “Holy cow, maybe I’m not straight”. But I knew I liked boys too and the bi label didn’t quite feel nice so I let it go until one sleepless summer night I found a link on tumblr that took me to the AVEN website. I spent HOURS browsing through the site and it all clicked together and it was almost dawn when I told myself “Well, that must mean I’m ace.” And let me tell you, I could physically  feel the weight come off my heart.

Then one day I was spending time with my friend, who happens to be the girl I fell for and then something happens, I can’t really explain what but we are suddenly really close to each other and I started feeling THINGS, you know, the butterflies in your stomach, heart pounding, palms sweating things. I panicked but somehow managed to get through this awkward situation. Since then it happened a few times and only with that girl, so after almost a year of questioning I can proudly say I’m demisexual.

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Fuck service dog scam “certification”

I just went to re-sign my lease. They said oh, you have a dog. I told them no, I have a service animal. And she said she needs “that certification paperwork”. I told her no such certification exists. She said yes, it does you get it from the state.

My phone refused to work so I couldn’t pull up the laws saying there is NO registration or certification.
And she goes yes, there is. It’s a certificate of authenticity and it has the dog’s picture on it. Someone else just moved in with a service dog and had it.
I told her that is illegal. I’m willing to provide a letter from my therapist (I don’t currently have a doctor) and I can print out the FHA regulations as well. I informed her that those certificates are all scams and she just blew me off going “We know what we’re doing”. Obviously not.

So to anyone who thinks using those fake registries doesn’t hurt teams, fuck you. I might get evicted because some asshole can’t read the law. Whether that person’s dog is actually a service dog or not isn’t my call to make, but fuck those scam sites.

I Chose You... - 11 (James T. Kirk/Reader)

Part One  Part Two  Part Three  Part Four  Part Five  Part Six  Part Seven  Part Eight  Part Nine  Part Ten

Originally posted by iamnevertheone

You opened your eyes a while later. You must have fallen asleep, something you had not intended. Pushing up slowly you stood up trying not to put strain on your side. Your landing had really done a number on your body and the Essabe did everything they could, but it wasn’t what you needed.

You walked out into the other room and saw the trio plus Suri looking  as something on the table. Kirk looked over to you finally as you stepped in, “Hey…you’re awake.”

“What are you looking at?” You walked over to them.

“Chekov and Suri were able to get plans of the city.” He told you as you stepped up to the table, “We were just getting a feel for where things are located, while Suri explained what some of the structures and technology was made of.”

“Why didn’t you wake me?” You looked at him irritated.

“You…were sleeping…” He told you putting on his captain face, “With some input from your doctor I decided that it would be better if you rested.”

“You decided…” You looked away from taking a deep breath, “Fine…we should get to work.”

“Sor Y/N…” You looked over at Suri, “I was talking with Mr. Chekov on the way back. I had explained to him how everything is linked through our…I think you called them veins…we call it Vembas…it’s a power source. He said it would be a good place to start.”

“Chekov has a good head and was thinking along the same lines as I…” You smiled at him.

“She also said that this problem started a few months ago.” You looked at Bones as he pointed to the furthest point on the map, “I know you were already taken here to see what has happened, but maybe another set of eyes can see something else. If this place is really all organic…maybe my scanner can pick something up.”

“Yes…I took basic samples but I couldn’t see anything of note.” You nodded slowly crossing your arms over your chest, “Take Captain Kirk with you, I’ll go with Chekov to the Vembas source.”

“Bregon will take you there.” Suri smiled at Kirk and Bones as you and Chekov moved for the door, “He’s outside waiting.”

Kirk stood there a moment as Bones gathered up his things, “Did I do something wrong?”

Bones looked at him, “You are asking the wrong man…Don’t you remember when we met I just got out of a nasty divorce. Star Fleet was the only place I could go.”

“She…just seems…” Kirk started.

“Look Jim,” Bones put a hand on his arm, “she was kidnapped, she’s in a lot of pain even if she denies it, and she probably just wanted to be included so we can go home. You did the right thing, she needed the rest so the meds could take effect.”

Kirk nodded following him out.  He looked up at Bregon who was standing there like a pillar, “Hey buddy…gonna give us a ride? Or are we hoofing it?”

Bregon huffed rolling his eyes as he started walking. Bones looked at his captain, “I don’t think he likes you.”

“It’s going around…” Kirk sighed adjusting his jacket as he caught sight of you with Chekov in the distance. His heart fluttered a little as he licked his lips. He hoped you were okay and took care of yourself.

“Jim! Come on keep up, I don’t big guy is going to wait for us.” Bones shouted at him.

You glanced over seeing Kirk run to catch up to Bones and Bregon. You smiled a little knowing he’d gotten distracted by you. You hadn’t meant to be so crossed with him, you just weren’t made for away missions.

“Suri…” The young girl looked down at you, “There’s something Chekov and I need to do before the power source. We need to get a message to our ship so they know we’re okay and so they don’t send anyone else here.”

“Yes…this vould be a goot idea. No doubt Mr. Spock will be worried…” Chekov nodded backing up your claim.

“Of course. I’ll take you to the communication relay first. My brother works there I’m sure he’ll be happy to help.” Suri smiled at you brightly.

“Good…we can see if any of their hails have finally made it through.” You looked at Chekov giving him a knowing look. He smiled giving you brisk nod knowing that the understood as you passed a group of Essabe who looked less then thrilled to see you walk about the city.

Kirk leaned over an hour later, “I’m not sure walking was a good idea.”

“With all the running you do from aliens on other planets…I’m really surprised that you aren’t in better shape.” Bones commented as he started scanning the area.

Kirk looked at him debating whether or not to make a smart remark. He decided against it, “You getting anything?”

He watched the doctor scanning everything as he walked further into the black masses. Bregon had left them at the edge of the decay where there was a clear contrast of what was alive and what wasn’t. 

Where Bregon stood was bright and full of that rich blue colors everything was made of as well as the the constant pattern of the neon luminescent Vembas. Kirk looked back to Bones seeing the black earth…as if the very essence of everything was sucked from it. Like a withering plant loses everything about it’s self.

“It’s strange…” Bones stopped looking at him, “It says that it was a live…that all of these buildings at one point as some semblance of life, but now it’s just…ash.”

“Ash? Like literal ash or metaphorical?”  Kirk looked at the ground beneath his feet.

“It’s not ash…it’s death…like…” He looked at Kirk, “it’s like whatever keeps this place alive was cut off. Like if you wrapped a wire around your finger, eventually the lack of blood would start killing the finger.”

“What would cause that? I mean…how? How can a planet just caught off a section of itself and die?” Kirk put his hands on his hips.


“I know, I know,  you’re a doctor not an agricultural engineer…” Kirk waved it off.

“No, Jim, look.” Kirk stepped up to where Bones was standing and looked at what he was pointing at.

“Well…I’ll be damned…” Kirk looked at him, “We need to get to Y/N and Chekov and let them know.”

You stood there behind Suri as she tried to get us into the communications room, but her brother was not being helpful. From his body language and hand motions he was in fact very against it.

Finally you couldn’t take it anymore, “Suri…excuse me…Hi…I’m Y/N. I’m the unwelcome visitor that your higher ups decided to take from her ship to help you.”

You paused briefly for Suri to translate, “You may or may not have heard, but I and my crew members have been given access to whatever we need to help save your planet so I’m afraid I have to insist that we get in there to contact our people.”

He looked down at you then to Suri shaking his head again, “Hey! This isn’t a negoatiation…I’m coming in there.”

His large hand pushed you roughly back when you took a step forward. You fell back into Chekov’s arm, “Ay! There’s no need vor hostilities…ve’re simply trying to help!”

With his help you regained your balance as the door shut in Suri’s face, “…what are you keeping from us?”

She looked at you, “I don’t understand…”

“What aren’t you all telling us? Maybe you don’t know…but maybe you do…” You put a hand to your side, “I don’t understand…you came to us…we are willing to help…but your people are constantly blocking any help that I offer.”

Suri looked down, “Our people aren’t like your Star Fleet, Sor Y/N…We have only known ourselves and no one else. What is happening is frightening…the fact that it has reached out city limits…”

“Wait…” You stopped her as you stepped forward looking into her dark eyes, “There are more areas then the one you’ve taken me too?”

“Yes…there are several sites in the forest. We have been told to stay away from them.” She told you.

“Are they mapped out? Could you show them to us?” You asked her hoping to get to the bottom off all the questions.

“I…well…” She seemed conflicted, “I suppose I could show you on the map…but…”

“But, what?” You watched her as fear spread through her face.

“I can’t…take you there.” She told you, “I’m sorry…I just…I could get into a lot of trouble…I…”

“Suri it’s okay…as long as you’re sure where these places are…I need you to be sure.” You put your hands on hers.

“I can be…” She nodded looking into your eyes, “Let me take you to the Vembas…I’ll get it for you while you make your studies.”

You smiled, “Thank you Suri…I’m glad we have you on our side. I really do want to help you and your people.”

“I know…” She nodded, “I watched you talk to your…uh…leaders…you convinced them of the changes that needed to be made. I wish I had courage to speak up.”

“Well I didn’t get it over night.” You smiled at her, “Suri, it takes brave moments…like getting the correct locations for people, to find find that courage to speak up against masses. Never be ashamed that you can’t speak up now.”

She smiled and nodded, “Follow me.”

You nodded taking a deep breath before you felt Chekov touch your arm gently, “Ma’am…are you alright?”

“Yes, Pavel…I’m alright…” You smiled at him reassuringly, “I’m just not an explorer. This is…you and James…I’m meant for labs and stations, not forest with alien cultures that I no doubt will upset and offend.”

He smiled at you, “If it makes you feel better…Captain is very a o-ffensive to many alien cultures and ve run very fast and quite frequently…”

You laughed looking at him, “Thank you Pavel I needed that.”

He nodded walking with you, “So…you and ze Captain…you are quite friendly, no?”

You looked at him surprised by the forwardness, “I guess you could say that, yes.”

He smiled brightly, “This is goot…”

“Is it?” You tilted your head a little.

“Yes, a happy captain means happy crew.” He told you, “But a captain who is in love…that captain ensures his crew is not just happy…but safe.”

You stared him as you walked, “I…are we so obvious?”

“No…” He shook his head, “But ze way he reacted upon you capture…is only a way a man in love vould react.”

“Pavel…” You smiled at him, “You will make a woman very happy one day.”

“Ay…I vish it was sooner then later…” He put his hand over his heart, “I long for vhat you and ze captain has…”

You chuckled listening to him. You wondered though if what you and James had would work? You were dedicated to your work, as was he. He was an explorer and you were a scientist, and neither of you would just give up your career. 

Certainly choices would need to be made in the future…but for now more pressing matters needed attention.

Today was a good day.

So, at the suggestion of my counselor, I had a remedial driving lesson my old driving teacher (seriously though, come November it will have been a YEAR since I started taking lessons from him). He said that he feels like I’m ready to take my practical, and honestly? I feel like I’m ready too. 

Now I just have to see if when my cousin comes back with my mom’s old car (seriously though, he just up and disappears for days, sometimes nights every time he visits), will be up for accompanying me to the test site for Monday, and hopefully before long, I can finally get my driver’s license after all these years, and be more independent!

Also, I bought a newspaper to browse for available jobs around, and epicly told off a local guy who’s been bugging me for a long time so yeah…I’m actually feeling pretty good right now :)

Well, I’ll see you guys tomorrow, I’m going to go rewatch the first and second episodes of Over the Garden Wall. 

My Little Baby Llama - Part 2

This is the second part of “ My Little Baby Llama” series. This one is more Phan Fluff than Lizzie and Dan fluff, but I loved writing it as all. Hope you guys like it! And forgive me about the mistakes, English is not my first language, and its 4am right now.



Part 2: A weird night 

Dan’s POV

I have always been very lucky on the “new parent” department. First of all, Lizzie didn’t cry at night. She wouldn’t sleep until 3 am, but she wouldn’t cry either. For the first few months after she was born, I would sleep at Clary’s, to take care of her in the middle of the night, since I wouldn’t sleep early either. It was hard because of the fans, Phil and I had to pretend to be living together, but we weren’t for 90% of the time. I always thought that we were too lucky, that one day we would be sleeping at 4am and she would wake up screaming and wouldn’t stop until noon, but that was never the case. After she grew up, she never gave us hard time either. I moved to London when she was really small, so she was used to talk to me most of the time trough facetime and skype, and I would make sure to come home to her every few months and on Christmas. For her last two birthdays I wasn’t able to be here for her, because of radio show and live show, but we always made sure to celebrate it in a big way, and I was present online. She is fine with that. She is a really smart girl that understands the world around her, and that makes me one of the luckiest person in the world. Except for today.

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When I Get Home, You're So Dead

Mayday parade: “when I get you home, you’re so dead” song preference


The words are coming I feel terrible
Is it typical for us to act like this
Am I just another scene
From a movie that you’ve seen 100 times
Cause baby you weren’t the first or the last or the worst

“You’re such a fucking slut, did you not think that I would find out about you cheating on me?” I roared at her shaking figure.

She shook her head in fear.

“And with Calum! One of my best friends! How could you?” I shouted enraged

“I-I’m so sorry Michael I-”

“Get out!” I said grabbing her and dragging her to the door. “I can’t stand to be around you any longer go find some other guy to fuck around with because I never want to see you again!” Before I could push her out of the door she retaliated.

“You’re not so innocent yourself!” She screamed “you’re such a hypocrite! I’m not the only one cheating!”

“What do you mean?” I asked confused at how she would have found out.

“You’ve been with a different girl every time you go out!” She shouted

“How the hell did you find that out?”

“Well how do you think Calum persuaded me to get my own back on you?” She spat as her face was red in anger.

“What so you’re saying we’re even now?” I asked

“Yes. Can we just let this go now?” She said tiredly.

“We can’t keep doing this” I said quietly

“I know, but- I’m not ready to let you go” she whispered.

“One more night” I told her

“One more night” she confirmed as I crashed my lips onto hers roughly. We both knew this wouldn’t be the last time.


And baby I understand that you’re making new friends
This is how you get by
The moral this time is
Girls make boys cry

“Come on mate move on she isn’t the type to fall in love and you know that, this Is only going to break your heart” Michael said as we were siting in a booth at the club.

I was currently watching my best friend getting off with some random guy the other side of the room. I hated it. I hated that it wasn’t me.

“Why does she do this? Isn’t it clear how I feel about her?” I asked Michael.

“Look she’s oblivious but you know this is how she gets by” he told me

“I wish it wasn’t” I said sadly feeling the sudden urge to cry.

“Maybe you should tell her how you feel” he said

“I can’t she would never love me back” I said. My eye caught hers as she waved from across the club happily before gesturing to the boy she had next to her and winking. I sighed before getting up.

“I’ll see you later, make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid”


Consider this as a gift as you taste him on your lips
And he’s making you scream with his hands on your hips
I hope he’s leaving you empty baby this is just a fix
For such a simple little whore

“You honestly can’t tell me you don’t think of me when your with him” I asked her pushing her up against the wall to make her look at me.

“Calum, please leave” she sighed

“Tell me you don’t think about me every time he makes you scream, or every time he touches you here, here ore here” I whispered the last part as I added pressure with my fingers over her clothed heat.

“Calum, please don’t I’m not in the mood to talk to you now” she sighed but I pushed her further into the wall.

“You can’t honestly say you don’t miss me like I miss you” I said sadly looking into her eyes as they softened. “He treats you like you’re some type of… Some type of whore” I said watching as tears sprung to her eyes.

“I know” she said quietly as I took her face in my hands and kissing her sweetly.

“Come home with me?”


Pull the trigger
It never gets closer
You want to start over
but never start over

“I can’t do it anymore Ashton” she shouted at me shaking as tears uncontrollably fell down her flushed cheeks.

“Put the gun down” I told her trying not to break down as she could pull the trigger ending her life any minute. “Please, don’t do this.” I told her starting to cry.

“I have nothing left Ashton. I have nothing no home, no job nothing!” She shouted “nobody will ever love me” she cried

“You have me!” I shouted making her cry harder. “Just-jut please don’t do this it’s not the answer we can talk about it okay”

“Y-you think I’m a whore, everybody thinks I’m a whore. They won’t stop judging me can’t they just leave me alone please” she sobbed falling to the ground. I rushed over to her holding her as she cried. I managed to pry the gun from her hands chucking it to the other side of the room.

“You’re safe with me, I won’t let anybody hurt you ever” I soothed kissing her hair.

A/N: omg the Ahston one is so dramatic oops, but someone requested this like a month ago so here you go it’s really bad but I decided i’d kept you waiting long enough anon.