i tried a different format for this one and idk yet if i like it or not

anonymous asked:

You seem like someone who isn't new to fandom and I have to ask: have you ever had the experience of seeing a large chunk of a show's fanbase actively campaign against a spinoff? i.e. is what's going down with The Blacklist a unique case?

*rickety grandma voice* I’ve seen some crazy-ass shit, son.

Jokes aside, yes, to me it is rather unique, anon, because TBL/R is a unique creative catastrophe. More rambling and complaining behind the cut, as usual:

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The Riders of Pern AU y’all didn’t know you wanted?

Alright my dudes, it’s HC week for 007 fest so here are some of my personal favorite headcanons for Dragon Riding 00Q

-James is one of the Riders from Before that came forward and went to populate the South Weyres. 

-His Bronze is a lazy little shit in it’s down time and James literally has to bribe him to just about anything. 

-Q was an apprentice healer who also tinkered with everything from instruments, to gear, to tools for fighting thread. The Harpers kept trying to steal him too because he plays one hell of a pipe. 

-Q was at a Hatching when a Queen hatched and she near about killed three of the Candidates to try to claim her when Q came running down because, “For the love of the little green dragons, move! She’s startled.” And he Impressed her and no one knew what to do. The other weyr women were in a frenzy over the scandal. 

- They don’t know what to do. They couldn’t kill the queenlet or her rider. So Q gets to keep her and she him. They grow together and soon his queen is old enough to mate

- But she wont.

-  Every bronze that comes for her she beats off and their riders have just as much trouble navigating some kind of courtship or even alliance with Q.

-  They start bringing in Bronzes from other wyres. None of them can catch Q’s Gold. But then this James from one of the Southern Wyres is there with his skin almost the same shade as his dragon. He’s older and scarred by Thread and his dragon is stropey and sassy and just as flirtatious and dangerous as his rider. Q and his Gold both agree that these idiots will not fly them. They swear.

-  But then the flight starts again and the bronze tries something different. He out flies the Queen easily, brushes her wings with his then takes off in another direction. It’s a game. She quite likes games and is a little bit charmed enough to let her guard down. In the Wyre Q and Bond are exchanging barbs at breakneck speed, each leaning towards the other over Q’s work table in his private quarters.

-  As a weyr leader, q is always going to be on the front lines, always there helping when a rider is struck by thread. He patrols outer settlements, helps everyone he can. He is in constant contact with the other riders, making sure they’re scouring for Thread that got past them, making sure they’re not injured. He loves his Weyre mate, he does, but James is a reckless idiot and he’s going to be the death of Q yet.

- When he comes back to the Weyr with thread burns and quick field patches Q glares at him and throws him into the baths then sends him to Felix because “I don’t want to have to be the one listening to you moan about how much it itches.”

- James always worms his way out of trouble though.

- Well he gets his Bronze to do it for him. 

- Q and the Bronze get along swimmingly and James doesn’t know what to do with it.

-I thought you were on my side.

-I serve at the pleasure of the Queen Dragon. 

- Lout.

- Q wants you to make sure the herdbeasts are all in for the next Fall.

- They run their Weyr pretty fairly and even start building a Hall for Q to teach other tinkerers and healers. James takes Moneypenny on as his second wing. She brings with her new tactic formations that are meant to cover for those riders who need to slip Between to snuff out Thread hits. 

- Anyways, they ride dragons and kick some ass. It’s great

To Chanbaek Unbelievers...

i just saw someone posted on chanbaek’s tag about we chanbaek’s shippers being irrational and delusional about chanbaek and ask us to stop asking two guys being gay for each other..

i was like ….

what the….

this is my own opinion.. there’s no need to bash me for what i believe ok..

i am a chanbaek shipper.. and at some point, i do believe they are real.. however, i never asked them to be gay for each other..

even-tho if they are straight, do i have to stop shipping them,..?

no.. i don’t.. 


because i don’t want to..

truthfully speaking, i do believe that they have something for each other even-tho now Baekhyun have a girlfriend (which i highly doubt about)..

yeah, the unbeliever will said they are just friends and their moments are just deep friendship..? but dear, friends don’t do what they do..

you don’t look at your friends like this..no matter how close you are.. i don’t even look at my boyfriend like how chanbaek look at each other..

u said chanbaek is all fanservice..? all of their “moments” are planned and scripted..? for your information, chanbaek has many “moments” that are barely caught on camera..

being together in the midst of many people on the boat..

footsie.. i didn’t realized this until i saw a post in tumblr about this.. in the actual show, u can barely see this scene.. 

if they are fanservice, why it barely caught on camera..? since its a fanservice souldn’t they do it openly..? like hugging and hold arms in public..? its a fanservice shouldn’t they serve the fans..? why they do them in secret..? and out of camera focus..?

yes u also can say that again its just a normal bromance and friendship thing.. i admit that, even i sometimes holds my best-friend’s hand.. its normal rite..?

but again you’re wrong.. brothers / friends (especially men) will probably not feeling comfortable of doing what chanbek do for each other..

look how protective chanyeol is.. why would he do that..? we all know Baekhyun have hapkido 3-dan in which he can even teach other people martial arts.. i believe man like that can take care of himself rite..? why chanyeol being so protective..? and it only over Baekhyun.. no other member got this “special” treatment from chanyeol.. 

Baekhyun also have times when he becomes tentative and caring towards Chanyeol.. eventho its very rare..but when he do, its very sweet and it look right..

you know, when you have been friends with someone for a long time, for example me, i have a friend for 8 years, skinships and jokingly hitting them will be normal rite..? but if you have something or someone special for you, will you hit them..? or bruise them..? you must’ve treat them nicely as if the thing is fragile..

chanyeol “protecting” baekhyun at the airport during MAMA era..because Baekhyun are new to the idol world and he can get lost easily.. are chanyeol already in the idol world longer than baekhyun..? no rite..? they debut on the same day even their training days are differ..

chanyeol always being super careful whenever baekhyun get on top of the diamond formation.. you can clearly see that chanyeol stop clapping just to help baekhyun step down safely while kai still clapping.. i believe Kai is more concerns about his member in the diamond formation but he let chanyeol take care of baekhyun.. why..? i can’t answer that.. 

and boyfriend material chanyeol strikes again.. in happy camp, chanyeol was asked to finish 8/9 cups of bitter juice and can choose 1 member to help him.. he choose Baekhyun.. why..? maybe you’ll said, because thats what friends do, we go down together.. but chanyeol decides to take 5/6 cups and give baekhyun only 3.. even luhan take 1 cup and give it to baekhyun, chanyeol denies and take it back..! if you wanna mess with your friend you’ll probably make them drink the same amount as you rite..? maybe more..

but no..

chanyeol didn’t do that.. you know why i think chanyeol choose baekhyun..? maybe not because of chanbaek but perhaps he wants baekhyun to have more screen time.. becasue Happy Camp tend to cut  many part of the show and if he didn’t do that, B probably didn’t have screen time at all.. how tentative is that..?

like i said before, chanyeol always treat baekhyun preciously.. his concerns, his admirations and his protectiveness.. all this makes him the perfect boyfriend material especially when he is with baekhyun.. and you’re asking me WHY i ship Baekyeol..!? 

chanyeol always “pretend” to hit Baekhyun but he NEVER actually hit him.. maybe he always touch or “hit” baekhyun’s nape or neck coz all exo member know baekhyun’s weakness with his neck..

Chanyeol will never hurt his B.. for example in this next scene..

 B is up for a chest bump with chan.. and Chan also lean/run foward for the chest-bump.. B is definitely tried to do the chest bump but chanyeol dodged it..

chanyeol dodge it because he can see that Bekhyun was running down a slope on the stage and he is definitely running with quite high speed.. if they do the chest bump at that speed it will hurts them especially baek coz baek need to jump a little to match chanyeol’s chest.. chanyeol probably doesn’t want that..

and even if he did hit ( or should i say a little flick at ) Baekhyun, he only done it once and stop.. eventho Baekhyun wanna keep playing.. chanyeol keep his man up with the betting ( or game punishment ) but also protecting his Baekhyun from getting hit many times.. again.. a boyfriend material..

and one more thing.. their JEALOUSY (remember..JEALOUS and ENVY are two different thing )..

in my country there is a saying..


if you are jealous towards a person, its either means that you want to be love or you love that person.. and you have to know that chanbaek HAVE times when they are jealous when the other are with other people..

when baekhyun do this..

this is chanyeol.. the happy virus is not so happy now huh..?

what makes smiling angel Chanyeol show this face full of annoyance and hate..?


if you look closely, you’ll see that Baekhyun actually eyeing Chanyeol for a moment there.. before chanyeol look away with anger.. why he do that..? why he “purposely” making chanyeol “jealous”..?

but most of the time, its Baekhyun that are jealous.. even without chanyeol even trying to make him jealous.. we all know that chanyeol is a friendly guy who don’t mind skinship-ing with other member (but not with Baekhyun..idk y tho..).. but Baekhyun doesn’t like it..

even with fellow Beagle Line, Chen..

see how chanyeol punish Baek..? just by slicing his neck.. his sensitive neck..

Luhan hyung…

Kris hyung..

Kai.. (T_T) EXO Showtime ep3 is like the saddest Chanbek moment in EXO Showtime.. because Chanyeol completely ignoring baek and Baek is sad..

Lay hyung..

even Sehun… look at Chanyeol n Sehun’s face when Baekhyun suddenly slide between them.. like pure terror.. lol..

i always think that Baekhyun has a worst way to keep his expression to himself.. he can’t control his expression quite well yet.. thats why when he is jealous, it shows clearly on his face.. and again.. why they have to be jealous when the other are with another member..? why..? 

actually, there are many other gifs, moments and videos of chanbaek available.. not to mention chanyeol’s wallpaper  and the rilakuma ( Baekhyun’s rilakuma that are in Chanyeol’s possession ).. and many more..

another reason why i still ship Baekyeol is because Chanbaek is the only thing i’m hold on to when Baekyeon thingy get viral and Kris case still bleeding.. if its not because of Chanbaek, i’ll probably be like some EXOTICs that left the fandom after all this problems EXO’s facing rite now.. i stay away from any news about the scandal and lawsuit.. if not because of Chanbaek, i’ll probably be on hiatus with EXO and stop looking for them, about them and all.. but no.. i still look at EXO.. why..? because in EXO, there is Chanbaek.. 

you’ll probably calling me a delusional Baekyeol shipper by now, but just let me..! just let me be in my delusional world for now because the reality is too hurtful for me to handle.. 


i have every reasons i need to ship chanbaek..

if you ask me to stop, do i have to stop..?

so back off and stay away from my chanbaek tag if you are not even ship them.. leave us in peace..juseyo…


cr: none of the gifs are mine.. credit to the chanbek shipper that makes the gifs..

Like a Hothead

a/n : um , im writing this on mobile for the first time in forever b|c i need to get this down and my laptop isn’t going to be fixed in time for that . i hope it’s not too bad . but first um is there no more “read more” option on mobile ????? like the app is really ticking me off so im sorry , i tried to do html [which i had to for italics and bold and all] for it but idk how it turned out so hopefully it doesn’t mess up the formatting and that it works — if not ig i’ll try to fix it
warning : smut .
smut smut smut smut smut .
xo , marion
God, he’s hot when he’s angry.
That’s all she thinks about while Maks drives home.
He doesn’t look at her, always refuses to take his eyes off the road. His knuckles quickly turn white due to his hard grip on the steering wheel.
She wants to say something, really, to apologize for what just happened, but every time she opens her mouth, nothing would come out. Glancing at Maks’ murderous expression, it’s safe to say this is one of the scariest moments in her life. She can’t even speak to him without feeling like she is going to puke, let alone be able to calm him down.
Mustering up her Olympian courage, Meryl finally opens her mouth to speak, but his voice stops her. “Don’t.”
It’s only one word. Only one, yet it’s full of anger and authority. Maks is hot, he really is, but he is frightening when he loses control.
She sits in silence, her eyes on her lap, her legs tightly shut as if she were a little girl in class. Her fingers shake as she nervously picks at her nails. She buries her head in her arms as she recalls what had happened earlier.
She had no idea why she had did what she did. She honestly had thought the guy she was dancing with was gay because come on, he had pink streaks in his hair and was wearing smoky eye shadow. Meryl was just looking for a good laugh, and she thought that’s what he was looking for too.
Except for when it got too far, that’s when she knew he was looking for more than a joking atmosphere. Because when he had tried to kiss her, Meryl was quick to slap him. And when Maks angrily approached them, she thought he would join her in chastising the pig — she even told him that she had a boyfriend early in the evening, for God’s sake — and maybe even say that’s my girl for her proper use of violence.
But apparently at the angle Maks had been watching in, itdidlook like they had, in fact, been kissing. And that had been more than enough to set him in rage mode.
“I didn’t mean for him to try that,” she whispers, shooting back up and snapping away from the memory.
Maks’ laugh is usually one that lifts her spirits and makes her happy, but the laugh that is currently echoing around the car is one that sends shivers down her spine, and they were not the sexy shivers she had grown used to.
“Sureeee, okay.”
Meryl shuts her mouth for the remainder of the drive.
. They get back to the house in minutes that feel like hours. Maks gets out of the car immediately after hastily removing the key from the ignition while Meryl slowly follows behind. She notices him waiting for her rather impatiently at the door, but she plays it off by running her hands through her hair and then hanging her head down. When she finally reaches that dreaded door frame, Maks throws the keys at her, which she knows he means for her to lock the door.
As soon as she watches him storm off to their room and hears the furious slam of the door, she sighs. Looks like she has to take the couch tonight.
Meryl runs her hands through her hair again as she sways to the bathroom, taking deep breaths to calm herself down.
She pulls out a drawer in the bathroom dresser ever so slightly, finding a pair of PINK sweats and a see through, mint green pullover, slipping those on over her red lengiere. She chooses to shower in the morning, so she proceeds to brush her teeth, floss, and wash her face. And, as she stares at herself in the bathroom mirror while putting her hair up in a ballet bun, she narrows her eyes. She’s Meryl Davis for crying out loud — there’s no way she’s going to give up on them, no chance she’ll let him decide their faith. She’s a woman, and women always win.
So, with a smirk plastered on her face, Meryl saunters to their bedroom as quietly as she possibly can and opens the door even quieter. Her footsteps are soundless as they lead her to her side of the bed, and she slips in with barely a shake of the bed — it’s not enough to startle Maks. It isn’t until she wraps her arms around his torso that he notices; and boy, does he notice. He lets out a shrill scream once she makes contact with him, and somehow, she likes the fact that he can still be vulnerable even when he’s being a complete and utter asshole.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” he shouts after jumping out of the bed and realizing it was only her.
Meryl doesn’t fail to notice that he looks at her with nothing but distaste as Maks walks around the bed to stand in front of her. And, as she looks at him with his arms crossed and their different positions making him seem even taller, she knows she should be downright terrified. But alas, she isn’t, because he’s Maks, and she reminded herself in the bathroom that there’s always a way for her to tame Maks.
(And she has her secret weapon at hand, so there’s that.)
She repositions herself so she’s sitting down and the bed covers wrap around her body as they would on a chilly night spent in front of the fireplace drinking hot cocoa. She tilts her head up to look at Maks — because she’s sure as hell still tinier while sitting down — and says, “You and I both know that you want me here.”
He lets out a hollow laugh, although it’s not as thunderous as the one presented in the car ride so she seems a glimmer of hope that the storm has settled in the slightest (nonetheless, it’s still enough to work in her favor). “Don’t flatter yourself.”
Meryl debates between a pout and a smirk but in the end chooses the latter in order to match his attitude better (she feels that her strong and fierce self would be appreciated better in this scenario rather than a defenseless route).
With that, she yanks the blankets off her body (which obviously causes a dent in Maks’ demeanor at the sight of her outfit choice) and sinks to her knees. Looking up, expression never changing or even faltering in the slightest, she says, “But baby, you never gave me a chance to explain myself…Let me make it up to you.”
She can sense that his walls are slowly being knocked down, can hear his breathing catch as he no doubt is trying to peek at her cleavage, and feels the tension has shifted from angry — no, drop dead pissed — to sexual. So, she moves her slightly trembling hands to his hips and bites her bottom lip. “Or, if you’ve felt that I’ve been a bad, bad girl, I guess you can punish me, Maks.”
Meryl’s hand barely grazes his belt when he yanks her up on her feet. He presses his lips harshly against here and she instantly feels less fearful. His large, masculine hands reach under her shirt and disposes of it, breaking the kiss. She bites the inside of her cheek to prevent a moan slipping out as he places a trail of seemingly delicate open mouthed butterfly kisses down her collarbone to a strap of her bra. She thinks that he is going to attempt to yank it off with his teeth as he did last time, but is surprised when he works on her sweats instead. Probably wants one last view of the show, she thinks to herself, shamelessly forcing a satisfied smile down.
And then, their games begin.
You see, it’s quite simple: ever since their first time together, it had become an unspoken agreement that anytime they would have sex, they would go against each other to see who would, well, give in first. It was more of a god baby your sex game is on point today; fuck my brains out already than a oh my god you sexually touched me I think I’m going to moan now competition first established when Maks discovered how much of a fighter Meryl was in bed as well.
She guesses that that is what was running through Maks’ mind as he angrily yet hungrily strips her red lace bra and matching thong off, causing her to shiver and for her nipples to harden. His eyes tell her I’m going to win and she puts on her best Only because this ordeal is for you expression.
Now, standing completely naked against his bulge, she’s at her most exposed while he is still completely clothed. His intense gaze makes her feel like she’s toxic and she feels as if she’s sending chemicals through his veins as she digs her slightly sharp nails into his arms. Maks pushes her away like poison and she falls back down onto the bed, quick to take his lips as he straddles her. Meryl finally lets out a moan and bites down hard on his bottom lip, knowing all too well how much that — strangely — turns him on (he, in turn, grabs her hips, fingers digging deep into her skin as he kisses her).
When they finally break apart, Maks’ steel gaze paralyzes her as it moves up and down her body for a moment. She is far too nervous to cover herself up as her instincts tell her too, so instead Meryl pulls out her subconscious and forces it to remind her that Maks isn’t going to kill her even if she dares move a muscle. And, snapping back into reality, she focuses back on the caramel eyes still watching her, thinking that their owner is going to kiss her again. She gasps when, instead, his knee presses into her center. Neither of them moving into a different position, he slowly unbuttons his shirt with a small smirk on his face — she often is an impatient woman and he knows it. Soon he pulls it off his shoulders, throwing it to the floor.
Meryl groans and reaches to run her finger down the small crevice between his abs. He snatches her wrist and yanks it above her head, making it easy for him to lean down to press a harsh kiss to her neck, his teeth nearly ripping her skin apart. She immediately yelps; it hurt like no other hickey he’s given her. He runs his tongue over the bright purple mark already forming on her neck. Upon noticing her grimace, he smirks and bobs his head back down to mark her breasts with his teeth.
She arches her back, pressing her chest harder to Maks’ mouth. His teeth grazes her sensitive skin before closing lightly around her nipple. Pain and pleasure caused liquid to rush to her center and she reaches down with her free hand to entwine her fingers in his short hair.
“Maks…” she whispers.
He presses his knee harder against her and the friction and pleasure sends a jolt through her. Maks leans forward again and kisses her — a sloppy kiss, fast and full of need. But his anger still remains evident.
“You know I’m sorry babe,” she pants once their lips part.
His agonizing gaze becomes fixated on her honey eyes once more. He leans down right next to her ear, biting her earlobe slightly before huskily murmuring, “Say my name.”
Say my fucking name.
Meryl bites her swollen lips and takes a deep breath, trying to come off as sexy as he just did. The words fall easily and his name flows naturally and passionately off her tongue.
“I’m forever and only yours, Maksim.”
She guesses that was hot enough, as Maks goes straight to plunging two fingers inside of her, causing her to groan and throw her head back. She slowly repeats his motion, his thumb pressing against her cilt.
“Say that again,” Maks demands.
She runs a hand through her hair and looks at him — the expression he wore was anything but patient.
“Yours,” she breathes heavenly.
His two fingers inside of her curl upwards, prodding against her most sensitive parts.
“I’m sorry?” He asks, his head tilted.
“I’m yours, Maks—”
He pumps his fingers again, curling them and not giving her a chance to complete his name. She feels herself becoming undone far too quickly and she digs her nails into her own scalp as she came on his fingers. Maks withdraws his fingers and wipes them on his thigh. He stands up and begins to pull his jeans down. The large bulge in his boxers makes her squirm and the slight breeze that hits her center forces her legs to clamp shut.
Maks, however, is quick to fix that. He positions himself in between her thighs, the head of his cock pushing against her wet entrance. He pushes into her and without further ado, starts to pound relentlessly.
It’s a struggle of moans and gasps, as the air fills with choruses of yours yours yours yours and mine mine mine mine. Her angels and his demons meet as the collide and form a whole new realm unimaginable (in the sense that nothing could ever match the new elevated levels of perfection that feels so damn good).
And, the aforementioned is agreed once said realm has to die down, angels returning to Meryl and demons to Maks as they should. Panting relentlessly, they lay together, one hand gripping the sheets and the other belonging in a bundle of intertwined fingers.
She decides that she needs to pull out Maks’ inner hothead more of rough sex was this good. Definitely yes, as it feels empowering in a way as she holds onto the tops of his arms, caressing his biceps as he fucks her into oblivion for round two.