if you only do me one favor this year reblog this

anonymous asked:

ur post about fic & racism in the supergirl fandom really got me thinking (especially about my own biases so thank you) but also like, how there’s this incredibly pervasive but subtle new form of racism I haven’t seen b4 in other fandoms? Like on one hand u have this loud condemnation of how racist monel is & how he was a slave owner blabh blah but no corresponding attention given to the existing Black characters. 1/4

I get wlw not wanting to write m/f fic but a lot of the fandom doesn’t reblog (or make) any of the gifsets, they don’t meta for him they don’t call for more screen time for Mehcad. Same for M’gann. SO many posts talking about how awful monel is compare him to Lena and strangely don’t mention the Black female character who also came from an oppressive society to become a hero? And there are like, idk, 4 people? Who write or post wlw fic with M’gann in it? 2/4

Same with Maggie. A huge segment of fandom decided Floriana is white (even tho hollywood clearly won’t cast her in roles for white women) so they use that as an excuse to exclusively stan the very light skinned white wlw. And the way it carries over to the characters, like, okay Flo is white? but Maggie is absolutely treated like a woc in how parts of fandom aggressively ignore her & find ways to demonize her character while overtly supporting lighter skinned characters ¾

And that same part of the fandom doesn’t ever seem to create content for Lucy or Vasquez either. IDK this isn’t something u can probably explore with stats but ur post really got me thinking and it just feels really gross now bc I see all these posts condemning racism but there’s still this extreme perpetuation of privileging white characters at the same time? & I haven’t seen this particular trend in fandom b4 4/4

Oh, anon, this made my day. I have a bunch of notes waiting in a doc to address the whole Mon-El thing with regard to the racist undertones and the rhetoric used by the show to frame his storyline, and I will do my best to write it before the season comes back again, because I genuinely think they tried to aim high and just … missed completely. (But I make no promises because my thesis defense is on Tuesday.)

To your first point re: fandom attitudes – I was surprised in the early half of S2 when so many people came out of the woodwork making posts in the main tag like “wait, why did they get rid of Kara/James??” because, oh right, nobody acted like they cared for almost twelve straight months. If y’all were so okay with this ship, where were you to acknowledge its social significance when it was canon? Where are you now? Why hasn’t there been an outpouring of tweets week after week at the execs and the writers for sidelining an interracial couple in favor of what we’re getting, especially since the storyline literally handwaved away human trafficking and slavery as minor plot points?

Not only that, when there’s unrealized potential for a non-canon ship there is typically an outpouring of fic in response, and while there’s been a statistically significant amount of new Karolsen fic in S2 because it’s pretty easy to top zero percent, the writing there is not keeping pace with any of the other dude-involved pairings. 

And you’re right, anon: it is not possible to prove anything with stats. HOWEVER, thanks to the addition of these new characters for S2, I *am* at the point now where it’s possible to see correlation between character race and fan engagement with different pairing choices. And the bias is there, whether it’s in the het pairings, the femslash, or even the m/m pairings. The whole reason I started tracking fic outputs in the first place was that any attempt to have this conversation last year devolved into yelling and finger-pointing because “you have no proof!” that racial bias is a thing. Except, yanno, all the POC who live with it daily saying that it’s a thing. Well, congratulations y’all: your choices leave digital footprints behind that are pretty easy to follow and chart for everyone to see.

This isn’t actually a new problem, by the way – racism and preferencing of white pairing happens a lot, in almost every fandom. The only difference maybe is that I’ve experimented with quantifying it, which is not something that people usually do when they study fandoms or fan behavior.

It pains me to no end that M’gann has been so overlooked, because her story has just as many dark character beats to it as Lena’s, if not more, plus the added bonus of her sharing a sense of “otherness” with Kara in a way that few other people can. And there is no way the disinterest in that pairing isn’t about race, because there are a whole bunch of ships from S1 between white women who’d never even met each other in canon that have more romantic fics than M’gann/anyone.

And the nonsense about Floriana, which I’ll remind everyone again was started by a white girl, had a demonstrable chilling effect on interest in Sanvers as a pairing. Like. I can actually show that on paper. And you’re absolutely right with what you said above, which bears repeating: Maggie is absolutely treated like a woc in how parts of fandom aggressively ignore her & find ways to demonize her character.

There’s also a treatment of Floriana herself that reminds me uncomfortably of how people went out of their way to demonize Naya Rivera’s personal life whenever she reminded the world she was black instead of just “very tan.” And a lot of the rhetoric people are using to talk about Floriana’s racial heritage is almost verbatim the same as what you’ll find on white supremacist discussion boards about Italian people. I’d love to think this is an accident, but I’ve made some people pretty angry for pointing this out in the past, so I suspect it’s at least partially deliberate.

Lucy was another case that drove me insane, for two reasons:

  1. The vast majority of femslash fans flat-out ignored her as a romantic choice even though there were a whole lot of good reasons to ship her with either Kara or Alex, and a whole lot less negative reasons not to. (And it’s not like Supercat was already dominating the scene before Lucy’s character was introduced. That ship only became popular after the movie Carol came out during the winter hiatus of S1.)
  2. People had the same fight last year about whether or not Lucy counted as a WOC and ultimately insisted that the answer was no. But then people kept on ignoring her anyway like somehow dubiously legal boss/employee relationships, potential treason, and incest were more logical bases for attraction.

Also, to the people who have been like “oh yay we could’ve had Dichen as Maggie, a real WOC” like somehow this would have made the fandom love her more – you’re full of shit. If you mean that, why has there been so little fic about Dichen as Roulette? Like, last year there were a whole bunch of shipfics featuring Livewire. There was Kara/Siobhan. And yet … no dark scenarios of Supergirl/Roulette? No Alex ones? There were even a bucketload of those for each Danvers sister + Max Lord, and this fandom isn’t even that into dudes. You’re telling me no one is interested in this kind of hero/villain dynamic with the Asian chick and somehow that’s not also about race?

tl;dr I suspect that a decent chunk of this problem is the result of subconscious bias, but some of it’s not. And what’s really sad about it is that, for all the talk on Tumblr about representation being important, we’re really doing no better as media producers than Hollywood when it comes to race. If anything, we might actually be doing worse.

Becoming Queer

When I was 8 I was obsessed with Disney’s Aladdin. Not just the original movie, but both of it’s poorly made sequels too. I watched them everyday after school while I drew pictures in our basement TV room, simultaneously fixated on their adventures and creating my own on paper.

I remember being absolutely in awe of how handsome Aladdin was, but also of the beauty of Princess Jasmine. They were the most attractive people I could ever imagine existing.

When I was 10 my mom gave me an American Girl book all about puberty and the female body. I only read through the whole thing once, but I left it close to my bed because of the one page I looked at nearly everyday.

It was one of the sections of the book on bodily changes throughout puberty– body hair, periods, etc. At the bottom of was a picture of several girls in front of a mirror, completely naked, to illustrate the different sizes and shapes of breasts. I was absolutely fascinated by these girls: the soft curves of their hips, their round and full breasts, the way their thighs came together. Despite their cartoonish nature, this was the closest I’d come to seeing a grown girl’s body. It was foreign and beautiful to me.

Somehow, I knew this wasn’t normal, so I always hid the book after I was done in case mom asked why I still had it.

When I was 12 I found my self distracted in classroom discussion circles looking at girls chests and lips and thighs. Every time I caught myself I’d immediately look down at my lap and blush. I’d learned by now that it wasn’t normal for girls to look at other girls like that, what it meant to be gay. But I’d eventually find my eyes wandering again, my thoughts focused on how beautiful one of my female classmates was.

I remember walking down the hallway one day mentally reciting “you can’t be a lesbian, you like boys… every girl must look at each other like this.”

When I was 13 one of the girls that I clung to during PE (because they were just as repulsed by physical exertion as I was) told us she was bisexual. This was the first time I’d been told someone could be attracted to boys and girls at the same time. It was confusing and enlightening at the same time.

I remember she put her arms around my shoulders once, during badminton week, her face inches from mine. It made me nervous, but in a way that I’d never felt before. My stomach had dropped, and I didn’t know why. It wasn’t like the fear I’d felt from scary movies and my dad yelling at me, but it wasn’t quite like when I felt exhilarated from riding a rollercoaster or binging on sugar with my friends… it was something in between, and entirely new.

I’d told my mom about it and she immediately wanted to call the principal and make sure the girl didn’t touch me like that again. That scared me, her reacting like that. I started acting repulsed by the girl afterwards, telling my friends she had flirted with me even though I wasn’t entirely sure she had, how weird it was and how weird she was.

Looking back, I probably wish that she had been flirting with me.

When I was 14 I was acquainted with the first queer couple I’d ever met. They were in theatre with me, and I’d been wanting them to start dating for months. At this point I’d stopped acting weirded out by gay people and claiming that bisexual people were “selfish and should just pick a side already.” I openly showed my support for gay people, citing my theatre friends of examples of how “normal” they could be.

I walked in on the couple in the dressing room one rehearsal, shocked to see them making out. I stood in the doorway a moment, then walked out without either of them seeing me.

I thought about their kiss for the whole day, wondering how their relationship worked, what it was like to date someone of the same gender as you. I was dating a boy at the time, my first boyfriend and the one that would create fear and an inability to trust for my entire high school career when he started abusing me. I wondered if this couple’s relationship could be anything like ours.

When I was 15 I joined Tumblr. I’d just moved from Michigan to Alabama, had my heart broken by my abusive boyfriend furthering the pain he was inflicting by cheating on me, and was just beginning to realize that I had an eating disorder with no idea how to feel about it or whether or not I wanted it to go away.Tumblr became a place for me to escape all this into “fandoms” and “fitblrs” and personal posts from strangers I didn’t know but whose lives intrigued me. It was on Tumblr that I first encountered the word “pansexual.” I was 16.

I was intrigued and slightly obsessed with the concept of it, pansexuality. I’d only just begun to learn about transgender and heard rumors of other genders outside of men and women, and being attracted to all of them or being “genderblind” seemed impossible, but incredible. I spent months randomly researching sexual orientation and transgender people before finally adopting the term as my own.

Though, it was only in my head that I claimed pansexuality as my own. I didn’t want to tell anyone… not because I was ashamed so much, I’d forgotten that stigma several years ago, but more because I was afraid that I only wanted to be pansexual, not that I actually was.

After all, if only ever been in relationships with boys at that point. How could I know if I was actually attracted to other genders if I’d never dated them?

When I was 17 I got my first crush on a girl. I didn’t recognize that that was my motive at the time, but I was constantly staring at her in the two classes we shared, payed special attention when she spoke, and the day she announced that she had a Tumblr I made it my goal to be a part of her life.

By winter we were best friends. By summer I’d begun to realize the extent of my feelings for her. The first time I got drunk at 19 I blurted out that I thought about making out with her all the time. I told her how I felt at 20, 3 years of pining later.

She told me she didn’t feel the same.

When I was 18 and in my first year of college, I binge watched all of Laci Green’s videos on YouTube, deciding that it was time I figured out how my body and how sex worked. Through her I found not only the courage to masturbate for the first time, but my first confrontation with “third genders.”

I obsessively studied nonbinary genders, claiming to just be interested in them, giving speeches and presentations on them for class, messaging nonbinary people to ask about their experiences. I came to accept that I identified with this term the summer of my sophomore year of college.

When I was 18 I also came out to my dad. I’d already come out to my close friends, sisters, and mother at this point– all giving me generally positive responses. This was not the case with my dad.

We were fighting in the kitchen, something that had become a regular thing since I’d started expressing my feminist and liberal beliefs. He was making homophobic comments and I guess I must of have been very clearly upset by this, because he asked, “do you have a problem with that?”

To which I responded, “Yeah, because I like girls, dad!”

My outburst led to two and a half years of him telling me that my identity was fake, a scheme to get attention, that all I believed was a result of my being brainwashed at college and my own self delusion. The full force my panic, bipolar disorder, and depression came out during this time. The first time I thought of killing myself was when he threatened to kick me out and cut me off from my sisters if I didn’t stop with this “feminazi LGBT bullshit.”

When I was 19 I started dating one of my best friend from high school– a boy, but pansexual like myself, I felt like this was the first queer relationship I’d been in.

He told me he didn’t want a monogamous relationship, that he identified as polyamorous– which I knew because this was one of the reasons his last relationships hadn’t worked out. Thinking I wouldn’t fall as desperately in love with him as I did, I agreed to an open relationship.

Two months into the relationship and much research and self reflection later, I’d come to accept that I was also polyamorous and I never wanted a monogamous relationship again.

When I was 20 a girl on Tumblr reblogged a set of selfies that I’d posted, exclaiming in the tags about how handsome I was. I took one look at her blog, saw the profile picture of her staring directly at the camera with intense blue eyes and an expression impossible to read, and immediately followed and messaged her my thanks.

We started messaging frequently, talking about such expansive and random things, things I’d never talked about with anyone. Soon we were messaging everyday and I began to realize how hard I was falling. I wanted her, I wanted her so badly.

I hadn’t had a crush on a girl that’d worked out in my favor and I was constantly pining for a girlfriend. I loved my boyfriend, I was still attracted to men and non-feminine genders, but I felt not only “too straight” to be queer at that point, but also like I was missing some sort of affection in my life that only a feminine partner could fill. And I was beginning to wonder if this girl was the person who could finally end my wanting.

The only problem with this girl was that she lived an ocean away from me, in Denmark to be specific. But my feelings became so strong that I couldn’t just be silent anymore: I told her I liked her.

She said she felt the same.

Today, March 2nd, 2017, Hayley Kiyoko released the music video for her single “Sleepover.” It wrecked me.

Hayley has become someone that I not only admire, but someone who makes me feel so validated in who I am. A mixed, Japanese American, queer girl in love with art and comfy clothing. Before Hayley, I’d never felt like there was anyone in the media who was even remotely like me. With great music and a connection I’d never felt in any other celebrity before, I became an avid fan. So naturally, when the video for “Sleepover” was released it only took me minutes to find it on YouTube and watch.

The music video was so much more than I could have anticipated, actualizing all my experiences as a queer feminine person, admiring from a far, living in my head with my fantasies and no hope of ever being able to experience them in reality. With this video I was thrown back into all the years I spent confused and afraid of how I felt and who I was, all the girls I wanted to be with but knew they couldn’t work out, or didn’t work out even when I tried. And as melancholy as these thoughts were at first, it pushed me to the realization:

I love who I’ve become. I love that I’m queer.

And despite how grueling the process of it all has been, I wouldn’t trade all that heartache for a normal life if I could. I wouldn’t give it all up to be the straight girl with no struggles or worries about who she loved as I once believed I would. Even with the pain that it had brought, becoming queer has made me the person I am today.

And I love that person, even if there are still rough edges to be smoothed, I am finally unafraid of who I am.

2017 Louden Swain SPN Mini Bang

Last year, we had such a great time with the Louden Swain Writing Challenge (which turned into a mini bang) and the band LOVED seeing the results so we’re going to do it again! (Please be gentle with me as host, as this is my first time being involved with any kind of bang, much less hosting one.)

Let’s show Rob and the band some love by letting their songs inspire us!

I’m looking for BOTH writers and artists for this! Last year, we had art for every story (thanks to hours and hours of work by @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid ) and I’d love to do the same this year. Whether you’re drawing or making aesthetics or doing something else, WE WANT YOU. All art and stories will be put together, printed, put in a snazzy binder, and presented to the band at ChiCon!

Here are the rules:

Deadline for everything is June 30th. I will need time to put everything together, print it out, and assemble it. NO LATE ENTRIES! Last year I only gave myself a week, and I was still sorting through everything Friday night after karaoke. I’m not going to make a deadline to sign up, but if you sign up the week before the end, you will only have a week to complete your part.

- You will be expected to work with writers so the art reflects the story. Whether you pick a song you like and get together with the writer, or pick a writer you like and get together on a song, it doesn’t matter to me. 
- If you’d like me to pair you with a writer, let me know, and I will match you up with someone.
- When you’re making your art, keep in mind that it will be pasted into a Word document, printed on letter-sized paper, and put into a sheet protector in a binder. You might want to print out what you make to see how it looks on the page. 
- You can post your art in your own post and tag me and #2017 Louden Swain SPN Mini Bang or submit it to me through my blog or send it to me via carrier pigeon (please don’t send it via carrier pigeon, I have cats) or drop me a line and I’ll give you an email address to send it to.
- I will need cover art! Last year’s cover was beautifully drawn by @vyles-ray as a favor to me when I freaked out about needing a cover. If you have an idea for cover art, let me know, and we can talk!

- Can be any pairing or ship, reader-insert or OC, or even no pairing, whatever floats your boat. Please no RPF. 
- Please no smut. Anything else is up for grabs. Or maybe just a headcanon kind of thing.
- Pick a song and SEND ME AN ASK with the song you have picked to sign up. I will update this post with the songs taken. Songs will be assigned on a first come, first serve basis.
- You can’t write for the same song you wrote about last year. This is to ensure variety in the stories from year to year.
- Tag me in your fic, plus use the tag #2017 Louden Swain SPN Mini Bang. You can also submit your fic to me through my blog, or send me a message and we can discuss the pigeon and email options. (Really prefer no pigeons.)
- You must use a Keep Reading feature if your fic is posted to Tumblr and over 500 words.
- Your fic can either be a story based on the song or just have it somehow highlight the song. Since Rob will get to read these, I’d rather the fics be more relevant than just a song playing on the radio in the background, but do what you can.
- Your fic can also be a part of another challenge, BUT make your fic relevant to the song you choose, please! (Basically, please do more for this challenge than having a Louden Swain song playing in the background.)
- If I haven’t liked or reblogged your post within a couple days, let me know I missed it!

UPDATE - Audio & Video submissions!

I have been convinced to add audio/video submissions to the project! What I will do is link them to the masterpost for the whole project, and dedicate a page in the book directing the readers to the masterpost to find links to the other submissions. (I’ll list the submissions, too, with whatever description you’d like me to add, so it won’t just be a throwaway line, it will be clear how many videos, etc are there to be seen.)

List of songs and participants signed up so far:

Abel-Legged Heroes:
Grandma’s Song - @lifeonsarz 
St. Louis - @iwantthedean 

Neurosis - @witty-ass-username-here 

Suit and Tie:

A Brand New Hurt:
Medicated - @supernaturalwiki 

Help You (single) - @samsexualdeancurious 

Like The Heart Goes - @thing-you-do-with-that-thing 
Eskimo - @alangel1895 
Worlds Collide - @kraken-with-a-plan 
She Waits - @sams-little-toy 
Wave - @padamooseandgrasshopper 
Past Perfect - @deansleather 

Sky Alive:
Cool If I Come Over - @mandilion76 
Fifteen - @multi-fan-dom-madness 
Hey Darlin - @impala-dreamer 
Bandaged Hand - @manawhaat 
Honey Bee - @winchestergirl-13 
Angela - @wideawakeandwriting 

No Time Like The Present:
Change the Locks - @toastiel 
Amazing - @growningupgeek 
Leg Up - @i-dont-understand-that-url 
Roll Me Over - @jelly-beans-and-gstrings 
Night Light - @scorpiongirl1 
Juliet - @roxy-davenport 
Numb - @trollhunter94 

I’ve decided to add The Station Breaks as a side project to this since Rob has either written or co-written all of their songs, too!

The StationBreaks:
Gone - @littlegreenplasticsoldier 

@thing-you-do-with-that-thing and @roxy-davenport have both offered to do aesthetics for anyone looking for an artist to pair up with! Send them a message if you’re interested!

Please spread the word to anyone I might miss in the tags below who you think might be interested!

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possible triggers, read/reblog with caution.


❛ Nine years! Why have I not seen you? ❜
❛ Where the hell have you been? ❜
❛ Would you please shut up! ❜
❛ Take me to your crypt, I want to pay my respects. ❜
❛ Surely, the dead can wait. ❜
❛ Did I offend you? Sorry. ❜
❛ What the hell do you know about being a bastard? ❜
❛ I heard you the first time. ❜
❛ It’s no mercy, letting a child linger in such pain. ❜
❛ I just want to stand on top of the Wall and pissoff the edge of the world! ❜
❛ Give me a good, clean death any day. ❜
❛ What good will my sympathies do them? ❜
❛ Your absence has already been noted. ❜
❛ One word and I hit you again. ❜
❛ I’ve half a mind to leave them all behind and keep moving. ❜
❛ You’re too hard on yourself. You always have been. ❜
❛ I swear, if I weren’t your king/queen, you’d have hit me already. ❜
❛ Trust me, that’s not the worst thing. ❜
❛ Tell me we’re not speaking of this. ❜
❛ Oh, it’s unspeakable to you? ❜
❛ Look at me and tell me what you see. ❜
❛ You broke my nose, bastard! ❜
❛ I wonder how long it’d take you to hit! ❜
❛ They hate me because I'm better than they are! ❜
❛ Glad to see you’re protecting the Throne. ❜
❛ It must be strange for you, coming into this room. ❜
❛ But you just stood there and watched. ❜
❛ Is that what you tell yourself at night? ❜
❛ How could you let this happen?! ❜
❛ I received a slightly warmer welcome on my last visit. ❜
❛ Do you remember anything about what happened? ❜
❛ Why are you here? ❜
❛ I have a gift for you. ❜
❛ Will I really be able to ride? ❜
❛ Is this some kind of trick? ❜
❛ Piss on that! I wanna hit somebody! ❜
❛ You do move quietly. ❜
❛ You’re speaking of murdering a child. ❜
❛ You will dishonor yourself forever if you do this. ❜
❛ I felt something for you once, you know. ❜
❛ Does that make you feel better, or worse? ❜
❛ You wish to confess your crimes? ❜
❛ My crimes and sins are beyond counting. ❜
❛ I’m good at convincing others to do violence for me. ❜
❛ What do you think you’re doing?! ❜
❛ I have that right, same as you. ❜


❛ We looked for you on the battlefield, but you were nowhere to be found! ❜
❛ I…I’ve been here, ruling the kingdoms! ❜
❛ I’m glad you’re not dead. ❜
❛ Knowledge is power. ❜
❛ Excuse the interruption. Carry on. ❜
❛ It’s been a… remarkable journey! ❜
❛ You brought this on yourself. ❜
❛ I’ve done nothing. ❜
❛ Do you understand we’re losing the war?! ❜
❛ Disappeared? What, in a puff of smoke?! ❜
❛ Must be hard for you- to be the disappointing child. ❜
❛ Oh, I trust them with my life- just not with yours. ❜
❛ Three victories don’t make you a conqueror. ❜
❛ I won’t need a servant to do my beheading for me! ❜
❛ I heard you suffered a terrible head wound.  ❜
❛ I am very good at keepingsecrets for my good friends. ❜
❛ Who threatened you? ❜
❛ I understand the way this game is played. ❜
❛ I’ll have you thrown into the sea! ❜
❛ I am a pirate- I’m an excellent pirate! ❜
❛ That’s a promise that always comes true. ❜
❛ You don’t know how persuasive I am. ❜
❛ You’re the mosthonest smuggler I ever met. ❜
❛ You have no need to see this. ❜
❛ I believe we know how to pour our own wine. ❜
❛ Maybe I’ll hire this cook of yours. ❜
❛ I don’t listen to filth. ❜
❛ I appreciate your loyalty. ❜
❛ I’ll not have my honour questioned by an imp! ❜
❛ I just wouldn’t feel safe with you lurking about. ❜
❛ I command you to arrest this cutthroat! ❜
❛ Do you hear me?! ❜
❛ I think there’s more to ruling than that. ❜
❛ There’s no bigger joke in the world than that. ❜
❛ What about all the dreams you had that didn't come true? ❜
❛ Your time with the wolves has made you weak. ❜
❛ You gave me away if you remember. ❜
❛ You gave me away like I was some dog you didn’t want anymore. ❜
❛ You won’t get away with this. ❜
❛ I’ve decided I don’t like riddles. ❜
❛ You want to know what side my family fights on? ❜
❛ You gonna tell me where you’re from? ❜
❛ You can’t talk to me like that! ❜
❛ That’s twice I’ve warned you. ❜
❛ I don’t want you in my tent oneminute more than necessary. ❜
❛ It would be my pleasure. ❜


❛ You’re wearing the wrong color. ❜
❛ When I’m free, will I be free to go? ❜
❛ I'll be free to kill you. ❜
❛ From now on, you’d better kneel every time I fart. ❜
❛ You’re telling me you saw… one of them.  ❜
❛ Did I come to the right place? ❜
❛ We’ll need to find you a new cloak. ❜
❛ I need an army. ❜
❛ It’s too beautiful of a day, to argue. ❜
❛ I am wondering why you sent for me. ❜
❛ Have you grown boredprotecting me? ❜
❛ I’m sure you’ve filled your pockets. ❜
❛ I don’t loan it out to friends as a favor. ❜
❛ I don’t even know what I’m paying you now! ❜
❛ Am I enjoying it? ❜
❛ I heard how happy you were. ❜
❛ I gave you real power and authority. ❜
❛ You brought a whore into my bed. ❜
❛ Why does everyone assume I want something? ❜
❛ A little bloody gratitude would be a start. ❜
❛ So tell me what you want. ❜
❛ I want what is mine by right. ❜
❛ The next whore I catch in your bed, I’ll hang. ❜
❛ I’m not your enemy. ❜
❛ I’ve never seen anything like it. ❜
❛ Even the bravest men fear death. ❜
❛ Tell the good master there is no need. ❜
❛ Here, I’m done with you. ❜
❛ How many do you have to sell? ❜
❛ We don’t get to choose who we love. ❜
❛ I only want to know what that means. ❜
❛ Are you frightened, child? ❜
❛ Tell us the truth. No harm will come to you. ❜
❛ I have traitor’s blood. ❜
❛ Please don’t make me say anymore. ❜
❛ Please, don’t stop the wedding. ❜
❛ That doesn’t mean they’re not worth helping. ❜
❛ I have no doubtyou will prove equal to this challenge. ❜
❛ This is the safest place in the city. ❜
❛ Any advice for me, on my new position? ❜
❛ How long will you be gone? ❜
❛ You don’t have the strength. It would kill you. ❜
❛ There is another way, a better way. ❜
❛ The blood of my enemies, not the blood of innocents. ❜
❛ What’re you doing, leading a mob of peasants? ❜
❛ I should have killed you! ❜
Accidents Happen *** Part 5/7

Summary: The reader and Bucky have been very close friends, best friends if you will, since they were young. Even now that they are finally in their last year of college, the two are still tied to the hip. When Bucky stops at her house after partying a little too much a secret is revealed. Will this secret bring them closer to tear their friendship apart?

Parings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Slight Language

Word Count: 1100

A/N: This is garbage I’m sorry. I literally had to finish this in two hours. I had rehearsals for the Festival of winds all weekend so… I had no time whatsoever. Clearly that’s not enough for me but there was a small piece I felt need to happen before the next part. Anyways enjoy this trash!

Series Masterlist - Part 4 - Part 6

Miserable, nauseating, horrendous, atrocious – all are words that perfectly describe the was Bucky Barnes was feeling right now. He was slow, far too slow.

He was slow to realize that you were the one that had he heart, he was slow to admit it to you. And even though he was as far from aware as he could possibly be, he was relieved that you know.

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The Perfect Plan

The McCall household was crowded on a Thursday night, with everyone in the pack feeling a bit anxious. Something or someone has been killing innocent people over the course of the week and no one has been able to stop it.

“Do we even have any idea of what this is?” Liam questioned.

“I’ve been looking through the beastiary and from what I’ve come up with it may be a pack of minotaurs” Lydia answered.

“What the hell is that” Malia asked with concern laced to her tone.

“Oh, nothing much, just a creature with a head of a bull and a body of a man. They’re just super strong and super fast and could probably kill me with one hit. So yeah, nothing.” Stiles replied in his usual sarcastic voice

Scared and concerned looks went across the room.

“So, we’re screwed.” It was (Y/n) who spoke this time. (Y/n) was usually the most optimistic out of the pack but there was something about this creature that brought shivers to her bones.

“Come on guys. We’ve defeated so much over the years, what makes you think we can’t beat this?” Scott asked optimistically.

The room fell silent for a minute, everyone deep in thought. (Y/N) and Stiles each pacing around the room hoping that some idea will hit them. The night went by quickly as few suggestions popped up but then were immediately shot down for being too farfetched. As midnight drew closer Scott decided to call the pack meeting to an end.

“Ok guys, why don’t we just call it a night. We each can head home and sleep on it and come back with fresh ideas tomorrow” the pack leader said, feeling a little defeated.  

Everyone said their goodbyes to one another and walked out with their head hung low. You walked over to the familiar blue jeep with Stiles so he could give you a ride home. The ride home was quiet, neither of you wanting to speak in case an idea was brewing in the other’s mind.

“Holy crap. I got it.” Stile’s stated confidently.

“What? What are you talking about” (Y/n) questioned.

“I know how to stop the minotaurs.” As he said this, Stiles pulled over to the side of the road and turned off the ignition. “Ok so you know how in the Greek story, Theseus had to travel through a maze to get to the minotaur and defeat it? Well in that story the Minotaur lived in that maze and so he was familiar with it. But, what if Beacon Hills becomes our maze?”

(Y/N) stares at Stile’s face with a look of concentration. After a short second of thought, it is as if a light bulb goes off in her mind.

“Stiles you’re a genius! But I will admit, I’m surprised you even knew the original story about the minotaur.”

“Alright so I may not be good at stuff like math… or science… or even English. But I’m not an idiot, okay.” He states with a smile spread across his face.

“But Stiles, we would need to think of a way to create Beacon Hills into a maze for the minotaur to get lost in. Also, what do we do after we catch him?”

“I haven’t gotten that far yet. But it’s a start. I just figured that we could use the original story in our favor” Stile’s answers.

“Well we could use each of our houses as something like a check point in the maze. We can start with Scott’s house and make our way going through each house until we end up at mine. Then we can use my cellar to trap him.” At these words, Stiles smile fades and a look of concern spreads across his features. “What? Do you not think it will work?”

“It’s a great plan, it’s just that…” Stiles begins to mumble so his last words are unheard. He fidgets with his hands as he avoids making eye contact. (Y/n) has known Stile’s for years and knows that this is a sign of when something is on his mind but he doesn’t want to let it out. As Stiles eyes drift to his hands, (Y/N) goes and laces her small fingers with those of her friend.

“Stiles, just tell me what it is. Tell me what’s bothering you about the plan” (Y/N) said softly.

“I don’t want you to get hurt okay? Sure, we’ve been on missions before, but we have no idea how to handle this creature and it’s probably one of the strongest things we have seen” Stiles sighs.

“It’s not like we haven’t faced danger before. Sure, I may have broken a few bones in the past but that’s nothing to worry about. We can take this thing” (Y/N) states confidently.

“(Y/N), trust me when I say that you are one of the strongest girls I know. But what if that thing escapes from your cellar? Then what? The minotaur will have your scent and would easily be able to find you. I’m only human, I can’t protect you like Scott or Liam could.” Tears brim the lids of his eyes as he says the last sentence. (Y/N), Stiles, and Lydia, were the only humans in the pack and were known for relying on the others to help them out of dangerous situations. It wasn’t something they enjoyed, and makes them feel weak from time to time.

“I just want to keep you safe (Y/N), I hope you can understand that. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”

“Stiles, look at me” (Y/N) states. “You aren’t going to lose me. I’m going to be right here. Forever.” (Y/n) squeezes his hand and flashes a reassuring smile.

The pair has always had feeling for one another, but words about it have rarely been spoken out loud. Thankfully both are human, meaning the other can’t hear their heart beat, and how fast it is racing. Comfortable silence fills the jeep as the two sit there with their hands intertwined.

“I love you.” It was a mumble but (Y/n) could still clearly hear the words come from Stiles’ lips.

“Stiles, I love you too.” (Y/n) says with the smile that could melt anyone’s heart.

Stiles didn’t need to say or hear anything else. Within that moment, he grabbed (Y/N)’s face and kissed her the way she had been longing for since she the first time she met him. The kiss was short lived but intimate. After it happened, the two left their foreheads attached to one another’s, their eyes closed, taking in everything that has happened. Stiles knew he couldn’t protect (Y/N) as well as the others, but he be damned if he didn’t at least try.

Golden Circle - Ficlet 3

So instead of continuing to reblog the same post everytime and getting it so long no one is interested in reading it, I’ll post the others fluff filets in separates post and then post the thing as a whole on ao3 once it’s done.

This is for @gentlekingsmen the Queen Smol who wanted a golden wedding ring on Eggsy’s finger as the only gold circle in the sequel. Her devoted subject, of curse I’ve had to write it. Ficlet one and two can be read here

A big thank you to @insanereddragon who interrupted her lazy day to read over what I had written. Tagging a few peeps @dianyx @secondarysushicorps @lady-mephistopheles @agent-eggy @awesomehartwintrash @hulahoopingingthesand @bouncybrittonie there are probably more but I forget -.-”

Golden Circle - Percival

“Oi, Percy!”

He would have ignored anyone else that dared called out to him with such familiarity, but Eggsy reminds him so much of James in his exuberance that he lets him get away with nearly everything. In fact, he thinks the only time he wouldn’t forgive the young man and side with him would be if he ever hurt Roxy, but considering the two are best friends, he doubts such a scenario will ever happening in real life.

“What is it Galahad?” It’s weird to call him by what used to be Harry’s title since he’s known the other man, but it’s easier than it is to call his daughter Lancelot.

“Do you mind if we spar another day?”

Whatever lazy spell had been on him after being subjected to two hours of horribly boring ceremony to crown their new Arthur evaporates quickly over his worries for the young man at the question.

Eggsy’s the one who had wanted to spar with him, who had been bugging him for weeks just for Richard to teach him some of his moves. Because while Percival is renowned as the best sniper Kingsman has ever had among their ranks, he’s no slacker in close combat either. He usually wins any friendly and not so friendly matches, with the exception of when he faces Harry or Merlin. James would have outmatched him too, but he had usually let him win because he preferred to see whatever price Richard would ask for his victory.

Even if he’s let Eggsy pester him into accepting their upcoming match, he has to admit he is genuinely curious about the outcome. The young man’s background in gymnastics alone is a sure guarantee that their fight will be interesting.

All those thoughts are the last things on his mind as he looks over Eggsy, wondering if he’s concealing an injury under his suit or if he’s been sent on a mission.

But Eggsy doesn’t seem to be hurt in any way, doesn’t seem anxious like he always is before leaving for a mission.

No he only looks happy.

He might try to keep what is his professional expression, but he doesn’t quite manage to keep the beaming smile off of his face and he can’t do anything for the little flush of contentment on his cheeks nor the glint of satisfaction shining in his eyes.

Not even the gleam of gold on his finger can outshine his glow, the only reason Richard hasn’t spot the ring at his first glance.

Without wanting to, he starts rubbing his own ring, remembers how him and James had pretended to be sick for three days after getting married in secret, just because they didn’t want to removed their rings for as long as possible.

It had meant cashing in a few favors owed over the years, but it had been worth it.

He can’t say he’s surprised to find out Eggsy is as reluctant as he had been to remove the ring from his fingers.

What really shocks him is that Harry has managed not to tell anyone of his plans before asking Eggsy and that neither have yet to yell the happy news from the top of Big Ben or something.

They might be private people, but they aren’t exactly subtle about how much in love they are.

Looking at them has always been bittersweet to Richard, a reminder of what he lost, but today, as he draws Eggsy in a quick hug and congratulates him, he feels no sadness, no jealousy.

Today, as Eggsy clings to him a bit before letting go, overcome by his own emotions, today, he feels at peace.

There is still good in the world, there is still love.

And as long as he breathes, Richard will fight for it.

A Court of Flames and Curses (3)

the 4th book in the ACOTAR series ~ 1 2

“I don’t understand why we didn’t dock where you came from to follow your path to the lake.”

Lucien looks at Nesta irritably. “The tides make it difficult. And I told you, we moved at night so Vassa could walk with us and share information. I wouldn’t remember the path through the forest now.”

“We’re here,” Cassian says, holding the map up in front of Nesta and jabbing a coastal spot near the circled patch of forest. “It’s almost due east of here.”

“Why shouldn’t we try to go directly to the lake?”

“Best to meet the Suriel—”

“The Wayfinder,” Lucien corrects.

“—and see what it has to say about the matter.”

“We only get one question,” Nesta says. “And we already know, roughly, where the lake is.”

“We can ask how to break the curse,” Amren says, appearing on deck with her pack. “And who put it on her, since she doesn’t know.”

“A nymph. We know that,” Nesta says.

Cassian rolls the map and tucks it into her bag. “All we know is that he’s a nymph. No forest spirit disappears into the human lands without reason.”

“Nor any Suriel,” Lucien adds.

“Come on,” Amren says, pushing between Lucien and Cassian to lead the group. “We’ve discussed this enough. We need to wade in.”

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Hold On To Let Go Chapter 2

 A/N: This chapter was written in an hour, at an hour far too late for me to be awake. Forgive me for any spelling or grammatical errors. Tell me what you think! I live for comments and reblogs!

Warnings: Mentions of homophobia, slight internalized homophobia.

Shrill alarm noises woke Thomas, a soft groan of exhaustion joining in the chorus of electronic beeps. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, dark green ink catching his eye. He held out his forearm, inspecting the new markings. He had told his soulma- Alexander. He had told Alexander that he didn’t know any Thomas Jeffersons the previous night, and then washed off their conversation.

The new markings scrawled over his arm, obviously rushed, looping and spiking in parts. It wasn’t new, and had been smudged by sleep, but he could tell that it was to cover something up. A regretted message that would have taken too long to wipe off, perhaps?

Setting those thoughts aside, Thomas rolled out of bed and grabbed a nearby pen.

Hey, were you writing something earlier?

After a few moments of staring at his clear forearm, a stark contrast to the forest green scribbles on his other arm, Thomas tore his eyes from the short sentence he’d written. He didn’t need to talk to Alexander- and Alexander probably wouldn’t want to talk to him. Not when Alexander found out who his soulmate really was.

In the soft gleam of the early morning sunlight, Thomas could nearly imagine Alexander’s reaction. He would tell Alexander in person. He would pull Alexander away from the crowd of people in the halls- no, that wouldn’t work. Alexander would simply be led to believe that Thomas was out to hurt him again. He needed to do this right.

Perhaps Thomas could simply write it down on his arm? A simple message in the magenta ink he favored for their conversations? That wouldn’t work either, would it? He had never been able to scrawl his own name onto the dark skin of his arm. Why would he be able to now? Would he have to resort to writing ‘So you know that person who you said makes your life a living hell? Well, that’s me, and gee, I really am sorry for causing extreme emotional and mental stress on you these past few years, but maybe be my boyfriend?’? No, he couldn’t do that. Not to Alexander.

Everything had to change, now. Now that Thomas knew that the boy he loved, the boy who picked him up when he was down, an action Thomas typically did for the other part of his soul, was the one who he’d been hurting. The scrawny teen he’d hated, despised, even, who he had just the other day pushed to the ground and laughed as he cried- that was the same person who had written on their arm for his help.

Thomas’s parents had never particularly been kind to…those of the same sex persuasion. They had taught him most of his life that gay people (or ‘The Homosexual Sinners’, as they had put it) were wrong. That same-sex soulmate couples were freaks, or liars. And he had believed them. Never having been able to fully describe himself to his soulmate, Thomas hadn’t known…hadn’t known that the same boy he’d called slurs had been the one he loved. But that was different, right? Even if he was destined to be with…him…that didn’t mean that he was gay, right?

It was different when it came this soulmate. Maybe it just didn’t matter. Maybe it didn’t mean anything. Maybe it had been another thing altogether to have a soulmate of the same gender. That was possible, right? He didn’t need to love his soulmate. His soulmate could simply be someone who was incredibly similar to him.

But that line of thought, of course, brought unwanted ideas. If Alexander was incredibly similar to Thomas, then in what ways were they truly different? Sure, in matters of where and to what families they were born they could not have been more separate. But what about personality? He had seen Alexander in debate class, hell, he’d even gone against him once or twice. The other teen was ruthless, each words spilling from his mouth like a waterfall, sentences cascading into the air.

Not quite different from Thomas.

Fairly similar, actually.

Too similar.

Shaking his head, as if that would empty it of these thoughts, Thomas ran to the bathroom. He grabbed a handful of tissues from the counter and ran them under warm water from the faucet. Turning off the sink, he rubbed the tissues against the message he’d written minutes earlier. Thankfully, Alexander hadn’t answered yet, or seen it.

The small, pen-written message quickly washed off, only leaving a faint black smudge on his arm. Alexander didn’t need to know. Thomas could avoid talking to him. Avoid talking to his soulmate. Yes, it would be hard. But Thomas would find a way.

He couldn’t do this to Alex- his soulmate. Thomas didn’t want to do this to hi- them. He could live without his soulmate, after all. Life would go on as it always had. It had to. Thomas would stroll into school later this morning, shoes tapping on the linoleum. He would greet James and Aaron, smiling. Because he always smiled. He had to keep smiling.

They would find Alexander and…and they would…continue to be the kind of people Thomas had wished late last night could simply disappear from the face of the Earth. If only to help his soulmate.

And most importantly- he would not tell anyone of the events that had transpired late last night, with Alexander’s wrist being stained red. With Thomas’s heart being stained a temperature not represented by that same color.

Alexander would not know. If he didn’t know, it’d be much easier to live on, taunting and tormenting him. It would be easier, not easy.

Because no matter how many words Thomas wiped away with damp tissues, they would remain burnt into the back of his eyes until the day he died.

Nobody needs to know.

The best and worst quotes from @straightcharactersoftheday

Today i took it upon myself to quote my favorite source of entertainment!
The fantastic blog @straightcharactersoftheday
I reeeaaallyyyy love that blog and i 10000000% think that straight characters need more representation??? like they are so right????????? straight characters are practically NON-EXISTENT NOW!
all vry fantastic vry good statements are bolded

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Hey, it’s Ingo! You’re number one source of James Gordon Junior love. I have gotten plenty of questions, from both anons and close friends alike, what some good reading for my boy James Gordon Junior. Everyone’s favorite Gotham teenage serial killer has got quite a plethora of amazing and enticing reads. So I’m here to present this post to you for some suggestions.

Warning!! I wouldn’t get invested in his stories if you’re upset by blood, murder, animal death and subjects along those lines. But I’m assuming you don’t if you sent me this. Still, I put that out there as a warning none-the-less.

Anyway here’s the official James Gordon Jr. suggested reading list, from your number one fan source. Enjoy!

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Our Father

Hey friends, I said I wasn’t posting for a while but was reminded that I had this idea for some time and really needed to write it. I saw a moodboard post a while ago and the idea never left me. With that I give you 1,228 words of Fraxus. This can be found on FFN and AO3.

If you’re curious, I was listening to few things while writing this including (1) monks chanting, (2) Lacrimosa, (3) the mansion music from the first Resident Evil, (4) the police station main hall music from Resident Evil 2, and (5) the witch’s theme from Left 4 Dead while I wrote this (kind of a mixed bag but it helped with my concentration haha)!

This one is called “Our Father”.

The remnants of the original structure of Cardia Basilica had been lost to the elements nearly three decades prior. What was left of the crumbling eighteenth-century baroque building, had been incorporated into the new two-story structure. It sat nestled between the main road and a backstreet in the densely populated second arrondissement, quietly adjudicating the populace that roamed the filthy and narrow streets.

The last evening mass had ended two hours prior, leaving the redolence of burnt incense. The lights remained dim, leaving the candles at the end of each pew to illuminate the main aisle.

Laxus stood before the alter and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, careful to keep the lit match in his hand from lighting his loose robes. He held an old, thick prayer book open in his other hand, its pages worn from use and stained from the smoke of previous masses, and quietly read from it, chanting the prayers. Steadying his hand, he lit the offering candle and muttered the blessing.

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Do You Believe In Soulmates? Part 1


A/N: I want to turn this into a series with multiple parts. I’ve usually just stuck to one-shots or two part stories so bare with me. I love all of you who will take time to read this. 

Please reblog and like if you like this story!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Fandom: Criminal Minds, Supernatural Crossover

Summary: Reid is getting over Maeve’s death, however, he keeps coming to you a pouring his heart out about how he will never find love again. It hurts you when you hear this but you don’t say anything to him because you are in love with him. An old friend drops by with some reassuring news when you think that you will never find love again. 

Warnings: a broken heart, angst, fluff (but is that really a warning?)

Originally posted by loving-criminal-minds

Originally posted by strengthcas

“(Y/N) can you do me a favor?” your co-worker and longtime crush Spencer Reid said over the music in the bar. After a two week long case the team decided it was high time to celebrate their victories, and after some considerable persuasion, even the resident genius agreed to come out. You had been working for the BAU for 3 years now and had grown close to all of the members. Though you were forced to join the FBI by your brothers and best friend, you learned to like your job and nowadays wake up happy to go to work. Even though you were at the BAU and dealt with gruesome cases on a day to day basis, the thing you found the hardest was listening to Spencer pour his heart out about his dead girlfriend.

It had been exactly 5 months and 14 days since Maeve’s death and though he seemed to be getting back to normal Reid could not stop talking about how he loves Maeve. You didn’t realize that you had feelings for him until he had confided in you about his love for the geneticist. It was at that moment you felt your heart yearning for him, for you to be the one he was praising and loving. You started to hate her just a little, but the moment you saw her tied to a chair with a gun pointed to her head, all of that went away. And when she laid on the floor dead, tears streamed from your eyes just as much as they did from Reid’s. Since then you were by his side, and listened to him talk about her day in and day out. At first you thought it was best for him to talk to you about her, letting his feelings out in a healthy manner but soon you started to second guess yourself. He would come over to your apartment late at night and talk to you about how he dreamed of having a family with Maeve, or how he dreamed of her walking down the aisle towards him. He was supposed to get over these feelings, but the more you allowed him to talk you the more tighter he held on to her memories.

“What’s up Reid?” you ask, already knowing what his answer was going to be.

“Could you come with me to Maeve’s grave, I want to spend some time with her but I don’t think I can go alone,” he asked quietly.

“OOOOO… drinks!” Garcia slurred as the second round of drinks arrived providing you with the perfect distraction to avoiding replying to Reid’s offer. You twirled the bourbon round and round thinking of a perfect way to turn Reid down when someone walked into the bar catching your eye. Your breath got caught in your throat as you saw the man in a trench coat take a seat at the opposite corner from where the team and you were. His bright blue eyes shone brighter than the last time you remembered and his focus was completely on you.

“So (Y/N), will you?” Reid asked loudly to be heard over the music, but the music stopped at the same time as he asked the question leading the entire bar to hear him. The team looked at their young coworker baffled by his behavior, Morgan was the first to recover and asked, “Will she what, Reid?”

Spencer grew a brilliant shade of red at the embarrassment and when questioned by his teammate fumbled and said, “I was asking if she could come with me to Maeve’s grave.” Garcia and JJ visibly winced at this, and the rest of the team turned their eyes to you. They all knew about your love for the good doctor and were more than proud at how much of a good friend you were being by putting your feelings aside and helping him get back to normal. However, everyone did agree that it was high time for you to stop being a lifeline for him, because of what it was doing to you. “So (Y/N), will you?” Reid asks again.

“Huh?” you say as your attention was pulled away from the man in the trench coat. Garcia and JJ were throwing daggers at you with their eyes and the men looked like they were telepathically trying to get you to refuse the offer. “Oh yeah, Reid. You pick a date and I’ll be there,” you say and down the bourbon in one gulp. Garcia let out a frustrated sigh while JJ cursed under breath, only loud enough for you to hear. “Now if you’ll excuse me,” you smile and pull away from the table. You tug at your blouse and fix your hair, “Jayge, teeth?” you show off your pearly whites to the mom friend to inspect.

Though confused at your actions at first she smiles and says, “You’re good” and winks while you make your way toward the man who hadn’t taken his eyes off of you.

“Cas,” you smile and sit down across from him.

“Hello (Y/N) how are you?” he asked.

“Like you don’t know,” you playfully poke his arm, “don’t try and lie to me angel, I know you’ve been dropping by every day to make sure I’m okay.” Cas awkwardly shifted at the contact making you smile even bigger. The angel’s awkwardness and social anxiety were one of the things you loved about him. In many ways he reminded you of Reid, both were extremely intelligent about everything but mainstream media and both were incredibly awkward. Noticing his uncomfortableness and the nervous glances he shot above your shoulder, you knew that your friends were, not so subtly, staring and profiling the interaction between you two.

“How about we talk somewhere my friends aren’t shooting daggers at you?” you suggest.

“Bu- but they aren’t throwing knifes at me,” he innocently states. You laugh getting up and reach your hand out to him, which he gladly takes.

“It’s an expression Castiel,” you sing- song. Before leaving the bar you shoot a reassuring smile at your co-workers letting them know you were fine. JJ and Garcia send you winks while Hotch, and Rossi smile and Morgan gives you a thumbs up. You were distracted by the cheer that was being sent your way, you don’t notice Reid’s sullen face, and longing look. Once outside you walk arms looped for about twenty minutes until you come to a quiet park.

“(Y/N), can I ask you something?” Cas asked as you both sit on a bench overlooking the jungle gym.

“You know you can ask me anything Castiel,” you replied looking at him. He stares at you for a moment, as if he was looking into your soul and then continues to speak, “Do you believe in soulmates?”

Your breath hitches in your throat for the second time tonight. Soulmates? Ever since you were little you knew that the monsters in the stories weren’t fictional. Your birth parents were killed by a werewolf which led you to be adopted into the Winchester family. Since then you’ve seen the unimaginable, vampires, ghosts, angels, demons, and leviathans, name it and you’ve probably seen and defeated it. But soulmates? That is a topic that neither your brothers nor you talked about. You never gave the idea a glance, sure there was that time your brothers and you talked to a cupid and he told you all about soulmates. He said that usually heaven didn’t care if Sally and Jack meet but there are some bloodlines that need to be tied in marriage. Hence the ‘Soulmates’ legend was born. However, your experience as a hunter taught you that hunters don’t have happy endings, so you threw the idea of you having a soulmate right out the window. Your brothers and Cas had forced you to join the FBI at first to keep tabs on the Bureaus investigations on your family, but after noticing your enjoyment and how you were moving up the ladder they let you stay. This change in career paths had opened up a sliver of hope in you that you may get that white picket fence that you’ve always dreamed about. “(Y/N),” Cas whispers bringing you back from your thoughts.

“Cas I’ve seen things that most people believe don’t believe exist. I didn’t believe that angels were a thing when I was 22 but here I am 6 years later talking to my amazing best friend who just happens to be an angel of the Lord. I may not go as far as to call it believing in them but I’m open to the possibility that soulmates exist,” you reply. He tenses up a little bit more, which makes you ask, “Why the sudden visit and the questions Cas?”

He stares at the jungle gym for a while before answering, you could see that there was an internal battle happening with your best friend. You knew he was there with something important and he was wondering if it was appropriate to tell you about it or not. You’ve seen him like this once or twice, once when he was working with Crowley and needed to tell you however he chose not to and crushed the trust you had between the two of you. “Cas honey, whatever it is that you want to tell me, you can. I can handle it,” you reassure him.

He looks into your eyes once again and says, “I know who your soulmate is.”

It took you a couple of minutes to process what he said and then finally speak your voice filled with emotions that you didn’t know were possible for you to have. “Why are you telling me all this Cas?”

“Because you are hurting. You are hurting so much. For the past five months, I’ve seen you stick by a man you’re in love with, who was suffering from the loss of someone he thought was the one for him. I’ve seen you be the good friend that I know you are, but I have also watched you cry yourself to sleep every night after listening to him talk to you about how she was the love of his life. But you wake up every morning and put on a smile all the while thinking that you were never going to find someone or be happy,” he looks over to gauge your reaction. Being a successful profiler you perfected your expressionless face, which is the face you were giving Cas at the moment. He however went on, “You’re not going to be alone (Y/N). You have a soulmate, you’ve actually already met him and though it may seem like you won’t end up together you will.”

“Who is this soulmate?” you asked, “Cas please tell me.”

“Dr. Spencer Reid.”

Do Me a Favor (Final Part)

Summary:  AU! Bucky Barnes and you are neighbors and close friends. As a huge favor, Bucky asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend for a relative’s wedding and you agree.

Word Count: 1,967

Warnings: None.

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A/N: And we have arrived to the end, guys! I hope you like it and thank you for every like, reblog, comment, message. It was so fun writing this for you all. 

Originally posted by fostergasm-ftw

Bucky Barnes was a fairly reasonable man. Fairly. He kept his emotions at bay and often completely ignored them, thinking it better to adopt a cool façade, untouchable and therefore, emotionless. It was much more convenient that way. He didn’t get too involved and he wouldn’t have to deal with feelings later. Feelings were messy, feelings got him in trouble. Feelings… Well, feelings were what made him see red now.

He had never felt such rage in his life. Just pure, uninhibited, unadulterated anger. It made his clenched fists shake, his jaw clench and teeth grit, making that godawful noise he usually despised. It made his chest tighten and shortened the span of his breaths, it made his pupils dilate

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By Zombies

This is all @saibrarutherford‘s fault. More grammar silliness in the Class Act AU. Things in Mara’s classroom get a little off topic (as they do), and Cullen is there to see it all. A similar thing might have happened in my classroom… Cullen’s POV, 1k. 

The best part about Cullen’s classroom being right across the hall from Mara’s was that on his prep hour he could hear all of the shenanigans she got into with her kids. The desks in Mara’s classroom were arranged into groups to form tables, a stark contrast to the straight, front-facing rows in his. There was always a chaotic sort of buzz coming from her classroom. He’d teased her once about it, and she’d just shrugged and said it was the sound of learning. His teaching style was so different from hers that it had been hard to understand that completely, but the few times he’d observed her this year had shown him that she was right.

That day though, Cullen could hear them talking about zombies. His students had been watching a documentary the last two days, which meant that his grading was up to date, all his planning done. He’d been catching up on some reading, but set it down in favor of crossing the short distance from his classroom to hers.

He leaned silently in the doorway, a faint smile on his face as he took in the scene. Mara was at the whiteboard, marker in hand. She was dressed more casual than usual, jeans with a soft flowing shirt with a gray cardigan. He knew just how soft that shirt was, and she knew just how much he liked the blue color. Behind her on the whiteboard was written, “The pizza was eaten by zombies.” Cullen was still not sure what on earth was going on.

There were several students talking to her at once, and Cullen wasn’t sure how she managed to keep track of them all, but she did.

“Come on, Paul. The mountains would be the place to go, you can set up your own traps and there are enough natural predators to help pick them off,” Jonny, a student Cullen had next hour, said.

Paul shook his head. “I’m telling you, stick in the city. I Am Legend style. You’ve got access to all sorts of conveniences.”

“Remember that the guy in I Am Legend dies, right?” a girl at another table said.

“Okay, but he was fine until he made the one zombie dude mad.” Paul leaned back in his seat.

Mara frowned. “Those weren’t zombies though.”

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red in the face | shawn mendes

requested by anonymous

word count: 1,421
author’s note: sorry this took so long, anon!! hope u enjoy <33333 also, disclaimer: since i am shawn-focused, i have no idea which of these boys have girlfriends or not, so some of this might be vague of inaccurate, but i tried my best!!

Your name: submit What is this?

You would never, ever admit it out loud, but sometimes you did it on purpose.
You just couldn’t help yourself; seeing the way it made his jaw lock in place, the way his fists clenched and his eyes blazed impossibly brighter - it sent a thrill racing down your spine, cool and fast.
And Shawn was usually pretty laid-back, and difficult to provoke like that. So jealousy wasn’t a trick you pulled out often, but rather one you saved for perfect opportunities, for times when it was oh-so-easy to make him squirm.
And squirm he did.

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Newt Scamander Imagines.

I wrote some imagines to calm me down I hope u guys like them JFC I need a hug.

Originally posted by hardyness

  • Imagine sitting with him under a tree in late summer. The air is hot, but not sticky and it feels good as you sprawl out in the grass. Newt is writing something down in his leather-bound notebook about a creature one of his creatures. He stops writing for a moment, looking down at you with green eyes that seemed more vivid due to the lighting the two of you were in. He lets his gaze linger on your for longer than needed before looking up at the blue sky. There were a few clouds, but not a whole lot. It was the perfect sort of day that he could just soak in because he had all of his favorite things near him. His creatures in his case, lovely weather and you right beside him.
  • Imagine watching Newt with his creatures. He’s so affectionate with them all, taking time to talk to them as if they could completely understand(which you think they can because they’ve been with him for so long), brushing his fingers along their bodies and reflecting the trust and love they show him.
    Holding Pickett on his right index finger, Newt sits next to you and gives you a warm smile. You reply with an equally warm grin and look down at your knees. “You really love them, don’t you?”
    Newt listens to the sound of your voice and nods gently. “They were there for me when no one else was. I owe them everything.” Newt admitted and looked out at the rest of his creatures as he placed Pickett on his shoulder. “The bowtruckles accuse me of favoritism because I do carry Pickett around but truth be told… I can’t pick just one favorite creature. That would be fair. I love them all…”
    You hold your finger out on Newt’s shoulder, and he watches rather intently as Pickett crawls onto it. “I think Pickett may favor you more than me though, or so it seems.” 
  • Imagine hearing Newt singing to his creatures, especially the newborns. It’s an act of trust and love, and though he usually assumes you can’t hear him, you usually do. He sings a variety of things, usually lullabies he can remember from his childhood, and catchy jingles he may have heard in the Muggle World.
    Surprisingly, he’s a really good singer. But, you haven’t told him yet because you’re afraid if you tell him, he’ll become self-aware and will stop singing so loudly for you to hear.
  • Imagine Newt watching you handle his creatures. It starts as just a minute stare, and becomes him intently watching you from across the way. You’re so gentle and so caring with his creatures, but not because you have to. But, because you want to as you know how much they mean to Newt. 
    The more Newt finds himself watching you, the more aware he becomes of the blossoming feelings he has for you. There’s just something so beautiful about you caring for his creatures the way he does that lights his soul on fire. Newt supposed he had always yearned for a companion who shared the same passion for them as he did. He just never thought it’d be so bluntly in his face.
  • Imagine finding Newt asleep in the middle of the floor. It happens more often than not, as he does get a bit eccentric and doesn’t sleep for what seems like days at time. You sigh quietly, knowing you can’t carry him to a more comfortable place and so you grasp the nearest thing that resembles a blanket, which happens to be his peacock colored jacket, and put it onto of his sleeping self. He mumbles something, tugging it closer before dozing off completely once again.
  • Imagine realizing that you’re in love with Newt. Something that took years to realize, and you’re surprised that it took that long. It starts off as just any other day with the two of you. He’s seated in front of the Niffler, looking into the burrow with narrow eyes. He’s bent over, staring in and saying something to the little black creature in a rather stern yet playful voice. You’re across from him, Pickett on your shoulder as you were just trying to convince him to join the other bowtruckles.
    Newt starts gesturing with his hands wildly, still talking to Niffler who is seated rather comfortably in his treasures.
    You laugh quietly. You could only imagine what he was scolding him for, probably for taking another shiny object that was his when it all of a sudden hit you.
    Why were you staring for so long? You couldn’t even see his face and you were merely staring at his back. You swallowed. 
    The warm feeling inside of your chest began. You knew what this was, or at least you thought.
    But, nothing was going to prepare you for the deeper feelings you were going to develop.
  • Imagine one night, Newt is talking about his time at Hogwarts. It remains vague enough to start with as to not stir unwanted emotions, but he finds himself stumbled by your words when you get onto the topic of friends, or his lack of such during his schooling. “You were in love with Leta.” You whispered quietly, looking back at the picture of her Newt carried.
    Silence ensues around the two of you as he looks down at his hands. Swallowing, Newt wonders if he has it in himself to actually answer you truthfully. But, then again, answering in a lie would get him no where. He shuffled besides you, rubbing his hands together before putting them on his knees, “That was a long time ago.” Newt said and cleared his throat, avoiding your eyes at all costs, “Feelings change, and so do people…”
    “Newt, I…”
    “Can we please…” His voice sounds broken and shredded, “Not talk about this anymore…?”
    “I’m sorry…” You say, letting the silence fill the air once again. The two of you don’t talk again for the rest of the night as he stands to go tend to his creatures.
    He’s just so afraid of falling in love again, because he knows what love can do to a person if they’re not the right one. One side of him thinks like this while the other is urging him to jump, because he’s convinced you are indeed the one true love of his life.

If you guys want more, let me know! :) Thanks! Hope you enjoyed! Reblogs + likes are much appreciated and mean a lot!

The Eve Of  A New Year.

Pairing: Leonard x reader

Cast: Leonard, Y/N,  Uhura, Jim, Spock, and Scotty

Titled: The Eve Of A New Year 

Word Count: 2,194

Warnings: language (very minor), Star Trek feels, Leonard fluff, Bones feels etc. 

A/N: 2017 is not that far off my friends and who wouldn’t want to spend New Year’s Eve with your favorite characters from Star Trek. And I know today is not New Years Eve but still.  

Tagging:  @aprofoundbondwithdean @bkwrm523 @feelmyroarrrr @imaginestartrek @ladyxdezi @bgarrow1013 @unsinkthetitanic @stargirlhorse @mysupernaturalfics @ivvitm1109 @blacktithe7 @sincerelysaraahh @mysteriouslyme81 @my-amazing-nerdyness @stargirlhorse @uss-lesbian @castielohcastiel @serenityspiral @indominusregina @chaosmieu @chrispine-startrek @outside-the-government @quiddy-writes @yourtropegirl

Ah New Years. 

The Star Fleet had you and the rest of your main crew stationed on the star ship, Enterprise have the weekend off. Even though, you were on a five year mission you still got a few days off in between. You spent all of the time throughout the year together but you still wanted to celebrate the fact of the new year, together. There was no one else you would rather be with it. 

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A Queen for a King (part 2) (Viserys Targaryen x Reader) (Request)

Gif Not Mine

hiccuplovver: I loved A Queen for a King! you illustrated my idea perfectly. do you think you could do a part two? like where it’s a few years later the reader is pregnant with baby number three, Viserys has a well paying job, you have a little boy and a little girl, live in a lovely house, and everything is perfect. Yet one day a wondering dothraki see’s you and reports back to Danny. she comes to visit and her brother gets scared that she’ll take his family away, but she just leaves her blessing. please thx

Word Count: 1730

Extra: A Queen for a King (part 1)

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I did one of these back in April, and I promised you guys I would do another one “soon”. Like Troye Sivan, my “soon” apparently meant “a long ass time”. 

Oh well, I’m here again with some new good ass material. 

A few notes from the compiler

Still don’t know if compiler is a word smh

The editing skills have not become any better during these five months oh well

Please reblog this to spread the word and share the love <3<3<3<3

(also, one of these are mine #selfpromohey)

Nothing below this paragraph is owned by me, tumblr user @lovelylydiaisabelle

Once Upon a Time in Brooklyn by Master of Unlocking (99k) Rating: Explicit 

Once upon a time, in a faraway land called Brooklyn, an older-than-he-seemed Warlock lived in a fashionable loft apartment…

Magnus Bane angers the wrong warlock and ends up with more than he bargained for. Not only is he cursed to live out fairytales that risk his life in increasingly creative ways, he also has to find his One True Love within the year or face dire consequences.

Strange Love by arandomfan91 (46k) Rating: Mature

Alec is in love with Magnus. Magnus needs Alec to be his fake boyfriend. What could possibly go wrong?

Screw the rules by Jar_of_Dreams (17k) Rating: Teen and up 

“Screw the rules. Screw them. Screw all of this.” Alec was done. So done with everything.

Fake Date Me, Alexander by mininoot (44k) Rating: Explicit

Magnus doesn’t do relationships. Alec doesn’t do hook ups. Magnus needs a ‘proper’ date for a party, and who better to ask than Alec. Fake dating isn’t so hard, really. Unless your fake boyfriend’s brother finds out that you’re 'dating’ just before you join them on a family trip. What starts off as a simple favor quickly turns into something a lot more permanent, and a lot more confusing. The return of Alec’s terrifying past doesn’t help much, either

And the Oscar goes to… by Lecrit (21k) Rating: Explicit 

Working for Magnus isn’t easy. Magnus is out of control and Alec has to yell more often than not to get him to listen to him. He hates everything formal because it means he has to watch his mouth. Most importantly, Magnus is an incorrigible flirt.

Which would be alright if Alec wasn’t utterly, irremediably, unfathomably in love with him.

Based on this prompt:
“AU where Magnus is an Oscar winning actor and Alec, his PA, is in love with him.”

It’s Always Your Move by Lecrit (15k) Rating: Explicit

Maryse Lightwood is fierce, determinate and she is standing right in front of Magnus, on the threshold of his house, the scowl on her face announcing nothing good.

Magnus hasn’t seen her since the Oscars ceremony three days ago. To be fair, he hasn’t really seen anyone, too busy that he had been catching up on lost time with Alec.

Magnus thought he could be tranquil forever after winning an Oscar and finally confessing his feelings to Alec. Magnus was wrong.

Part 2 of “And The Oscar Goes to…”

5 Times Alec Tried to Make Magnus Titter and the 1 Time He Did That and More by Rahar_Moonfire (10k) Rating: Mature

Based on the short, cute, high pitched giggle sound Magnus made at the beginning of s1e7.

Magnus tries to hold back his laughter and ends up making a sound that Alec finds absolutely adorable. Now Alec will do everything in his power, including getting the team together to help him get Magnus to make that sound again. Even if he has to do it in the bedroom.

something wicked this way comes by Thealmostrhetoricalquestion (9k) Rating: General

Magnus Bane, the guy Alec’s had an embarrassing crush on for about six years, is swearing at a book that sits just out of reach.

Magnus Bane, the guy who doesn’t know that Alec exists.

Until now, apparently.

Allergies by behappy (18k) Rating: Mature

Alec finds a fluffy cat waiting for him on his couch and he takes it back to its owner, who happens to be too beautiful for words. Alec’s greeted by the glittery cat-eyed man, but Alec chokes. Literally. He chokes because, oh yeah, Alec forgot he’s deathly allergic to cats.’

You’re My Soulmate, Sweetheart by mininoot (1k) Rating: Not rated

Soulmate AU, where your eye color matches your soulmates shirt, which Magnus thinks is utterly ridiculous and downright finicky. Alec’s eyes have been the same blue for months now, but Magnus’s are still changing to match Alec’s shirt. (Not that Magnus would tell Alec that, of course)

think of me when you shoot your arrows by deepbutdazzlingdarkness (11k) Rating: Explicit

Five times Alec gets off thinking about Magnus and one time he doesn’t have to.

amor verus by budapestagain (28k) Rating: Teen and Up

To Alec Lightwood, family is the most important thing, above everything, including personal happiness. So when he proposed to Lydia, he wasn’t thinking of himself but the family name.
Magnus Bane is a popular and successful wedding planner and when he’s hired to plan Alec’s wedding, he thinks this will just be another job.

They have to find out that sometimes the right thing to do is to follow your heart.

to endure by thisissirius (7k) Rating: Teen and Up

“I can’t watch you die again,” Alec blurts out. He rubs his hands against his knees, looks up at Magnus through his lashes. “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

a time loop threatens to confine Alec to a lifetime of losing Magnus.

Of Doctors, Crushes and First Dates by MouseBouse (11k) Rating: Teen and Up

Alec is a doctor. Magnus is a millionaire. Izzy lives with one and is friends with the other.
Everything else just kind of settles into place.

Life of A Lightwood-Bane by heartsdesire456 (8k) Rating: Mature

The ringing of his phone on the bedside table woke Magnus up, and he immediately knew that something horrible must have happened.

Never had a phone call at three in the morning spelled good news.

A Bagel for my Boyfriend by DragonBread (5k) Rating: General Audiences 

“We love you,” Jace said.

“Yeah,” Alec sighed. “I love you too. I’m going to go to bed. Please don’t hurt Magnus, or send him creepy notes, or any of the other crazy things I can see you all planning.”

Alec and Magnus react to their first date, go on their second, and make some decisions about the future of their relationship

give it a go by rocketshiptospace (5k) Rating: Teen and Up

“You know what, Alexander,” Magnus says, studying their menu like he doesn’t already know it by heart, “You should really consider selling hotdogs.”

Alec sends him a confused look. “What, why? Aren’t my burgers good enough for you?”

Magnus looks up, “No, no, they are, it’s just,” he grins mischievously, “You really make my wiener stand.”

or, Alec works in a food truck. Magnus knows an awful lot of food related pick-up lines.

the importance of words by Purple City (WIP) (?k) Rating: Mature

It was two months into their relationship that Magnus knew he loved Alexander Gideon Lightwood, and strangely, it didn’t surprise him

or; Magnus knows a lot of languages and things go wrong before everything goes absolutely right

Signs and Soulmarks by Someone_aka_Me (2k) Rating: Teen and Up

Alec has never spoken a word. He can’t. In a world where soulmates are connected by Soulmarks that show the first words the other will say to them, he wonders what this means for his soulmate.

A Fighting Chance by heartsdesire456 (66k) Rating: Explicit

When Magnus Bane bought the space for his dance studio, Pandemonium, he had no idea that the wall between it and the MMA Training Gym next door was so thin. Neither did he realize that a dispute over the loud music would lead to him becoming involved in the world of MMA and, more importantly, guide him to the man who would end up changing his life.

Anything You Say by milominderbinder (WIP) (?k) Rating: Mature

Detective Alec Lightwood likes his job. He likes the order of it, likes helping people, likes that he gets to work with Jace and that Izzy is always right downstairs in the morgue too. He’s wanted to be a cop ever since he was a kid, just like his parents before him, and now he’s living that dream. His life should be perfect.

There’s just one problem. Their precinct has just gotten a new forensic expert   - Magnus Bane.

And honestly, he’s so cute that Alec’s kind of losing his mind.

Don’t Touch My Heart (I Was Taken From The Start) by Take_Me_To_My_Fragile_Dreams (3k) Rating:  Teen and Up 

In a world where everyone has a soulmate whose name is tattooed on their wrist, Alec and Magnus are just trying to find one another among the masses.

Set Me In Motion by lemonoclefox (WIP) (?k) Rating: Mature

Magnus spots a handsome stranger in the elevator of his apartment building – which wouldn’t be a big deal if said stranger didn’t turn out to be dating Magnus’s neighbor. In other words, his and Magnus’s paths end up crossing more than once, causing a friendship to slowly develop. Magnus should be complaining, but he’s not.

The Red String of Fate by Someone_aka_Me (5k) Rating: Teen and Up

In a world where everyone is born with a red thread on his hand, tying him to his soulmate, Magnus Bane is born with a closed loop. He waits a long time to find the other end.

I hope these are to your satisfaction <3

//Lydia Isabelle