in fact this one is not the worse

Conspiracy Theory

The fight against Net Neutrality is all a distraction to make us forget about “best stuff first”

Think about it. Tumblr is owned by Altaba (formerly Yahoo!) which is owned by Verizon, and Verizon is against NN. But then we have Staff telling us to fight for NN, despite it not being in the best interest of the parent company. What if all along it’s Verizon’s plan to then pay these senators to fight for NN and then all is well and then either we forget about “best stuff first” or staff is like “see it could’ve been way worse.” 

In conclusion: there were in fact two shooters in the Kennedy assassination, but one did not fire at Kennedy, and instead he accidentally shot it up at the moon, where the bullet orbited for 48 years and then was inexplicably slung back to Earth, where it fell into the Middle East and penetrated Osama Bin Laden’s skull, killing him instantly.

This theory is shit.

Season’s Special: Chapter 4

Summer: June

Summary: Life was simple. You worked at the local cafe, starting your days baking some pies before setting off to serve customers. Everything was routine, all year round. Nothing changed. As a creature of habit you were quite content living your life the way it was. But when a flannel wearing flirt walks into the cafe one morning you begin to wonder if maybe you’re missing something…

Over the next twelve months things start to change. Over four seasons your world is turned upside down… only question is, is it for better of for worse?

Masterlist

Warnings: Nope :):)

Bamby

You stood in the kitchen of your café, boxing up an order of cupcakes for a little girl’s birthday party. You’d spent the last couple of hours working on the fifty cakes and were now covered in icing sugar, coloured frosting and cocoa powder. Your hair was a mess, and despite the fact you’d thrown on an apron you plain lilac shirt and light blue jeans had still managed to get dirty.

Tom and Susie had been there every step of the way, grabbing whatever you might need and placing it on your work bench, serving customers, cleaning up the kitchen as you left it in disarray. You were truly thankful for the help- and secretly thankful they were quiet about it too.

Whenever you got to work on baking or decorating desserts the task took up all your attention. You could spend hours working on one cake alone, perfectly a new and creative design that would be the perfect match to a delicious cake. You took pride in your work and didn’t believe in handing over something you were one hundred percent pleased with.

Letting out a tired breath, you took a step back from the work bench, nodding to the boxed cakes. “Done.”

“Good. Now eat.” Tom came to stand in front of you, a plate in his hands, a salad and ham sandwich on the plate.

Your stomach grumbled in anticipation at the prospect of food. With a small smile in Tom’s direction you quickly untied your apron, tossed it on the counter, and took the plate.

Having been cooped up inside for hours now, you decided to take your food out to the park across the road. It was a beautiful day and you couldn’t see why you shouldn’t enjoy some lunch under the shade of a tree as you took in the sights of your town’s main street.

Walking out of the store and across the road, you spotted a vacant picnic table. Eyes set, you headed over, placing your plate down and taking a seat, finally letting yourself relax.

As you nibbled on your sandwich you watched people move about, waving and smiling at you here and there. You smiled back, always happy to see friendly faces. You looked out and over to the pond as well, watching the ducks float along the water happily. The sun was shining up above, not a cloud to be seen. It was a truly lovely day.

“Afternoon.”

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Good fucking God, I hate this.

These aren’t deals, first of all. Like, the game is calling these “Black Friday deals,” and they just objectively…aren’t.

They’re 3,000 jewels a piece, which is and always has been the game’s standard, universal price for medal pulls.

In fact, they’re actually a worse deal than most, ‘cause where most medals have come with a “guaranteed in five pulls” aspect, the Foretellers are “guaranteed in twenty.” So, for “just” 60,000 jewels, you could take home one EX Ava,

I guess the five-pull system has just been so effective at taking advantage of people with gambling addictions, they felt comfortable cranking it up 4x.

Because why exploit them some when can exploit them more?

Enough is never enough.

Meanwhile, let’s drop five big game-changing medals at once, and bring back EX Kairi, to make this look like some big, spectacular, can’t-miss event.

You know, to basically dazzle people with just how much they’d be missing out on if they don’t buy now. To blind them with sheer volume.

And thereby disguise the fact, you know, literally almost anything would be a better idea to blow your Black Friday money on.

For the amount of money they’re expecting people to blow on this, you could easily get, like, a TV.

A computer.

Other whole, entire games.

Something more useful. Something more fun.

Something more substantial than just…medals…in an app that will inevitably not exist someday.

So, we’ve got to disguise that fact with sparkly graphics and sheer volume.

- Mod A.

Man @ my fellow white people sometimes you gotta take a step back and realize that even if you have been oppressed for some reason (whether ur queer or a woman or disabled) that we still… have white privilege like I know that’s hard for some of y'all to understand but plain and simple, we have ever since race as it is known today was conceptualized (about 500 years ago at least) benefited from white privileged and we continue to do so today.

Like when a poc (especially someone who is black since we yknow enslaved their ancestors and continue to keep them disenfranchised and enslaved through the prison system) says they don’t feel sympathy for a white group historically isn’t saying that what happened to them is okay, but even oppressed groups (like white women in the 17th century 👀👀) can still oppress other oppressed groups. White women may have been “considered property” and been subjected to marital rape but like, not only did black people experience all of that and more, (considering you know, black people actually were property) white women had a hand in the oppression and foul treatment of slaves, we know this for a fact. No one is saying that white women weren’t and aren’t to some extent still oppressed just that black women experience everything we do and worse because they are both female and black. Black folk have a reason to dislike white people, and honestly most white peoples utter lack of empathy towards the black struggle is not only disgusting but isn’t going to engender any sort of sympathy towards white people, especially women.

(Particularly when historically speaking, black women have always been key movers in the white womens feminist movements and then receive none of the benefits)

let’s hone in more about lance, leadership in general, and keith’s leadership (vs. shiro’s), culminating in his overall feelings about keith’s departure. 

first of all, i’m not someone who wants to see lance as the black paladin. i think his narrative is very much about him realizing his intrinsic worth. validating his idea that he must lead in order to “contribute in some way” would be detrimental to him in the long run. what i want to see is lance recognizing how essential his is to the team as he is now.

that aside, we know that lance does possess strong leadership traits. 

we’re introduced to lance when he’s leading the garrison trio. although that simulation was a disaster, what it did showcase was that lance could quickly identify what the problem was and who could best fix it. he also applies this to himself; he tends to fill any role that needs filling at the time. 

time and time again, we’ve seen evidence that lance is very, very perceptive, both of people’s emotions and of his surroundings. this is a very useful skill not only in a leader, but also in a support character such as lance. 

when keith is leading, in one particular instance, it’s lance whom the team follows, not keith.

even when the team is technically following keith, without lance’s guidance tempering keith’s impulses, the team isn’t confident in his judgment. 

furthermore, it’s lance, not “shiro”, who delivers the pep talk to allura that saves voltron. 

essentially, lance is perfectly capable of leading, but in the end, the black lion does not choose him. 

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"copycat” still really bothers me

i’m sure i’m not the first person to notice this but i’m rewatching the show and the episode “copycat” just gets me so annoyed and irritated because of how adrien was written in that episode. this is probably the episode where we have the most blatant, explicit evidence of one of adrien’s flaws (i.e. his jealousy) and he is at no point forced to be held accountable for his actions. 

adrien quite literally causes an akuma because of his jealousy. but he is not forced to apologize to theo for lying about his relationship with ladybug, he’s not forced to apologize to ladybug for lying about said relationship without her consent, and adrien himself is not allowed time in the episode to acknowledge his jealousy, find fault in it, and learn from his mistake. 

adrien as a character already has this annoying habit of being presented as the “perfect boy” who very rarely makes mistakes and is idolized for it. not just by marinette. by pretty much everyone. “jackady” had this really strange scene where gabriel and ladybug were staring at adrien’s modeling shots and gushing about how “flawless” and “perfect” he is. and most of adrien’s arguably negative qualities (e.g. his occassional inability to take things seriously in battle, his naivete, his occasional impulsiveness as chat noir, etc.) are often presented in ways that either make us sympathize with his behavior or find it endearing. 

“copycat” is probably one of the only (if not the only) episodes where adrien is very clearly doing something wrong. he’s angry that theo likes ladybug so much so he lies about his relationship with ladybug and tells theo they’re a thing so that he can back off and chat noir can have ladybug all to himself. 

the problem is that the show doesn’t call out adrien for this jealousy. about the only time it does is when plagg makes a dig at him right when adrien realizes who the akuma is. 

and despite this, adrien merely rolls his eyes at plagg and scoffs at the comment as if it’s a joke. that was the perfect opportunity for adrien to take just a few seconds to say “you’re right. i should’ve never lied and let myself get jealous. that was wrong of me.”

about the best we can get is when chat noir acknowledges that he was the one who caused the akuma so he’s the one who has to go and get himself out of it. but at no point does he tell ladybug why this happened (especially because it involves her) and at no point does he vocalize the mistake he made, i.e. the fact that he let his jealousy take over. 

then this is where the episode really starts to bother me

he calls out ladybug for not showing up to the statue unveiling. they actually make chat noir take time in the middle of his screw up to basically tell ladybug “well maybe you’d know what’s going on if you showed up this morning.” ladybug had done nothing wrong in regards to this akuma. we’re dealing with her phone stealing and her bad time management on the side, but this has nothing to do with the akuma. if anyone’s mistakes should be being highlighted here, it’s adrien’s. 

but the episode continues to just let adrien get away with the fact that he lied. ladybug praises chat noir for his honesty and for the fact that he’s never lied to ladybug about anything (hello, irony) and normally this would be a pretty good moment for chat noir to at least look guilty. but instead he merely thanks her for the compliment and continues fighting anyway. 

and then it gets even worse because the one who apologizes at the end of the episode is ladybug!! she apologizes to theo for not showing up to the unveiling! which, fine ok, but where was adrien’s apology? where was his opportunity to explain to ladybug that he messed up for lying about their relationship, causing this akuma, and putting ladybug in danger?

it’s replaced with chat noir’s angst about his crush not being returned. 

we feel bad for him at the end of this episode because his “crush was crushed.” let alone that he let his jealousy get the better of him and lied to a stranger about ladybug and his relationship behind her back. we end the episode feeling sympathy for chat noir because ladybug doesn’t feel the same way for him. mr. perfect finally has an episode where he screws up and the show does not allow him to take sufficient responsibility for it and own up to his mistake. 

and it further annoys me that this happened because anytime marinette messes up, she almost always apologizes. when she didn’t listen to chloe and caused her to be akumatized? she apologized to her for not listening to her. when she yelled at lila and caused her to be akumatized because of her own jealousy? she apologized to lila for being so mean to her. marinette is continuously asked to own up to her mistakes and apologize for them (as she should) meanwhile the one time adrien screws up, he gets let off for it. 

idk man, it just gets me upset that adrien got it so easy in this episode. he should’ve apologized to theo. he should’ve told ladybug the truth. he should’ve owned up to the fact that his jealousy was totally unwarranted. 

“A mug’a hot ink with a side of annoyed demon? How’d you know my favorite?”

Both? As a woman in the hobby, it’s easy enough to see that it’s overwhelmingly male. Although I’d love to see more women and I think the hobby is moving to be more inclusive, that by itself isn’t necessarily a problem. If anything, it’s an opportunity to invite some really cool new people into a hobby I love. (Although sometimes it is annoying to be the only person who looks like you and some women do find that alienating).
 

The real problem comes in in 2 places:

 
 
When women come into the hobby, some of the less socially astute or straight up creepy members of the hobby don’t make them feel welcome. Sometimes this is hitting on them, sometimes it’s treating them with disrespect, sometimes it’s gatekeeping and sometimes its expecting them or their players to fufill gender norms or sexual fantasies (any of the creepy sex stories you see fall into this category). Sometimes women don’t even need to be present for this to happen. I had a coworker who told me he doesn’t allow female characters in his game period (not sure if that includes npcs) because he didn’t trust the guys in his game not to be weird about it. This solution is…problematic…but it was the best response he could think of to the gender problems he saw at his table. I’ve never personally seen this, but I’ve heard plenty of stories of women who had bad experiences or sometimes didn’t even want to try the game because they’ve heard about bad experiences and don’t want to have to deal with that kind of behavior in their downtime. Any games with strangers are especially notorious for this (roll20 groups, less friendly flgs, cons, etc).
 
 

This one I’ve seen more and personally experienced: Defensive guys who don’t think there’s a problem. It seems like any time anyone brings up the fact that D&D is mostly white men, the worse parts of the community come out swinging. It doesn’t matter if it’s a woman talking about how she was interruped, a guy suggesting more female or PoC npcs or (like in this thread) a complaint about creepy behavior, people will pop out of the woodwork to explain to you why this experience wasn’t valid. Which usually means “I don’t see it as a problem, because it doesn’t affect me.” And to some degree, I completely get it. For a lot of us, tabletop is a place where we can relax and be accepted for who we are, and when someone says it’s not, it can feel like an attack. It’s normal to want to defend that. The problem is, the people “attacking” it, are usually other gamers who love the hobby and want to help everyone feel that same sense of acceptance.
 
 

I’ve been playing for almost 7 years now, DMing for 4 or so, and am active here, so I’d say I’m pretty integrated in the community. As a woman, though, whenever gender pops up, I know it’s going to be bad. There are people who are great and are trying to help, but there’s also going to be quite a few loud jerks who want to be sure you know that everything is just fine and you’re an SJW for complaining. I’d guess the experience is similar sometimes for players with a different skin color or queer players. It’s enough, sometimes, to make me feel like I don’t belong in my hobby and might never truly belong.

— 

PennyPriddy comments on RPGs and creepiness

This is from a thread on Reddit about RPGs and creepiness. This woman is responding to another redditor who asked, “might i ask what the gender problem is? that not enough women play, or behavior from guys?”

There is more to her comment, and if you’re interested enough to have read this far, I encourage you to click through and read the rest of it, as well as some of the discussion that it inspired.

Gamers, especially my fellow men: we have a big problem in our hobby, and we need to talk about it. 

PSA!

don’t report ana/mia blogs. you aren’t helping ANYONE! in fact you’re making their current condition worse. just because their account gets shut down does not make them all the sudden not ana/mia. also no one develops an eating disorder from a pICTURE! being in this community i know that it’s kinda hard to find these blogs. you have to actually look for them. so why are you going out of your way looking for us just to hate us. someone would have to search to be here meaning they probably already have an eating disorder. without a lot of my ana buddies i probably would not be here. they help me stay safe. our convos are not at all saying we’re too fat or anything like that. it’s making sure you’re achieving your goals, alive. we always check up on one other making sure they aren’t putting themselves too far into danger. making sure they don’t fast for too long. making sure they don’t push themselves too hard. making sure they’re okay. we are loving and caring in a weird way. just leave our community and let us be us. we cant just stop this illness. we would if we could. so just let us help one other through this horrible illness.

the fact columbine is no longer one of the ten most deadliest shootings in US modern history is quite terrifying because columbine shocked everyone internationally, truly nobody believed it could ever get worse after columbine occurred but look where the world is heading in this day and age. there are shootings and other tragedies being reported multiple times a month, it’s becoming more common & people seem to be more desensitised to these events.

the world is a toxic place.

Hey can we just take a second and talk about society? And how fucked up it is that everybody is forced to conform?

It pisses me off that everyone has dress a certain way and look a certain way and be a certain weight and be held certain unattainable standard to be considered pretty. It pisses me off that people are no longer judged by their work ethic or their personality or how they treat other people or the grades that they get, they’re judged on how they look and how they present themselves. What does it matter if somebody wants to wear sweatpants and a sweatshirt everyday? Doesn’t it matter more that they’re getting their work done and that they’re getting good grades?

Apparently not. You’re supposed to give a fuck what other people think of how you dress and do your hair. That’s supposed to be just as important as how well you work and getting the work done.

This whole generation has depression and has anxiety because all the adults in our lives who are supposed to be teaching us and preparing us for the real world have become more worried about looks and appearances and conformance than getting to know students and figuring out why they act the way they do.

No one cares anymore it’s just a matter of looking good and acting like nothing’s wrong ever. Bad days aren’t ever allowed. Everyone has problems and someone always has it worse than you so no one’s problems are ever valid. You have to smile no matter what, no one’s allowed to cry, and worse your still expected to follow everyone else’s standards of pretty and proper and whatever the fuck else.

I’m sorry I don’t want to be told how to dress or that the fact that I like my baggy clothes- which are my boyfriend’s by the way, who I haven’t seen in months and haven’t talked to in weeks- is “inappropriate”. Wearing that makes me feel a little better and miss him a little less and that’s fucking valid. At least I’m covered. I don’t care what other people think about it. It’s high school. What matters is getting through it with enough to get you through college. The clothes you wear don’t matter.

I don’t appreciate being told to my face that I need to be medicated just because I wear sweatshirts a lot and that automatically means I can’t deal with my depression.

Anyway. I’m just irritated with our fucking society. I can’t even say mad because I honestly couldn’t give a single fuck less what anyone thinks.

So yeah I’m done now. (And need a goddamn nap people are fucking exhausting.)

-Mel (the Slytherin)

Captain Finstock is furious.

“Great job, you bunch of morons! Got yourself into a hostage situation, almost got half of the team killed, and now we have to babysit a pack of FBI agents because you are so damn incompetent! And no, Hale, you do not get to opt out of this bullshit because a fed stole your beanie! In fact, I’mma pair you up with him, what was his name, Bilinski? Yes, the doe-eyed one. How old is he anyway, do they hire kids right out of kindergarten now? God, I don’t have enough booze to cover this shit. Could be better off coaching teenagers in a high school probably. Now, get out of my office!”

What a way to start a Monday.

**

“I didn’t know a beanie and a hoodie are new FBI style,” Derek all but seethes.  

“Says a detective wearing his own initial on his belt.”

Derek follows Stilinski’s gaze to his crotch and blushes, “That’s not … that’s not for “Hale”, it’s for “Hermes”.

“Oh, an officer who knows couture? I’m impressed!“ And then the bastard winks.

Derek mentally punches a wall.

**

In theory, having a team of FBI agents helping you with a case can be a good thing, because, well, they have more resources, and a much larger database, and cooler toys. On practice though, it is a giant pain in the ass, mainly because Derek hates his new partner.

Well, no, Derek doesn’t hate him, it’s Derek’s balls that hate him. The brat (what kind of a name is Stiles Stilinski anyway?) is not just cute and smart and knows how to make killer lattes, he is also obnoxious and flirts with Derek all the time, and has an obscene mouth and fingers Derek can’t even look at, because those long dexterous fingers do things to Derek, and at this point Derek’s balls are not just blue, they are pitch black and about to fall off.

Derek might have ripped several bedsheets with his erection and may or may not have considered billing Stilinski for them.

He decides against it, and instead chooses to channel his frustration into anger and into being a dick.

That doesn’t help.

In fact, it just makes things worse. The more frustrated and angry Derek gets, the flirtier Stiles becomes. It’s ridiculous, like trying to put out a fire by throwing gasoline at it.

Finally, frustration boils over and Derek all but slams the younger man into a wall while no one’s looking. He gets into Stiles’s face, pointing an accusational finger at him like a gun, and tells him all he thinks about flowers, handcuff hearts, chocolates, winks, air kisses and all other crap Stilinski has been pulling on him since day one. He has enough, he doesn’t like it, he doesn’t want it, and …

Derek is surprised to see how hurt Stiles looks. He expects anything from a sucker punch to a fist to his face, but Stiles just whispers liar and leaves.

Derek would’ve preferred a sucker punch.

**

I’m such an idiot!

Derek cusses himself while camaro slithers through empty streets. What a shitty detective is he if he can’t recognize a genuine crush over a prank? Worse even, Stiles is right- he is a liar. He should be sucking Stiles off right now instead of going back to an empty loft.

His self-loathing is cut short by a truck ramming into his side.

**

Derek loses track of time after about a week. After all, it is hard to tell day from night when you are lying semi-conscious in a windowless basement.

Well, if it is how Derek goes out, so be it, he can’t cheat death forever. He wishes he could cheat it long enough to tell Stiles he likes him though. May be even loves him. But, with Hale luck ™ , he likely won’t even have a chance to say good bye.

He hears his captors chatting near the cell, clanking tools. Oh, another round of torture, how terrific.

And then something goes wrong, there are screams and shouting and gunfire and the cell door busts open and it’s actually Stiles, his Stiles, hair disheveled, with stubble and dark circles under his eyes, and he looks livid.  Derek tries to scream, to warn Stiles one of the terrorists is launching at him from behind but Stiles just grabs the man and breaks his neck without even looking because his eyes never leave Derek’s face.

Derek would probably coming all over himself now if not for the extensive blood loss.

**

Stiles drags him out through fire and dead bodies and drops him into an ambulance before Derek gets a chance to say thank you.

**

When Derek comes back, things are different. Stiles is still friendly and cooperative but now he is, for a lack of a better word, professional. No winks, no kissy faces, no more trying to sit on Derek’s lap – only business. Basically, this is everything Derek had asked for.

And Derek wants to scream.

When Captain Finstock calls him to his office and tells him, “I don’t know what the hell you did, Hale, but you better fix it soon, because your lovers spat is freaking me out”,  Derek realizes how royally he screwed up.

**

It takes a mind of a genius and a healthy dose of gay juju to properly apologize to Stiles, and Derek now owes a case of champagne to Dr. Martin and a new Prada wallet to Danny from cyber crime, but sleepy warm Stiles is cuddling him in his bed, so all of that was totally worth it.

Stiles nuzzles Derek’s neck and mumbles, “I can hear you thinking.”

Derek smiles, kisses him and goes back to sleep.

hush, hush (m.) | 01

bangtan + fuckboy au

genre: smut (!!!) | angst (!!!) | oral sex | hate fuck | closet sex

word count: 4.4k


Every school has its golden couple. You know, they’re the pair that will stay together all through college, eventually, get married, and live happily ever after in a large house with their equally as large amount of children. You’ve seen them in the courtyard - hands clasped together in a perfect fit - you’ve seen them in your classes - effortlessly answering questions while sliding each other knowing looks - and you’ve definitely seen them at all the parties - before they head upstairs to one of the bedrooms, of course.

You know them. Everybody knows them. How could you not know them? Their lives were perfect, their friends were perfect, and their looks were perfect. They are perfect, popular, admired, and most importantly, in love.

Or at least, they were.

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❄️ the bad end we deserved but with less angst than I wanted because I’m weak

Bruises On Another (part eight)

Originally posted by nwetss

Prompt: Steve doesn’t know where they come from, and he isn’t exactly sure why they’re there. All he knows is that his body is littered in bruises, and there’s something different about them. They aren’t just bruises, and they certainly didn’t come from a trip in a step or clumsiness. No, Steve knows there’s more behind the marks that litter his body.

THIS IS A SERIES: one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - finale

Pairing: Slow!Burn Steve x Reader

Warnings: marks, bruises, pain, physical abuse, force, sexual inclinations, etc. I mean no disrespect to anyone or to upset anyone, this story starts off rough but I can say that things will get better.

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.

Also, I tried to do some research on what really happens in parental abuse cases - I did my best but in no way did i get everything correct. So if somethings wrong please forgive me!

P.S. This a soulmate AU.

I will NO LONGER be adding anyone to the Tag’s List!


You could feel your entire body shaking and your vision hazy. Your palms were clammy and you clenched your fists tightly with distress. You practically squirmed in the uncomfortable chair you’d been sat in, and stared at the police office around with anxiety. Were you really doing this? Was this really the best thing for you? You were about to reveal the one thing you’d been told, beat, to keep a secret…

You couldn’t help but flinch every time the door opened, fearing it to be your father- but it never was. And instead you were left to sit in Hawkin’s police station anxiously, and debate over what you were really doing. Ever since this had begun, you’d kept it a secret- but everything seemed to be shifting and you didn’t know if it was for the better or for worse. Your father had a hold over you, a power that forced you to submit and the fact that you were breaking it, terrified you.

You glanced beside you at the figure of Steve, who was much more relaxed than you. You felt like you might pass out, and you’re sure your skin is a deathly pale shade. You thought maybe Steve was oblivious to your anxiety, but it wasn’t until you felt Steve set his hand upon your own did you seem to snap out of whatever stupor you’d been stuck on, and it was almost like the colour to the world around you returned as you gazed upon Steve’s dark brown eyes. His face fell with concern upon your jittery form, and he squeezed your hand; “Y/N?” It was almost like his voice was in the background, as if Steve wasn’t really sitting before you. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

You didn’t know why - you couldn’t explain - but his voice was like a echo in the background.

“I can’t-” You started, but couldn’t find the words. Shaking your head, you stared rapidly around, finding many different faces looking upon you- but they weren’t really. You only imagined it. But in that moment it felt as if the entire police station was staring in your direction and they all had the eyes of your father. He would kill you- he was going to kill you… “I can’t do this.” You cried, moving to stand up and once you had, you begun making your way over to the exit.

“What?” Steve questioned in a whisper, rushing after you. He caught your wrist in the nick of time and quickly spun you around so you were facing him, but your eyes didn’t meet his own and instead your eyes flew from every direction in panic. Everywhere you looked you found your father’s eyes and your stomach dropped a little bit more each time. “He’s going to kill me.” You whispered, finally meeting Steve’s eyes- and Steve quickly noticed the wild, terrified look upon your own. “Steve, he’s going to kill me.”

Steve acting quickly, grabbing ahold of your face and you froze in fear, thinking it was your father in your hazed mind. But the hands were soft and the grip was much gentler than that of your father’s and you found Steve’s eyes instead of your father’s. At that moment, you were reminded of where you were. Despite the people around you, Steve pressed his forehead against yours so that you could only focus on him and whispered; “i’m not going to let him hurt you.”

You panted, as if you’d ran a marathon, but yet, felt yourself listening to Steve’s words.

“I won’t ever let him hurt you again.” Steve whispered, cradling you. “The chief will help. Y/N, listen to me.” Tugging gently, Steve leaned back and lowered so that he could meet your gaze head on. “If it’s get;s bad in there, we’ll leave- together. I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to.”

There was a pause of silence before you nodded; “okay.”

Steve smiled; “okay?”

“Okay.”

There was a thud that echoed through the station and soon a new figure entered the room. You could only guess him as the chief, and you watched the man look around the space before his eyes zoned in on you and he sent a small, meaningless smile. “You Y/N?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, stepping away from Steve and nodding. The chief nodded himself and turned back around, “well i’m Hopper. Let’s go.” He pointed in the direction he’d come from and without another word started heading off, you glanced at Steve who nodded reassuringly and begun following Hopper, Steve right behind you. “Oh, he can’t come.” Hopper quickly cut in, referring to Steve.

Your eyes widened, and you looked at Steve in alarm, who in turn widened his eyes and glanced between you and the chief.

“Is he family?” Hopper asked and Steve shook his head; “then you can’t come.”

“No.” You spoke finally, your voice squeaking slightly. “No, he has to come.”

“Honey-”

“He comes.” You demanded, grabbing ahold of Steve’s hand and looking defiantly Hopper’s way. He paused in response, obviously not really expecting the harshness behind your response and he glanced at Steve who shrugged. Though there was a hint of a smile upon Steve’s lips as he felt pride well within him. Sighing, Hopper nodded; “okay Harrington, looks like you’re coming.” 

It felt like an eternity as Hopper led you to his office, and with every step the weight on your shoulders grew heavier.

You sat in one of the chairs in front of Hopper’s desk, watching him step around and sit himself. Silence echoed as Hopper took his time getting ready and with a unimpressed expression, you watched him take a bite out of his apple before leaning against the top of his desk. The fear that had riddled you slowly dispersed as you felt annoyed. This was meant to be the chief who would help you? He didn’t look like he gave a damn.

“Okay, Y/N, what seems to be the problem?” Hopper asked with a smile but it meant nothing and only further annoyed you.

You hesitated answering, unsure how to word it- because if you were being honest you didn’t know what the problem was… or more how to describe it. This was so much more than a simple problem and even you knew that. You couldn’t describe in words how you felt, and it seemed Steve noticed as he let his hand fall against yours in moral support.

But it seemed your hesitancy only further annoyed Hopper and sighing, he leaned against his chair. “Listen Y/N, if you’re not going to tell me-”

“My father physically and mentally abuses me.” You interrupted the chief, glancing up from your lap to meet his eye. Your annoyance with his disregard had become too much and what better way to say what was wrong that just saying it? You watched his eyes fall, and he almost looked questioningly at you and Steve before a serious expression fell over Hopper’s face.

“Y/N-”

“Two years, I think it’s been?” You questioned lightly, a bout of confidence growing from seemingly nowhere. “My father had me and him move to Hawkin’s so he could isolate himself, and the friends my family had made in my old town would stop asking him questions on why I had new bruises every day. I’m expected to come home by four thirty every day and make him dinner before five, if I don’t I am beat until I fall unconscious. I am not allowed to leave the house after school and whatever he does to me, I have to accept. I cannot question him or disobey him, or I will be beat.” You explained, your voice emotionless. You never knew how good it’d feel to say it- to say everything your father inflicted on you.

Hopper paused again, before pulling out a file and a pen and turned back to you. As air of seriousness fell over the room, and you finally felt like you had power over your next decisions - it felt nice. “Can you show me the bruises?” You nodded in response, meeting Steve’s gaze for a moment before standing up. You pulled off the jacket Steve had leant you, extending your arm so that Hopper could see the marks bruising them. Then you raised your shirt slightly, showing both the fresh and old marks that littered your stomach. They were purple, blue and black and some looked even a little infected.

You watched both Steve and Hopper’s faces grimace before you sat back down.

You let out a heavy breath, the weight suddenly lifted off your shoulders.

“What’s your father’s name, Y/N?”


After hours of sitting in that office with Hopper, you finally found yourself free and in Steve’s car. You couldn’t quite describe the feelings that you felt, and you weren’t exactly sure what would happen after this day. But there was a weight off your shoulders and felt almost as if you were free, like the prison you’d been trapped in for so long- the door had finally opened.

Your father couldn’t touch you- not now at least. Hopper had reassured you that over the course of the next seventy-two hours he wouldn’t be able to reach you and that you were under protective custody. There would be a court meeting two days from now and Hopper hoped that if all went well, any legal rights your father had over you would be terminated. And in a month, when you were eighteen you could find your own place and your father would never be able to touch you.

It felt like for once things were finally going right.

“Y/N?” Steve questioned softly and you turned to meet his eyes- there was a new air about you. One Steve couldn’t quite read, but one thing he knew was he preferred it and as long as everything went well, Steve hoped you’d finally be able to live your life. 

It would take a long time before you recovered, you’d been abused for two years or more and that kind of trauma doesn’t just disappear. Steve knew that. But finally getting the justice you deserved seemed to bring about a atmosphere about you, and Stan liked the smile that had reached your lips when Hopper said your father couldn’t hurt you anymore. And Steve knew, if you let him, he’d stay by your side as you got better.

“Thank you.” You smiled at Steve, the same genuine smile he’d seen earlier that day in the hallway. It never failed to blow him away, and he found himself mesmerized by the new glow in your eyes. Whenever Steve had seen you, it was almost like you had a cloud over yourself- one that couldn’t be removed and your eyes had been void of any life. But now, even something as small as finally admitting to what your father had put you through, seemed to brighten your eyes.

Your eyes were beautiful.

Steve nodded and in the moment, he reached his hand out to cup your cheek. He was happy for you, of course he was. And Steve was glad that he was the one able to help you out of the hole you’d dug yourself in- he was happy that he was the one to bring you back to life. It felt right, and though every moment Steve had spent with you had been anything but happy- being with you felt right. But there was still a question that plagued his mind; “what happened?”

The questioned confused you, and in response you tilted your head to the left. “You said two years ago, the abuse had started…” Steve clarified and your face fell with realization- oh… “Why?” You didn’t respond right away, instead you hesitated. You’d made a solemn vow that you’d never speak of that day, it was just too painful. And unconsciously your hand fell to your neck where that necklace had once resided and felt your stomach drop when you remembered that it was no longer there.  “You don’t have to-”

“No.” You interrupted Steve, smiling gently. “No i’ll tell you.” Taking a deep breath, you reached up to grab the hand Steve cradled your face with and brought it to your lap. You’d never wanted to speak of that day again, but you trusted Steve- and it almost felt as if he should know. “My mom, two years ago… she died in a car accident.”

Steve’s face fell and concern filled his gaze; “Y/N…”

You shook your head. “We were suppose to go see a movie together, one that i’d begged her to take me to and we never made it… My father blames me, because I was the one to convince us to go and because of that he hates me.” You paused, unsure how to say the next words- you’d always thought it but you’d never had to say it aloud. Saying it only made the guilt stronger. “And he’s right- mom would’ve never gone if it wasn’t for me. I-I killed her.”

Steve didn’t know what to say- there was nothing he could say. What you said was not true, even if Steve hadn’t been there that day it wasn’t your fault that someone had hit you guys. There’s was no way you ever could’ve known something like that would’ve happened. So instead of saying anything, Steve just leaned forward, using his other hand to now cup your face and brought his lips against your own. You froze at first, images of everything with Billy flashing through your mind but then you remembered this was Steve and Steve would never hurt you.

It was so sudden and it took you a moment, but you never regretted kissing him back that day.

So you kissed him, leaning awkwardly over your car seat to wrap your arms around his neck. His lips were warm and there was a feeling of safety that ran through you as you kissed Steve. You’d never felt such a gentle intimate act before. Any time a man had touched you, it’d always been to hurt you but Steve had never laid a rough hand on you. You weren’t sure what you were feeling and it seemed so quick but there was just this feeling that welled within you when you were around Steve and it’d been there since you first saw him that day in English class.

You pulled back, panting and met those same brown eyes that were so different from those of your fathers. You smiled and Steve mimicked your actions, using his thumb to rub down your cheek. You were inches apart and could practically feel his breath on your own, but you didn’t care- being this close to Steve felt right. 

“You didn’t kill anybody.” Steve whispered and though you didn’t respond, you trusted Steve’s words.

And as you stared into his eyes, and the feeling of his lips radiated on your own, you realized something.

You’d fallen in love with Steve Harrington.


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Title:  Feels Like Love

Word Count: 6521

Summary:  Draco returns to Hogwarts, determined not to want anything. But Potter changes that. Potter changes everything.

A/n:   Much love and thanks to @drarrysgirl & @justanotherdrarryblog for helping me work through some plot issues as I wrote.  any mistakes left are my own.

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Draco Malfoy had learned fairly recently not to get his hopes up, that he could no longer expect things to be a certain way just because he wanted them to be.  In many regards he’d spent his entire life not wanting for anything, which meant that when he had wanted something that he couldn’t have he didn’t usually take it very well.  

Like Potter.

Draco shakes his head, determined not to go there, at least not yet.  He slides the door to his compartment open slowly, before plopping down gracelessly onto the tattered seat.  There’s no one to see him after all so decorum be damned.  People had started avoiding him the second he’d stepped on to Platform 9 ¾.  His mother had warned him of course, had practically begged him not go, but he felt like he owed it if not to himself than to Snape or Dumbledore to prove he could be better.  

He knows most of this second chance is due to his mother, and to Potter of course.  He owes them both a great deal for speaking on his behalf before the Wizengamot.  Yet he knows that regardless of how he got it,  he is the only one who can make it count.  No one else will be able to help him make amends for the sins of his past.  He’s not even sure he can.  All he knows for sure is that he wants to try, and that has to count for something.

He rests his chin on his hand and stares out the window wondering what it will feel like to go back to the place he tried so hard to destroy.  He has failed so many times, first at doing the right thing and then he’d even gone and failed at doing the wrong thing.  He knows there will be no more chances after this one though.  He cannot fail.  

He feels a sense of bitterness when he thinks of it now, of how much he’d wanted to prove everyone wrong, and now of just how much he wishes to prove the onces he believed he could be redeemed right; to prove he deserves the second chance he’s somehow been given.

Sometimes it feels as if other people’s sacrifices weigh him down more than they lift him up.


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Fairy Boyfriend

I got to do a commission for the wonderful, the amazing, the talented @trash-chan-art. She wanted a small boy to go along with her Halfling Rovil that I fell in love with.

   People come from far and wide to sample your produce. You’ve come into money you never expected all because of the fruits and veggies you grow. People say they’ve never tasted tomatoes so good, peppers so sweet. You’re all too happy to sell them at a good price too. There’s only one thing that bothers you. You have no idea how.

   You’ve always tried gardening and have always come up with the same results. Dead plants, Withering vines. Mealy fruit. Worm and bug infested produce. Gardening has never ever worked for you. Until now. Somehow your plants are lush and green. Your garden is the envy of all your friends and neighbors. You’ve had dignitaries pay you bags of gold for all your peaches. You want to answer people’s questions about your secret. But you don’t even know the truth yourself.

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1.08 like a virgin // 3.01 welcome wagon // veronica mars movie

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N: If you google One Direction facts, there’s so many! But I picked my favourite ones. You sold over 17 million records worldwide, which is incredible. You performed to over 10 million people, that’s mad! And also you’re the first british group to have your first four albums debut at number one in the US Album Chart. That’s great! All of that and didn’t even win The X-Factor. Didn’t even win! What did you come? Second?

H: Third! We came third.

N: Third? Even worse!

anonymous asked:

can you help me find some fics where stiles meets derek in full wolf form and thinks he’s a dog? i’ve read a couple short ones and its always so cute bc stiles has no idea

The most popular one I know is What I Did On My Summer Vacation by grimm:

There’s something weird about Beacon Hills that Stiles can’t quite put his finger on. The way everyone in town knows his name the day he arrives. The way they insist the melancholic howling that echoes through the forest every night is just a dog. The way his dad denies getting a dog, even though Stiles comes home to find one sprawled across his bed, some big black thing whose eyes gleam red in the right light. The way that massive oak tree out in the woods vibrates under his touch, pulsing with sickly life.

There’s something weird going on in this town, and Stiles is determined to get to the bottom of it.

My personal favourite one is  Actual Puppy Derek Hale by tylerfucklin (Zimothy):

Derek didn’t know what was worse: the hunters, being trapped as a wolf, being hit by a car, or the fact that he had somehow become some kid’s pet dog for the unforeseeable future.

I know I have read a few one-shots or shorter fics with this trope too - it’s one of my favourites! - but I’m struggling to remember what they are. (Note to self: bookmark stuff, Emma. It will come in handy.) Lucky for you, there are other people on this site who do take note of what they read. There is this rec list by @bleep0bleep that you might want to check out! 

I’m also going to tag @dontgobrienmyheart @sterek and @littlerosetrove because they are all great with fic recs (Rose has a ton, all catalogued I am sure) and I know Billy has a personal love of wolf!Derek (which might, hopefully spill over into the mistaken for a dog!Derek category).

If anyone else has recs for this trope, please feel free to reblog - nonnie and me would be most grateful!