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Anyone ever think about why some TV shows (or movies, books, etc) inspire you to be active in the fandom, and others don’t? I don’t know about other people, but I typically have one TV show at time that I’m truly obsessed over, and want to discuss with others, and read/write fanfic for. My other TV shows I just watch. I enjoy them, but most of the time when an episode finishes, I don’t really think about it again till it airs the next week. 

Are there factors which make a show a fandom show for you?

Straight Outta Azusa (Biadore) - Duhlano


I changed my name from Red to Duhlano, so please remember! Enjoy this oneshot!

A/N - It’s Raining Men is stuck in my head and I really liked the movie ‘Straight Outta Compton’, so this is inspired by that great movie! P.S Tupac- Starin through my rearview is used in this fic!

T/W - Swearing, Use of drugs, Use of alcohol, Violence.

Davis - Naomi Smalls

Danny - Adore Delano

Christopher - Bob the Drag Queen

Jason - Violet Chachki

Shane - Courtney Act

Roy - Bianca Del Rio

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The Brain

Title: The Brain

Inspired by M. Night Shyamalan’s movie Split featuring James McAvoy 

Not Supernatural related

Mentions of rape, homicide, and suicide. This is NOT graphic though. 

“When did your son tell you about all this?”

“Alex came home after playing at the park, went into his room and slammed the door. It was a few days before he finally started to break his silence and start breaking down. That’s, that’s when I found out.”

“Father Mark, no offence, I really don’t want to talk to you.”

“Alex, this isn’t something to keep bottled up inside. You need to let other people in so we can help you. You need to let God in, Alex.”

“Where the fuck was God then when it happened?”

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The Accidental Husband - Masterpost

Fireman!Dean x Reader

Summary: (AU inspired by the namesake movie) Dean gets dumped and, apparently, it’s all your fault. That’s why he and Charlie decide that a little payback is not gonna hurt and if it does… well, then it’s just karma.

Part 1. Breakups and Marriages. 

Part 2. Apple pies and Lying Notaries 

Part 3. Coming soon 

All Men (and women) Are Created Equal (7)

Summary: Elizabeth Schuyler was not about to let her sickly father fight in the Revolution. So, she did it for him.

Inspiration: @jamiiton for getting me into this fandom officially, and the movie “Mulan” for giving me the basis of the plot.

Word Count: 1048

Tags: @fictionmeister @1giantwoman

A/N: I’m super sorry about the long wait, I just had no motivation to write after a draining week of writing classes (we had to write 3 Epics. It was hell). 

  “But, sir, with all due respect, didn’t you already agree that we deserved a few days away from camp?”

   “Yeah, you promised!”

   “Well, I retract that promise. There is nothing else to discuss.”

    That was the basis of the conversation that had taken place a few hours ago between Alexander, Laurens, and Washington. Now, the two soldiers sat against some wooden crates, stuck in a small tent with Eliza. Washington had basically ordered them to stay there with her, not giving them any specific details. Eliza, however, knew exactly why they were stuck watching her. Apparently, Washington was afraid to leave her to herself, which was fair considering how much of a pain in his side she had become because of her foolishness. Can’t leave the mentally ill alone, they might fuck everything up.

  The two men had tried to pry some information out of her a few times, asking questions such as “How’d you get cut?” or “Why is Washington being such a dick?” She couldn’t come up with a plausible lie, so she would just mutter about the information being classified (that’s what Washington did when he didn’t want to talk about something) and changed the subject. She knew that wasn’t enough to get them to stop, but she hoped it would keep them quiet for a short while.

   The boy’s insistent questions weren’t the only thing she was having to deal with. Her period was not being kind to her. It felt like Satan himself was squeezing her insides, making her cramp up painfully. She had been biting her lip to keep her whimpers of agony at bay, leaving it bloody and raw. John must have noticed this, because he was suddenly looking at her with concern.  

  “Jeremiah, are you okay man? If you don’t stop, you’re going to bit right through your lip.” This got Alexander’s attention, who, before now, had been fully absorbed in whatever John had been talking about a few moments before. Eliza had noticed, over the month or so that she had known the guys, that whenever John was talking, doing something, whatever, he would have Alexander’s full undivided attention. Eliza found it kind of cute.

   Alexander also graced Eliza with a concerned look. “Woah, man. You’re going to tear your lip to bloody pieces like that.” Eliza removed her teeth from her lip, but instantly pressed her mouth into a tight line as another cramp made her stomach tighten in painful knots. It must have shown on her face, because Alexander was now fully standing up and at attention. “Do you need me to go get you anything? Is your leg bothering you? Should I go get some fresh wrappings?” He aimed this last question at John, who nodded his head in reply. Alexander was out of the tent and off to find some new bandages in seconds.

  John was at her side, gently unwrapping her leg and prodding at the wound. “Thank God it’s not infected,” she heard John mumble under his breath. She hummed in agreement, not trusting herself to speak right then. Wave after wave of pain attacked her insides. The pain was making her tense so badly that she couldn’t move. It had her frozen in her seat.

  After he was done examining her wound, John looked up to her face. He must of saw the discomfort there, because he was rubbing her leg gently, going in soothing circular motions. “I had no idea your leg was bothering you that badly. You should have said something, Jeremiah.” Though she appreciated that John cared about her well-being, it wasn’t her leg that was the issue. It was just an annoying throb compared to the Hell in her stomach.

   “Hey, uh, John? Can you…rub my stomach?” For a moment, John just looked at her with confusion. However, he did hesitantly comply with her wishes, moving his hand to rub soothing circles on her belly. “Thanks,” Eliza mumbled quietly, glad that her insides seemed to be slowly unwinding themselves. When Alexander came back, he brought with him new bandages and a confused, though amused, expression.

  “What’s going on here? John, why are you rubbing Jeremiah’s stomach…?” Alexander sat down beside John and tapped her leg to show that he needed Eliza to lift it up so he could apply the wrappings. She complied, the mere act of moving one of her limbs not hurting her as much as it had previously. “Not trying to judge, but, walking into a man sensually rubbing another man’s stomach is a bit odd.”

  John’s eyes widen, and he quickly removed his hand from Eliza’s stomach, much to her disappointment. “’sensually’? You wound me with your assumptions, Alex! I would never…! Not with another man…! How dare you…!” The blush that made itself present on John’s face was extremely amusing. His inability to complete a single thought out loud seemed endlessly hilarious to Alexander, who was out-right cackling now. Eliza, too, was laughing at the flustered man, tears coming to her eyes. She quickly wiped them away, not wanting them to run down her face and mess up her makeup. That was the last thing she needed right now.

   Once all of them had settled down, Eliza and Alexander from their laughing fit, and John from his embarrassment, Eliza opened her mouth to speak. “I feel a lot better now. Thank you, you two. And John, I really appreciate the belly rub.” For reasons unknown to her, Eliza finished her statement with a wink directed at the man. His face was, once again, overcome with a bright red blush. His lips moved soundlessly, trying to formulate a response, but came out with nothing. Alexander stood up from his seat, clapping John on the back.

  “That’s a really good look on you, John. I’ll be sure to keep this information filed away for future reference for when I want to see that adorable face of yours again.” With that said, Alexander was once again walking out of the tent, head thrown back in laughter as John covered his face with his hands, his blush going down to his neck now. Maybe her period wouldn’t be too difficult to handle after all. Especially if she had the boys to keep her company through it all.


I decided to become an artist when I was about your age. I liked to draw so much, I almost hated to go to bed. And then one day, all of a sudden, I couldn’t draw anything. Everything I drew, I didn’t like. I realized that my art up to then was a copy of someone else, things I had seen somewhere. I decided I had to discover my own style. It’s still difficult. But then, the results… They seem to be a little better than before. It’s nice to be a witch, isn’t it? I like the idea - to be a witch, to be an artist, to be a baker… It’s an energy bestowed by the gods or someone, right? Though thanks to it, we do have to suffer at times.

I’ve always tried to see the bad inside myself and the good inside others. I’ve remained silent until I’ve been asked to speak, because it’s better than being asked to become silent. I used to ruin the present by worrying about the future and then weeped by recalling the past. I believe that every saint has a past and every sinner has a future. Life’s saddest lesson is that the closest people in our life aren’t always the ones who love us the most. I’ve never looked at money as a companion, because it only benefits me when it leaves me. I believe that a liars biggest punishment in this world is that even his truth is rejected. There’s two faces I won’t forget in this life, the one who helped me in time of need and the one who left me in difficult times. I’ve always tried to do what is right instead of what is easy. Always tried to match my words with my actions, because I want to be defined by my actions, not my words. I didn’t know how strong I was, until being strong was my only choice. One thing I’ve learned about people is that if they do it once, they’ll do it again. I`ve always been thankful for the bad things in life, because they’ve opened my eyes to see the good things. As long as I’m standing, I’ll try to give a hand to those who have fallen. I never have and I never will trade respect for attention. The best lessons I’ve learned in life came from the worst feelings I felt in life. I want the rainbow, so I`m dealing with the rain. When I’ve got all that I need, I’ve planned to build a longer table, not a higher fence. I used to be afraid of feeling happy, because it never lasted. I’ve learned that if I fight for my dreams, my dreams will fight for me. My highest ambition is to get to the top and laugh at the things that thought they could bury me. I’ve started to choose my companions wisely, because I’m choosing the front row of my funeral. As I was born crying with people around me laughing, I want to die happy with people crying around me.
Disrespect incites disrespect. Violence incites violence. When the powerful use their position to bully others, we all lose.

Meryl Streep, Cecil B. DeMille Award Speech at the 74th Golden Globes

Meryl Streep: forever classy, forever brilliant, forever effortlessly charming and witty. 

We should all aim to possess a fraction of the poise, class, kindness, and humility that she contains in her pinkie finger.

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