is there even any doubt

anonymous asked:

Just wondering . . . what, if anything, do you thing they will reveal about Loki's time with Thanos in Ragnorok? Do you think we will get any flashback scenes of Loki being tortured? I thought I read somewhere that Cate Blanchet said in an interview that we will find out why Loki is so screwed up in Ragnorok.

wait wait wait wait what? I had not heard this??? can someone link me to this interview if that is true because omg are they actually going to follow up on a Loki emotional plot thread?? 

I mean I’ll believe it when I see it but STILL.

cause my answer is basically “I doubt anything” because that has, historically, been the way it goes. the lack of follow up on things like the Jotun reveal inclines me to think that Marvel isn’t going to go back to that whole thing - and I doubt we’ll get any actual flashback scenes even if they do do that. but I mean, if that was a thing Cate Blanchett said…I might be a little more hopeful that we’ll actually get some information on that. 

and I’d be delighted, I really would. 

I’m just, you know, dubious. my faith in Marvel to do justice to the characters I love best, especially in terms of emotional arcs, is…very low. 

lmao remember that terrible biphobic discourse a few years ago and how i didn’t want to call myself bi because ‘what if i’m just a straight girl invading wlw spaces’ (this was before i worked out my gender) and this atrocious bigotry calling itself ‘discourse’ made me, a questioning minor, even further doubt my feelings towards women, as if heteronormativity needed any help

lmao remember the nonbinary/truscum discourse a couple years ago and how i didn’t want to call myself nb because ‘what if i’m just a cis girl invading trans/nb spaces’ because this bullshit calling itself ‘discourse’ made me doubt my dysphoria and my relationship with my gender identity even more, as if cisnormativity needed any help

y’all need to realize that you are hurting people with this shit. whenever you fuckers come in trying to simplify the lgbtq+/queer/mogai communities and identities into something palpable for Straights you push vulnerable and questioning people - vulnerable and questioning minors - away from identities and labels that could help them. you’re all fucking disgusting. and i’m sick of seeing this shit repackaged and pushed on questioning people again and again and again. i’m sick of seeing questioning and lgbtq+ people blamed for cisheteronormative bullshit. i’m sick of your gross recycled TERF rhetoric.

Adult World (Jungkook smut)

Originally posted by nochuie

Description: You reveal to your friends that no one except yourself has ever made you cum. Jin in particular finds this interesting and dares you and Jungkook to go to the sex shop down the street and purchase a sex toy, for your own benefit of course.

Pairings: You x Jungkook, You x Taehyung, Jungkook x Taehyung (you know how truth and dare goes)

Basically: Taehyung is a cocky lil shit who features quite a lot. Jin is a mean lil shit and Jungkook is a very helpful lil shit ;)

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff (so much smut, like damn this was hot to write)

This fic includes: A brief boy on boy scene, swearing, alcohol, sex toys, explicit smut

Word count: 6k

“You’ve got to be kidding!” Jin practically howls with laughter, doubling over himself and nearly falling off the couch with laughter. You’re about to tell him off but Jungkook beats you to it.

“Shut up. It’s not that big of a deal.”

Jin sits up straight, looking down at Jungkook, who sits next to you on the floor, opposite Jin. He wipes the tears from his eyes, his laughter finally dying down. “Hey, don’t you think you should talk to me with a bit more respect?” He prods teasingly, but Jungkook doesn’t seem in the mood, his previous lighthearted spirit vanishing upon Jin’s insensitive comment.

Jungkook’s tone is excitingly stern, but not rude, “Yeah, I’ll show more respect when you show more respect to Y/N.”

You laugh, “Don’t worry about me, Jungkook. I don’t think I can take Jin very seriously, not when I highly doubt he’d even know how to make me or any other girl cum.”

The circle of friends in Taehyung and Jungkook’s apartment erupt into comical ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’.

“You got damn burned!” Jimin says, leaning over the bottles in the center of your various seated positions to high five you.

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v-man339  asked:

Hate to be that guy but I need it for a discussion I'm in; can I get some proof that Microsoft, and not Platinum, is at fault for Scalebound being canned? If not proof, basic deductive reasoning?

There’s no proof, but here’s the deductive reasoning:

Point One: Platinum makes games very, very quickly.

No Platinum title has ever had a development cycle of more than 30 months at the absolute most. Most have development times of far less. NiER was announced in 2015 and is about to come out. That’s a dev time of like, two years at most, counting work that was likely done before we ever saw it. Transformers Devastation was a year. Bayonetta 2 was around 2 years. MGR was like ONE year.

Platinum taking four years to make a game is wildly out of character for them, and no publisher has EVER had this issue before with Platinum, even when they were working on upwards of SIX TITLES at once.

But Microsoft?

The game shows up.

Kamiya tweets ‘what the fuck are these microsoft fucks shitting with me?’

Game vanished for two solid years

Comes back as a massive multiplayer game with 4 player co-op.

Impossible not to put the pieces together here. Microsoft kept changing what they wanted and eventually pulled their same bullshit they always do.

Point Two: Microsoft does this shit all the time

Microsoft doesn’t like to cancel games outright. This requires them to pay a fee for breach of contract. Instead, they do something that is depressingly common in the industry: they shift goalposts and change roadmarkers, then cancel a game when their unreasonable demands cannot be met.

Platinum is the third studio this happened to (that we know about.)

The first was Obsidian who got dicked over so bad they had to go to Kickstarter to save themselves.

The second was Phantom Dust’s Developer

And while we don’t have a clear story on it, I wouldn’t be surprised if this is what fucked over Lionhead and Fable Legends, as well.

Point Three: This is happening to every fucking Microsoft Game

Every single game Microsoft has funded themselves lately has either been canceled, vanished, or come out rushed and broken.

Crackdown is MIA and is reportedly having troubles, been totally missing for three years.

Cuphead keeps being delayed and went from a boss rush game to a game with platforming levels (feature creep?)

ReCore was rushed out the door and sucks.

Fable Legends was canceled.

Scalebound was canceled.

Sunset Overdrive was rushed out the door and sucks.

Project Spark came out, sucked, and then had it’s plug pulled.

Do we know 100% that Scalebound wasn’t on Platinum? No.

But considering Platinum has a history of making good games on a short time frame and Microsoft has a history of fucking developers they contract with up the ass, I don’t see ANY reason to give Microsoft even the slightest benefit of doubt.

Silent (Soulmate!Thomas Jefferson - Part One)

Originally posted by youforfeitallrights

A/n: My friend is on an internship in New York, and she has tickets to see Hamilton… which got me thinking… I was bored and procrastinating… and I hadn’t written a soulmate AU in years… I need to reclaim my title as soulmate queen. (Also, apologies, I don’t know the tags for this fandom, sooo… This is a thing right?) 

Soulmate AU where the first words your soulmate says to you appear on your arm. Written in third person. Starts in James Madison’s POV then shifts to Thomas Jefferson. No warnings other than Thomas has a bad attitude. 

Part Two     Masterlist

There are three facts about Thomas Jefferson of which James Madison was absolutely certain: 1) Thomas Jefferson does not have a soulmate. 2) Thomas Jefferson doesn’t want one. 3) It’s probably for the best that he doesn’t.

James had known Thomas for many years now, and he doubted any living person knew the man better. Even so, it didn’t take an expert to know Thomas’s view on the subject. Any person with eyes could look down at Thomas’s arm and see it lay bare of words. Any person who’d had a conversation with him on the subject could see he didn’t want to find any words there, and every person who’d ever encountered Thomas, even in passing, had likely come to the same conclusion as James. It was for the best. The universe was saving whatever poor woman would have been latched to him from a life playing second fiddle to Thomas’s ambition and hubris.  

Looking across the banquet hall, James could see Alexander Hamilton, who had been deep in conversation with Thomas for much of the afternoon, coming to those same conclusions. Hamilton had been among the first batch of people to approach Thomas when he arrived, and James barely salvaged a moment to warn Thomas of the situation before he dove into a lengthy discussion with the young immigrant.

James couldn’t decide whether he was amused or terrified. The pair seemed to be amicable enough at the moment, but that could change in a flash. Hamilton and Jefferson were both as stubborn as each other, and they were both fully equipped with sufficient verbal ammunition to break out into an all-out war right in the hall. James had a sneaking suspicion the only reason the two had yet to shed any blood was due to the close proximity of President Washington, the host of tonight’s affair.

“Someone should really go and separate those two before they realize how terribly opposed their views are. I’d hate to get any blood stains on the new rug.” James glanced up to see it was Martha Washington who spoke.  

Smiling James offered a hand out to greet the woman, “I do believe that will happen regardless of our intervention, ma’am.”

Martha gave a simple nod in the direction of his hand, and James’s hand dropped, realizing both of hers were occupied. In her left Martha held a nearly empty glass of wine, and in her right she held a hand, not her husband’s either.

James studied the younger woman attached to Martha’s side with interest. She had a death grip of Mrs. Washington’s hand and looked to be cowering behind the older woman. To her credit, Martha also appeared to be shielding the girl, who looked about ready to sink into the floor. The forlorn expression on her face and the tightness on Martha’s told James that neither of them particularly wanted the young woman to be there. Whether that was because Martha did not care for her to be at the banquet or whether Martha cared to protect her from it, James could not be sure.

“Mrs. Washington, I do not believe I’ve had the honor to meet your acquaintance,” James addressed the unknown woman with a slight bow of his head, “James Madison.”

“Oh, of course,” Martha flashed a forgetful smile James would have believed had he not seen it before. “Mr. Madison, this is my dear younger sister, (Y/n) Elizabeth Aylett.”

“Pleasure to meet you ma’am,” James bowed his head.

The woman, whom he now knew to be (Y/n) Elizabeth), gave a one-handed curtsey in response and a rather hesitant smile. Her grip on Martha’s hand loosened slightly, but she made little move to approach him any closer or step out from behind Martha’s guarded stance.

“Has your sister been introduced to Mr. Jefferson or Mr. Hamilton? Perhaps we could make their acquaintance on that pretense,” James suggested, waving a hand to where his oldest friend stood, still in deep, uninterrupted discussion with the new Secretary of Treasury.

“James!” A familiar voice boomed as a hand came down firmly to clap James on the shoulder. “I am so glad you could come.”

James turned to face George Washington and extended a hand, “Mr. President, did you really think I would miss a welcome banquet for my oldest friend?”

George accepted James’s hand and shook it firmly. “Your oldest friend who has spent the majority of the night politely refuting every word that has left the mouth of Secretary Hamilton.” George gave James a pointed smirk. “I dare say those two are cut from the same cloth.”

“I don’t know if I would go that far, sir.” James nodded his head in the direction of the pair, who seemed to have been quietly escalating their disagreement. “Even if they were, I doubt either would admit it. However, I do think they are both stubborn enough to continue this fight until someone forces them to cease blows.”

“Oh let them stew for a moment more,” George waved off James’s concern with a light chuckle. “They both work best when they’re angry. Perhaps if we leave them to it long enough they’ll build the whole country while trying to outdo each other.”

James did not share George’s confidence in the pair of men. He didn’t know who he was more concerned for. He’d seen Hamilton work. The young man had an unmatched determination, and put to work it could do some serious damage. However, Thomas Jefferson was not a man to cross, probably a fourth fact to add to his list if he ever felt like expanding it. There had been more than one occasion over the course of their friendship that he found himself thanking the heavens Thomas was on his side not against him. Nevertheless, James allowed George to table his concerns and the conversation to steer away.

“You know James,” George glanced down at the younger man’s sleeve covered arm with a knowing smirk. “Mr. Burr is here tonight.”

James’s hand instinctively went to his arm. Under the sleeve, the first words from his soulmate, Mr. Burr speaks very highly of you, Mr. Madison. “I’m afraid I have already met all of the women you have invited tonight, not including Mrs. Aylett.” He gestured to Martha’s sister. “Though I appreciate your concern.”

“Well no danger of that tonight, Mr. Madison.” Martha piped up, still holding firmly to her sister. “Perhaps the next banquet,” with a kind smile she added, “We’ll see to it Mr. Burr is invited to all of them.”

“How kind of you, Mrs. Washington,” James nodded politely.

James waited silently as George turned to address Martha about the time dinner would begin. His eyes wondered over to (Y/n), who also seemed very uninterested in the conversation. Her eyes had wandered away, and her guard had dropped slightly as she looked around the room. James followed her gaze to Jefferson and Hamilton who had since been joined by Aaron Burr, the same Aaron Burr who would one day introduce James to his soulmate.

‘No danger of that tonight,’ James reminded himself of Martha’s words, harsh but true. It occurred to him at first that she may have spoken prematurely. He knew everyone else in the room, but her sister had yet to speak a word to him. It didn’t seem likely, given that (Y/n) probably did not know Aaron Burr and had no reaction herself to his first words to her. Even so, Martha had said it with an odd sense of finality. If James could not see the looping cursive peeking out from under (Y/n)’s sleeves, he’d have assumed Martha was so assured in her statement because her sister had no soulmate. He supposed, now, it must have been because she knew the words on her sister’s arm, or that her sister had already found her soulmate. Though if that was the case, why was he not here?

A million possibilities were running through James’s mind. There wasn’t anything else particularly interesting to do that night.

“Gentlemen, gentlemen, didn’t anyone tell you the war was over?” The voice of Aaron Burr echoed across the hall. Clearly James had been too soon assuming the night would be uninteresting.

George caught James’s eye. “Let’s go end the squabbling; shall we?” George offered an arm to his wife, and (Y/n) reluctantly dropped her death grip on Martha so her sister could accept.

The married couple led the way, and James followed after them beside a meek-looking (Y/n) who still refused to speak. The poor, quiet girl was walking into a lion’s den with Burr, Jefferson, and Hamilton. If she was hesitant around him, he could only imagine how badly she’d be spooked by the other three men. James made a concerted effort to circle around to her other side and place himself between her and the other three. He’d thought he’d been subtle with the gesture, but the sheepish smile (Y/n) sent his way told him otherwise. His only reply was to nod in confirmation.

“Mr. President,” Aaron Burr gave a bow of his head to the approaching group, effectively halting all conversation between Hamilton and Jefferson. “How are you this evening?”

“Quite well, Mr. Burr. How are you? Enjoying the festivities, I see,” The president looked between his two secretaries admonishingly.

Hamilton, at least, had the respect to look scorned, “My apologies, Mr. President. Secretary Jefferson and I were simply discussing…”

“Enough of that,” George waved away Hamilton’s concerns. “This is meant to be a celebration. Mr. Jefferson has only just returned to us from France. Let’s leave our work to the office, shall we?”

“Of course, Mr. President.” Thomas Jefferson gave a respectful bow of his head. “Thank you for hosting this dinner tonight. I appreciate your hospitality.”

“And we appreciate your assistance. I look forward to working with you, but for now let’s enjoy our evening.” George addressed the pair of them.

Hamilton bowed his head and turned his attention from the group. “If you all will excuse me, my soulmate is speaking with Mrs. Adams and appears to want my attention.” He went off with one last nod to the President.

“You haven’t even made it into work yet, and the two of you are already finding things to bicker over,” George’s tone was teasing, but there was a certain sense of warning to it that none of the group missed.

“I wouldn’t go so far as to call it bickering, merely a difference of opinions unrelated to work. I’m sure we’ll be able to put it aside in future work.” Thomas politely refuted the President’s concern.

“Unrelated?” James cut in. He knew both men well enough. They had plenty of points of contention related to politics. He couldn’t imagine they would have had enough time to make it through all of them and find something else to argue about.

“Soulmates, of course,” Thomas waved his hand in the direction Alexander had retreated. “He brought up the topic and seemed rather disgruntled by my stance on the subject.” Thomas was being very careful not to launch into his opinion again. He doubted this group, Martha and the woman he didn’t know in particular, would appreciate it.

“Ah yes,” George mused. “Alexander mustn’t be familiar with your perennial bachelorhood.”

“I was married once, you know,” Thomas pointed out to George with a teasing tone that in no way seemed to disagree with George’s statement.

“It happens sometimes,” Martha seemed to miss the tone in Thomas’s voice and took him more literally. “You know, people getting married outside of soulmates.” Her eyes trailed to the other woman in the group, standing between George and James and trying desperately to avoid eye contact with everyone in the room.

Thomas’s eyes trailed over the girl. “Who might your friend be, Mrs. Washington?” The question was addressed to Martha, but his eyes were firmly on the woman, expecting the answer to come from her.

She made no move to answer or even acknowledge Thomas’s presence, and Martha piped up immediately in response. “Mr. Jefferson, this is my sister, (Y/n) Elizabeth Aylett.”

“Can she not answer for herself?” Thomas fought the urge to roll his eyes when he looked back to Martha.

“As a matter of fact -” Martha sputtered out, agitation bubbling up in her expression.

“Mr. Jefferson,” George warned coolly, all pretense dropping from his voice.

Thomas wanted to scoff. He couldn’t get a word out today without being berated, first by Hamilton, then Burr, now the Washingtons. This banquet was supposed to be in honor of his return, and all he wanted to do was leave. Any other day he would have been the epitome of cordial, but that Hamilton had wound him tight. He wanted none of this.

Turning to (Y/n), he practically growled out his first words to her, “What? Are you mute or something?”

Everyone froze for just a moment. Aaron Burr was looking at him aghast. James’s expression was simply exasperated. George Washington had the stern expression of a no-nonsense general, and Martha looked a mixture of angry and shocked at his side. The woman, (Y/n), simply looked resigned. She was meeting Thomas’s gaze now, but the look in her eyes was not that of a woman scorned. It looked more like a woman broken.

The look in her eye was all Thomas needed to realize he’d made a mistake.

(Y/n) turned to her sister and made a quick gesture, wiping her fingers twice over the palm of her outstretched hand, before she turned for the door.

“Wait, I-,” Thomas reached out to the woman, ready to apologize. Instead, his hand was snatched away.

When he looked back, he was expecting a disappointed James or maybe a wary Aaron Burr. He was certainly not expecting to have to look down into the eyes of an absolutely livid Martha Washington. “You… You…” She was trying desperately to form sentences, but her anger was suppressing her speech.

“I’m sorry, deeply sorry.” Thomas looked away ashamed. “It has been a rough evening. I didn’t intend to take it out on your sister.”

“Why are you apologizing to me?” Martha’s voice was growing louder with her building rage. “You should be apologizing to (Y/n)! Not just for this, for decades of hating herself! Do you realize how much damage you’ve done to her?”

Now Thomas was confused, very confused. “I beg your pardon, ma’am?”

“Every day she wakes up to those words burned into her arm! Ashamed of who she is and knowing you’re ashamed of it too!” Martha’s ranting had attracted attention from a good portion of the banquet hall now. George reached out to his wife, trying to rein her in.

Thomas tried placating the irate woman. “I don’t understand what you mean, Mrs. Washington. Perhaps, I should just go find (Y/n) and…”

George took the matter on himself and pulled his wife from Thomas, stepping up close to the man so none of the now eavesdropping guests could hear his voice carry. “Your words are on (Y/n)’s arm. You must be her soulmate.”

“I don’t have a soulmate.” Thomas replied almost mechanically, turning his arm slightly so George could see the blank expanse of skin.

“Well yes,” George conceded. “If (Y/n) is your soulmate you wouldn’t have words on your arm. She’ll never speak to you… She is mute.”

I want a girl who is confident. I want her to know what she wants, and always goes out to get it. I want her to be blunt. Call me out on my shit. Tell me how you feel. Don’t shy away from your emotions. I want a girl who’s realistic and logical. I want her to know that relationships aren’t always perfect, but that’s okay. We’d create our own kind of perfect. I want a girl who’s humble. Who blushes and rolls her eyes whenever I tell her how damn beautiful she is. I want a girl who sees a future, and sees a future with me. Who doesn’t have any doubts. I want someone so sure, I won’t even have doubts. I want a girl who’s genuine and silly and weird. Someone who isn’t ashamed to dance in the middle of the grocery store just because her jam came on. I want love so deep and passionate, so real and healing. I won’t settle for less.

Soma Understands Sebastian’s Nature?

Soma has always been afraid of Sebastian, and he’s one of the few characters to have this reaction. Most seem him as charming and the epitome of the perfect butler, but Soma is one of the exceptions. He makes this clear in chapter 126.

What’s interesting is that it seems like Soma seems to have a better grasp on Sebastian’s nature than most people.

Could Soma simply be better at reading people and seeing their true nature? After all, he rescued Agni, whom most people thought was dangerous and bad.

Perhaps Soma’s awareness here is because of Agni. Soma says Sebastian should take lessons from Agni, so perhaps because Soma truly has a wonderful, caring butler, he can see that Sebastian is different. He can see that Sebastian is cold where almost everyone else finds him charming.

There’s also a certain irony in Soma saying that with Sebastian by Ciel’s side, Ciel will be lucky to be saved at all. He knows that Sebastian is dangerous to Ciel, even though it’s doubtful he has any idea to what extent.


  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she really means: the baudelaire children never got to eradicate justice strauss' belief that they were spoiled and ungrateful after count olaf returned the remains of the lamb to her, claiming the children hated it though they never even got to have any. there's no doubt that she cares for them deeply, especially since she planned to adopt them and take them away from count olaf's care, but there's still the point that they didn't appreciate her cooking, or rather her belief of so. the children see her as a role model and even a parental figure, they'd never do something like that to hurt her feelings or make her think that they were merely spoiled rich children who were picky and had particular expectations. what is this gross injustice that the baudelaire children face and why does count olaf, a gnarled old potato sack, have a surprisingly good singing voice.

this is a favorite sherlolly moment for me, because of the contrast with John. 

the key to John is that John never doubts Sherlock. Sherlock asks him in TRF if he is 100%, if he has any doubts at all, but even when Sherlock is on the roof, John never questions for a second that Sherlock is the genius he always claimed he was.

but Molly… Molly doesn’t care. Molly will take care of him, will protect him, even if he *is* a fraud. no questions asked.  I think for John, it is at least important that Sherlock be one of the Good Guys. He couldn’t tolerate it if his hero, his idol had actually kidnapped and poisoned children. but Molly… her loyalty extends even beyond morality.

and that’s why she’s the one who matters.

it’s also why I hate to see this ship dismissed as cute fangirl fluff, as nothing more than the “heterosexual option”. 

there is something dark and tragic and a little twisted going on between these two. and I like it.

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Captain's Vigilante (3/?)

Word Count: 5700ish

Warnings: So much words. A little angst if you squint. Probably some wrong grammar and spelling mistakes. The tags are added and the future chaps will get the added tags. Thank you for reading.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You are a genius vigilante, misunderstood, feared and on top of the Avengers watch list. They see you as a major threat and has to be stopped. They’ve no idea you only have the best of intention but just has no idea how to express it a better way. And you like the reputation they gave you. It’s what you’re used to so you play with it. After yet another visit to the Avengers tower and being caught and then being shot. Things take a turn for you both when Steve seemed to break those walls and get to know the real you.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8


Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

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anonymous asked:

i just,,,, can't stop thinking about how much time dnp spend together and how they are so comfortable around each other and how they look at each other and how even if they aren't dating it's doubtful that any partner could be as close to them as they are with each other because their (platonic/romantic) relationship had been built up over years of admiration and genuine care about each other and i'm crying

“Little Did I Know”


After a long *long* hiatus, I have finally recollected my inspiration and I am back in time to celebrate our favorite *Academy Award Winning* movie with my man Mr. Scamander!

AU: Hogwarts (bcuz I’m trash for a school AU)

Word Count: 1333 (sorry kiddos I had a lot to write)

Warnings: So sweet you might get diabetes (also contains a timeline jump)

Without fuuuuurther ado!

Originally posted by claracivry

You stuffed your potions paperwork back into your briefcase, brushing your bangs out of your eyes and recollecting your thoughts. There was no clock in the Hufflepuff common room, but you didn’t need one to know it was late. Much later than a third year like yourself should be staying up. Yet here you were. And you know what could make you feel a hell of a lot better now? That fluffy brown hair. Those freckles and that wide goofy grin. You could listen to that boy all day. You could…

No, you willed your thoughts to halt, and clapped your hands down on the desk.

“No…” you swiftly pulled out the next set of paperwork, banishing any thoughts that weren’t related to polyjuice potions and proper cauldron cleaning.

You would often get on Newt for forgetting to clean his cauldron. He, of course, would assure you there was nothing to be worried about.

And it would blow up in his face every time. Quite literally.

You smiled fondly.

“Sporting a grin I see, may I ask why?” you hear that all too familiar voice call.

“Newt” you yelp in surprise, the papers you were holding were suddenly airborne.

“That’s me. May I ask, what are you still doing awake?” his puppy dog eyes squinted in concern. “It’s well past midnight”

“Is it? Why I haven’t even finished studying! This is all your fault anyway, for keeping  me up with those fascinating drawings of yours” You giggled in an attempt to wipe the worry off his face, but somehow your hysteria seemed to frighten him even more.

What? It’s not like you were drun-

“(Y/N) we have a big potions test tomorrow, the time for cramming has come and past.”

“You see Mister Scamander, there will always be a time for cramming” His smile widened, causing your’s too as well. Damn, this boy’s charisma was infectious.

“While I find our debates quite amusing, I’m afraid your well being must come first. Now go to sleep” He began to bend over and pick the discarded potions papers off the floor, most of which were either blank or covered in red marks. He studied one of your papers closely, eyebrows furrowed and nose scrunched. You couldn’t help but stare at how his eyes always maintained its light, even at God-knows-when at night.

“Why have you never asked me for help? (Y/N), we’re in this class together, how did I not know you were struggling?” Your attention was suddenly turned to the crisp paper in his hands, dread filling every crevice in your body.

“Oh my God I’m going to fail…” the realization dawned on you.

“Oh my God oh my God I’m going to stay at Hogwarts ‘till I’m thirty” you gathered your hair in your fists, staring off into nowhere in particular. “Newt I’m going to throw myself off the Astronomy tower.”

He suddenly rushed over to you, sensing your panic, and wrapped his warm hands around your wrists, trying to whisper any words of comfort. But you refused to meet his gaze.

“No, (Y/N), you’re not going to fail. It’s only one exam, you’re going to be fine. We are going to graduate and travel the world together. You, me, and who knows what else?! Maybe we’ll find a Niffler, how cool would that be? (Y/N) Look at me” You smile fondly at your best friend’s words, and turned your head in his direction easily.

“Maybe tomorrow won’t go so brilliantly, but I promise you will get a perfect score on the next exam. We will study for hours, just you and me, how does that sound? All you need is rest. Can you do that for me?” Your eyes wander down to Newt’s hands, still entrapping your wrists in the gentlest of grips.

“You always know what to say, Newt”

“I’ll take that as a yes. Now, I would carry you to your bed but I’m afraid that involves trespassing to places with cooties.” You let out a soft ‘pffft’  and ruffle his curly hair, making his freckled cheeks blush in embarrassment.

“Alright alright, only if you get to sleep too. That reminds me…why were you up Mr. Scamander at such an ungodly hour?” He pauses.

“I was…thinking” he admits, tilting his head to the side like a dog.

“About what?”

“About things. The future, our future, really.” Your sleep deprived mind was suddenly picked with curiosity.

“Our future? Tell me Newt, what lies in our future?” There was that grin again, and he ducked his head to hide his teeth.

“All the places we would visit. I was thinking we could start with Japan. I heard Occamies are native to the land, but I doubt we’d be able to find any.”

“Nonsense” you replied, your mind in a bit of a haze.

“I bet we’ll find a whole family with your luck! I can’t wait.”

“Yes, all of that is waiting for us if you go to sleep and not fail third year potions.” He then leaned down and pressed a kiss against your forehead, making your entire face heat up.

“You’re an asshole” you tease, attempting to swipe at him, but he was already up and out of the way.

“Goodnight (Y/N)” he called once again before disappearing up the staircase, leaving you with nothing but a dreamy feeling and a blush as red as a lobster.

You did end up lugging yourself to your bed half an hour later, instantly falling asleep as your head hit the pillow.

And you dreamed…

And you dreamed about Japan.

And you dreamed about Newt.

-Four Years Later-

“Newt! Come on we’re going to miss the train!” You called to your boyfriend as he scurried down the platform, his ridiculous blue coat and Hufflepuff scarf flapping in the wind.

“I’m coming! I’m coming don’t leave without me!” He finally caught up to you and the luggage, sweat visibly forming under his curly brown bangs.

You couldn’t help the smile widening across your face.

“And he crosses the finish line with two minutes to spare!” you exclaim, lifting his arm in the air in a display of victory.

“Stop that, people are looking” he blushed as he pulled his arm back down, looking around at the many pairs of eyes resting on the two of you.

“Oh that’s probably because of your ridiculous blue coat. I begged you not to buy that, you’re going to stick out of Japan like a sore thumb” you thumb the sleeve of his new woolen garb. He then proceeded to pout and rub his arm self consciously.

“I thought it looked dashing”

You reach for his shoulders and raise yourself onto your toes, planting a small kiss on his cheek.

“Of course you look dashing, I was only teasing. Besides, you’ll match the Occamies”

He scoffed, averting his eyes from you to the newly arrived train, a blush forming around his freckles.

“I doubt we’ll find any.”

“Nonsense, I bet we’ll even find an entire family with your luck!” His eyes suddenly brightened with a sense of recognition.

“Well that sounds familiar. Didn’t you say that to me four years ago when you were cramming like mad for a portions test?” You nod, blushing like an idiot.

Oh, you remember that night.

“Yes, I recall you gave me a kiss that night and gushed about our future.”

“Something like that…” he trailed off, staring off into the distance like he was remembering something. Your placed your hand under his chin, tilting his face down to meet your gaze, and you smiled so wide your eyes crinkled at the sides.

“I remember you said we would go to Japan together. Little did you know ‘together’ meant more that you thought”

“Little did I know…” he repeated, his eyes filled with something you couldn’t describe with anything but love.

“Now come on love, we have a train to catch”

Out of Step

Fandom Writing Challenge | blissfulcastiel
Prompt: Marching Band
Pairings: Destiel
Tags: high school au, marching band, enemies, enemies to friends drummer!dean, color guard!castiel
AO3 Beta-ed by @adoringjensen <3

“Everyone reset back to set one. Come on, move with purpose! We haven’t got all day!” Crowley bellows into his megaphone from the top of the scaffolding tower.

Jesus Christ.

Every year, Dean hides that stupid thing but Crowley always seems to find it. Looks like he’ll just have to go for the batteries.

“Dean, can you please take one for the team and ask for a water break?” Jo pants beside him as they hustle back to set one.

“Yeah, we’re dying here, Winchester,” Charlie agrees as she jogs up beside them.

Dean sighs dramatically. “Why does it have to be me?”

“Because Crowley has a soft spot for you,” Jo says with a smirk.

He rolls his eyes. “That’s not true.”

“Sorry brother, but it is,” Benny calls, already in position on his dot about five yards from them. Dean groans, scrubbing a hand down his face where droplets of sweat are beading on the surface.


Jo and Charlie share a conspiring smile before racing ahead to their dots. Dean slows down, hovering around the fifty yard line where The Tower is set up. It stands twelve feet tall, with Crowley barely adding any height on the highest platform. Chuck sits silently, as usual, on the lower platform which is just above head level. Maybe Dean can get away with asking Chuck instead.

“Uh, hey Chuck? It’s been about two hours since our last water break. Think we can take five minutes after this run?”

Chuck glances down at Dean, looking frantic at the question. God, after four years of being in this band, Dean still has no idea how this guy is even the director.



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Bellamy Blake imagine: My Queen (Part 1)

Summary: It’s Unity Day and reader has been looking forward spending some time with Bellamy, but instead he is having fun with Clarke. Reader gets jealous and gets into the fight with him. Then she goes with him, Raven, hercbest friend, and Jasper on the mission as the backup for Clarke and she gets hurt.

Part 2

Word count: 3741

Originally posted by bobmorleypictures

For the first time since we came down here, I could see everyone having a good time. They finally got a chance to loosen up a little.

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A Fair Kind of Love - Rilaya One Shot

As always, I love to hear any and all feedback :)********* “So guys, what kind of booth are you going to set up for the fair?” Lucas questioned, glancing at his friends with a raised eyebrow. Every year the gangs high school held a fundraising fair, and the seniors were required to partner up and build and run a booth as part of their senior project. This year, the six friends were seniors and the fair was being held the next weekend.

           Farkle smiled and eyed Smackle. “Well Lucas, Smackle and I have decided to run the rubber duck booth.” The rubber duck game was a booth filled with countless toy ducks floating around a shallow pool, each with a colour on the bottom. Ones with a red dot would win one a large prize, a green dot would win you a small prize, and a blue dot would win you nothing. It was a game of sheer luck, as it was impossible to tell what colour each duck had on the bottom.

           “You see,’ Farkle continued, ‘Smackle and I thought we could conduct an experiment coinciding with the booth. The game is all about probability, and we hypothesize that the majority of participants, that being half or more, will try the game at least three times because they believe that their chances of winning must go up a significant amount with each trial. When in truth, the probability of picking a winning duck remains exactly the same each time.

           Zay stared at Farkle with glazed eyes. “…Wha..?” Was the confused noise that ended up coming out of his mouth.

           “Probability!” Smackle suddenly shouted with excitement, causing Farkle to grin at his adorable girlfriend.

           “Yeah, heh heh, probability…” Zay said with mock enthusiasm.

           Riley, Maya and Lucas were totally unfazed by the exchange. It was common for Farkle and Smackle to get overly excited about academics, and for Zay to be a little confused, but trying to understand nonetheless because he knew how important it was to them.

           “Anyways!’ Riley piped up, “Lucas and I are going to do the ring toss.”

           “Why, because Ranger Rick over here wants to show how tossing a ring is just like tossing a rope around wild and crazy, very scary sheep?” Maya smirked.

           “No, that’s not why,” Lucas rolled his eyes but smiled a little, always amused by Maya’s jokes, but then added more seriously, ‘and just so you know, sheep may be fluffy on the outside, but they are not all fluffy on the inside.”

           “Aw, poor Mad Dog,” Maya pouted and patted Lucas on the head, to which Lucas playfully batted her hand away.

           Lucas turned to Riley. “You believe me, don’t you?”

           “Of course I do!” Riley exclaimed, making Lucas smile. But the second he looked away, Riley and Maya locked eyes and both just shook their heads.

           “Hey hey, don’t y’all wanna know what Maya and I are doing?” Zay asked, growing excited.

           “No.” Came a reply from Maya.

           Zay paused and scrunched his eyebrows together. “But Maya, you already know what we’re doing. You’re my partner. I was asking the others.”

           “Noooo.” Was all she said in response, vigorously shaking her head.

           Zay shrugged it off as one of Maya’s usual shenanigans, and smiled brightly. “Okay guys, y’all are going to be so jealous I came up with this. Like literally, I’m a genius.” Smackle glared at him for the use of the term ‘genius’. “Oh shush,” Zay waved off her expression and continued with vigor. “So Maya and I are doing a kissing booth. A kissing booth. You know how many free smooches the Zay man is gonna get?” Zay asked rhetorically, clearly very proud of himself.

           The rest of the group was a little incredulous, but amused by his revelation nonetheless.

           Riley however turned to Maya, Zay’s partner in crime with disbelief. “You don’t mind running a kissing booth?”

           Maya shrugged nonchalantly. “He said he’d do all the work.”

           “Ahh,” the group all simultaneously kind of nodded their heads as it became clear.

           Just then the bell rang, signalling that lunch was over. The group rose from their seats to head to their next classes.

           “Maya?” Riley held out her hand to the blonde girl to accompany her to her next class.

           Maya took Riley’s hand silently but with a smile. A smile that meant to Riley that they were best friends, but a smile that Maya knew deep down was from feeling something a little more than friendship.

           Maya had known for a while that her feelings for Riley had become more than platonic somewhere along the way of their friendship, and it scared the hell out of her. Firstly, this made her have to come to terms with her being attracted to the same sex, something that wasn’t frowned upon generally, but wasn’t always whole heartedly accepted by others. Secondly, and most importantly, she was scared of losing Riley. Maya couldn’t even put into words how much she cared for Riley. If she lost her because of some dumb lovey dovey feelings, she’d never forgive herself. Thus Maya had decided to remain comfortably, or at least somewhat comfortably in the closet. This meant keeping up the façade that she used to have feelings for Lucas, which she never really did, and trying to hide her blush when Riley would casually kiss her cheek or not stuttering when she was talking and Riley gazed intensely into her eyes. She couldn’t risk her friendship. She couldn’t.

           “So Peaches –’ Maya’s heart fluttered at the sound of the affectionate nickname ‘– you really agreed to do the kissing booth with Zay because you wouldn’t have to do any work?”

           A student rushing down the hall brushed against Maya’s shoulder. “Yeah, why else would I?”

           Riley wasn’t very good at smirking, so instead she bit her lip in a smile and raised her eyebrows a couple of times.

           Maya, still not understanding just gave her a questioning glance.

           Riley, still wearing a stupid grin finally made it clear. “Boys.”

           This caused Maya to come to a halt. “Like, because I want to kiss? Boys?”

           Riley tugged on her hand getting her to walk with her again and started giggling. “You want to kiss some booooys,” she said in a sing-songy voice.

           Maya, feeling flustered about talking about wanting to kiss boys just replied, “Um, no. I do not want to. Kiss boys that is. Or kiss girls, obviously. Just, no kissing. I don’t want to kiss. Yeah.”

           But Riley just took her interesting reply as confirmation that she was right. “My little Peaches is growing up! Wanting to kiss boys…aw, I remember when you were just a pup.” Riley gazed off into the distance as if she was having a flashback.

           “Riley, that’s not what I –” But they had made it to Riley’s class, and she was cut off with a goodbye.

           “I’ll see you after class Maya, and actually bring your text book this time!” and she left a swift peck on Maya’s cheek.

           Maya’s face flushing, she leaned back against the near set of lockers, closed her eyes and groaned. Riley did not always make things easier for her.

           “You have to run the booth.”

           “What? Why?” It was the day of the fair, and Maya had just received an alarming phone call from Zay.

           Maya heard Zay sigh over the line. “You wouldn’t believe this, but I have mono. Mono. The kissing disease. And I haven’t even kissed anyone yet!”

           “No, you’re lying,” Maya said, desperately hoping this was just one of Zay’s dumb jokes.

           “Would I joke about this? Do you know how many fly honeys were gonna get a trip from these perfect lips?” Zay exclaimed.

           Maya ignored his cringe-worthy statement. “Can’t you just wear a mask or something over your mouth?” Maya hurriedly tried to think of a solution, any solution.

           “No, I cannot. Wait. Maybe…hold on.”

           Maya waited as she heard the phone being put down and then picked back up a minute later.

           “No. Mom says I cannot in fact just wear a mask over my mouth.”

           “But Zay –”

           “Look Maya,’ Zay cut her off, ‘you gotta do it. If you don’t, we’ll fail our senior project. Plus, there’ll probably be a few hunks wanting to kiss you, Maya Hart, the blonde beauty herself.”

           Maya groaned in frustration. Why did everyone think she wanted to kiss guys? “Fine, fine. I’ll do it. But I will be unhappy about it the entire day. Probably even the entire week afterwards.”

           “Thanks Maya, just remember that the money goes towards the school, not your pocket!”

           “Yeah yeah,” Maya hung up the phone and frowned. Great. This was just great. Maya didn’t even like guys, but she highly doubted any girls were going to come along wanting to make out. And even if any did, she wouldn’t want to kiss them. The only girl she wanted to kiss was her best friend. The only lips she wanted to taste were the ones that she felt on her cheek now and then, the lips that would probably taste like sunshine and rainbows and pure happiness. But that was never going to happen, and so Maya just grabbed her bag and left for the school with a sigh.

           Upon reaching the school, Maya could see booths set up all over the quad; different games and food stands, and kids everywhere. Somehow through the crowded environment, she spotted Riley at the ring toss booth with Lucas, and after waving to get her attention, smiled and blew her a kiss which Riley responded to by pretending to catch it in her hand and hold it to her heart. It was a silly little exchange, but it filled Maya’s heart with warmth. She then headed to her booth, already set up from the day before and hesitantly took a seat behind the large sign that said “$2.00 kisses with Zay the Bae (I’ll make your day)”. Frowning at the ridiculous sign, Maya grabbed a marker and made a change to the wording. “$2.00 kisses with Zay the Bae (I’ll make your day) me, I guess.” She put the marker down and sat back hoping she wouldn’t draw too much attention.

           About ten minutes later, a boy around her age with shaggy blonde hair and a baseball cap strode over with a lazy grin on his face and pulled two $1 bills out of his pocket.

           “I’m here for my kiss, blue eyes,” he drawled with a wink. Maya scowled but took the money. Of all the guys to kiss, the first one had to be some creepy dumb-ass that thinks he’s smooth?

           “So,’ the creepy dumb-ass continued, ‘If I give you a couple more bucks, do I get a little extra merchandise?” Maya’s eyes widened in disgust as she saw his eyes drift to her chest.

           Maya shoved the money back at the boy. “You’re disgusting. Walk away or I’ll mess you up so bad that you need a stretcher to leave.”

           The creep put his hands up in defense. “Okay, okay, it was just a joke. Whatever, you’re the one missing out anyways.” He turned around and Maya watched as he made his way to one of the food carts. She couldn’t believe she just had to deal with that. If that’s where the day was heading, it was going to be a very long day.

           Fortunately, Maya didn’t have to deal with many more creeps. However, every time she got even close to missing a guy, she made some excuse not to kiss him. Sometimes she’d pretend to get into a coughing fit, sometimes she’d shove food in her mouth and chew very loudly, mouth hanging open. One time, she even told the guy to look over his shoulder and bolted behind a tree while he wasn’t looking and stayed there until he eventually just walked away. She just couldn’t do it.

           Finally, the day was over and Maya could take that dumb sign down. She glanced over at the empty money jar and frowned. She wasn’t sure how she was going to explain why they made no money at all. Just as she was contemplating what to do about the money situation, Riley popped into Maya’s field of vision.

           “Peaches!” Riley flung herself at Maya, whom returned the hug as soon as she recovered from her surprise. “We were apart for so long,” Riley pouted, pulling away from Maya just enough to give her sad puppy eyes.

           “I know honey,” Maya responded with equally sad eyes. Maya grabbed the empty jar and held it up in front of her. “I guess even the guys would have rather kissed Zay than me,” she joked.

           Riley looked puzzled. “You didn’t kiss any boys? But I saw guys heading to your booth like every ten minutes!”

           Maya looked down and started awkwardly shuffling her feet. “Yeah well, they showed up, they just didn’t get what they came for.”

           “Aw Maya,” Riley grabbed Maya’s hands and started rubbing little comforting circles with her thumbs. Maya bit her lip and continued to look down, refusing to meet Riley’s sad, but questioning eyes.

           “Look Riley,’ Maya started nervously, ‘I didn’t kiss any boys because…I didn’t want to.”

           Riley didn’t look any less confused. “Why not? Were you just really nervous?”

           “No, I mean maybe, I mean –”

           “Maya.” Riley stopped her by putting a soft hand on her cheek. Maya finally made eye contact with the brunette in front of her. “Just tell me. What is it?”

           Maya, still extremely aware of the hand on her cheek, took a deep breath and then said quietly, “I don’t like boys romantically. I like girls.”

           The blonde didn’t know exactly what she was expecting, maybe for Riley to look uncomfortable or confused or run away screaming. But instead, Riley smiled and moved her hand from her face and back to Maya’s hand.

           “Maya, have you been scared to tell me this whole time?” Maya just weakly nodded her head, praying that Riley wouldn’t get upset.

           Riley laughed a little, almost with exasperation. “I understand why you’d be nervous to tell me, but I also don’t. You know I’ll always love you no matter what, right?”

           Maya ran her free hand through her hair, laughed a little and said “Yeah, of course. Of course I know.” But she couldn’t say it with complete honesty, because she knew she was still holding back, and she was still worried. Riley sensed this immediately.

           “There’s more.” Riley’s soft brown eyes urged Maya to go on, and the blonde knew she had to tell her the truth.

           “Riley…I like girls, but there’s one girl I especially like. One girl I love more than anything. The only girl I want to kiss…is you.” Maya closed her eyes, terrified, when she felt paper being pressed into her hand. She opened her eyes in confusion, just in time to see Riley lean in and place a gentle kiss on her lips. Maya blushed immediately, too stunned for words.

           “Now you don’t have to explain why you didn’t make any money,” Riley smiled shyly.

           “I love you.” Maya couldn’t help but blurt out the three words, words that she had used before, but never in this way.

           Riley’s smile grew bigger and replied, “And I love you.” And Maya didn’t know how, but she knew that Riley was saying it in a different way too.

Pour Up - Part 4

Summary: EXO Mafia AU ~ Yixing is an operative for his crime family, the Kims, and his next mission is to kidnap you, an heiress, for a ransom. He’s been doing this all his life, he’s prepared for this - or so he thinks…until he meets you.

Pairing: Yixing x You

Note: Slight influence of The Godfather

Warnings: Language

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Originally posted by exeauxs

No. No no no.

Yixing blindly reaches for Sehun as the dull grief he had been feeling for the past several years spikes into acute, jagged fear. And fury. She can’t do this. She can’t just play with his life like this! She can come for Yixing, poison him, beat him, take a shot at his head all she wants – but if Y/N thinks she can lay a single finger on Sehun, on his little brother—

Yixing’s feet react faster than his brain and he’s weaving through the crowded room, trying not to run, trying to keep his face impassive, silently calculating how many fucking bullets he’ll put between her eyes – when a hand catches his arm and stops him.

“You’ve come home,” Suho says, dropping his hand when Yixing stares at it.

“No thanks to you,” he mutters and takes a step away. He needs to go, now, and the last person he wants to talk to is his father. He’s half-turned towards the door, but Suho continues with purposeful obliviousness to Yixing’s urgency.

“Please,” he scoffs. “There was no doubt in my mind that you were going to escape. I trained you myself, remember? I will always bet on you, Yixing.”

A blossom of warmth unfurls in his chest, but Yixing quickly tamps it down – because this is what Suho does. His words are sweet as honey but his actions are colder than a knife’s edge.

“This wasn’t a bet, Suho,” he rakes a hand through his hair, “you took a gamble on my life. What if you had lost?”

“Have I lost before?” This is a rhetorical question. Suho’s track record of victory is impeccable. “Anyway, I expect a thorough debriefing of the whole event. The Nightshade girl is playing with fire here, and I think it’s time we turn up the heat.” 

Yixing’s eyes slide to Sehun happily chatting with his brothers, and he nods. On this matter, he agrees with his father – but he’s not about to come running back home because of it. “Okay,” he lies smoothly. “We’ll talk tonight, but I have to go now.”

“Where on earth could you possibly go when your entire world is right here?” Suho calls after his retreating figure, and he grits his teeth. Because Y/N has somehow managed to wedge her way into his world too, Suho just doesn’t know it yet.

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Chamber of Secrets - Part 1

Originally posted by nctaliaromanova

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

Word count: 1809 words

A/N: This is the first ever series I’m posting, so feedback would be greatly appreciated!

Since I don’t have a tag list, I’m tagging those who inspired me to start posting my writing on Tumblr, I hope you guys don’t mind. I will untag you if you don’t want to be tagged :)


Tags: @bovaria@thenightmarebeforebucky@beccaanne814-blog@buckyywiththegoodhair@rheavanya@cassiopeiassky@avengerofyourheart

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