jesus shit there are so many ways just to tag the series

All His - Part 3 (A Kyungsoo Series)

The rest of the day was a blur of shopping, translating, eating more than either of you could stand and driving around downtown Paris in a weird awkwardness that hadn’t let up since you found out about the facebook thing.

You vowed, the second you got some privacy and your laptop, you would either delete the whole thing, or at least make it all private.

”…I mean, who doesn’t have a single privacy setting activated? I’ve never met anyone before you. The whole thing is just completely public.”

His reasons for looking into you. You got it. He had to be sure you weren’t some psycho…but thinking back on some of the shit you’d said about this man…you felt like a fucking psycho the longer you thought about it.

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I said I wasn’t, but here I go...Why can’t Michonne be vulnerable?

It’s not just Michonne either. I’ve often heard that that in relation to other character’s, Rick…Carol…Glenn even. It seems that if you show an emotional side, it somehow makes you weak. How many times had Maggie cried over Glenn? How many times have you seen those two bad asses(Maggie and Glenn) cower in their love, because they thought they had lost each other?

Let’s see…when Merle kidnapped them in season three and Maggie gave up the prison. When Glenn got all emotional, because he thought she was raped by the governor. When the prison fell, and they searched for each other. When he thought he lost her and found her again, and vice versa. When the “Glenn and the dumpster” shit happened and she was all reckless and wanted to go look for him. When Maggie was on the look out post and screamed for dear life, because she thought Glenn was gonna get eaten by that horde around him. See in all those instances, we have two lovers who are showing emotions, because that’s what humans do.



So redneck Daryl, can become compassionate. Rick can become a killer. Glenn can become strong, Carol can become a badass assassin, but Michonne can’t evolve. She just supposed to shuck and jive. Just be a silent “yes massa, you want me to kill that walker, oh yessa i’s a kill em good.” She just supposed to be the dark skin filler for the series.

Also, if you don’t get this pairing by now, you are 100 percent racists. I don’t want to hear about you not liking the pairing. I don’t like a lot of pairings but I’m never seem to be spouting that in those other delusional tags. Racists feel the need to tell people how much they hate something.

That’s insecurity. People who have to shout off of skyscrapers that they hate something, instead of just moving TF on really grind my gears. Like, y’all never been in love. It make you do crazy things. She learned a lesson, if she see Rick go down again, she still gotta fight. Their love can’t hinder her.

Personal attacks are never warranted. They are disgusting and show the lack of compassion that you have for other humans. Please stop attacking Richonner’s. We just watch the show, we don’t write it. Take your vile rude comments to the producers and showrunners, who would laugh in your face because Denise Huth, Scott Gimple, and Gale Ann Hurd love Richonne). AMC been promoting them to the heavens, more than any other ship.(I’ve been a faithful viewer it premiered).

Racist lovvvvvvvvvveeeeeeeeeeeee to be anonymous too. Why do you ask? Cause they know they would get dragged from the pits of hell to deeper depths. They never show their face. They hide behind a dumbass president and a news channel. I digress. Soooo many people are so ignorant and have so much hate, that they would use something that is supposed to be a form of entertainment to denigrate and defame people for their own insecurities about themselves.

I just can not with you all. I can’t even recall going to another tag to talk about that tags pairings, and I’ve seen some nasty ships. Just plain old nasty and trifling. Some of y’all need to be reported and definitely need Jesus. I thought the point of the tag was for a safe haven for us to talk about our ship. I shouldn’t have to come to this tag to read the vile things I have read. Y’all need to get a serious life. That hate for my skin color is hurting your heart, but keep it cute…

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Graves fic recs masterpost

Because i’ve had people asking me for Gradence recs, Graves recs, and I planned on doing a Gramander recs post, and then i’ve fallen into GoldGraves hell, so. Have everything in one go. Please be mindful of the tags present on each of these stories. 

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Part of a new AU series -  Keep Calm and Love

Negan x reader (y/n - your name)

You need a job. He needs a new artist. You both need each other. But will it work?

2600 words

Warnings- Sexy aesthetic, Negan language, unprotected sex, hopefully not too tame for Negan Smut Week!

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@mypapawinchester @kijilinn @may85  @mamapeterson @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash @negandarylsatisfaction @rapsity @strangersangel9 @wickednerdery @hannibalssweaters @ladylorelitany @angelak72081 @scarygoodfanfics @superpinkkcat @gageef @ericas-negan77 @miss-nori85 @ali-pennell @smuttwd @purplejellybean @concertxjunkie @magical-spit  @jotilpip @thedeadwalks @negantrashlucille23 @johnthackerys @pandainfinitely @xdaddy-neganx @almostinwonderland @myheart4ever47-blog @lauryphelps1d @texasgal2222  @rizflo-blog @catleesi-xo @negans-network @negansmutweek   @melodicdolls @ohmyneganimagination-twd  @kitcat44

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taehyun; birthday run

Originally posted by ygboys-ot11

Taehyun’s heard it all before. A ransom call in the dead of night. Yeah, sure, piece of cake. Literally.

sidenote: secret agent!AU, inspired by the drama series “The K2″. I’m in too deep, help.  

scenario of 1.5k words

If there is one weakness Taehyun have always wished to erase, it was the mere sound of his name uttered by the one voice that could destroy him beyond his control.

“Who is this?” He runs a thumb over the corner of his mouth anxiously, trying to keep his voice even.

“Time’s ticking, Nam.” The voice from the other end is of a man he couldn’t recognize. The anonymity only pushed him further to the edge and Taehyun feels the desperation consuming him quicker than he was willing to let on.

This man knew his name, a struggle that many have encountered when it comes to him. The nature of his work revolves around confidentiality and given his impressive track record, Taehyun is well sought after for (mostly) all the wrong reasons. This isn’t just anyone on the line, whatever this person wanted— it’s personal.

“Let me hear her.” He demands flatly, swallowing the tight knot forming in his throat.

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What Happens In Vegas: Part 12

A Bucky x Reader / AU drabble series

Master List

A/N: Sorry this took so long guys! I hope you like it. I’ll be updating this more frequently now that the holidays are over and things have (somewhat) calmed down at work. Only a few parts left! Let me know what you think. I love hearing from you! ♥

Word Count: 1,770
( this is the longest part so far. i think it’s safe to say that this is not a drab series LOL! )

- language.

Tags: (at the end)

*gif is not mine.

“What the fuck do you mean Steve is here?” you hissed quietly behind the door. “Steve as in Rogers?”

“No,” Nat started, you could hear the irritation in her voice as she hissed right back. “Steve fucking Irwin, Y/N. The crocodile hunter himself is in our living room.”

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Princess- Negan

Plot/Request: @sherlocks-timetraveling-assbutt requested- Can you do an imagine where Negan finds Y/N while on a hunt and tries to convince her to join him and be his wife but Y/N keeps on saying no and she finally gives in and makes a deal with him that she will stay for a day and then she will leave if she wants, but the whole day Negan starts seducing and serenading Y/N and she realizes that being Negan’s Princess might not be that bad. Could you do that please?”

Word count: 901

Warnings: swearing (it’s negan ffs)

 usually i write the reader as like a lil warrior but i mixed it up a bit today hehe. also i’m like so fucking close to 2k??? like???!!!!

Tagging: @mrfaiirfiield, @supernotnaturalcas, @milkyblubber, @zombeeegurl, @buckaroo–barnes. inbox or message me if you’d like to be tagged in upcoming fics! (please specify if you’d like everything or certain characters/series)


“Hey,” A voice pierced the silence, the source standing a few feet behind you. Quickly, your brain tried to tell you to grab the barely loaded gun from your side and shoot. Although, when your hand began reaching that way, a whistle was sounded briefly before the click of a bullet slipping into the chamber.

“Wouldn’t try shit, if I were you.” Who you assumed to be a man threatened. His voice sent shivers down your spine.

“I don’t want any trouble.” You mumbled, turning around slowly to face the man. He chuckled slightly, a hint of shock evident in his eyes as he looked at your face.

“Jesus, girl. Who hurt that pretty little face of yours?” He asked, smiling as he looked at the small cut on your cheek. Though it was minor, minimal droplets of blood still created a pathway down your face. Most were dried by now, as you’d gotten the scratch hours ago, but the cut remained slightly swollen and red.

You whimpered softly, scared for your life. The man snapped again, “How the fuck did you get that scratch? One of the dead do this to you?”

Even as the man’s intimidation soaked into your mind, almost crippling you with fear, you forced yourself to shake your head. He sighed, somewhat relieved.

“What’s your name?” The man asked, his voice a little softer now. You peeked up at him with big (Y/E/C) eyes. In return, he gave you a little smirk. “I’m Negan.”

You glanced around at the other men surrounding you. They were all armed with guns, bullets to match them. They looked tired but strong. “(Y/N).” You uttered, letting your muscles relax a bit more. Maybe these people weren’t a threat.

“(Y/N), I like it.” Negan chuckled, lowering his gun. The barrel was facing the damp forest ground, no longer endangering you. “(Y/N),” He repeated your name once again, truly enjoying the feeling of it on his lips. “How would you feel about coming back with us?”

“Back where?” You asked, your eyebrows slightly coming together in confusion. Still, your eyes remained soft and innocent as you looked into Negan’s harder ones.

“To my home; the Sanctuary.”


The place where Negan lived was actually called “The Sanctuary”, after all. What you thought was him somewhat exaggerating happened to be a reality, and the name “Sanctuary” truly did fit the place.

They had food– lots of it, medical supplies with real doctors, ammo for days and warm beds. Everything you’d lost, it was here. Of course, you didn’t really know how it had gotten there, but at the moment, you were to shocked to ask.

Negan chuckled at your awestruck expression, wrapping an arm around you as he gestured to everything.

“This is home! Pretty fucking sweet, right?”

Your jaw hung limp, small tears gathering in your eyes. Never had you expected to get out of the damned forest, nevertheless find a place like this. Instead of an audible response, you simply nodded.

Again, Negan smirked at you. “Of course, it’s a lot of work to keep this place running, but I handle it.” He bragged. “Everyone helps out, everyone has a job. But you seem,” For a moment, he stopped, taking the time to look you up and down. “tired.”

“I mean,” You chuckled, feeling a little more comfortable around the man– regardless that he was obviously checking you out. “I barely slept out there.”

“Makes sense, darlin’. You must’ve been scared– alone.” He looked down to you, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “But here, I can protect you. So get some rest.”  

“Oh– ok.” You muttered, feeling yourself growing warmer. There was on doubt that your cheeks must’ve been coated in what looked like red paint.

“I’ll take you to your room, clean you up a bit.” He offered, leading you down one of the many hallways. It was littered with guards outside almost every door.

Suddenly, without warning, Negan turned you to the left, the both of you now facing a door. He slowly turned the door knob, letting the door creak open. You leant forward, trying to get a peek inside before Negan slipped in. When you finally entered, the room was one of your dreams. Silk bed sheets, beautiful decor, sunlight shining in through one of the many windows.

It was just gorgeous.

“This will be your room if you choose to stay with us.”

“Why the fuck wouldn’t I?” You said, the words slipping from your lips before you could stop yourself. Negan stared at you in shock, before smirking at you.

“Seems like you got a mouth on you, princess.”

“Princess?” You inquired, a little bit put off, but marginally excited.

“Well,” He began, “If you’re going to stay here, be treated like royalty, might as well go with the title.”

It was quiet for a moment as you looked around the room, at all the luxuries you were being offered. It would be crazy to turn it down.

“So,” You stepped slightly closer to him, feeling a surge of confidence, “does this make me yours?”

“Only if you want to be, (Y/N).” He smirked, running his tongue along his lips. You smiled back, looking deep into his eyes.

“I do.”

Not A Date (2/?)

Summary: Bucky Barnes is an infamous player with a well-known reputation. Can he woo the weary girl who had her heartbroken too many times? Or will she woo him so he changes his ways?

Warning: Swearing, College AU,

Words: 847

A/N: This is part 2 of my College AU. Hope you like it!! Let me know if you wanna be tagged or if you have feedback/ideas here. Tags are at the end! Masterlist.

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Nothing Left To Say

In A State, Lachrimae, Someone Else, Running Out, Apologize

Pairing: Steve X Reader, (Bucky X Reader)

Words: 695

Warnings: Angst.

A/N: Final part of In a State. Thanks guys for reading this short multipart series. It was more angsty than I thought it would be. I’ll try to update more. Sorry life happens. Please comment you guys. I can’t get better in my writing unless you tell me what I should and shouldn’t do (but please keep in mind the English is not my first language!) Thanks people I love you all and hopefully 2017 treats us better :)

Tagging: @thefandomplace, @tori-medusa-belongs-to-bucky, @jasmins3, @callamint, @irepeldirt, @mermaidinplaid, @shamvictoria11, @lenavonschweetz

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Wild Horses (Part 5)

Based on Wild Horses by the Rolling Stones, sort of.

Sam and Dean have settled into a comfortable routine, with the trouble of the past finally settling down. They are back to hunting, back to being brothers. Only, now there’s something more. Something that might ruin everything.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Warning: Wincest, angst

Word Count: 1900ish

A/N: My first Wincest series! Tagging @meganwinchester1999, @winchester-bait @pada-ackles, @mrswhozeewhatsis @kittenofdoomage, @latinenglishfandomblog, @mishasmuffin, and @heyobrothers. (The only Wincest shippers I know of.) Tag any other Wincest shippers, or let me know if you don’t want to be tagged!

The ghost haunting turned out to be simple. Too simple. Sam wanted something dangerous, something he could fight, something he could channel his energy into beating the shit out of.

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She Is Incredible

Hi guys, just quickly i want to say thank you to everyone who has ever said something nice (including like, reblogs and tags) about my fics. There are no words to describe just how lovely you all are, so just thanks :) xx

I’ll tag everyone who asked so i’m really sorry if you only wanted to be tagged in The Pet Goldfish and if you would like to be removed/added just ask :) xx - wandering-soul-7 kneekeyta flxwxry tinakegg celestev31 ililypop fantasticab fuckintentshop raernundo losingpudge llexis i-dream-of-emus ducky17 courtkismet  finnleysraemundo fizzezlikecherrycola kerrvorting-and-snorting kristicallahan @dontneedamoralcompass - i am so so sorry but the tag wouldn’t work. 

This is just a little one shot that takes place in that awkward we-dont-know-what-happened-but-important-stuff-that-we’ll-never-know-about-happened time between episode 4 and 5 of series 1. Finn’s POV


She was incredible.

And she was gorgeous. Absolutely stunning. So beautiful, sometimes he literally forgot to breathe. He just loved everything about her. Every single, little thing. The way her mouth quirked, her little nose scrunches, her hands, her mouth, her eye roll. Her hair, the way it tangled, the way it fell, even when it was clipped back all he wanted to do was run his fingers through it and smell it. Oh god the way her hair smelt. He first inhaled that vanilla scent when he hugged her that day in the park after Knebworth and it’s all he had wanted to smell ever since. 

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anonymous asked:

my buddy my pal if u don't want people shipping supergirl and that brunette chick maybe u shouldn't parallel them with literally the most heartbreaking otp of all otps in the mcu like wow. just a thought there kiddo but saying 'don't ship a parallel with steggy!' is yikes. maybe pay more attention to the point of the scenes ur giffing?

Oh boy I don’t even know where to start with this one… listen.. sweetie… clearly you don’t even go here so welcome to my blog, let me and my aro ass explain to you a few things.

First off, I do not ship Supergirl and “that brunette chick” because “that brunette chick” is her sister. And I am not going to be okay with people shipping siblings together romantically/sexually, that is a Hard No for me. Like I’m not going to go out and tell other people they aren’t allowed to ship them, but it is perfectly within my rights to express in the tags of my own damn gifset that I would prefer not to see tags about the two of them as a romantic ship in the reblogs. And I mentioned it in my own tags knowing full well that that is going to have absolutely no effect on anyone else’s behavior and interactions with my post and that’s fine, 90% of the time my tags are just me talking to myself

(plus literally the only things I said to that effect were “#but please… i am begging you all… please No Romo in the tags pLEASE it’s all i ask” and “#i would like to thank not only rao but also kara ‘alien jesus’ zor-el for the minimal romo in the tags of this post” which is not even referring to the specific ship at all??? it could be interpreted as just a general repulsion to romance, which, what do you know, is basically the foundation of my blog and therefore should not be surprising to most of the people who would even see those tags??)

And speaking of my general distaste for romance… here is a RADICAL #Concept:


How many times to I have to fucking yell this into the void??? Being in capital L, Romantic Love™ is not The Closest two human beings can ever possibly get. There isn’t some scale of interpersonal relationships where familial love trumps friendship or something and romantic love trumps everything else.

This is a huge problem in society in general. Romantic relationships are valued more highly over almost any other type of connection, and if you lack that romantic connection, then you and your life are viewed as incomplete. The idea that two people are “just friends” vs “something ~more~” is fucking terrible, like there should be nothing “just” about being friends, being “just friends” should not be viewed as a consolation prize or a stepping stone to something ~more meaningful~ (i.e. romantic). Your familial/parent-child/sibling relationships shouldn’t be viewed as training wheels for the eventual Real (Romantic) Relationships / “”“’'True Love”“”“’. “True (Romantic) Love” is NOT inherently more meaningful than the love between two friends or between sisters or between me and my fucking pet cat.

So the implications of you saying “maybe u shouldn’t parallel them with literally the most heartbreaking otp of all otps in the mcu” are fucking TERRIBLE like wow, just a thought there kiddo, but essentially saying “this highly emotional and heartbreaking scene MUST be indicative of romantic love and there is no way anything but a romantic ship could possibly have a goodbye as heartbreaking as my otp because the only interpersonal connection that is strong enough to cause that much heartbreak is a romantic one” is yikes. It’s one of the things I hate most in the world (and specifically in fiction/media and fandom — this happens a lot when two siblings have a strong bond, somehow people always start shipping them together romantically because society has trained us to automatically read strong emotional bonds like that as being romantic).

(Okay shit this is getting long so the rest is going to be under the cut because I am not even CLOSE to being finished, my guy)

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anonymous asked:

THANK YOU. imo eren's mischaracterization is the most rampant symptom of ereri's popularity. I wish the fandom would learn that eren is the main character, not levi. eren is fierce as fuck. he's resilient and multifaceted and cares about so many people (more than he cares about levi tbh). he isn't anyone's wibbling moe deredere levi-worshiping self-insert. fucking quit that shit

im tattooing this onto the fandom i dont even really have anything else to add except some ranting thank u so much anon

i am really fucking done with the way the fandom treats the protagonist. he gets constantly side-lined and mischaracterized and reduced to either a trait or a yaoi stereotype and i sound like a broken record but i am done. i really am 

he’s such a great character and i love him to bits he’s just amazing and inspiring and underappreciated as such a great protagonist im so sick of what the fandom has done to him 

i agree 100% with the self-insert part. just because majority of the fandom is head over heels in love with abusive trash doesnt mean everyone in the series is lmao bye

EDIT: on that point about he cares about others more than he cares about levi, i agree 100% too. ive seen posts that say levi understands eren more than mikasa and armin and i just. no. no he doesn’t. he definitely doesn’t.

this is my issue with rivamika too—people are exaggerating how much levi means to these characters. they dont care as much for him as the fandom does. they really don’t stop projecting onto them jesus christ

Hump Day Smut

Well look what we got here. Looks like Hump Day Smut is back and ready to party.

Originally posted by heckyeahreactiongifs

Mad At You by @mysupernaturalfics (After Dean ticks you off on a hunt, he knows just how to say he’s sorry.)

Good Morning Beautiful by @withoutaplease (God, we all need a Sammy wakeup call for our birthday. In fact, my birthday is coming up and if any of y’all can arrange this, I’ll give you a foot massage or a hundred bucks or something.)

Downpour by @kittenofdoomage (Wet, rainy, passionate Sammy. Outside. In the rain. Where it’s wet. And Passionate.)

Grace Under Pressure by @ilostmyshoe-79 (You’ll be sexually frustrated, but you’ll be happy about it. Oh, and it’s Cas.)

Faking It by @ilostmyshoe-79 Battery Burner (Sweet mother of Abraham Lincoln. Dean’s determined to make you come since normally you have to fake it for other guys. I mean, Dean always makes you come in fanfic so it shouldn’t be that big of a deal, but it’s like… idk man. After being reminded that men who give a shit whether you come or not are the exception rather than the rule, this was just hot. Oh, and dirty talk.)

Faking It Part 2 by @ilostmyshoe-79 (I know the rules are no series’, but this isn’t a series, it’s a part 2. And it’s my list so I do wut I want. Breath play and sexiness.)

Faking It Part 3 by @ilostmyshoe-79 (Jesus this series. Hair pulling, Dean coming his pants (one of my favorite things lol), blindfolds. All the goods.)

Faking It Part 4 by @ilostmyshoe-79 (What I wouldn’t give to tie Dean up and play with some ice cubes. And then a vibrator. Just all the orgasms. So many. So many orgasms.)

Faking it Part 5 by @ilostmyshoe-79 (Rough Dean is just… That man can have whatever he wants.)

Faking it Part 6 by @ilostmyshoe-79 (What do I love almost as much as Dean Winchester? Ice cream. Let’s combine.)

Faking It Part 7 by @ilostmyshoe-79 (Edging Dean all day? Yes please.)

Faking It Part 8 by @ilostmyshoe-79 (Dean and reader film themselves and then watch it. Kim, I know you wrote that bit where you stare at his back and ass just for me. Thanks. Aaaaand this is why series’ are not included on Hump Day Smut. Look how many parts! Half this post is Faking It… I mean I’m not mad about it. I posted part 1 before it was a part 1. Then I posted the sequel. And I can’t post the first two parts and ignore the rest. So here we are.)

Relieving the Stress by @bovaria (I don’t know why I’ve been so into Sammy lately, but this is fuel for my craving. I lied. I do know why. It’s because I had a dream about him. He fed my cat while I was training to be a flight attendant in London. Dreams, man. Anyways, here is some dirty rough amazing Sam smut.)

Little Girl by @mysupernaturalfics (Everybody loves a little dom!Sam from time to time.)

Busted by @leviathanslovedick (Gah. Impala sex. With Sam. Yas.)

Private Eyes by @tonystarks-girl (I took a little bit of a break from Demon!Dean because I was getting over the whole just-in-it-for-sex aspect of it, but this Demon!Dean fic was just…. hot. Mama like.)

Netflix & Chill by @thinkwritexpress (Dean’s hands can just… do whatever they want to me.)

Your Favorite Customer by @bovaria (Maybe I should actually read this, but I don’t want to besmirch the memory of having @abaddonwithyall dramatically read it to us. It was so good that way lol. PS this is Cas smut so enjoy.)

Happy Birthday by @salvachester (A little birthday treat for Dean bean when he’s stuck in bed after breaking his leg.)

Priests and Pecan Pie by @kittenofdoomage (Somehow, this priest!kink Dean fic managed to NOT make me feel like I’m going to hell. So that’s impressive.)

Winchester International by @manawhaat (Reader and Dean make a deal to get Dean on an airplane. Not quite full-blown P-in-V smut, but light, fluffy smut. And I liked it so it’s here.)

Finally Together by @letmewriteyourlove (Some good old confession-of-feelings smut with Dean. Gotta love the classics.)

Nannas Love Sammy by @littlegreenplasticsoldier (This one’s been around a while, but I read it just a few weeks ago and it’s good stuff. Oh, and don’t be mislead by the title- it’s Dean smut *wink*)

Wanna get your fics on Hump Day Smut? Let me know that your fics are “fair game” for any Hump Day Smut posts or Have You Read the One With… lists. And tag me in your smut! Read my Hump Day Smut PSA for more info!

Need to catch up on previous Hump Day Smut posts? Check out my Hump Day Smut Masterlist!

Have a great idea for fanfic but zero writing skills to back it up? Here’s a list of writers taking requests!!

In the mood for a specific type of smut or looking for a fic you read a while back? Try my Have You Read the One With… page. It’s got fics by categories. It’s obviously not all-encompassing, but I’m working on it. And if you’ve got fics that fit into one of the categories, by all means, send them my way! Remember, from this point forward, only those writers who give me the heads up that their fics are fair game will be added to any HDS or HYRTOW posts! :)

Oh, and if anyone cares- Squadrilateral Q&A video should be up in an hour or two. It’s a damn mess. And long af. And I mentioned how awesome this post was gonna be so I hope y'all like it otherwise that would be awkward.

anonymous asked:

Could you post a picture of your hair journey from when you first started growing it? And how long did it take?

A PICTURE? Do you think this a GAME, son?

You don’t know the shit I’ve been through trying to find a hairstyle that actually works for me. I’m 22 years old and this is the first time I’ve had one that I really like and has had an overwhelmingly positive response. Like Squidward once said…

Man. That’s horrifying.

From a very young age, I’ve had really thick hair that has been difficult to manage. My life has been a series of terrible hair-related decisions that finally culminated in something I really like. But here’s where we begin…

(pictured here on the right.)

Yeah. That on the right is me as a fresh-faced 5-year-old… with blonde hair.

At some point, my loving mother figured that getting beaten up in my childhood would help build character, so she begun to use a product called Sun-In on my hair that would “brighten the natural highlights” so instead of looking like the tan and happy Puerto Rican child I was, I’d instead look like a white boy who just came back from vacation in Florida ALL THE TIME.

This practice would stop after I was 7 or 8, but the hair struggle was only beginning.

At this point I was an 11-year-old who thought the best option was to just try and comb my thick, unruly hair. Let’s not even discuss the fact that my parents thought the appropriate thing for my sixth grade graduation photos would be a fucking HAWAIIAN BOWLING SHIRT. Jesus christ, Mom and Dad, was this just a plan to keep my virginity in tact as long as possible. That’s a long con, and I respect it.

Here’s Matt’s first selfie!

My family took me to the same barber for my entire young life, a kind old man named Gomez who would do his very best to try and fix my stupid head, in between his cigarette breaks and uncomfortably loud salsa music. 

This was around the ripe young age of 14, when Gomez, starting to go blind in his old years, shaved my too short on the sides and left too much on top. He also nearly cut through the top of my ear, at which point I said “NOPE” never went back thought “oh, obviously the best thing I could do was try and let my big brother cut my hair!” Big mistake.

This photo was taken on June 12th, 2009. Just for clarification, that’s me on the right. I’m not the hot young woman and all around fantastic youtube personality OlgaKay, who’s also pictured here. This was about 2 weeks after my weight loss journey was about to begin, when I was around 450 pounds. Also, this was the weekend I decided, for whatever reason, to grow my hair out.

Now, people, this is where shit gets bad. So, I think I owe you a little bit of explanation.

Around age 16, I’d begun to hang out with the people who are still my closest friends and family to this day. Also around this point, I got super into hardcore music. Asking Alexandria, Attack Attack!, A Day To Remember and We Came as Romans were among my favorite bands, and what did all the guys in those bands do? Grow out their hair really long, flat-iron it and make it really scene and hard-to-see through.

Oh no… Oh NO.


We refer to this as The Dark Ages. Mostly because I couldn’t see anything through my long, swooping bangs, and it was really fucking dark all the time. Pictured above is me at my high school graduation, where my family somehow let me out the house despite the fact that I was clearly wearing some sort of dead, skinned animal fur where my scalp should be.

I let my hair grow and styled it this way for about a year, leading to many awkward evenings where my kind-hearted mother would have to flat-iron my hair for me before I went out to hang out with nobody.

But you think that’s bad? You think THAT’S bad? you don’t know SHIT, son. 

Remember in the beginning of this, when I mentioned how thick and unruly my hair can be naturally? Well, in addition to not cutting my hair, I also didn’t have anyone layer it. I didn’t go to any barber or stylist for almost a year, meaning that my hair wasn’t cut in a way where it could fall naturally.

So, what do you think happened when I couldn’t straighten my hair? What would it look like when it was too hot, too humid, or when I was in a place where I didn’t have access to the flat iron? WELL FEAST YOUR FUCKING EYES.




This was the summer of 2010, right before I’d decide it was time to cut my hair and finally become a member of functioning society. So in August, I’d chop 90 percent of it off and become a functioning member of society again.

…Wanna see one more? Okay one more.


Side note, this was taken on the way to Bamboozle, 2010. Rough times.

So in August, I chopped my hair off. I also got ill-fitting glasses, because I had no idea how the concept of “framing your face” worked. 

This was around the time I started to stretch my ears. I fucking hate these glasses. I look like I stole them from a pleasant secretary at a dentist’s office while she was distracted talking about her Kitten-of-the-month Calendars.

“Oh, wow. Yeah, October has a picture of a tabby cat poking his head out of a jacko'lantern hahah that’s so cute-” *YOINK*

Around this time, I started to discover hair products. This was also around the time I’d have to start wearing ties every day because of the private school I attended. So, after hearing that Mad Men a thing, I naturally thought that if I dressed nicely and gelled/combed my hair, of course I’d get as much sex and money as they did! Forget having a pleasant personality or attractive attitude, all I needed were ties!

My hair stayed like this for a while. 

And even though this period of my life bred a love of suits that I still have to this day, it was still a tough time. I was going through a lot of body image issues that I thought I could solve by wearing fancy clothes, and even though girls would occasionally compliment how perfect my hair looked, none of them wanted to “take a ride on my disco stick.”

This was also around the time that Lady Gaga was becoming a big thing.

Also, the fact that my hair had enough product in it to drown a small village didn’t help. Nothing says “hot stuff” like kissing a girl and having her touch your hair to feel the texture of uncooked ramen noodles.

After I got out of the suit phase, I rebelled hard in the other direction. Instead of coming my hair, I’d spike it! That’s what rebels do! We don’t use combs!

Matt’s first attempt at being punk (complete with hand-cut cloth gloves, because apparently I’m Judd Nelson in the fucking Breakfast Club.)

This hairstyle also got positive reviews, although I still had the Ramen problem. Except this time, the flavor of ramen was slightly different.

I genuinely really liked this hairstyle, but there’s only so many times that you can be confused for a porcupine that suddenly turned into a human through the use of magic. I went through some variations on this style for about a year.

There was the brief point where I tried to go full-on Grease Lightning, which was nice except that there was very little lightning and quite a lot of Grease. 

It was a good look to have, just in case I had to leave at any moment to audition for West Side Story.

After that I abandoned all hair products that would make my hair crunchy feel like a handful of stale Captain Crunch, and decided to mostly go with pomades that kept my hair feeling soft, but still held it up enough for me to make my head into soft serve.

And no, that’s not a Jimmy Neutron cosplay. That’s just how my hair was.

At this point, I was getting into a lot of new music, a lot of which I found through Tumblr. I started listening to a band called The 1975, and one day I stumbled upon a gif of the lead singer, Matt Healy.

Huh. His hair is kinda thick and wavy too.. And I also wanna dress in a lot of black and look cool in sunglasses.. Maybe I should look into his haircut.

Holy shit, I’m super into this. I really think I’d like to try it out. Obviously, to look anywhere like this guy I’d need to lose a shitload of weight and take on a much more “Axl Rose in 1988” vibe, but I think I might be able to pull off a haircut like this!

After much discussion with my then-girlfriend, I went in and told the kind haircut man to shave off the sides of my head!


This is about a month after I got the mohawk done, when it was starting to grow in thick and long. I had to use gel to keep it in place. At this point, I made a decision. If I was going to grow my hair out and do this weird long-mohawk possible man-bun thing, I was going to do it right. No terrible afro, no gel, no shitty flat iron, nothing. I was going to go natural with a little bit of pomade, and I was going to maintain the fuck out of it.

So, that’s what I’m doing.

Every two weeks, I go and get the sides of my head buzzed. I also have him clean up where the buzz stops and the long hair starts.

And every other week, I have him thin out the hair on top so it doesn’t get too thick and unmanageable. 

I’ve also begun to combine the punk stuff I really like with the well-dressed suit stuff in order to really define my style better.

This is more or less where my hair is now. I’m getting through that awkward phase where it’s too long to stand perfectly, but too short to push back the way I want to.

And here’s where we end up. It’s been a long and winding road, but I finally have a hairstyle I like.

anonymous asked:

Why don't you like Leo?

oh ahha i usually try to hide it but i’m so bad omfg . i don’t hate leo or anything, he’s just fallen from the top and i’m quite bitter about how things turned out for him. and i’m gonna lose at least 10 followers for sure after this nugifbifjbgv

look i want so bad to love leo again, he was this incredibly beautiful and complex character, scared of his powers, blaming himself over his mother’s death, cracking jokes when all he feels is pain inside. i related to him so bad. this little kid is far from perfect. he’s annoying as eff, he flirts with most things female and doesn’t know when to stop, he can’t be serious, he’s way too hard on himself, he hides behind a mask of pretty decent humor, and guess what? he’s very insecure about his appearance, which makes him compare himself to jason and how heroic he looks = hence more self doubt and I LOVED IT. because this made him so real! and it was so refreshing! plus he always feels left out among his friends because they’re all couples, he kinda has the hots for a girl who is spoken for, and he does some pretty mean things to her boyfriend which he shouldn’t be proud of. he’s bitter and lonely and knows it, but he’s still his own joke-cracking self. and hasn’t everyone felt that way before? i remember a time when like three of my greatest friends all had boyfriends and i didn’t, and it was just weird hanging around all of dem happy couples together. leo felt that was too and i would read him being super bitter and annoyed and be like YAS. MY SON.

(also i had this major idea that the reason leo wanted a girlfriend so bad was to replace the woman he’s lost i.e his mom and i’d imagine him one day realizing that his mom still exists, in his heart and in his thoughts, oh the feels)

it’s pretty much because of that that i didn’t want leo to end up with anyone by the end of the books. because it would be stupid and contrived and just plain unnecessary. i figured that every book series needs that single protag to keep things real and i thought reyna, leo, and nico would still be single by the end of the book series (shows you how much i know, haha). 

but then in the house of hades rick screws shit up and leo meets calypso and falls in love in the most predictable way possible, ugh, and besides the fact that he knew her for how long, exactly? his obsession with her carries over into the blood of olympus, where he gabs about her all chapter long. and look all i ever wanted for these characters is for them to be happy but leo found happiness in the most cliche hurried way, ugh. it honestly became a pain to read his chapters and though i appreciate his slightly more serious side (as we saw with hazel at the end of the house of hades), jesus christ leo was acting like cupid had shot an arrow straight up his butt. i’m not even joking. leo just became this lovestruck puppy, and his only real goal was to reach ogygia and reunite with calypso, his one true love, after defeating gaea and “sacrificing” himself. the fact that his friends mourn him after his supposed death, while he whoops and kisses calypso, makes things much worse. and that last chapter was a nightmare, i ended up finishing the series with the most sour taste in my mouth. and see, what’s funny is that in the lost hero, i used to skip over jason and piper’s chapters just to get to leo, and in the blood of olympus, i would reach leo’s chapters and not even bother reading a word. and yeah, this probably makes me not fully qualified to answer this question properly, but so many other people in the fandom agree (i think). all in all, leo just had a super disappointing conclusion to what seemed like a very promising character arc. and i also think it sends a super wrong message: that you need to find a boyfriend/girlfriend to be happy. and oh mannn that’s not true. 

what should have happened: leo should not have met calypso. he should have gotten over hazel another way because yes, it can indeed be done, and he should have realized that okay, maybe he doesn’t have a girlfriend, but he’s surrounded by friends who love him and appreciate him for who he is. there are other kinds of love, and leo should have recognized that. he’s got a home in camp half-blood, he’s avenged his mother’s death and finally accepted that she would be proud that he’s survived all he has. he has a family, a real one, in both his friends and his half-siblings, and a father who is actually kind of sort of really proud of him. i don’t know about scrapping the physician’s cure, but if he’d sacrificed himself, he should have actually died (and the fandom could have headacnon-ed about him meeting his mom in elysium). he should have accepted that yes, there is darkness in him, but he’s got a gift: he can produce light, not only through the fire in his palms but also just by being around, being himself, being content. i think that would have improved things immensely. 

but i don’t know. what do you think?

p.s i’m sorry i don’t think i worded it very well tbh, but i think i got everything across. (i hope, at least.)

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This is for bellamyblakesarmy. I hope it helps! Based off this post.

It was only 9am and already it had been the kind of day that made Clarke hate everything. Literally everything. Even things like chocolate and puppies. Okay, maybe not puppies. But everything else, she hated. She was in one of those (what did Wells call them?) sneaky hate spirals. Just full on hurtling down into the oblivion of irrational grouchiness, without even a fraction of the willpower needed to pull herself back into the realm of maturity and adulthood. She hated maturity and adulthood anyway.

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