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So I got to a certain chapter in Blue Sky….

A "Brief" Story about my time at Markiplier's You're Welcome Tour

To say that me and my family were excited would be an understatement. We were ecstatic. We live in Austin, Texas, and this morning we drove 4 hours, checked into a hotel and had VIP tickets.

My mom and I were a little nervous because my younger brother has trouble in crowded spaces and loud noises. He’s autistic.

All his life the only thing he’s really been passionate about is Video Games, or technology in general. He doesn’t talk to us much, or anyone really. In fact, he only really talks to me when it’s about Mark and youtube/games. But that changes tonight at your show.

I have never, EVER, seen my baby brother so happy. When we went to get our merch packs we freaked out over Kathryn and Amy being there. My brother, though high functioning on the spectrum, was being quite obvious that he was special needs. Which isn’t wrong at all, but can throw people off. And let me tel you a thing about Amy.

I didn’t think it was possible to love her more and then I saw how she was with my brother. Despite him acting what most would deem “weird” she didn’t even blink an eye, gave him a hug and took a picture. And that made his day.

And then this show. It was fantastic and energetic and so damn funny! I don’t wanna spoil anything about it for those who haven’t seen it.

But my brother. He screamed with the crowd, he talked proudly. He was enthusiastic and engaged and so passionate and happy. He was so happy. Though he didn’t get picked from the crowd, for once in his life, he was ready to stand in front of hundreds of people and talk. All because he was there with you guys.

I’ve always loved Mark, Bob, Wade, Tyler and Ethan. I always will. For my own personnel reasons. They inspired me to save myself in the darkest of times. They’ve made my life happier and better. But I didn’t realize it was possible
to love you more. Thank you. Thank you so so so much. For bringing such joy to all audiences.

You’re amazing. And we love you.

@markiplier @crankgameplays

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This is actually the most heartbreaking thing ever 💔💔💔💔💔 

They both had baggage and they both wanted to help each other to carry that baggage. 

Thorns

Based on this AU


“I think she’s going to be fine.”

There was something strangely soothing about that low, cautious tone he used with her - it was almost like he was trying to placate a wild, frightened animal that was caught in a trap. Every movement, touch, curious question was shy and careful, designed to keep her close and not drive her away. Raven’s heart turned over in her chest, not quite picking up speed, but certainly not immune to the feelings she was having. Slowly, she lifted her eyes and watched as his dirt-covered fingers reached out and stroked one of the white petals of the rosebush. It trembled under his touch, as if trying to get used to a new environment, but still wanting to draw near to him - like her.

“I think she’ll like it here… next to your mother, I mean.”

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these violent delights

i didn’t always hate isaac. i think i might’ve loved him once. (angst/smut)


The sex got better after we broke up.

I don’t know what kicked Isaac into gear, but for me, it was the anger. There’s just something about anger that makes you wanna dig your nails into a boy’s shoulders while he grips your thighs and slams into you, rough and unforgiving. We didn’t have any of that when we were dating, just timid touches and occasional, barely there orgasms. Maybe there’s something about hating a person that makes you crave their submission, that makes you demand your own release, over and over until you collapse because your body never learned how to handle all of it.

I didn’t always hate Isaac. I think I might’ve loved him once. We were friends before we became something more. But four months into dating, I turned the hallway at school one day to see him kissing another girl. The worst part wasn’t even that he had cheated; I almost expected that. Our relationship was hitting a plateau and things were becoming very vanilla, to put it concisely. The sparks from the initial flirting, the will-they-won’t-they stage, had fizzled out, and something had to give. I just didn’t expect Isaac to give it to another girl, shove his tongue down her throat, at school, where he knew others could see him, where he knew I could see them.

Looking back, I think he was trying to get caught. By that point, people already knew we were together, and what stung the most was the embarrassment. He hurt me so publicly. I don’t think I would’ve gotten that mad if Isaac had cheated on me privately, then dumped me. I probably would have forgiven him if he had confessed, direct and forthright, that he’d been with someone else. Honesty takes courage, but he’d taken the easy way out.

I told him we were done over a text, the one I sent him before I blocked his number. I could be cold too.

The pack figured out what he had done. Stiles was more vicious towards Isaac than usual. Even Scott, who usually defended Isaac, had distanced himself. Everyone huddled around me, and Lydia wouldn’t let me out of her sight in fear that being alone would make me depressed. They all tried to comfort me, even Derek, who usually liked to stay out of our, as he so lovingly put it, “teen soap opera.” I pushed them all away and at night, I cried quietly into my pillow. The last thing I needed was pity.

The first pack meeting after the fallout was uncomfortable, to say the least. It was a week after the fact. Seven days later, I finally saw Isaac, walking in with his head down, hands in his pockets, shoulders slumped. An unnerving tension had settled over the group. He sat on the opposite side of the room from me. I excused myself to leave early, and I promised myself that was the last time I’d ever let him make me feel small.

What I didn’t expect was that two weeks later, he’d slip noiselessly through my bedroom window and demand that I drop what I was doing so we could “talk things out.”

“I have nothing to say to you,” I said with measured restraint. I draped my hair over my face so he couldn’t see me clenching my jaw, gripping my pencil so tight the wood creaked.

“I know when you’re lying to me.”

“Congrats. Do you know when you’ve crossed a boundary? Because that’s what you’re doing right now. You can’t just sneak into my room and expect me to drop the world for you. We’re not…” Together anymore, I wanted to say, but I choked on the words. “Just, get out.”

“No. I can’t do this anymore, it’s driving me insane. You can’t keep ignoring my texts and calls. We can’t keep avoiding each other at school, pretending we don’t know each other. We can’t keep making our friends choose sides between us. We used to be able to talk–”

“But that was before, wasn’t it?” I interrupted bitingly. I turned around to face him, and it became obvious why he’d gone to such drastic measures to get through to me. He was a mess. His typical combed down curly hair was in disarray. Instead of his usual expensive sweater, cardigan, scarf, and pressed pants combo, he was wearing a faded old red Coca Cola t-shirt and ripped jeans. His eyes looked sunken and for the first time, his face was unshaven. His beard wasn’t combed and neat like Derek’s. It was patchy and the hair stuck out in all different directions. I knew I should’ve felt bad for him, but honestly, I was just glad he was suffering too. I inhaled. “Fine. You want to talk, then talk.”

Isaac sighed a deep tired sigh, and my leg twitched automatically. There was a time I would have leapt across the room and thrown my arms around his drooped shoulders at the first sign that he was distressed, but things were different now. I stayed put.

He sat down at the edge of my bed and tiredly rubbed his eye. “I just… I miss you.”

I blinked. “Fuck you.”

Isaac’s head whipped up. “What?”

I stood up and walked towards him slowly. “I said, fuck you. Fuck you for everything.” Isaac was on his feet, towering over me with his height. “Fuck you for everything you did, for cheating on me, kissing another girl in front of everyone, for embarrassing me,” I sneered. I was closing in on him now, and I had no idea what I was going to say or do next, but Isaac had triggered weeks of repressed anger and pain and I wasn’t going to let him waltz back into my life with three little words. “Fuck you for telling me you loved me, letting me believe things were great, then throwing everything in my face…” My voice was cracking, lip trembling, eyes brimming with tiny droplets of moisture, but I didn’t care.

Isaac scoffed. “You can’t seriously be telling me you thought everything was great. I know you felt it too. Things between us weren’t… okay anymore.”

I furiously brushed away a tear I didn’t realize had fallen. “So that makes it okay for you to cheat on me?”

“Of course not, but I didn’t know what else to do. I couldn’t tell you to your face that I thought we should break up because… well, it’s you.”

“It’s me? The fuck do you care about me?” I chuckled mirthlessly. “Fine. I’m sorry you felt so trapped by me that you had to cheat on me in front of the whole school to get me to break up with you.”

“Look, I’m not proud of what I did, but it wasn’t working with us! You know that. You know we were falling apart. But okay, fine. I’m a terrible person, I’m sorry I screw everything up–”

“Don’t give me that bullshit. Don’t act like you didn’t have control over your actions, like screwing me over was inevitable. Take some accountability for what you did, for sticking your tongue down that girl’s throat–oh. You know what? You really wanna talk? Let’s talk about her.”

Isaac sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. He looked down. “Come on. I really don’t want to talk about her.”

“Why not? She must be really important for you to ruin everything we had. I don’t even wanna know her name, or how long you were seeing her. I just wanna know one thing: how was she?”

“H-how was she?” he stuttered.

“Yeah, how was she?” I repeated slowly. “I wanna know, was she good? Was she mind-blowing? Was she everything you never got from me?” Isaac closed his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, like the petulant stubborn child he’d become. “Come on, Isaac. It’s the least you could do to answer me. Just tell me, did she put it down real nice for you, did she touch you just right? Did she spread her legs for you whenever you wanted? Did she let you inside her raw? Did she let you come inside her?” At this point, Isaac couldn’t take the heat, and he turned away. His cheeks were pink now, and beads of sweat glistened on his forehead. “I just wanna know, you know, because I need some tips. Maybe it’ll help me keep my man next time.”

“Stop,” Isaac gritted through his teeth. “That’s not why.”

“Obviously it is.” I roughly cupped his chin and forced him to look at me. “At least do me the courtesy of telling me the truth. Just tell me, you left because I wasn’t good enough. Tell me I wasn’t hot enough, tell me I wasn’t sexy enough for you. Tell me you didn’t want me.”

Isaac knocked my hand away. “Didn’t want you?” He ran his fingers through his messy hair in frustration. Now he was stalking towards me, slowly walking me backwards. “Shit, this is exactly why we didn’t work. We must’ve been in completely different words if you think I didn’t want you. I wanted you so much that it killed me that things were falling apart. Before we got together, you were all I thought about, but the moment we became official, something changed. I know you felt it too, the sudden awkwardness. We didn’t know how–we didn’t know who to be around each other after we became more than friends. You know that.” I shrugged noncommittally. There was truth in his retort, but I wasn’t going to tell him he was right. He’d backed me against my desk. His hands rested on the table on either side of me, trapping me in his space. “It still kills me that you think I didn’t want you, but that’s my fault. I didn’t tell you, did I?” he said softly.

“Tell me what?” I mumbled.

Isaac smirked, a dangerous turn in his mouth that sent shivers down my spine. He hadn’t look at me like this in a long time, not since before we were together, when I used to catch him smiling at me the same way. “I didn’t tell you how fucking sexy you are, baby. I didn’t tell you I had to fight to keep my hands off you, how I had to do fucking breathing exercises to refrain from having my way with you in dressing rooms when you tried on clothes for me…” Isaac leaned down and placed his mouth on my bare shoulder, brushed his lips against my collarbone. His hot breath fanned over my pulse point. “I didn’t tell you I can still hear your sweet little moans when I go to bed, never told you how fucking cute you are, how much I loved touching your beautiful tits, grabbing your ass. I still remember what you taste like, and you used to get so wet for me. If I could, I’d show you right now how much I want you, darling…” His mouth moved to my throat. He wasn’t kissing me exactly, just puckering his lips slightly, occasionally grazing my sensitive flesh with teeth.

I didn’t know if it was his intention all along to sneak into my bedroom and seduce me with dirty talk, this delicious filth he’d never uttered to me before. Maybe everything he’d ever told me had been a lie. Before, I trusted him completely, blindly believed everything. Now, the trust was lost, replaced by an aching desire, a painful longing for something I felt I deserved, reparations for the happiness he took from me. I was finally going to get mine.

“If you want me so bad, then prove it.” Gripping the curls at the back of his head, I pulled him away from my neck and slammed my mouth to his. We never kissed like this before. I remember our kisses used to be so sweet, so tender, so hesitant.

There was none of that now. Isaac’s hands left my desk and immediately found my waist, pulling me closer. His lips moved against mine hungrily, bruisingly. And then his hands were sliding down my sides. His fingers skimmed my ass briefly before gripping under my thighs. In an unexpected swoop, he’d scooped me up and placed me on my desk. My legs wrapped around his waist and my ankles locked together. Our bodies were aligned and I could feel his swollen arousal against my hip.

With newfound bravado, I slid my hand into his waistband and wrapped my fist around him, pumping him gently. Isaac growled lowly into my mouth and bit down on my bottom lip and tugged. I tasted blood. While I was occupied with jerking him off, he lifted the hem of my shirt and peeled it over my head, leaving me bare. His mouth attached to one of my pert nipples, his hand massaging the other. I arched my back to give him more access. He worked me with his tongue, swirled it around my sensitive bud, then kitten licked the tip. My toes curled and I used my legs to pull him closer into my center where I needed him most.

“Wait,” I panted. “Isaac, wait.”

He pulled away. “What is it?”

“Bed. Now.”

He certainly had no qualms with that. He scooped me up and carried me bridal style, then threw me on my mattress like I weighed nothing. I didn’t usually like being picked up, but there was something about when Isaac did it. I felt small, but safe in his arms. I guess before he thought I was too fragile, too human to be man-handled. If only he’d been tossing me around like this the whole time. He should’ve known I wasn’t breakable, and I planned on showing him just how unbreakable I really was.

Isaac took off his shirt, then peeled his pants down his legs. Left only in his black Calvin Kleins, he climbed onto my bed, moving to straddle me, but I had other plans. When he leaned down to reattach our lips, I shoved him backwards and pushed him down so he laid flat. I pinned down his wrists on either side of him and positioned my entrance over his semi. My shorts and his boxers still separated us, provided just enough friction to drive him mad.

Attaching my lips to his jaw, I moved my hips, swayed back and forth. Isaac whispered a strangled “f-fuck…” and I sped up my movements. I trailed my mouth down his neck, sucked harshly on his goosebumped flesh when he started to quiver. And that was my revenge: I’d take him to the brink of pleasure, then pull away, stop completely right before he was about to get what he wanted.

After the third time I blue-balled him, he had enough. Isaac released one hand from my hold and gripped my hair. He pulled me upwards and glared witheringly.

I smirked. “What is it?” I asked innocently.

“Cut the bullshit. What are you doing?”

“Aw, did you think I’d make this easy for you, baby?” I broke free from his grip and took hold of his fingers. I moved them down my abdomen and shoved them inside my underwear. His fingers curved naturally against my wetness. “Did you think you could just skip into my room, whisper some filth into my ears, and sweet talk your way into getting your dick wet?” His mouth opened slightly and he stared at me with confusion. I smiled. “What’s wrong? You look surprised.” I gently touched his cheek, stroked his hot skin. This jolted him into action and he began stroking my folds. “When you said you missed me, did you really mean me, or this? Did you miss my pussy, did you miss touching me, playing with me?” I gasped as his fingers worked me. “You can feel how wet I am, how warm it is inside. Did you miss spreading my pussy open like you’re doing right now? Did you–ah!–did you miss, miss playing with my clit between your fingers… just like that…” Isaac rolled my clit under his finger, quicker now. “Fuck, right there, don’t stop, oh god…” The tension coiling under my belly snapped, and I came with my head thrown back, unintelligible curses spilling from my lips.

I stayed straddling Isaac, breathing heavy to recover. I shuddered when Isaac pulled his fingers out and brushed them briefly against my overstimulated bundle of nerves. He dipped his fingers into his mouth, the movement sticky and slow and unlike anything he’d done before. “That was… new.”

I chuckled, then noticed the outline of his erection against his underwear. “Oh, look at you, all hard and big with nowhere to go,” I cooed. I folded down his underwear and discarded them. His cock bounced back and hit his stomach. My own arousal crept back, awakened by the sight of the prominent ridge that ran along his member. I reached out and wrapped my fist around his hardened shaft, swiveling my fist painstakingly slow, a torturous pace that I knew would drive him crazy.

“Come on, please,” Isaac whimpered. “I can’t hold on, I don’t think I can hold on…”

“But you’re going to, aren’t you? Because you’re not leaving here without what you came for, isn’t that right? Tell me why you came here, because it sure as hell wasn’t just to talk.”

“I…” When he hesitated to explain himself, I removed my hand and made to unstraddle his legs. “Wait, shit–fine. Don’t… don’t go. I came here because I wanted… this.” Isaac gripped my thighs and rubbed them, and brought my knees closer to his sides. “I really did want to clear the air, but… Amy–the other girl–I couldn’t do it with her,” he said quietly.

I raised an eyebrow. “Couldn’t do it? Oh, wait, do you mean you couldn’t get it up?” I kept my expression neutral, but I was drinking celebratory champagne in my head. Things may have been dry between me and Isaac, but at least I didn’t cause him erectile dysfunction.

“Yeah. I just kept thinking about you.”

“So after everything you did, you still came back into my life, because your other girl couldn’t get you off?” Isaac stayed mute. I shook my head disbelievingly. “You know something, Isaac?” I maneuvered my shorts off and positioned Isaac’s cock at my entrance. I was already wet again, lips open and ready to take him in. “I  hate you,” I groaned as I slid down, taking him in all the way to the base. Isaac shuddered as my warmth sheathed around him, and bracing my hands on his stomach, I pushed off again and again, fucked him the way he used to fuck me. Well, not exactly the way he used to; this was way better. I’d never even been on top before, too afraid to mess up, too afraid I wasn’t strong enough or sexy enough to be seen from underneath like this. I never knew how thrilling it could be to have control. “I hate you so much, Isaac. You’re such a fucking asshole,” I said breathlessly. And then I rolled my hips and rode his dick like a hot wave.

“Fuck, that’s so good,” Isaac grunted.

“You like that?” Isaac responded with a resounding smack against my ass, the sting from which he rubbed away. “You like it when I fuck you like this? You still thinking about Amy, or whatever her name is?” Isaac’s eyes were screwed shut, but I wanted him to see me. “Open your eyes, baby. I want you to see exactly who you hurt.” I leaned down so he could stare into my eyes as I unraveled him, stroke by stroke. Then, I kissed him, slow and deep, all tongues and teeth. He gripped my hips and held me still when my movements started to falter. I was close again. Isaac came first with stuttering hips. I remember before when he always used to make sure I was first, ever the gentleman. Now, he thrusted his semi into me, pumped as much as he could and played with my clit until I came for the second time.

My body couldn’t support itself upright anymore and I collapsed on the mattress beside him. No words were spoken in the aftermath. Minutes later, my heartbeat returned to its resting rate. There was nothing more I wanted from Isaac–at least not that night.

Somehow, I knew things would never really be over between us.

Even after all the pain and self-loathing he caused me, it became clear that this wouldn’t be the last time I opened my legs for him. The shame and disgust settled in.

I wanted to tell him to leave. I just didn’t have the energy to speak. 

Isaac saved me the trouble because he was already getting out of bed. I watched his naked body shuffle around my room, locating and putting on various items of clothing. He lingered by my window. 

“I don’t think I ever stopped loving you,” he said softly.

I chuckled emotionlessly and stared blankly at the ceiling.

“I don’t think I care.” 

He tapped his fingers on my windowsill. “I’ll come by tomorrow night, then?” 

“See you then.”


to be continued.

blitzdrake  asked:

Everytime I see your "I will be Derek's second husband." "What happened to his first?" "Nothing you can prove." I just crack up again and again. But lately instead of just laughing...I WANT that story! promise me you'll tell me if someone ever writes Dexter style Murder!Husband Stiles who offed Derek's first abusive/evil (Kate Argent in Male form) husband. 'Cause I'd READ that so many times.

im sorry for posting this instead of answering privately but YES I WANT THAT TOO so here’s to all sterek writers out there… please?????????

Let me throw this out there:

Werewolves still are a thing, Stiles doesn’t know about them tho, and he thinks kate’s just a bitch, but he’s the best at what he does (american assassin style yo!) but he’s also a romantic daydreamer (thanks mom claudia, who was sick and that’s how he got so young at his line of work, but now she’s cured but she doesn’t know and money’s good so… don’t judge him), and the superhot neighbor, who owns the bakery with stiles favorite coffee and pastries, takes all the abuse his “wife” lashes out on him…. So Stiles takes to take revenge when he overhears kate electrocuting Derek, he researches everything,keeps record of every single thing, about the network she has to keep derek trapped and all his family targeted, and he starts planning, and he freaking lures Kate and her men into a trap, his masterpiece scott called it, and gets Derek his freedom, even if he knows he can’t reveal what he did, but Derek doesn’t leave him alone (because hello, he know stiles is lying but he can’t prove anything)… and at the end they are together, with 5 kids, and Scott’s speech wedding starts with “the first thing Stiles said about Derek was “in 20 years, he’d be Derek’s second husband” and when I asked “what happened to the first?” he said “nothing we could prove” and it only took him 8 years, so they still have 12 to go”

It wasn’t until a week later when Shirayuki finally managed to convince Obi that they should make the long drive into Albuquerque for sushi (immediately followed by barbecue at his request). Except somewhere around noon she received an apologetic text that he was caught up with an emergency repair for a client that was willing to pay him double-time, and he would be stuck at the shop until midnight more than likely. Her face fell and she looked up from her phone to her field notes and back again, chewing on her lower lip.

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Important things to keep in mind about the Ghost drama

So I had some late night thoughts… and im itching to get it out.
Now let’s re-evaluate this lawsuit drama. Let’s take the lawsuit out of the equation and look at things more objectively.

Let me start off with throwing in my unpopular opinion (trust me, just read this post thoroughly):

I honestly don’t have the best impression of Alpha. I think he’s unprofessional and naive (his musical talent doesn’t apply here)

1) Ghost’s IG maintains a strict and specific format on each post revolving around the band’s activities. So what did Alpha do? He posted a photo of him getting his wisdom tooth removed by his wife on the band’s Instagram.
When I first saw Alpha’s photo, I honestly thought he meant to post it on his personal profile. But the caption intended it to be otherwise (it was signed off as Alpha)
Like how was this relevant to the band’s music? Were you just trying to show off your super hot wife?? ¿¿¿ I personally don’t get it. I got it now, he used his band’s exposure to promote his wife’s business. How professional 🙄

2) He took advantage of Ghost fans to hurt Papa and the new Ghouls by airing their personal private drama on his Facebook account. All it did was divide our community apart. A community that him and his band mates created. All I got from that fb post was how his drama serves more importance than the well being of his fans/community

3) Alpha’s whole new PRIEST project: The masked leader, the cult like image that shares similar qualities to Ghost. It’s a different genre for sure, but it doesn’t change the fact that it does share its similarities to the band. It screams passive aggression to me. 
I can’t help but to think that he’s petty how he’s not getting the recognition as he did in Ghost. And now he’s trying to gain sympathy from his Ghost fans in hopes that they’ll abandon Ghost and check out his new project instead (Which is working in very small numbers)
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Now let’s take us back to a few months after the Ghouls were let go:
Maybe his past band mates felt used and now they’re finding an excuse to get their revenge on Papa for firing them.
WHICHHHH BRINGS ME TO A POINT…

*I believe that Ghost was intended to be a solo act from the very start. *

If you look at the band from a visual pov, Papa has always been the spokesperson/face of Ghost. You think of Ghost, you think of Papa first. 
I can see/interpret how the Ghouls’ presence were initially used to strengthen that cult-like image to band, which is fair and a smart business decision to attract an audience. It’s unique, it’s bold, it’s loud, and it’s a head-turner (Insert their red carpet Grammy videos)

Now somewhere along the way, the Ghouls started to catch the attention of the audience because of their strong stage/media presence (Think of it as Gru and his minions from Despicable Me. Gru might be the main character, but those cute ass minions caught the heart of many as well)
And maybe Papa wasn’t okay with that and it’s not what he wanted when he wanted to become a solo act.
Since The Ghouls agreed that he would be the band leader, Papa can do whatever he pleases with them.

So Papa, why not just hire random musicians/stand ins if you wanted to go solo in the first place?

1) Renting musicians aren’t cheap, especially if they charge x amount of personal rate/show. It’s better to start off with a bunch of close friends and settle in on an agreement than having to comply to a rented musician’s compensation . You’ll have to deal with more legal paperwork and later on someone will always want to demand more money or exposure.

#2) It takes money to make money. If you take a look at their costume designs and their set designs on stage, it takes up a lot of artistic design components. 
Costume designers/Set designers don’t come in cheap. At all. Now imagine having to pay for those bills when you’re a relatively small band? We’ve had 3 Papas with 4 different costumes and 2-3 Ghoul costume designs for each band member. That’s at least 6 different costume designs. Normally, rock bands just wear store bought clothing (most of them are normally sponsored by the brand) but since Ghost has such a strong/specific visual image that they can’t get away with your seasonal Halloween attire. It’s crucial for them to invest in more money into this area because that’s one of the main reasons why they got famous in the first place.

So being in this type of band, it won’t have the greatest starting salary when you’re constantly paying off those bills. I won’t be surprised if they were still in debt within the first couple of years of touring.

At the end of the day, if this whole theory is true, then I get why they’re mad at Papa. I would get why Omega isn’t suing him because maybe he saw Papa’s true intentions and didn’t agree with it? And maybe he still wants Papa to come back to MCC if Ghost decides to disband after this feud, and not let a lawsuit cut ties on what’s left of their friendship?
(All of this is based off of my assumptions so don’t rely on me as a solid source.)

TBH I just want some objectivity brought into light because I’m seeing a lot of blinded/biased judgement. It really does hurt to see this community being divided by Alpha’s reckless Facebook post.

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“So there I was,” Jaegar goes on, swaying the cut of his sword dangerously close to Dal’s nose, “not much older than you - taller, yes, but not much older - when Captain Colt was dragging me out of some back alley and back half across the camp - one hand around my neck and the other around my nuts, if you know what I mean.”

“Yeah,” Dal answers immediately, even though no, he has no idea. But after half a year in Jaegar’s company he found out it’s better to let some things slide.

“So, the old Colt throws me right into the mud and starts to go on about how I’m a disgrace and how he should have left me for the Alliance. He makes a big speech, like really really big and the other soldiers start to laugh all in god humour. Damn good times I tell you. That was all before the Prince joined of course-”

Vinchris coughs loud enough to interrupt him and continues to jab a wet branch into the bonfire.

Jaegar waves the warning off with his sword. The blade flickers bright orange, then red. “Don’t be such a puss, Vin. The Prince ’s already asleep. Anyway, Dal, I tell you if this doesn’t kill you and the men don’t scare you off, this is the right place for you. Look at me, I’m still here.”

“Where else should you be?” Vinchris asks, but it sounds not like a question at all.

Jaegar take the whetstone and continues to swipe it down the blade. “The Company is family. They’re about the only place who will take a bastard like me. That’s just how things are.”

Vinchris stabs the branch into the fire with more force than necessary. The story is over.

“I didn’t know you were a bastard,” Dal says after a while.

“You don’t see me flinging a surname around, do you?” Jaegar laughs, but the sound is hollow from the pain inside of him. “I’m about as much a bastard as the Prince is.”

“Wait the Prince -”

Vinchris cuts them off with another warning cough. The scar around his throat flickers in and out of visor with the dancing flames.

They keep listening to the slow whistles that the whetstone leaves on the blade and the cackle of the fire between their feet.

“I think I understand,” Dal eventually says.

“He’s one of us now,” Jaegar jokes. “Fucking Bastard.“

It startles Dal enough to cut sharp into a laugh.

He hasn’t laughed since Thy.

It hurts worse than all the times before.

Touch Therapy

Prompt: Either Bucky or Tony is very shy when thi[n]gs turn towards cuddling,kissing,nudity,sex and the other helps them overcome it 

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I took it and ran with it, sorry not sorry

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The first time Steve tried to talk to him about Bucky, Tony just stared at him over the rim of his coffee cup until he got the picture and walked away.  But later, when Tony was dragging himself up the stairs after forty straight hours in the lab, he saw Bucky curled up on the couch, all but hidden in baggy clothes and staring into the darkness.

“JARVIS, see if he wants to watch something on TV,” Tony said as he fell into bed, fully dressed.

“Yes, sir. Any suggestions?”

“I don’t know.” What would a traumatized amnesic supersoldier want to watch? Documentaries? Cooking shows? “Put on that show with the rescue dogs and the inmates,” Tony said finally, and passed out without hearing JARVIS answer.

Six hours later a breakthrough idea for the lab had him rolling out of bed and heading back down the stairs.  Passing by the living room, he paused when he saw that Bucky was still watching television in almost exactly the same spot.  He came around the couch and saw that it was also the same show.

“Was the dog show your idea?” Bucky rumbled from the hidden depths of his hoodie.

“Do you like it?  Ready for a dog now?” Tony tested the temperature of the pot of coffee in the kitchen and put it in the microwave.

“Sure.”

 “Alright, you don’t stab anyone and one of these days I’ll find you the ugliest mutt in New York. Deal?”

Tony felt a smile pulling at his lips when he heard the surprised laugh coming from the direction of the couch.  “Deal.”

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(Target is killing me. The baby section of Target is killing me. The fact that Target is already advertising bathing suits in mid February is killing me.)
(Have some ‘A One Time Thing’ fun.)

It’s almost comical, how many of Aidan’s clothes have anchors or ships or fish or whales on them. It’s adorable, too - though, she can’t decide what she likes more: how cute her kid looks in his nautical outfits, or how cute Killian looks when he either points another one out when they’re browsing the aisles, or when he just brings something home. (“Look at this!”) 

But this - 

This was unexpected. 

“It’s April." 

"I know." 

"The snow hasn’t fully melted yet.”

“I noticed that." 

"Swim wear? Really?" 

"He’ll need to learn to swim." 

Which is true. Henry’s always loved the water, and given this kid’s father, he’ll probably be a water baby, too. (He loves bath time as it is.) 

"Still, he’s not gonna need it yet." 

Killian shrugs. 

"We’re prepared, in any case." 

Captain Adorable - honestly

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But I will make you a promise: it will end here, in this room, right now.

anonymous asked:

Onew isn’t the luckiest person, is he? There was something severe almost every year: his teeth injury (Juliette), the mysterious break (Sherlock), neck injury (Everybody), throat surgery, twisted ankle. When things finally started to look promising, he got drunk and did something seriously damaging to his career. I’m like: Hey Universe, this is a really sincere and hardworking guy who just wants to sing, eat and sleep. And maybe be loved if that isn’t too much to ask for. Give him a break!

Sorry for the late reply. I’d like to make a bad joke about how Taemin’s comeback gave me a fever because essentially I fell sick the night his MV dropped, but let’s not go blaming the poor boy now.

But yes, I don’t know what life has against Jinki but they need to cut him a break. Maybe life is just jealous that despite all his little quirky imperfections, he is so loved - and even his imperfections are loved. It makes me mad to think that even before his vocal surgery, many professionals have commented on his techniques mostly saying he supports well and doesn’t strain his voice and yet he is the one who despite doing everything right, have to undergo surgery. Of course I wouldn’t wish it upon anyone else, but why Jinki who have been taking care of his voice all these time?

Once may be an accident - Singing in the Rain Musical
Twice may be a coincidence - Taking Don’t Let Me Go away from him/minho (although Minho did mainly the rap even in the duet version according to them)
Thrice? I’m onto you, unknown forces who are bullying our Jinki 😒

We may just be fans but like this is a genuine guy, who by the people around him is described as humble, respectful, kind, considerate, all the nice descriptions they have for him. Let him be happy, he deserves it especially after having spread joy to thousands, millions around the globe.

Edit: AND TO ADD ON. THE ONE TIME HE DOES SCREW UP THE MEDIA DECIDES TO DO HIM BADLY. HIS NAME WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO BE OUT. HE WOULD BE DOING ACTIVITIES (AT LEAST COMPLETING THE ONES ALREADY SCHEDULED) RIGHT NOW WERE IT NOT FOR THE DAMNED NEWS PLATFORMS THAT RELEASED HIS NAME BEFORE ANYTHING WAS CONFIRMED. IF THERE IS ANYONE IM UPSET OVER FOR THIS CASE, IT IS DEFINITELY THE MEDIA. YES HE SCREWED UP, BUT NOT TO THE EXTENT THAT HE DESERVED THIS AMOUNT OF BACKLASH.

I love when my parents are gone because I can do all these things they won’t let me normally like throw out spoiled food and clean the bathroom and get food whenever I want to and sleep however much I need to without feeling guilty and grab a new set of sheets from the linen closet. How fucked up is that? Sometimes I don’t realize how fucked up it is until they’re not here

So that whole ‘Spider-Man is about youth’ thing

I know some people place a shitton of stock into the words of the professionals so let me just throw a few things at you.


Peter David is one of, possibly the, most accomplished writer under Marvel’s employ in terms of the breadth and acclaim garnered by his bibliography. This includes the critically acclaimed Death of Jean DeWolff storyline and the fan favourite Spider-Man 2099 series, which is about a very much ADULT character who is the Spider-Man of his timeline. He doesn’t think Spider-Man is about youth or that there is anything wrong with him being married. In fact he stated that the series as a whole spinning its wheels from the time of the Master Planner Trilogy up until the marriage when something really different happened. He began reading Spider-Man at some point before the original publication of Amazing Spider-Man #100 back in the early 1970s.

J.M. DeMatteis has written both critically acclaimed Spider-Man stories and stories which are the most layered and dense in terms of their theme and depth of human psychology. This has included the iconic Kraven’s Last Hunt. He also does not think Spider-Man is about youth or that he should not be married. In fact he made the marriage a vital part of his most revered storyline and utilized it a lot in his various other stories. He began reading Spider-Man at some point during the original John Romita Senior run of Spider-Man.

Tom DeFalco is former Editor-in-Chief of Marvel comics, former editor of Spider-Man, has written a very well regarded and vitally important run of Amazing Spider-Man in the 1980s and followed that up with two more runs (on Spectacular and Amazing Spider-Man) in the 1990s before embarking on a near (unbroken) 150 issue long run on fan favourite Spider-Girl. The latter by the way is currently the longest running (at least without substantial gaps) Spider-Man spin-off character and also the female Marvel character who’s had the most consistently longest running solo title ever.

 He is also the author of the well reviewed 2001 book ‘Spider-Man the Ultimate Guide’ which was for it’s time the single most comprehensive information book about Spider-Man ever published. During his tenure as writer of Amazing Spider-Man he and Ron Frenz he established Mary Jane Watson as knowing Spider-Man’s secret identity and introduced readers to Spidey’s black costume, later establishing it as an alien symbiote. These and other elements from his run have made their way into other media and been constants in the Spider-Man series ever since.

Tom DeFalco has inferred on more than one occasion that his favourite era of Spider-Man was when Spider-Man was in High School. This makes a certain amount of sense because he first began reading Spider-Man in the early 1960s…specifically with Amazing Fantasy #15.

But did you know that Tom DeFalco ALSO doesn’t think Spider-Man is about youth. In fact he once specifically said Spider-Man isn’t about youth but responsibility, going on to say that the more responsibility Spider-Man has the more interesting the character is. When Spider-Man was originally married in the 1980s Tom DeFalco was against it…at first. He then changed his mind and became one of its biggest champion among other Marvel creators. 

Tom DeFalco’s disbelief in the ideas that Spider-Man is about youth and that the marriage was antithetical to the character are evident in the fact that he proposed and implemented a storyline intended to make Spider-Man a parent and his creation of Spider-Girl (Peter Parker’s daughter) was partially done as a fulfillment of this idea.


Finally there is another Marvel creator to be discussed.

His name is Stan Lee.

Stan Lee is the co-creator  of Spider-Man. He also co-created the Fantastic Four, the Incredible Hulk, Iron Man, the Mighty Thor, Ant-Man, the Wasp, the Avengers and many other Marvel characters and properties which have endured to this very day.

His Spider-Man credits include literally the first 100 issues of Amazing Spider-Man, Amazing Fantasy #15, and various Spider-Man annuals.

Within those issues are stories which are regarded as undeniably the most iconic in Spider-Man’s history and the unquestionably most adapted source material for various Spider-Man media adaptations.

They include:

The origin of the character adapted and referenced in…pretty much every film and TV show about the character

The Master Planner Trilogy, regarded by many as the greatest Spider-Man story of all time. It inspired parts of the Playstation game Spider-Man 2000 and an episode of the Spectacular Spider-Man Animated Series, both of which were critically acclaimed.

Amazing Spider-Man #42 the introduction of Spider-Man’s most famous love interest Mary Jane, an introduction so iconic it’s been homaged, parodied and referenced ad infinitum and adapted into two different cartoon shows

Spider-Man No More which once again has been referenced numerous times in various comics and other media (Marvel affiliated or otherwise) due to how iconic it is and was the major inspiration for Spider-Man 2, regarded as the best Spider-Man film of all time as well as at the time one of the best superhero/comic book films of all time.

Stan Lee for a number of years also wrote the Amazing Spider-Man Newspaper Strip which has remained in syndication ever since.


Stan Lee has to my knowledge NEVER  claimed Spider-Man is about youth.

It was in Stan Lee’s run that Spider-Man AGED  to the point where he graduated high school and attended college. 

In a letters page Stan Lee in response to a statement about Spider-Man’s hypothetical child joked that the character wasn’t even married yet.

During Stan Lee’s run Peter Parker considered proposing to his girlfriend Betty Brant in only issue #30 of the series. Much later around issue #100 Peter was seriously considering marrying his girlfriend Gwen Stacy and was making plans for the sake of that future.

Stan Lee has gone on record numerous times that he created Gwen Stacy to be Peter’s ultimate love interest and because he believed she’d make the perfect wife for him.

Int he 1980s Stan Lee when asked by a fan if Peter and Mary Jane could get married opted to make that happen in the Newspaper strip and inquired about making it happen in the comics too.

Before the abolition of the marriage in the comics, Stan Lee in an interview was asked if he felt that Spider-Man being married in any way negatively affected the character. He didn’t feel that was the case.

After the marriage was abandoned in the main comics universe the newspaper strip did the same thing…temporarily. It eventually went back to featuring a married Spider-Man and has remained so ever since.


Now…call me crazy…but it seems to me that all of that would seem to possibly imply that maybe…just maybe…

SPIDER-MAN ISN’T SUPPOSED TO BE ABOUT FUCKING YOUTH!!!!!!!!

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HI T, @taylorswift!

My name is Martina, I am 22 (I don’t know about you !!! ✨) and I come from Italy. 🇮🇹
I am extremely awkward, and I love you SO SO SOOO much!!! I also happen to have a crazy obsession with Snapchat filters and emojis 😂💁🏻
I was reflecting on all the amazing things you have taught me through the years, and thought I would list them for you!! If you ever stumble upon this post (is stumble upon even English?) thank you so much for looking at it and hopefully reading it!! ❤️🙏🏻😭

1. ENGLISH: I only knew how to say the words “hello”, “chocolate” (never visit a foreign country without knowing how to say chocolate) and “giraffe”, and maybe something else. Now I can make ok sentences and that is all because of the wonderful lyrical genius you are!!!

2. BAKING 🍪: I had never baked before you started posting pics of your perfect looking cookies!! I now make all sorts of cookies, brownies, cakes and cinnamon rolls. Bakers gonna bake 👌🏻

3. GUITAR PLAYING: When I was a little girl, my mom would occasionally give me piano lessons and I would sit at the corner of my room, facing the wall, knowing that no one could see me that way, and sing my heart out! A few years ago, before listening to Tim McGraw for the first time, my aunt gifted me a 🎸 guitar. I put it in my wardrobe and only took it out after listening to the songs. It was love at first sight! 💘

4. SONGWRITING 🎼🎼🎼: I now put my feelings into words, and turn them into music, just like you do. Well you do it 10000x better than I do. But practice practice practice.. ✨

5. I AM A CAT PERSON! 🐱: I have always taught I was a dog person. I would beg my parents to get me a puppy every single day when I was in elementary school! Then one day you posted one photo of Meredith and I started asking for cats. Still no cats in my life. Well, actually, there has been a little misunderstanding with a kitten.. my cousins cat to be precise. She jumped on my face at 2.00 a.m. (What is up with 2.00 a.m.?) and we never got along ever since. I really wanna be friends with her. How do I do it? I need your advice.

6. FALL IS THE CUTEST SEASON: ☕️+🍂🍂🍁+🍪+pumpkins and movie marathons and rain and listeningtorednonstop!!!

7. CHANGE IS AMAZING: no caption needed. “Oh cause she’s dead” !! 😍😍😍

8. GOOD, POSITIVE, UPLIFTING FRIENDS ARE WORTH IT: no more letting fake people bring me down. After all, “people throw rocks at things that shine”!

9. “NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS IN LIFE, BE GOOD TO PEOPLE”

10. “HANG ON. IT GETS EASIER. AND THEN IT GETS OK, AND THEN IT FEELS LIKE FREEDOM!”: this quote makes me feel better every single time. 🦋🦋🦋

11. TRADITIONS ARE MEANT TO BE CELEBRATED: nothing like decorating your own Christmas tree!! 🎄 Taylor does Scott decorate its tree with guitar picks? Just curious.. 😂

12. BE YOURSELF!

13. 13 IS MY LUCKY NUMBER: I was born on the 13th as well, your lucky number is 13! Two amazing reasons for 13 to be my lucky number as well. 😉

THANK YOU FOR ALL THE LESSONS. I LOVE YOU,

Martina

❤️