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Joker Imagine - Griggs abuses you

Originally posted by goktugeminsafli

Your P.O.V.

Where am I? What the fuck was going on?

Questions were racing through my mind and they didn’t leave me alone. There was a big on my head and I was tied tightly onto a chair. My heart was beating hard because this situation scared me. The last thing I remembered was being with Joker. We were just driving around Gotham city until Batman started chasing us. We thought we got rid of him and then everything went black. Now I was here.

I heard a few footsteps coming closer. If I listened closely I could hear someone loading a gun. Then the bag was torn off my head and a bright light welcomed me. I narrowed my eyes and looked around. I was surrounded by at least 20 heavily armed people. Instead of letting them know how scared I was, I put on an act.

‘’Oh hi’’ I laughed and leaned against the back of the chair. They looked very grumpy and even scared. Was I so scary? Then I faced the guy who took the bag off. He had brown eyes, a brown beard that was still quite short and even brown hair. His skin was tanned but still a little on the paler side. He was smiling.

‘’Well if it isn’t Joker’s girlfriend’’ He broke the silence. He sounded awfully familiar. ‘’The one and only’’ I answered him as calmly as I could. I swear if my arms and legs were free I would have knocked them down one by one already.  I tried to yank my arms free but the man didn’t like that. ‘’Oh Y/N you’re not home anymore. We’re in Belle Reve. You’re going to play by our rules now’’ The man warned me and made me stop yanking myself.

Ok he could hurt me if he wanted to. I looked around once more and saw that this place looked like a prison. Everything was metallic. ‘’I play by no one’s rules sir’’ I cleared things up. His smile faded and he kneeled in front of me. ‘’It’s Griggs. Also I think you should be careful around here’’ He thought out loud. I just rolled my eyes. That wasn’t good for him.

Griggs slapped me so hard that I grunted in pain. My left cheek started stinging like fuck and it caused my eyes to water but I wasn’t crying. I just started laughing. My laugh echoed in this weird place and I knew it scared these people. Griggs slapped me again but I forced myself to laugh no matter how much it hurt.

Ha ha ha

‘’Get the special stuff boys’’ Griggs demanded some people. Then I saw how half of the group walked away swiftly. ‘’What stuff?’’ I asked him curiously. Yes I seemed okay now but if I was free I’d kill Griggs. Where was J? Was he free? Would he come for me?

‘’You don’t want to know hottie’’ He shrugged strangely. I cringed once he called me hottie but I didn’t show that. ‘’My J won’t be happy about this’’ I warned him. His men came back with black suitcases. One of them was holding a gag ball and other weird looking things.

‘’I don’t care about him’’ Griggs admitted without thinking. It made my blood boil. How could he just say that into my face? Griggs opened a suitcase and I saw bottles full of chemicals. Although they were sealed, a very toxic smell filled up my nostrils. Someone else strapped the gag ball around my head and put it in my mouth. Just as the man did that, I bit him. Griggs noticed and wrapped his arms around my neck. ‘’Don’t you dare to do that again’’ He growled as his man walked away.

I couldn’t answer him because of the damn ball. Griggs groaned and then took his hands off of me. His grip hurt. I’m sure only that would leave marks. I just watched as he grabbed a tube that had two branches. I tried to shake my head as he put it closer to my face. I wouldn’t let that shit near me!

I screamed once another guy held my head and someone strapped it against the chair. Then Griggs put the tube in my nose and attached the other end to one of the bottles. My heart started beating faster. This was kinda terrifying. Suddenly a stinging smell made my breathing harder.My vision got blurry and I couldn’t control my body well. I just focused on that disgusting smell.


A lot of days passed. I didn’t know exactly how many but it felt like weeks. I was all alone in this rotten place. There was this cage that they kept me in and sometimes I got shocked if I touched the poles. Griggs and his men had tortured me with the weirdest things and I felt weak. I hated this place. Although i wanted to rather die than be here, I didn’t show that to them. I was in some kind of a prison suit. I had torn the sleeves off to make it look prettier.

‘’Well well well’’ I heard Grigg’s disgusting voice as he walked inside to the big area where my cage was. I smiled and hurried to the end of the cage. ‘’Hi Griggsy’’ I purred and flashed him my teeth. He just shook his head and looked away. ‘’What’s the matter?’’ I asked him with a fake pout.Damn the second I was out of here with my J again, I’d make sure Griggs would pay.

‘’You’re hot. If you weren’t so crazy I’d do something about it’’ He told me and it made me feel disgusting. The only one who could touch me like that was J. No one else. Just then something weird happened.

 A loud bang caused everyone to flinch. I screamed and covered my head with my arms. Griggs and his men started shooting but it was too late. Some people dressed in black suits were quicker and they started shooting Griggs men. I was astonished. I just stood in the corner of my cage and stared at the unbelievable situation. I didn’t want to get shot!

In the middle of the shooting and all the smoke I saw Griggs held down by two masked men. Grigg’s gun was gone and he was yelling ‘sorry!’ and stuff like that. Suddenly someone near me made me snap back to my own surroundings. The cage had been broken and one of the men dressed in the SWAT suits stood in front of me. As I looked closer I saw JKR on his chest. Hope lit inside of me.

The man took off his mask and then I saw him. Those blue eyes, red lips, green hair, everything was there. It was Joker! I wanted to cry but the first thing I did was different. I ran into his arms and I got as close to him as possible. His strong arms wrapped around my body and finally I felt like I was home.

‘’You came for me’’ I breathed out. I was in shock. But at the same time I was so happy. Joker ran his hand through my hair and then he sighed. ‘’Of course kitten. It took a while to find the way here’’ He explained with his raspy voice. Even his voice made me so happy. Tears rolled down my face now. I never wanted to let go of him. 

‘’We’re going to go home and get revenge. Then we can take a long warm bath and enjoy the fireplace with champagne. Okay?’’ he tried to make a plan with me. Oh god that sounded just perfect. I nodded and bit my lips together. We were going home.

Awkward Moments, pt. 1

Shunk Week Day 1: Winter/Summer

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“So, Shiro,” Allura said, turning towards him with a mischievous glint in her eyes and half a Twizzler hanging from her mouth. “How’s the neighbor boy?”

“Ugh,” Shiro groaned, only just stopping himself from rubbing his hand across his face in exasperation. He, Allura, and Keith were having their monthly junk food and movie night and had decided to do face masks tonight. Shiro’s was a bright green, while Allura and Keith were using a charcoal black mask. 

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anonymous asked:

how's emma???? she's so amazing

She’s doing really good! The day just started of course, but omg last night?

I did a face mask and Emma was not happy lol. She had the most concerned look and kept softly touching her own face to make sure everything was right for her. And she softly poked my cheek and just made little unhappy noises! She just didn’t know what was going on.

She adjusted pretty quickly but every so often she’d run over and get real real close and just stare at me, then run off to play some more

Most beings had a scent, either pleasant or unpleasant; Rahkshi smelled of cold metal and death.” - Vezon

Finally, my second Bionicle themed sculpture. Karzahni definetly was a fun experience, but I was seriously lacking in experience when making it. Thanks to that learning experience, I was able to improve and solve issues for this one.

I really felt challenged making a Rahshi sculpture because they are nothing more than slug mechs, and I’m completely inexperienced making mechanical looking sculptures. This forced me to solve structural and design problems that exist in 3D pieces, like stability, without resorting to chunks of flesh that glued everything together. I also had to organize a sculpting schedule to prevent over baking certain components and ensuring that I could continue sculpting other parts using epoxies. Overall, I feel really satisfied about what I learned through the various processes making this piece. 

For the Rahkshi itself, I couldn’t decide on a canon power, so I made my own. A Rahkshi of Corrosion. I really liked the Mask of Light interpretation of the kraata, and the opening head, but I felt that their bodies had really bulky limbs. Shrimp inspired the plating design, which I felt was needed to maintain some organic feel to it. I added external wires purely to create more fluidity to the design, I felt it was to ridged without them. 

The base was made using a variety of techniques, and I’m really glad with the corroded Ta-Matoran sinking into the earth, thanks to the people who gave me the idea for it. I also utilized my grasses much better here than in karzahni’s sculpture. 

Overall I’m very happy with this model, but I can always make improvements. 


This week I ‘updated’ my boyfriend his post apocalyptic gear.It is not done. Still a lot to work on. The last picture in this set is the “before”picture where you can see it is still clean and neat (ft. our friend Koen. I will be uploading more pics of my boyfriend soon) I am also going to make him a matching pair of pants.
I need to mention he made this gear, not me.He hasn’t got anytime to work on his things. He is busy to arrange everything so he can attend the Garbage run 2016 (google it if you want to know more)

(sorry for all the watermarks, but I noticed people download my pics, and upload them as their own without tagging or mention me in it. please re-blog it, don’t use it as your own. That does make me angry)

Better In Time 8

Better In Time 8

Last part

I just want to say before the story begins, that being able to write this story has been such a great part of my time here on tumblr. This story grew from just being a mini idea from my middle school days to being a full blown fanfiction that people request daily and love so much. I know I haven’t been writing that much like I did when I first started out, and I’m sorry that my blog was no longer looking like a writing blog but just a regular one with love for Calum. I’m a senior in high school, and I’m sure you guys all understand how tough it is. Plus personal issues and health problems flag me everyday. After this fanfiction, I’ll be writing a lot more and actually broadening my writing style. Thank you for the out pouring support from you guys daily. Now, here’s what y’all have been waiting for.

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Black. The color black was all I remember before bright lights and a stiff body were what I woke up to. About 3 doctors were surrounding me, all on either clipboards or watching my monitors. I thought it was quiet strange how after the traumatic accident I was just in with Michael, that nobody was truly worried or rapidly trying to fix me. After one tall male doctor saw my eyes slowly flutter open, he alerted the two other nurses quietly, and they began standing beside my bed and checking my vitals. Before my eyes could reach where my head was trying to look, I was starting to get frantic after not immediately seeing Michael to either of my sides. Usually when things happen like this, both patients are in the same room, or at least that’s what I’ve seen in the movies. My heart beats on the monitor were speeding up, scaring the nurses a little bit thinking I was going into shock.

“Y/N sweetie you need to calm down. We’re helping you, you got to help us.” My mouth opened but nothing was strong enough to come out. Just a few squeaking sounds and teeth chattering.

“Breathe through it dear. We can’t let you knock out again or you won’t wake up. And you want to stay concious right?” The nurse continued talking to me as the other two people were working on the computer to the side of my bed. I began gripping the bed railings and taking in a deep breathe with the air mask on, and finally finding the strength to lift my shakey hand and take the mask off.

“W-where’s…the boy I…got in the c-crash with?” It was the hardest sentence I’ve ever physically said. I just said the first thing that was most important right then, knowing it could be the last few words I’ll say at all.

“Sweetie, you didn’t come in here with anyone else…” she sounded concerned and overall confused as to why I was asking about a supposed random guy I got in a car crash with.

“No no…there, was s-someone in the car with, me.” The nurse quickly shoved the mask back onto my mouth after seeing my heart rates slow down once again. She breathed heavily, like a sigh of relief, and looked me in my eyes.

“Y/N, do you know what happened?” She calmly asked me, searching my face for some kind of answer.

I shook my head, obviously confused, but I could feel myself growing to close my eyes once again. The male nurse on the opposite side of the bed of her began pumping my chest harshly, trying to keep me awake. It eventually worked after 5 pumps, and I sat up slightly, still waiting for the nurse to explain everything to me. She gave me a sad smile before leaning against my bedside, and shook her head.

“You’ve been in a coma for 2 days now. We’ve been trying everything, and we were so afraid of losing you, and also afraid of this right now, you forgetting what actually happened to you and making up false realities like some patients do after waking up.” I didn’t have the energy to react in a huge way, even though inside I was feeling the heavy realization of the dream state I was in for the past 2 days.

“It was late at night. From what your boyfriend told us, you guys got in a fight and you left the house crying. So we made the assumption that your tears distracted you from the road, causing you to crash. You weren’t looking where you were going.” I looked down at the tubes connecting with my skin, the computer screen with my picture, and heard the slow beeps of the monitor fade, as I felt the slamming pain like I did in that accident with Michael, only this time it was in my heart.

“You didn’t come in with anyone else but yourself. You car was wrecked, and your boyfriend has been sitting outside these walls crying and hoping with everything he had that you would wake up. He hasn’t left. If you were gone for another couple of days, we were ready to pull the plug, but he didn’t give up hope. The doctor is talking to him right now about coming to see you.” She smiled more wholeheartedly this time, rubbing my shoulder before getting up to go type on the computer some more.

Breathing was s struggle for the next 15 minutes before Calum was to show up. I looked at the clock above my room door, and with each tick of the hand, I breathed in and then out. Faint noises outside were being heard outside my room about death, illness, complications, surgery, etc. I tried listening in on those horror stories so I wouldn’t have to think about mine. I was in a sleep state for 2 days, but I dreamt up a whole relationship with Calum again. Nothing I encountered was real. Nothing I knew, was true anymore. Nothing I felt, was anything close to the real thing. I had no more clean slate, no more new reality, no more do-over’s. I was back to the life of screw ups, mistakes, fights, and unhappiness. But hearing that Calum hadn’t left me here to rot, and actually stayed knowing fully well that he was asked to leave multiple times, settled my throbbing heart. His face was the only thing keeping me from falling back into dream land again.

The door slowly creaked open, letting in the brown boy wearing black sunglasses, a hoodie, sweatpants and his house slippers as his feet stroad and carried himself to my side. His cold hands met my now warmer ones, and his thumb instantly rubbed against the knuckles. Through hooded eyes I saw his own overflow with tears, and he kneeled down, placing his forehead on my hand. What felt like sobs coming from far away, were his cries and my head slowly turned to see him drenching my hand. We were alone, the room was dull, but with him, he made everything lighter.

“Calum…” I spoke up finally, after being so mesmerized by my boy. The air mask was removed from my face. I still had a hard time breathing, but I knew I could handle talking to Calum, he kept my heart going after all.

“No no baby put the mask back on or you’ll-“

“Cal I’m fine, really.” I said in a raspy voice, squeezing his hand in reassurance. “Help me scoot over so you have some room.” I felt his hands tuck underneath me just the slightest bit, and without much effort he glided my body over the squeeky hospital bed, making just enough room for him but still giving most of the room to me. He removed his slippers before slipping in next to me, making sure to not move any wiring or machines hooked up to me. He placed an arm over my waist, and I felt his abundance of black curls tickle my nose and chin. I still felt the wet tears on my chest soaking through my gown, but they were real, and they were Calum’s. I was in no mood to complain.

I chuckled softly before speaking, “Now who’s the big spoon.” He only hugged my tighter.

“I could’ve lost you, like really lost you this time.” He said through light sobs.

“I’m completely okay now. Just enjoy that I’m awake and even talking right now.” I decided to place the mask back on for the time being, enjoying the silence of the room with the one person that I wanted here. He sat up on an elbow and began looking at my face, stroking my cheek with his other hand, and I stared back at him. Not even a smile, not even a laugh, but a look he and I gave each other often. Calum isn’t one to express himself through words or phrases or actions or gifts. It’s the little things he does to show his appreciation. He’ll make me a cup of coffee in the morning before he leaves because he knows it’s the first thing I want after waking up since I am not a morning person. If it’s raining outside, he’ll pack me my purple umbrella in my bag before I leave because he knows I’m forgetful. When we’re driving down an open road, he’ll play a song from when we first met, and waits for me to realize that it’s on before we start singing to it with our hands outside the windows flowing through the air. If I’m feeling stressed, sad or really tired he’ll wash his bed sheets and fluff up the pillows so then after my relaxing shower, I can flop into a new feeling comfy bed with him. This look, was a look of admiration and strength. You couldn’t tell from his eyes, but whenever he was immensely proud of me, he looked at me this way.

“I know my words are never good enough for you. I know I never buy extravagant gifts to show you you’re valuable. I know my actions lately can not be taken back or even changed, but through everything you have been the one to keep hanging on. Even when I was completely unloving and unfaithful to you, you kept hanging onto me. You hoped and prayed that I would change because you saw in me what others couldn’t see. You saw me as Calum Thomas Hood the boy you met and fell in love with in high school, and you never saw me as anything less or anything more.” He pressed his nose against my cheek and closed his eyes shut, stopping anymore tears from coming out. But to no surprise, he lost that battle. “But I will make sure to never, ever put you in this kind of situation again. Where you have to find an escape to get away from our problems. I will do whatever it takes. I am not losing you, you hear me?” I nodded slowly, pulling off the mask once again.

“I know how to make this right Y/N, for not only us but for you in general.”

“I have a feeling I do too.”

He smirked and laid upon his hand that was holding himself up.

“So, doctor told me you had some pretty vivid dreams while you were in the coma. What happened in them?”

“Baby, you don’t even know the half of it.”

Yeah it was all a dream. LOL told you guys I had a good ending. It was short but I feel I left it off on a good note. Now I will finally be taking requests again but I need you guys opinion. I either want to do a whole color series for the boys so you’d send me a 5sos boy and a color, or I’ll take smut requests since I never write smut and I want to broaden my writing. Send it in guys! Love you lots and thank you for the understanding of why this took forever.

The Masks 2 - Go on Anon and Send My Muse a Mask, Each Mask Changes My Muse's Personality or Something about them while they wear it. My Muse can not take the Mask off themselves, and may only remove it with the help of Another Muse..

(Since you all begged me for more masks on My personal, I took the liberty of giving you what you wanted! Enjoy!) - TCMN Staff Member Alice Haze 

Mask of Poison: My Muse becomes Poisoned, the Mask pumping into the body a terrible toxin that causes unimaginable pain. 2 hours will be the limit as the body becomes weaker, organs start to shut down, breathing becomes harder and the skin turns pale as the pain gets worse. Only a Muse who was once saved by Mine, from a toxic lifestyle or Situation can remove the Mask and save My Muse’s Life..

Mask of Fear: My Muse becomes Fear Incarnate, all who look upon My Muse see their worst fear and can not bare to look at them any longer. My Muse finds that will forever be alone so long as the Mask remains on. Only a Muse who learned to conquer a fear with the help of Mine can see through the terror and remove the Mask..

Mask of Thunder: My Muse becomes the Destroyer, anything they touch is destroyed, anyone they touch is sent flying and injured. The World trembles with every step. No One is safe around My Muse. Only a Muse who causes accidentally causes havoc or is very danger prone, can remove the Mask from My Muse..

Mask of Shadows: My Muse’s Body is slowly fading away, turning into shadows as they lose their will to live, soon they will fade into nothingness and sorrow. Only a Muse who was shown the Light of Joy by My Muse can remove the the Mask..

Mask of the Forgotten: My Muse completely forgets everything and everyone they know, they no longer know who they are, and will strive to look for answers. However they may lead them to leave all those who care for them or do something wrong. Only a Muse made any cherished moments with Mine can remove the Mask and bring back their Memories..

Mask of Fire: Everything my Muse touched starts on fire, even their own body is becoming incredibly hot as their skin slowly turns to ashes. In only 2 hours My Muse will burn away and die. Only a Muse who has shared the Heat of Passion with Mine in the past can remove the Mask..

Mask or Greed: My Muse becomes obsessed with a specific item, they no longer care for anyone or anything besides what their new obsession. And soon they start pushing away others with this Greed and become violent, accusing others of trying to steal from them. Only a Muse who My Muse loves more then their Own Life can remove the Mask..

Mask of Judgment: My Muse suddenly feels as if they are far superior to all others and start to pass Judgment on them. Everyone is guilty of something in the eyes of my Muse and My Muse brings harm to those they find guilty. Only a Muse who can get My Muse to see they too are guilty of at least something can remove the Mask..

Mask of Blindness: My Muse losses their sight, the Mask blinding them to everything and casting them into a world of Darkness. Lost in the void My Muse starts to lose hope. Only a Muse who can show My Muse hope in their grim situation can remove their Mask and restore their sight..

Mask of Pride: My Muse becomes very prideful, far more then they once were. This Pride causes them to become spiteful, selfish, hateful, even aggressive when challenged by others, Even worse they do things dangerous to their lives or the lives of others to keep their pride going. Only a Muse who is strong enough or skilled enough to knock My Muse off their Throne can remove the Mask and save them from themselves.

Mask of Hate: My Muse becomes resentful, the Mask bringing out the darkness and bitterness in their hearts, even reflecting onto them the hate seen in the hearts of others. Hate can lead to many terrible things. Only a Muse who use to hate Mine, but learned to love and care for them can get close enough to remove the Mask..

Mask of Frost: My Muse is now freezing, their body temperature is dropping fast and they slowly being covered in Ice, nothing will warm them and in 2 hours they will reach -0 degrees, and they will turn into nothing more then a Frozen statue. Only a Muse who’s cold heart was melted by Mine can remove the Mask and save them..

Mask of Nymph: (NSFW) My Muse is suddenly struck with an extreme desire for Lust and Sex, when they find they can’t get it, the need for lust becomes a obsession for Pain, they start to hurt themselves in terrible ways and if not stopped they may even kill themselves. Only through a Powerful Orgasm can the Mask be removed, and the Only Muse who can do this is My Muse’s Lover..

Mask of the Vampire: The Mask causes My Muse to crave Blood, they start to attack people to drink them, My Muse knows how horrible it is, they suffer inside as they attack people, yet they can’t stop. Only a Muse who would offer their Blood willingly can remove the Mask, and only while My Muse is drinking their blood..

On Kakuhous, scent, and sex

Spoilers ahead, be warned! 

So I was just reading Ikuma’s story from the first TG Novel and when he meets Kaneki he describes that he smells both like a human and a female ghoul. This makes sense because he has Rize’s kakuhou. But this gave me the realization that a ghoul can identify the sex of a kakuhou and it made me wonder about the Qs. During the surgery, was Chigyou specific in giving them kakuhous from ghouls of their respective sex? What would he have given Mutsuki?

This is just a train of thought I’m really interested in, I feel like there’s a lot of cool things to discuss on this topic. (As a disclaimer, everything below is just speculation and my own thoughts that I had just now with very little research associated). See, if Kaneki had both a human and a ghoul’s scent, wouldn’t the Qs also? Wouldn’t that make Operation Mask largely unsuccessful/not useful when ghouls with good senses of smell could immediately recognize that they weren’t “normal” ghouls? A ghoul might be able to shrug off having a human’s scent as having recently eaten, but what if their kakuhou’s scent didn’t match their perceived sex? A ghoul could identify a human-ghoul hybrid easily if they could get past the initial confusion.

But consider if Chigyou was careful to match similarly-sexed kakuhous to the Qs. Wouldn’t everyone notice that Mutsuki is biologically female by his smell? At the very least Saiko and Urie would because of their sensitive noses.

Which brings into question this little blurt that people tend to discuss. Saiko could have been expressing knowledge (Or just being Saiko, hard to tell). For those who don’t know, generally the -ko ending to Japanese names is for girls (there are exceptions, hence the debate).

And also, with Urie’s clear investigative intellect (he knew about Torso’s occupation long before Sassan had a lead), wouldn’t he have considered such a thing as well had Mutsuki smelled like a female’s kakuhou? He clearly hadn’t, shown in his surprise in this scene I’m sure you all recognize.

Which leads me to believe that Chigyou must have put a male’s kakuhou into Mutsuki. That leaves two options. First, that sex of the kakuhou was not taken into consideration, but this is a risky possible way to reveal the Qs identity to a ghoul with a good enough nose. Also - considering possible physiological and internal biological differences - perhaps not a very safe operation relative to that of the same sex, and Chigyou’s surgical work has recently been revealed by Kanou as nothing short of extraordinary. A skilled and intelligent surgeon like Chigyou probably wouldn’t do such an unnecessarily risky thing.

The other option is that Chigyou did opt for same-sexed kakuhous but he took Mutsuki’s gender identity into consideration during the surgery (he must’ve known his biological sex for medical reasons, or been able to see it during the operation). This is a nice thought, way to go Chigyou on being trans-friendly. He might have weighed the risks of Mutsuki appearing like the scent of his kakuhou against the possible surgical implications (which were probably negligible because of Chigyou’s skill) or he was sensitive to Mutsuki’s identity which I would like to believe is the case, or at least part of his influence.

I dunno just something to think about, I don’t think my case is quite bulletproof, but I do think it’s an interesting jumping-off point for discussion. If anyone has additions, rebuttals, or answers to this I would love to hear them.

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3 words..." You should drive"... Glad you're feeling a little better. _ Arraydesign



His head whips around so fast that it makes her lips twitch. All over-eager yetcautious fumbling on his part as he takes the keys from her hand.

“I thought you said I was never allowed to drive in the Hamptons ever again?”

She releases the keys to him, letting her fingers trail over his wrist as they head out the front door. “Alone. Never allowed to drive alone.”

He gives a full-body shiver as he steps onto the smoothly paved driveway; she releases him to move to the passenger side of his beautiful car. She drove on the way up here, and she drove when they had to make a run for groceries last night, but it’s a gorgeous and warm day, and she’s determined to relax.

“Where am I driving to? The country club for a glass of wine and a round of golf?” His eyebrows dance as he jogs around for the driver’s door. “Or that shrimp and fish shack just off the highway? Ooh, I know, the-”

She lifts her eyebrows, has to resist the urge to tell him to calm down. “Surprise me, babe.”

“Okay, okay,” he says happily, sliding in behind the wheel as she adjusts her seatbelt. “I know just the place.”

“That fast?”

“Been thinking about it,” he admits, putting the car in gear.

The engine purrs, the Ferrari thrumming so nicely through the chassis that she feels it through the seat and in her bones. Between her l-

“It’s only a seven minute drive from here, so don’t get that comfy,” he says, taking a hand off the stick shift to land on her knee. And dust upward, skimming fingers under the hem of her loose cover-up. She has on a new one-piece swimsuit, if straps and gaps can really be called all one piece, and she knows it took him some time to recover after he saw her step out of the bedroom this afternoon.

“Keep your hand where it belongs and I won’t,” she shoots back, pressing her knees together and trapping his fingers.

“This is right where I belong,” he growls back. She swats at his shoulder and he does remove his hand, but she takes it in her own and lays their clasp in her lap, pressing him up against her stomach, warmth to warmth in the cool air blowing through the convertible.

He wriggles his fingers right there when he has to shift, and she releases his hand to let him. Up through second and immediately into third, but no higher; he’s taking them on a winding back road that runs parallel to the coast.

She rests her elbow on the center console and drapes her hand on top of his on the stick shift, strokes her fingers back along his knuckles. A rumble starts in his chest that is both amusement and arousal, one of her favorite Castle noises, and she turns her head to study him, watch it happen.

He’s trying gamely to soldier on. He’s very good at discipline when he wants to be, when he has a goal in mind. She enjoys that about him - the surprise of having a man who seems too eager to wait actually wait. Make her wait, hold her off, that delicious tension of being edged.

“See? Told ya. Here we are. Let me park.”

“This is private beach,” she says, craning her neck to see past the gated houses on either side of the little cul-de-sac. The road keeps on going, but he’s pulled them off into a space that doesn’t seem like parking either. “There’s a gate-”

“It’s actually public access,” he says. “Very private, though, if you know what I mean.” His eyebrows dance at her, and she has the fleeting and unflattering thought of who he might have discovered this with. “Alexis and I found it a few years back.”

She smiles at him for that, for knowing her weak places and shoring them up anyway, even though he shouldn’t have to, after the things they’ve been through for each other.

He’s a good man. A loyal man. She can’t, for the life of her, figure out why he’s been through two previous marriages. Why they fell apart, a man like this.

She lets him have her hand when he opens her door; he helps her out. The skirt of her beach cover flares above her knees and his eyes roam before coming back to her face.

She likes that too. Approves. He’s tugging her to the blue-painted gate and pushing through, leading her down the wooden, poorly-constructed stairs. The whole frame shakes under their descent, but they make it down the grassy hillside and to the sand.

He tugs off his flipflops and holds them in one hand, gestures for her to do the same. He takes her sandals with his, and then her hand in the other, and they walk along the curving cove of public beach.

It’s deserted. It’s lonely.  "Beautiful,“ she sighs.

He bumps shoulders with her and they wander slowly, the sound of waves gentler here, protected, though the two nearly-touching points of the cove are rocky and the far-off thunder of water hitting their cliffsides filters through like white noise.

"Why did it never work out before?” she says suddenly. She can’t believe she asked, ruining what should be a private moment.

“To bring you here-?”

“With your exes,” she says, shrugging. “One and two.”

“You’re my number one,” he gruffs.

She rolls her eyes at that but it does soothe something fragile in her that she’s never been able to completely repair over.  "Castle. You’re - so good at this. Compassionate. Loyal.“ Why is this making her blush? "I’m not saying this because I love you, just because you are. So. What’s the deal?”

“The deal is - I don’t - I wasn’t very good husband material.”

“I don’t believe that.”

His eyes are happy when his gaze turns on her. She shrugs her shoulders, pushing it off, but still. She’s made him happy. 

“Believe it,” he says, squeezing her hand. “Before I met you, I was something of a ne’er-do-well. A playboy-”

“Now I know you’re lying,” she mutters. “You liked to play at playboy, but your heart is too soft for that, Castle. Tell me really.”

He huffs a little, sidesteps physically and mentally both, but she’s silent until he must feel it’s necessary to fill the void.

“Meredith was fun at first. I thought she was like my mother. But in a good way?” 

She chuckles, and he gives her a swift look that immediately collapses.

“But Meredith was having sex with - everything that walked. Only so many times a guy can turn a blind eye before running into it in his own bedroom.”

She presses in closer. She’s heard this one before, though not like this, with this layer of vulnerability. Without masks. No jokes behind it.

“No, that wasn’t all of it,” he sighs. Like she’s dragged the truth out of him. “I was raising Alexis on my own, for all that Meredith was there. But I could have dealt with that. I could have made that work for me. It was when Alexis started looking at her mother with - with those adoring eyes. With that sense of unconditional love that was such a mercy at first, but also so damning. It made me look at Meredith too, really see her. She doesn’t have my mother’s heart.”

“Martha really is something special,” Kate says softly. She’s been on the receiving end of his mother’s grace.

“Meredith didn’t have it. Whatever it was. There’s nothing wrong with her; she’s fun, crazy fun. But I was looking at a little girl who might follow right in her mother’s footsteps, and I couldn’t. I couldn’t. I wanted my daughter to have a heart.”

Castle has come to a stop on the beach. The wind picks up and blows his hair, flopping over his forehead. She leans her cheek to his shoulder and waits until he says it all.

“I think Gina was the same but other direction. She very definitely had rules. She very definitely knew how she wanted things to go. It stopped being fun for Alexis. For me - I could’ve made that work for me. But Alexis was miserable. I’d chosen this woman because my daughter needed a mother, but she turned into a slave driver for all of us. Even for herself. We talked about it the second time around and-”

He goes silent and she squeezes his hand. “It’s okay.”

“And without the crazy not fun, there was no spark at all. Just a lot of sad fighting. So we quit. Again.”

She sighs with him, leaving it to the roll of waves at the shore.

“I think you’re the first woman I’ve wanted just - just for me. To want. To make me better and not my daughter. A partner in all the ways that matter and even the ones that probably don’t.”

“It all matters,” she says softly. She lifts on her toes and kisses the crinkle of his eye where he’s smiling at her, smiling like it hurts. “You matter. I wish better for you, but I think you’re stuck with me. I do have a gun.”

“You’re better than I could have dreamed. And I’ve got a pretty good imagination.” He skims his hand up to her jaw. “Gun or no gun.”


Désolé 2 - Miraculous Ladybug

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I’m really happy you guys like my story, it means a lot! 

Alright, back to the story. :)

“So you’re a model for your father’s company, aren’t you Adrien?” her mother asked, smiling sweetly at the poor boy who was trying really hard to not be a burden. Marinette had brought him home explaining that she had bumped into him while at the library studying, and had invited him over for dinner because no one was at his own house.

That had made him laugh a little to himself sadly. It wouldn’t have mattered anyways. He always ate alone.

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I’ve been wanting to talk about the significance of laying down the demon killing knife in this scene. The knife is laid down amidst fundamental symbols of Dean’s life as a hunter - the life he was brain washed into, the life of saving people, of hunting things, of committing to a definition of “family” that leaves no room for choice or autonomy, that has stripped Dean of every opportunity to forge his own identity.

All of these symbols of Dean’s old life are direct representations of John Winchester. John’s dog tags - symbols of the militant life focused on duty and survival. The Colt - a symbol of the last resort, of sacrifice, of always making the choice to do whatever must be done to save his family. John’s journal - the object that has been a source of hope and faith for Dean since childhood. Dean couldn’t find his faith in God, in the Bible, in Fate, but he could find in scattered across the pages of his father’s journal. That journal gave Dean something to believe in, gave him purpose, gave him a direction when there was no one left to follow. It was his Gospel and it was his saving grace. That journal was Dean’s way of keeping John close to him - of holding on to every bit of responsibility, every bit of guilt, because it made Dean’s life mean something, it made him worthy. As long as he was saving people, as long as he served his purpose, as long as he stayed the path set before him, Dean could tell himself that maybe his father would be proud of the man he became - the kind of man that Dean never truly wanted to be.

Dean’s time as a demon was symbolic of his inner darkness, of his guilt and self-loathing. Demon!dean was the personification of the desolate man that Dean’s devotion to John Winchester and marriage to the torment inflicted upon him under Alastair’s blade twisted him down into. Demon!dean was a condition to which there was no true prescription - something that cannot be cured because the darkness has become part of what keeps Dean alive. But it can be altered, it can be transformed - it can be rebuilt and redefined under a new cause, a new purpose,a new path that Dean chooses for himself. And in laying down the demon alongside John Winchester, laying the knife amongst the symbols of his old life, Dean may forge a new one - a new life informed by the past, remembering but letting go of the chains that bound him within the cage of his own mind. A new life that is not defined by what he was, but who he wants to become.

Fan Fiction provided us with a vision of the road to redemption ahead of Dean, but also made it clear that in his rebirth as a human, it must be Dean’s choice which path to follow into his future. It must be Dean’s choice to let go of everything that once defined him - his demons and his father - in order to construct a new identity for himself.

Even though I’m haunted, must be the man Daddy wanted
Wish I could be as strong as Sam
Blaze my own trail, be my own man
But underneath this broken mask
It is my father with all his wrath

As it stands, Dean lacks an identity. He sees himself as the broken mask - a failure, a man who became something his father would have hunted, a man who never deserved to be saved a second time - and he’s scrambling to reconstruct his altar to his father, donning the mask of some man that John would have been proud of lest he cease to have purpose in this world. Dean is still haunted by his past, by John and by everything that he did in his time as a demon, and he’s struggling to string the tenuous pieces of himself back together again. The demon, John’s influence - the disease is all Dean knows, it’s all that he understands. So as he attempts to pick up the pieces, he reverts back to what has been instilled within him since the age of four. These are stepping stones and , as there is with every form of recovery, there will be relapse. The process of forging a new identity - of Dean becoming his own man, of becoming someone that he is proud of - is imperfect. Learning to let go, learning to live without the pieces of himself that comprised the very purpose of his existence for over thirty years could very well break him. But with love and support and new hope, Dean has a chance.

Dean may have said that he didn’t need a symbol to remind him of how he felt about his brother, but Dean was really just full of shit. The amulet was symbolic of the restoration of hope for Dean as he attempts to redefine everything that he holds dear in his life - family, brotherhood, love, friendship, self. The amulet isn’t just a reminder of his love for Sam, but also of the love reflected back at him through the bond of family. The amulet is the symbol of Dean’s new life, in which he recognizes the depth of his love for Sam and for Cas and for everyone that they have ever considered family. And perhaps a glance at the amulet every now and then - wrapped in the safety of the Impala, hanging under the banner of “family” and “home” -  will remind Dean that he is worthy of the immensity of that kind of love, as well.

This is Dean’s new beginning, and it starts with hope.

anonymous asked:

I have severe acne and have tried everything and nothing worked. Once i read that something in pee makes ur face clear so I made a face mask out of my own piss and im ashamed that it worked very nicely 10/10 would recommend

what the fuck


anonymous asked:

How did you make that header image?9

i’ll try to explain how I made my header (note: I use Adobe After Effects)

Original gif I wanted to edit:

1) I started by masking out the dude (I used a triangle shaped mask, since he’s in a triangle) so he wouldn’t be there and so I wouldn’t have to animate the beginning. I also remade the pink triangle for further masking and had to mask the little blue triangle that opens in the beginning

2) Masking takes out whats in the triangle, so I need to remake the background (the background layer goes behind the triangle layer). I just used a Solid and put a black and purple Ramp effect on it and tried to match the colors as closely as possible to the original

3) Now for the smoke and pink lines.  I use copies of the original gif and I mask out the cigarette, the smoke on the left, smoke on the right, and animate the two pink lines

4) Now I add in the character I want to put in (aka precious Kaneki). His layer will be behind the triangle mask and cigar but above the background, lines, and smoke.  I also manually scale him to move with the triangle (could also be done with tracking) and parent the cigar and smoke to Kaneki (so it’ll auto follow his movements) and I’m doneeeee!


And thats how I did it (it took a lot longer than I made it seem lol).

Be sure to check out the full gifset here if you havent already ^^ (my header was actually the easiest out of the other two i made since the others i actually had to animate almost everything ugh but this one was mostly masking.. phew)

anonymous asked:

who are chris and izzy? : D


I made them when I was a little kid, Izzy is the oldest of the old, she’s actually nearly as old as she was when I made her. When I was like, eight, the coolest most mature people in the world to me were like 12 year olds [lmao], so when I made her she was a rad twelve year old with a dragon mask and wolf goddess parents. Chris came along later and was her sidekick and they went on rad adventures like in cartoons.

They’ve been changed a lot tho ahhh. Now their ages range from like 14-16 depending on where they’re at in the story. I put them in EVERYTHING, they’re my favorite test characters and have been in almost every scenario imaginable.

As it is now, they’ve got their own story that I’ve been trying to work on for ages. Back when I was in highschool, I managed to make like… 350 pages of comic on lined paper. I hope to start redrawing/remaking it so you’ll all get to hear loads about them and what that’s all about in the future probably.

They’re just super fluffy nerds with a lot of feelings to them and I love them both so much. Out of all my stories and characters, they’re the ones I’m attached to the most and I adore them. I need to draw them more.


Tumblr won’t let me answer asks right now so I’m addressing some of them like this…thanks, tumblr. Anyway.

The eyes are just LED book lights that I found at Walmart. I’ll upgrade it later, but I just don’t have the time before my cosplay deadline to make my own circuit. Yes, I do have to take the mask off to reposition them, and the normal pupils need to be a little cross-eyed looking for me to see properly at the moment. I also have to take the mask off if I want to turn on or off the blue light, but I can access the regular pupils with the mask still on.

As for the bones, those were made by drawing on tights with sharpie, but it smeared horribly and made everything gray. I’ll be painting those with fabric paint to remake them and if it turns out okay I’ll post some reference pics, alright? :)