man i miss the fight scenes

the fate of the furious thoughts *spoilers*

-Fuck okay so I saw the movie last night and fuck i didn’t think i’d be hype but it felt so right watching it!!!
-this is definitely scattered and poorly articulated compared to my review of ff7 but ill write a proper one in due time. I fucking miss paul
-ive seen every fuckin movie of this franchise in theaters n im only 23 ah these are my thoughts as i was watching it. I was lowkey keeping notes lmao
-beautiful setting and colors wow as always!!!
-FUCK as if charlize therons character wasnt annoying enough the fuckin bitch had to have dreads!!! Deadass bye
-GEEKED at roman coming in at 11 for most wanted criminals
-Roman lmfao he literally cracks me up so fucking much i love tyrese
-the Rock as a soccer daddy ifucking love it his daughter is so cute ugh
-DECKARD SHAW IS SUCH A DADDY oh my i love jason statham and his banter w the rock lmao
-digging all the gratuitous fight scenes and humor and explosions
-what are you gonna Email her? Lmfao roman is too much hahahah
-calling roman Slick lmao
-hobbs and shaw are both daddies fuck they can get it
-scott Eastwood FUCK ME UP i love how theyre giving him so much shit ahaha hes so fine though gotdamn
-The kisss!!! Fuck this dumb ass hacker Bitch
With ugly dreads
-Brian would know what to do… OMG SHOOK im crying i miss paul walker so much my mans
-omfg hes a fucking dad. Papa!!! HE HAS A KID W ELENA IM SHOOK AGAIN
-middle name marcos first name is for his father to name him!!! Bitch!! 😭😭I bet he calls the bb brian!! Just cus thats how dom and vin both would be. I’m crying
-god lmao hobbs’ Fuckin names for shaw and his damn one liners i can’t… callin him princess LOL
-themost recent movies have so much more comedic elements and honestly i live for it my theater was crackin up constantly in between all that anxiety if whats happening next!!!
-shaw in suits fuck me up statham is so fine
-ugh in ny!!! The music is always so lit!!! THE TOYSHOP DAYUM!!! Those sexy cars and sexy ass scott eastwood fuck
-are you Blanta? Lmao roman and that fuckin neon orange lambo
-oo shit doms got a plan yas!!! Helen mirren omfg!!! British woman so I assume this is mama shaw
-ok this banter now is just straight up Flirting between shaw and hobbs like theyd be so good together lmao
-ugh this Destruction i cant… imagine if that shit was real so many ppl would be dead god
-ugh charlize is a little cunt
-gotta admit tho putting those cars jn Auto drive was pretty freaking dope but crazy and the pileup. Shits wild if that could happen irl we’re fucked
-did i mention Eastwood is fucking sexy
-Lil nobody lost his lil mind hahaha
-Why didnt they just crash into him fuckkkk like instead of just tugging on his car from dif directions like ya dont hurt him but still
-baby callin dom dada im cryjbg holy fuck this mf just shot mama OMG RIP ELENA IM PIST
-god charlize tryig to psycho analyze shit and just constantly spewing bs makes me wanna hjr her
-Tej n roman babter is my fav
-ah eastwood baby is on board fuck me. All Bets r off–Hahaha the fuckin orange car
-Roman" this aint for me man" hahaha he’s so fuckin funny they really made his character a bitchass i love it
-2 hacker bitches up against eachother lmao ramsey is gorge
-roman Reading russian HAGAHA such a goof
-LETTYs SUCH A BAD BITCH sent that fucker right into those blades.
-Spinning in his lambo on ice and everyone just fucking with him hahaha
-WHAT IS GOIN ONHAHAHA as hes sliding with the fuckin door
-FIGHTing W BB OMFG DADDY YES, “its gonna be a lot of fun” i love him so much take me
-Ur not gna wanna see this… *sniffs* is that u or him? HAHAHA i love him
-hobbs to roman: Yr u always yelli g hahaha this shit is so funny while even in the middle of action scenes
-Thats my girl!! Letty made it… ugh dom im just
-U lost the minute u interrupted honeymoon fuck ya bitch dont mess w familia
-“This is for my son” FUCK yasss
-The cars protecting dom im crying more
-Told u this would b fun hgh DADDY shaw pls
-gotta get MY YUNG SELFIE LEVELS up I CANT Hahaha fucking roman
-ELENA UGH im sad
-INTRODUCing letty to the baby im dead
-I LOVE THESE MOVIES SO MUCH I WILL BE 80 and still watching these movies as long as they keep putting them out omfg i just love them all i miss paul walker and brian and jordana brewster but this was a really good addition it did not disappoint even tho i hate the title lmao
-i appreciate u if u read this whole thing lets b friends

“But Radcliffe is SUPPOSED to be racist because he’s the BAD GUY...”

aka when everybody who gets mad about my Pocahontas tag wants to completely forget the worst characters in the film:

That’s what we’re going to talk about today, friends. If you’ve been following me for awhile now, you already know my feelings about this film. However, this is something that I don’t think gets nearly enough attention. I’ll add a cut because this is going to be a long one:

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

The gross part is you turning an incredible female hero into an object. There was no more sexual innuendo in her fights than in fights between men. You might have a thing for kylo but the character of rey does not. And her fight scenes are not a sexual come on dance for kylo. You reducing her to how her body looks wet while fighting is sexist period. Whether you are a woman or man doing it.

These REDUCTIVE uninformed arguments are OLD, antis.

Female sexuality is NOT wrong.
It is not “turning a woman into an object” when she is KICKING ASS, taking names, and the sexual tension is in the SUBTEXT.

It’s not like Rey is running around in booty shorts and tits out, or falling victim at every turn for all the BOYS to come and SAVE her (Twilight - a comparison y'all misinformed basics like to throw out there like you know how to make parallels at all).

Sit down for a second. Ask yourself why you are so quick to throw out the window decades of storytelling techniques that are used as SUBTEXT because you want to specifically AVOID sexualizing a character in the LEAST. Their origins come from a more conservative time - sure - but nowadays are used to make stories thrilling and keep up the tension.

If telling the story of female adolescence - which WILL include sexuality - bothers you, I need you to ask yourself who the real misogynist is.

Once again, all together:

It. Is. Not. A. Bad. Thing. For. Women. To. Be. Sexual.
It. Is. Ok. For. Women. To. Feel. Sexually. Attracted.
It. Is. Ok. For. A. Heroine. To. Have. Romance. Or. Sexuality.

It’s ok to show sexual imagery, it’s ok to hint and put in subtext, it’s ok for her to be CONFUSED about her attraction - which is a huge point I will touch on in a second. Women ARE confused about sexuality cause people like you going around and saying that using CLASSIC film techniques and picking up on the FIRE and chemistry is somehow SEXIST. Great, so women don’t get to analyze films about heroines now, because we gotta tiptoe around antis who don’t know the difference between subtext and objectification.

Watch the new Wonder Woman for reference, if you’d like to see some female sexuality done right! And, in my opinion, JJ did an AMAZING job with the way he portrayed female sexuality in TFA. I know y'all antis wanna refuse it was there, but the imagery used was - again - classic! And it was FIRE and beauty. And it was done SO tastefully. So tastefully, in fact, that a lot of people didn’t get it… lol, the irony in this conversation though.

Look, if you can’t see subtext in a woman standing on the edge of a cliff, locking eyes with a man for 20+ seconds, who is saying, “I can show you the ways of the Force.” then… I dunno if we were watching the same film to be honest. If y'all can watch that fight scene and not see a beautiful, marvelous yin and yang dance… I’m actually SAD for you and the beauty you missed out on. You saw a basic fight?? How sad, seriously, that you missed the imagery, the symbology, the representation of a woman discovering and conquering her fierceness - and yes - conquering her sexuality. It is EPIC. AND IT IS FEMINIST. And I will FIGHT you on that.

I want you to really imagine for ONE moment that fight between Kylo and Rey, and put ANY OTHER TWO CHARACTERS there. Put Darth Maul and Obi-wan on that cliff, staring into each others’ eyes for 20+ seconds, with Maul - his face aglow in the cross-section of interlocked sabers - saying, “I can show you the ways of the Force!”

You can’t imagine it - or if you can you are thinking, “that is RIDICULOUS.” Only characters with sexual energy can pull off a scene like that. That doesn’t deprive Rey of her agency - SHE STILL KICKED HIS ASS. However, you DO deprive the scene of its sheer beauty and symbolism, missing the mark of a chance for female sexuality to be PORTRAYED AS AWESOME AND KICK ASS AND POWERFUL.

It is not a bad thing for women to show their bodies a little bit and be empowered as they do. It is not a bad thing for women to be attracted to someone physically, even if in her mind she thinks, “no way!” That’s actually the ENTIRE point of the Beauty and the Beast archetype btw - which y'all antis keep dismissing, but I keep SAYING. So much is clear in TFA and it becomes clearer as more details come out from TLJ.

Oh, and read up on some Carl Jung and get to know the Anima/Animus, the coming together of the male and female, LIGHT and DARK. Why? Because that’s what Rian Johnson claims is his big influence for writing TLJ. I wonder… now… what two characters could come together in a union to represent the balance of the LIGHT… and the DARK….?????….?

Anyway, seriously, I am upset by this ask… it is so reductive and shallow it makes me ill. Anyone who wants to, feel free to add onto this. I am tired at this point, because I am actually sick at how reductive people are about art and the portrayal of female characters within it… like we have to throw hundreds of years of women’s stories out the window because people are afraid of showing a sexual woman coming into her sexuality and owning it on screen.

Let's rewiew episode 3

- They watch Netflix

- Veronica = badass

- correction: badass²

- Jughead. Eating. That. Ice. Cream.


- B & V

- Betty: feminism at it’s best

- this lipstick scene like what the fuck I hate Betty’s mom

- badass Betty, hell yeah

- never missing a good fight between grown ups

- #justice for ethel

- Jugheads awesome narrator’s voice man I love this guy

iamazudi: Just finished running the last fight call with this fella here as Pierre. Everyone and their mother knows about his otherworldly instrument, but the true joy was in learning that his prodigious talent is easily surpassed by his kindness, generosity of spirit, caring nature, wit and intellect. I have learned and been inspired by this man on a daily basis - his keen attention to detail, his grace, his tact, his humility. Gonna miss the heck out of this dude. @JoshGroban - you are forever my Comet brother, and it has been an absolute honor. Let’s go!

I really wonder how, if there was some sort of parent’s day, Bakugou’s parents would react to Toshinori.

I mean, we have seen them interact with each other before, when Aizawa and Toshi went to ask them if Bakugou could stay at the dorms, but… I feel like there was… something missing? I mean… All Might risked his very life to go save Bakugou, just like the other heroes. The fight against All for One was one of the hardest of his carrier, and it was broadcasted live on TV, Bakugou’s parents surely saw it, and, honestly, I picture them cheering for All Might even louder than all the others did, since it was their son that was being saved, their son was there, was saved by this man who now was on the verge of death…

What I’m trying to get at is that I really, really want to see a scene were the Bakugous meet Toshinori again, favorably in a less serious and tense situation as last time, and really get the chance to thank him properly. I could see Bakugou’s Dad shaking the hero’s hand and his Mum… well, I would go for  rather rough hug, patting Toshinori’s back before letting him go…

….and then turning to a very flustered Bakugou, all like “I really hope you thanked All Might-san, Katsuki!”

“Of fucking course I did, you hag!”

wonder woman thoughts *spoilers*

-Little diana is so fucking cute omg!!
-this scenery and everything is so beautiful wow
-Meeting Chris Pine aka steve holy fuck he is so hot i missed him on the big screen
-diana is so badass yes queen
-this fight is so stressful omfg
-Fuck the patriarchy lmao men ruin everything!!!!
-that lasso yes around steve trevor mmm even more yes he’s so cute and funny my sweet american man ugh
-Dr poison can fuck right off
-Look at daddy destroying that german base fuck he’s so hot
-Men are easily corrupted!!!! Bish ur not wrong
-YES BITCH scale that fucking wall and get that sword
-“Who will i b if i stay” QUEEEEN COMING TO SAVE US ALL
-“There are men who can stop him” “Im the man who can” YES SLAY U DONT NEED A MAN
-LOL this interaction on the boat…U dont sleep w women?
-Omg they’re Sleepin together this is cute af
-I was sculpted from Clay… thats neat LMFAO
-I Understand the Pleasures of flesh lmao omg
For Pleasure men are unnecessary… hahaha i love this
-Gal is so fucking mesmerizing wow so gorg
-She’s so cute in the real world
-Etta holding the shield and sword lmfao i love the comedic elements
-She doesnt take any shit from anybody i love her telling those old men off
-YOU WERE LYING??? LmFao they’re so cute i can’t
-“I am bothfrightened n aroused” me fucking too
-May we get what we want may we get what we need but may we never get what we deserve… same
-no mansland… but we got a woman to KILL IT
-I HAVE NO WORDS except yes bitch!!!! That whole fight sequence was amazing omfg what a badass queen i was cheering the whole time i lit up and chris pine helping her yes boo youre doing amazing sweetie
-You know, you did this…. we* did this omg they’re a we and now they’re dancing fuck!!!
-Shes so beautiful when she smiles/in general they’re so relieved and happy rn
-Ugh chris pine is so fuckin sexy, still thinking abt his naked body
-Omg r they gna fuck this is like her first kiss wat
-Chris’ German accent lmfao
-The village being gassed omg im crying
-MY Queen is pissED YES
-ITS not about what you deserve its what about what you believe
-She is shook Af… me too diana
-I knew he was fucking bad omg that old bitch I’m shook this dude is Ares!!! Hes real!!! Damn
-Shes the godliller not some sword!!!queen!!!
-Omfg is steve gonna die??? NOO WHY MY BABY PLS daddy NO
-He gave her his watch IM CRYING FUCK actual tears
-CMON BITCH U GOT THIS!!! I cant believe this old fuck is ares wtf
-HUMANS ARE SO MUCH MORE… ugh i love her
-I cant believe hes fucking dead im not okay this memorial is killing me i’m crying my sweet beautiful good steve trevor that pic is so adorable wtf i love him
-Love trumps hate!!!… yes OKAY THIS MOVIE WAS PHENOMENAL this is definitely what the dc universe needed to bring in back to life holy shit she is a goddess and chris pine is daddy this movie and the action and the premise and the destruction of all patriarchal values
-10/10 recommend… if u read this all lets be friends bc thank u for using ur time to read my thoughts xo until next movie I presume

Just One Bite Pt. 1

okey guys i hope y’all enjoy this and i apologize if it sounds rushed or if it just suck lolololll anywaysss.. here ya go!!

Originally posted by werewolves4life

Word count: 866 words

Type: Action/Romance/Fantasy

Vampires and werewolves have never been considered real to you, only because they were myths. All of the immortal fantasies and the garlic weaknesses have passed your head, knowing for a fact that they were all just made up stories. Though, when you meet and fall for one of those mythical creatures, does your opinion change, or do you just think he’s crazy?


Thump. Thump.

You felt your heart beat against your chest as you let out heavy breaths. Your mind began racing through a large amount of explanations that could support what you had just witnessed.

‘Were my eyes wrong?’ You had thought.

You backed into an alleyway, making sure to spike up your every sense; if what you seen was real, you wouldn’t want to put yourself in any situation related to it.

Shaking your head, you stopped moving and mumbled to yourself, “There’s no way it could be real. Why would a human suck the life out of another?” Your logical state knocked every last bit of fear you had within you, letting out a sigh bombarded with relief and the surprising emotion you felt in the pit of your stomach; stupidity for none other but yourself.

You stepped out of the alleyway to continue your journey home. The typical high school house party was never something you enjoyed, hence the fact that you left right when the party had started. Your friend had dragged you anyways, so from the start, you really didn’t want to attend it.

As you arrived at your front door, you jammed the key in its hole unlocking the door. Turning the knob, you stepped in, kicking off your shoes and locking the door behind you. You sighed heavily as your mind replayed the incident you had seen. There must’ve been something in the single cup of punch you had.

Dropping the bag you had slung around your shoulder on the floor, you dragged yourself to the kitchen and swung open the door to the fridge. Pulling out one of the many water bottles, you turned around and took a large sip, kicking the door closed while doing so. You hadn’t yet noticed your surroundings, but the sounds that cold be heard were terrifying.

There was a distinctive, teeth snarling growl coming from something in front of you. You slowly pulled the bottle away from your mouth, opening your eyes to see the cause of the noise. There, you saw nothing but a large wolf, staring at you with such hateful eyes. You gulped, placing the bottle on the counter next to you without any sudden movement. As soon as you reached for a weapon, the beast charged at you.

You swiftly moved to the side, pulling out a knife from its rack, holding it out to your defense. The wolf ran into the fridge, bouncing back with just a bit of force. Its head snapped toward you as it let out another growl.

Running out of the kitchen you heard yet another growl that sounded as though it was filled with anger and hunger as you stopped in your tracks. You cursed under your breath, backing away from the two brutes.

The other lunged at you, though somehow, it was too slow. You had moved out the way, kicking it in its side afterward. The wolf fell as it whimpered and cried. You were breathing heavily, though it was not out of fear. 'Why am I suddenly so good at defending myself?’ You had wondered.

The other wolf ran to the injured ones side, checking to see if it had been all right. Its eyes had lit up with more fury as it realized that the injured animal was too hurt to even get up. You cursed again but held the knife in your hand firmly; you were more determined to live than to spare the life of this animal.

It tackled you to the floor, though was stopped from ripping your throat out with just your hand. Not only were you confused, but so was the wolf on top of you; why do you have as much strength as this deadly brute?

The wolf tried snapping at you in hopes of clasping its jaw around any limb that was yours. Though, all of it suddenly halted as soon as you jammed the knife in its heart.

The features were now loosened as it completely stopped moving. You pushed the wolf off of you, sitting up and staring at it. 'Did I just kill it?’

The animal let out faint and small whimpers along with small breaths. The other limped away out of the house from which it entered.

Standing up, you rushed to the house phone, quickly dialing the police. You ran back to the bloody scene with the knife still in your hand.

“What’s your emergency?” You heard a lady speak over the phone while you starred at the animal. As it let out its last breath, it began shape-shifting. “Hello?”

“Hi, I was just attacked by-” You stopped your sentence midway as you noticed how different the animal had looked from before. It was now bare, no hair at all besides the hair on its head. Walking closer, you noted how close it looked to being a human.

“By what, or who, miss?” Kicking it onto its back, you let out a quiet whimper. It was not an it. It was a boy. It was a man.

“I think,” The lump in your throat made it hard for you to speak. “I think I just killed someone.”


in the next part, y’all will know why i started off with a fighting scene involving two werewolves

bts will come out in the next part along with got7 excluding one of the members even though he will still be mentioned

i plan on uploading the other two requested scenarios before the end of 2016

i hope y’all had a wonderful christmas

thanks for requesting to those that did and feel free to request for those who haven’t or if ya even want to request again

love ya!

~Admin Lyn~

(A Lot Can Happen In) Six Hours

10k, NSFW. AO3.

‘A missing scene from Ed and Oswald’s prison break, and what might have happened after they walked away.’

I read through this once, no Beta. I really just want to get my thoughts on these two out there before canon destroys it.

Oswald ducks beneath his opponent’s guard and knocks the gun from his hand with a severe blow from his elbow. With a slash at his neck the fight is over and the man drops, same as any other. So much for his blade being too thin, he recalls mockingly. He hears a cry behind him and turns to see Ed struggling with his own quarry. He’s managed to take the gun out of the equation, but in close quarters his crowbar is not much use. The guard throws a punch at Ed’s side and Oswald eyes widen as he watches Ed drop his only weapon with a scream.

For a moment he considers moving on, simply watching as the guard pushes Ed back into the wall and catches hold of his wrist. Oswald can pick locks, he doesn’t need Ed for that. Then the guard has Ed face-first against the wall and Oswald actually sees his knees buckle. He hears a small cry of pain as the guard shoves one arm up Ed’s back and catches his other wrist so he can cuff him. Watching the guards beat Ed down earlier had given him a sick thrill; he’d been happy to watch. It’s easy to pinpoint what’s changed. He’s been working with Ed under the illusion of camaraderie and cooperation as they fought together and, admittedly, it’s been fun.

He hasn’t felt that connection since…

Well, if he’s being honest, Ed was truly the only one he could do this with and feel so very… alive. Before he’s truly processed the following course of action, he’s scooping the crowbar up from where Ed’s dropped it and bashing his attacker’s head in with it. The man drops, and Oswald finishes the job with a few more quick, hard blows.

“Thank you,” Ed says, voice small. Oswald hands him back the crowbar and turns, heading for the next room.

“Don’t mention it.”


Ed pushes himself off the wall and staggers slowly after Oswald, wondering if the other man has noticed his slowed pace. Probably not. Perhaps he thinks it’s out of deference to the other man’s limp. Ha. If he could, Ed would be striding ahead to show Oswald just how little he cared for him, refusing to slow his pace and putting his long legs to good use as he forced Oswald to scramble to keep up. No, the only reason he isn’t is that he physically can’t. Not currently, anyways.

The guards had done a number on him, and he hadn’t been able to remove his jumpsuit and asses the damage after Oswald had woken. They hadn’t yet had the chance to bruise by the time Oswald woke up; his torso had been littered with angry red marks documenting each and every blow of the guard’s clubs. He didn’t feel comfortable undressing in front of Oswald, despite the fact that Oswald’s interest had seemingly been lost to the river, along with whatever affection he had once held for Ed. No, it was because he didn’t want Oswald to see the damage, the visible evidence that he had outwitted Ed with nothing more than a metal lunch tray. He’d rather not give Oswald the satisfaction of seeing his handiwork, thank you very much.

A very small part of him, which he squashed down the instant it decided to offer it’s unwanted opinion, suggested to him that he didn’t want to take off the jumpsuit because Oswald’s reaction to may only provide further evidence that he truly no longer loved him. That Ed was no longer desirable to him. Suppose he undressed and Oswald mocked him, praising the damage the guards had done? It would be the final nail in the coffin, the ultimate confirmation. Ed had once dreamed about Oswald laying gentle kisses on his skin, telling him how attractive he was. Seeing those cold blue eyes flick over his body with contempt would kill that dream for good. Ed could not bring himself to risk that, even when all the evidence suggested that the only thing Oswald felt for him now was hated. Why add more evidence to that inexhaustible list? Ed would rather spare himself that pain. He’s so lost in thought, he’s hardly paying attention when Oswald shouts, “Heads!”

Unfortunately, Ed had never been particularly good at dodgeball, or any other activities which required having a quick reaction time. In the instant it takes for him to ground himself back in reality and process the meaning of Oswald’s urgent cry, he freezes. A dart whizzes by his face. Oswald abandons his cover and tackles Ed, pushing him behind a table as the guard fires at him again. He lands hard on top of Ed, and Ed gasps as the breath is knocked out of him. It’s preferable, in a way, because what he really wanted was to scream as Oswald crushed his battered ribs further.

Oswald rips the crowbar from his weak grasp and smashes it into another guard’s hands as she comes around the corner, gun first. That done, Oswald pulls her behind the cover of the table and finishes the messy business of killing her. Ed shakily sits up and sticks his arm out for the gun, taking hold of it and using it to shoot the other guard, who was attempting to flank them around opposite side of the table. Peering over the table, he sees that they’re clear and collapses back behind the it. Fireworks play around the edges of his vision as his body loudly protests any further activity, punishing him with white hot pain from his injuries. Oswald can take care of the other guy.


“I need a few minutes,” Ed gasps. Oswald turns his attention back to him as he finishes searching the guards’ bodies for more darts and other useful items, putting them in the pockets of the jumpsuit. Why would the Court give their inmates jumpsuits with pockets, anyways? It just makes it easier to hide things. He’s already slit the throat of the guard Ed shot, so he won’t be getting up anytime soon. A relatively painless death, he thinks, recalling the pain of his own ‘demise’.

“You get one,” he barks, having little sympathy for Ed after what he’s been put through. Especially seeing as Ed had dished out the worst of it.

“I’m serious,” Ed wheezes, moving a hand to hold his side. He hasn’t moved from his position on the floor since shooting the guard, and his face is rather pale…

“… is it bad?” Oswald asks, busying himself some more with hiding the guards’ bodies from plain view of anyone quickly checking the room. He’d rather not have the whole place sounding the alarm on them before they make their exit. He’s a killer, not an idiot.

“It’s not good,” Ed hisses, clearly not in a talking mood. Good. Earlier, Oswald had been convinced the man never shut up anymore.

“We don’t have time for this,” Oswald says, impatient to move on now that there’s nothing else to do in here.

“Well excuse me,” Ed begins sarcastically, “it’s not as though I planned to get pulverized during my prison break.” Oswald sighs. Fine, so this situation had been somewhat of his own making. He’ll just do what he can for Ed now so they can get going again.

“Let me see,” he says, kneeling next to Ed. Looking back, his injuries had probably also contributed to his poor performance with the last lackeys they’d encountered. Oswald will have to keep in mind that Ed is all but useless as they go forward. He can still back him from a distance, Oswald strategizes, of that Oswald has no doubt…

“No,” Ed says levelly, staring him down. Oswald breaks from his reverie.

“Ed, I’m trying to help,” Oswald insists, ignoring him and reaching for the collar of his jumpsuit. He’s reminded of himself as a stubborn child, when Gertrude had to ply him with sweets to get him to sit still long enough to apply plasters to his wounds.

“I said no!” Ed yells. Oswald pulls his hands back, sensing the danger in his tone. They have a truce, but Ed might still hurt him.

“We need to do something,” Oswald says, “or would you rather lie here in pain than let me help you?

“Don’t. Touch. Me,” Ed hisses, somehow enunciating every syllable at the same time. His eyes are glazed over, probably fighting back tears while he tries to collect himself and compartmentalize the pain. Oswald understands the feeling.

“Fine!” he yells, throwing his hands up and moving to stand using the edge of the table. Logically, he knows they wouldn’t have intentionally harmed Ed to the point that there was serious internal damage. Yet a part of him is panicking over the possibility that they might have, that he will have to drag Ed to a hospital despite his wanted status. Hold a gun to a doctor’s head while Ed bleeds from the inside and Oswald demands that they fix him-

“There’s really nothing we can do for me here, without proper medical supplies. I just have to deal with it,” Ed says, his voice softer now that Oswald is not longer in close proximity to him. Clearly, Ed perceives him as a threat to the same degree that he perceives Ed. “I think I can continue now, I just needed to catch my breath and wait for the pain to let up- Oswald, hold on, there’s something in your collar.” Ed’s eyes refocus near his neck, though his eyes are still cloudy from what Oz assumes is pain. Oswald halts his attempt to stand, and Ed reaches out a hand before Oswald can scoot back, pulling a dart loose from the folds of fabric around his neck. From the angle he removes it, Oswald can tell it was fired from behind him, when he-

“Our truce didn’t include protecting one another,” Ed states evenly. Apparently, he’s come to the same conclusion as Oswald. After all, he is a forensic scientist, Oswald reasons. The shot must have been from when he left cover to tackle Ed, risking another encounter with those potent darts and, apparently, nearly taking one that had been meant for Ed. Good thing he had, or he’d be dragging Ed out of here alone and then waiting for him to wake up while the clock ran down on their six hour agreement.

“It was implied,” Oswald says, thinking about the logistics of getting out of here alone. Their initial agreement had definitely been made with cooperation in mind as they made their escape together.

“Not to that degree!” Ed blurts, staring intently at the dart in his hand. The tears that were threatening to leak from his eyes appear to have rescinded their advance, he notes.

“Shut up, Eddie,” Oswald says. So perhaps the truce hadn’t extended to risking their own safety for one another, but it had been a decision made in the heat of the moment. If Ed went down, that only made it worse for Oswald. That was all. It was just instinct to protect him. Instinct. Even after…

“Eddie?” Ed asks, eyes finally leaving the dart to search Oswald’s face. He seems to forget the previous line of conversation in favour of focusing on this new nickname instead.

“You don’t like Ed or Edward and I’m not calling you Riddler,” Oswald justifies. Truthfully, he’d been hoping to piss Ed off with it earlier, but it had just come out. The way he’s phrasing it now makes it sound more like a compromise than the insult he had initially intended it to be. Ed shakes his head and then pushes his glasses back into place.

“You’re trying to distract me, why did you do that?” Ed asks.

“Do what?” Oswald snaps, rolling his eyes. He’d already explained it.

“You saved me,” Ed insists, sitting up a little further on his elbows to look more closely at Oswald. He suddenly feels like he’s under a microscope, with those keen eyes on him behind blood spattered lenses.

“We need each other to get out of here,” Oswald tries.

“Oh, please, you were handling it just fine on your own. I’ve hardly done anything,” Ed says. Gee, he’s surprisingly modest now that it’s convenient for him to be, Oswald grouses. Anything to prove a point.

"Shut up, Eddie,” Oswald says again, hoping to inject the new nickname with the amount of vitriol he’d originally intended it to have.

"Fine, Ozzie. I just think you should make up your mind. One minute you’re having the guards club me and the next you’re preventing them from doing that very same thing. Twice, I might add,” Ed points out. Oh, how Oswald hates him when he’s right. To think, how he used to love it…

"I’m the only one who gets to kill you, alright? That was the deal. We help each other get out of here so that I can be the one to kill you. You being locked away in here doesn’t help me to that end,” Oswald states, hardening his heart to the probing look in Ed’s gaze.

"So you didn’t risk your life for me because you still have feelings for me?” Ed asks, and damn, but he’s right. He’s right, and Oswald absolutely cannot let him have the satisfaction of knowing that.

"You seem oddly fixated on the fact that I love you,” he counters. Ed gapes like a fish, then is silent, glaring daggers at him while he thinks of a response. "Yeah, thought so,” Oswald says, smug. Suddenly, Ed’s eyes light up with something like excitement. Oswald had expected fury at being thwarted, unless…

"So you still love me,” Ed says, smiling like the cat that caught the canary.

"What? No. I don’t,” Oswald stutters unevenly.

"You do!” Ed gushes, leaning in closer, a wide grin still plastered falsely on his face, “You said I was fixated on the fact that you love me, present tense.”

“Loved, I meant loved. And that doesn’t take away from the fact that you keep bringing it up. It sounds to me like between the two of us, the only one who needs to ‘get over it’ is you,” Oswald mocks, throwing Ed’s earlier words back in his face.


Cold washes over him. Oswald had somehow managed to turn the spotlight back onto Ed’s feelings, which he had desperately wanted to avoid. Not thinking about it had worked very well so far, thank you very much. So he had killed a half dozen people, had a short lived drug addiction, and made himself the GCPD’s most wanted. He was coping. This was how villains coped.

“That’s- that’s not the point-”

“No, Ed, the point is: I told you that killing me would change you, and look what you went and did,” Oswald says, leaning back into Ed’s space where he had been withdrawing before. The advantage his, now. “You went and got yourself a shiny new suit, and a new identity as The Riddler.” Ed falls back onto his elbows, Oswald’s face coming too close for comfort as he bites the air around Ed’s new title. He’s been waiting for Oswald to call him by his chosen title this entire time, but now that he has… it just feels empty.

“Sounds to me like you changed a fair deal,” Oswald continues, not letting up for a moment. “Do you remember what I said? I know you do, you remember everything. Tell me what I said!

By doing this… it will change you… This won’t be a crime of passion or self-preservation. This will be the cold-blooded murder of someone you love.

Ed recoils, pushing Oswald back so hard he falls onto his ass. Oswald catches himself on his hands, and he looks genuinely crazed.

“Earlier you said that you became the Riddler when you killed me, I don’t know how much clearer I can be!” Oswald shouts without regard for the attention it might be drawing, not moving to come any closer. “Killing me changed you, just like I said it would. It changed you because you love me, Edward Nygma, just as I love you! Seeing you… what you’ve done since.. I know that now. You can deny it all you want, but it won’t change anything!”

Ed covers his face with his hands and tries to breathe. Oswald was right, his death had been the catalyst for his transformation into the Riddler. What does it mean for his new persona, knowing that Oswald never died when everything Ed had become was was forged in his death?

“You’re right.” With Oswald alive, the Riddler was intrinsically meaningless, rendered utterly obsolete. Ed has to kill him again, before the doubt can set in about the necessity of killing him, before he ruins everything by questioning the choices that led him here, that made him stronger. The Riddler is the strongest version of himself, a man without love and friends but with enough confidence and charisma to make up for it. It is vital to Ed that he believe that. He needs to act quickly, needs to set things to rights before the once solid foundation of his new self turns to quicksand beneath him. He can’t go back now, can’t rehash every question he believed he’d solved to get to this point. Oswald must die, or he risks regressing and losing everything he’s accomplished, the whole painstaking process of finally learning to be the Riddler. No, he won’t go back to being the nervous, jittery loser he once was, not now that he’s come so far. Not now, not ever.

“And that is precisely why I need to kill you,” he finishes. If he’s kills Oswald, for real this time, then everything is back as it should be. Besides, Oswald is planning to kill him as well. If it was kill or be killed, then the continued existence of the Riddler was far more pressing than that of the Penguin. The Riddler cannot die, and to do that, Oswald must take his place. A life for a life. The very reasoning he had used when he attempted to kill Oswald in the first place. Funny how things came full circle, Ed muses, grinning wildly as he turns to face Oswald again. For Ed to be born anew, Oswald had needed to die. Now for the Riddler to continue living, he has to remain dead.

“Not if I don’t kill you first,” Oswald sneers, getting to his feet. Ed stands as well. The shooting pains in his sides are still there, but they’re manageable now.

“But you still love me,” Ed mocks, trying to tower over Oswald using his advantage of height.

“Just because I love you doesn’t mean I’m not going to kill you for what you did to me,” Oswald growls, and suddenly Ed doesn’t feel quite so physically imposing. He recalls Oswald’s stories from when he had been spying for Falcone. There was a woman Falcone had loved, who reminded him of his mother. She had betrayed him to Fish Mooney, and Falcone had done her in himself, strangling her to death with his bare hands. Ed feels chills, but he refuses to shudder and appear weak in front of Oswald. He can’t help but wonder how Oswald would prefer to do it, if he’d want to touch Ed’s skin with his hands or caress him with a blade instead.

“Then it appears we’re at an impasse,” Ed says, tilting his head and smiling widely. No, the intensity of feeling between them changed nothing.

“It would appear so,” Oswald says plainly. There’s no perceivable threat inherent in his delivery, it’s the meaning of the words themselves that holds the danger.

“I told you once that love was our greatest weakness… this is how it has to be,” Ed decides. Both of them loving one another, but having to kill one another to move forward. Men like them were not meant to love. Oswald smiles, and it’s bittersweet.

“I once promised you the path you were on would lead to nothing but destruction and pain.” Oswald’s teeth seem sharper, somehow. “It would be remiss of me not to follow through on my promises, especially ones made to an old friend.”


It takes them another fifteen minutes to get to their final obstacle, a large metal door. By now they’ve killed scores of men, and Ed can feel his blood-soaked jumpsuit sticking to his chest. They ram the door together with their shoulders, grunting with the effort as they move in sync next to one another in order to force it open. Everything hurts, but they’re so close now, so very close. Ed can bear this momentary pain if the reward is his freedom. He holds tightly onto the crowbar, desperate not to drop it even as the impact of hitting the door sends spasms of pain shuddering through him. He’ll need it on the other side if Oswald decides to stop playing nice now that they’re home free. They banter and posture afterwards, weapons held aloft and dropped together in a moment of mutual understanding between them.

“I suppose we’ll see,” Ed tells him, and it feels like saying goodbye. The only problem is, he’s not sure he wants this to end.

“I suppose so,” Oswald says, a close-lipped smile on his mouth. It reminds Ed of the smiles Oswald used to direct his way. He’s missed those smiles, and seeing a close approximation sends pangs through him. Or perhaps that’s just his ribs. Ed turns to go, breaking eye contact at last. He needs to escape that feeling, but first…

He casts a glance over his shoulder, hoping the sight of Oswald’s determined gait putting distance between them as quickly as he can manage will strengthen his own resolve. Instead, he meets Oswald’s eyes again as the other man looks over his own shoulder to follow Ed’s retreat. Ed turns away, feeling as though he’s been caught doing something wrong. The adrenaline rush from their verbal sparring is beginning to fade. When had he last been that excited, truly? Certainly not when he was posturing in an attempt to lure the court. Lucius Fox had provided some measure of thrill, but not to the same degree that killing with Oswald had brought him. Has he even really felt alive since the last time he saw Oswald? His feet stop of their own accord. Even his drug induced hallucinations had not provided what he needed from Oswald. They hadn’t been real. They hadn’t made him feel.

What good was being the Riddler if he was so… numb? So very numb, all the time. Part of him insists that he has to give it time, that he’s only feeling these doubts because Oswald’s return has thrown a wrench in the works and made him doubt himself. Another, much larger part, is in a state of panic. Perhaps this is the last time he’ll feel this high, this honestly giddy. Everything else was just a show. What if Oswald really was the only one? And if Ed kills him? What then? Will he never feel anything of equal magnitude to the rush that Oswald triggers in him? The excitement, the sheer delight that only he could ever ignite… Once Oswald is dead, it’s possible that he may never experience something like this again.

“Oswald! Wait,” he calls out, before he’s even thought the wisdom of this decision through. That’s unlike him. The feelings Oswald creates in him are clouding his judgement. Yet it’s those feelings he fears losing more than he fears losing control over himself. Somehow his emotional reasoning has taken precedence for the time being.

”I can’t deny that there’s always been… some measure of thrill involved in being with you like this.” He’s walking back, letting his confidence do the talking, until suddenly he realizes that he has absolutely no idea what he’s doing. His relationship with Oswald had never broached the level he’s thinking about. But it’s a level to their relationship he wants to experience at least once before Oswald dies and the possibility is lost to him forever. If their chemistry burns this hot in the absence of more sexual elements… he needs to know what it would be like. He can’t allow Oswald to die again without having that answer. It had been his one regret, not knowing what it would be like having someone who makes him feel things no one else has. Ed clears his throat awkwardly.

“We still have five hours left in our agreement, and five hours is… a lot could happen in five hours,” he finishes weakly. This wasn’t going as smoothly as he’d like it.

Oswald narrows his eyes. “Is that a threat?”

“No, I- this. We could happen in five hours.” He’s not making any sense, but Oswald wasn’t catching on to his meaning as quickly as he’d hoped. He hasn’t even considered the ramifications this may have. Oswald still needs to die, and an interaction on that level may only make things worse for Ed if- when he does.

“What are you talking about?” Oswald says, not walking away, but still letting Ed rapidly approach him. He’s passed their dropped weapons now, Oswald’s continued presence encouraging him. At least he hasn’t been dismissed outright.

“I don’t want to talk about any of it,” he says firmly. Talking would only make him think about the potentially stupid decision he is about to make, and he’d rather be blissfully ignorant right now. “I’m just suggesting we relieve some of this… tension, before we go back to trying to kill each other.”


Oswald can’t believe what he’s hearing. Ed was suggesting, what? One last hurrah before they killed one another? He’d never pinned Ed for one to be into hate sex. It doesn’t mesh right for Oswald. They’ve both confessed to still loving one another, and yet still Ed insists that he needs to kill Oswald. It’s his blind determination to go through with it, despite his feelings for Oswald, that have hardened Oswald’s resolve as well. If Edward Nygma was in love with him and was still trying to kill him, Oswald could do the same. When it came down to kill or be killed, Oswald knew what he’d do, just as he’d done many times before under less dire circumstances. At this point, sex would only complicate Ed’s plans for him. Why make things so messy, what is he playing at?

“Why are you doing this?” he asks outright.

“Maybe I want you to die knowing what you could have had. Why are you questioning it? I know you want me,” Ed says, halting his approach and seeming unsure, despite his confident statement. So he didn’t want Oswald prying. Fine.

“What makes you think I still want you?” he sneers. It was one thing to proposition him, it was quite another to assume Oswald would unquestioningly jump into bed with him at the first opportunity. He was still going to, of course, but Ed didn’t need to have that satisfaction. His ego had grown large enough in Oswald’s absence. Ed seems to deliberate for a moment before answering.

"I think we never stop wanting something, especially you, Oswald. You’re not a man to give up on getting what he wants.” Well then. He always had been surprisingly astute when it came to Oswald. That is, to everything except Oswald’s romantic feelings for him. No, Oswald was not one to give up on going after what he wanted, but he had all but given up on Ed. Maybe this would be a step towards winning him back, with the added bonus of fulfilling Oswald’s as-yet unfulfilled desire for him. It wouldn’t hurt Oswald any to sleep with him. Perhaps after Ed was gone… but in this moment all he can consider is the opportunity he would be missing by rebuffing Ed now. If this could somehow disarm Ed, get him to see that they could be good together… How could he turn that chance down?

Oswald takes him by the hips, walking him backwards until he’s pressed against the alley wall. He pushes his body flush against Ed and smiles wickedly. So Ed wanted to play this off as hate sex, as nothing more than a sexual release between nemeses? Oswald could do that.

“Then I was right,” Oswald says, nosing under the collar of Ed’s jumpsuit at his neck, “I have you just where I want you.” He crashes their mouths together, biting at Ed’s lips more than he kisses them. Oswald isn’t quite sure what the proper way to kiss someone is, anyways. Ed moans and pulls him closer, arms wrapping around his back and shoulders. Oswald keeps his hips pinned to the wall with his hands, relenting when Ed slips down and- oh, oh.

Ed undoes his jumpsuit and takes him into his mouth. He’s hot, and wet, and warm. Oswald puts a hand on the back of his head, intending it as a barrier between Ed and the brick as he begins pushing inside. When he comes he holds Ed down and makes him take it all. Ed coughs and chokes, spit and come dripping out of the corners of his mouth to land between Oswald’s feet before he blanches and spits the rest out as well. Oswald sways on his feet but pulls Ed up, spitting on his hand and shoving it into Ed’s jumpsuit. He pulls at him until Ed bites down on his shoulder to muffle his cries, hips jerking erratically into Oswald’s palm as he finishes.

Oswald holds Ed up when his knees threaten to buckle, pressing him back against the brick again to keep him vertical. When Ed suggests they go somewhere more comfortable to spend the remaining time on the clock, he agrees without hesitation. If Ed truly wanted to kill him, he’d had ample opportunity. Oswald had him in the palm of his hand, and he didn’t even know it. Ed can pretend there is no love between them, it’s no skin off his back. He doesn’t care what Ed’s reasoning is anymore. He is going to take what he can, while he still can. If he’s lucky, he may even trip Ed’s reasoning up in the process.


The first push of Oswald inside of him is almost unbearable. Ed had wanted as little preparation as possible, the act of Oswald fingering him open too intimate for what this was supposed to be. Oswald thrusts before he’s ready and Ed nearly shrieks, the motion jarring his ribs while his cock feels like it’s tearing into him.

“That hurts,” he whimpers, digging his nails into Oswald’s back as some form of punishment.

“Good,” Oswald snarls, though he immediately relents and stills. When he’s ready, he tells Oswald, but the other man seems hesitant now after hurting him. He’s slow and gentle, and it feels too much like making love. Ed pretends the tears on his face are from that first push Oswald had made inside of him, and not everything that followed. He goads Oswald into going harder, faster. Ed wants this rough, wants it to hurt. Yet even when Oswald finally picks up the pace at Ed’s insistence, the slide of his cock inside of Ed is smooth, and it feels so good. Ed tells Oswald he hates him when Oswald finally finds the perfect spot inside of him to send pleasure tingling up his spine. Oswald touches him before he asks him to, and with a few strokes he’s coming over his hand for the second time in an hour. Oswald doesn’t take too much longer, and he leaves another bite on Ed’s neck as he comes. Ed shudders at the hard press of teeth. He wonders how long the mark will last, if it will have faded by the time one of them manages to kill the other. Oswald pulls out of him, watching with rapt attention between Ed’s legs. Ed spreads them further, tilting his hips back so Oswald can inspect him better.

“Am I bleeding?” Oswald seems to shake his head clear.

“What? No, just-” He reaches forwards, and Ed gasps as fingers press back against him. They delve inside and he hisses.

“Stop,” he gasps, hips twitching. He hadn’t expected to be so sensitive afterwards. Every press of Oswald’s fingers was electric, his rim practically throbbing. Oswald pulls his fingers free and marvels at them a moment.

“You let me fuck you without a condom,” Oswald states, moving up the bed to lay beside him. Ed hums and nods, the sex has made him very drowsy.

“You let me come inside of you,” Oswald says, as though this is somehow also unbelievable.

“I wanted you to,” Ed says plainly, removing his glasses. He rolls, facing away from Oswald as he deposits his glasses on the nightstand. He sets his alarm for an hour. Rolling back, he faces Oswald, then works himself under the covers. Oswald does the same, mirroring him as he lays on his side.

“Did you know you’re my first?” Oswald asks. No, Ed hadn’t. He shakes his head, eyes roving over Oswald’s now-blurry form.

“No, I didn’t. I assumed- I mean, I don’t know what I thought.” He’s silent for a moment. “You know, that wasn’t bad, for your first time I mean.” Kristen had once extended him the same courtesy of encouragement, and this information has Ed reflecting on the situation differently. Oswald has just lost his virginity to him, during a not-so-gentle and loving session of what was supposed to be hate sex. It might be the fact that it was not too long ago he himself gave it up for the first time that’s making him feel so awful about this all of a sudden. A first time was supposed to be special… Perhaps he’d have done it differently… maybe he would have done the same. Still, being deprived of the opportunity to make that decision bothers him… No, Oswald is a grown man. He can decide for himself what he wants. Ed doesn’t have any obligations to him, not anymore.

“Well, you did get me off earlier. I’m not sure I would have lasted very long at all if you hadn’t. It was… very good,” Oswald says, daring to move a hand out under the sheets and rest it on Ed’s hip. Ed lays down fully, resting his face on his pillow.

“I need a nap,” he says. “We’ve still got time, if you want to stay.” Oswald hesitates, then nods and lays down beside him.

Ed wakes to the sound of his alarm and the feeling of Oswald pressing back inside of him. He reaches a hand out to shut it off, but ends up tearing the cord out of the wall and throwing the alarm to the ground when Oswald quickly finds his sweet spot again. At any rate, the alarm is silenced. Oswald rocks into him, slow and gentle. Ed blames it on the fact that they’re drowsy. He’s too sleepy for rough sex. They aren’t making love if this is only a product of their inability to muster up enough hatred for one another to go at it with the same intensity as before. It feels good like this, Oswald spooned behind him, rocking into him as they both lay on their sides. Oswald presses kisses to the back of his neck, his shoulders. Eventually Ed turns his head, reaching an arm behind him to pull Oswald forward by the back of his head to meet Ed’s lips.

“Already?” Ed laughs as they break apart. He feels far less tender between his legs, and Oswald seems to have learned a few things about what he likes.

“I was saving it all for you,” Oswald says, and Ed can’t see him well enough to gauge if he’s serious or not. Oswald’s hands rove over his front, fingers twisting at his nipples. With Oswald’s mouth laving over his neck, his hands teasing at his chest… it’s a slow build to his next orgasm from there. Oswald is surprisingly attentive to the sensitive areas of his body. His arm comes around Ed’s waist, locking them together as Oswald rolls them so Ed is on top, his back still pressed to Oswald’s chest. He moves his legs so they’re on either side of Oswald’s, head lolling back to rest on his shoulder. Oswald snaps his hips up into him, and with the change of position Ed can move back against him. Not only that, but both of Oswald’s hands are free now to delve between his legs, pulling at him and cupping his balls. He comes panting into the side of Oswald’s neck, eyes squeezed shut as Oswald pulls his third orgasm of the night from him. Ed feels limp, trying to participate but mostly letting Oswald bounce him up and down on his cock until he comes as well.

Feeling languid and exhausted, Ed rolls off. He feels Oswald’s cock slip free, this time noticing the feeling of his release dripping from him. Ed lands face down and stays that way, feeling a continual tremor going through his thighs.

Thoroughly exhausted, he mumbles, “If this is hate, I could go on hating you for the rest of our lives.”

“It’s not hate,” Oswald says.

“You’re still going to kill me,” Ed points out. “If we can’t have love, there’s always hate. And we definitely can’t.”

“Your pillow talk needs work,” Oswald says. Ed laughs. Pillow talk implied that this was a perfectly normal sexual relationship, when it was actually anything but. “Yes, I suppose I’ll have to kill you, since you keep insisting it’s either me or you, and that this is the only way.” Ed sobers instantly.

“It is the only way,” he says. Too much hinged on Oswald being dead, and yet…

He hasn’t felt this… stable, in some time. Something about Oswald’s presence is grounding for him. Ed shifts uncomfortably under the sheets. If the Riddler could continue, even while Oswald lived-

No. It wasn’t possible. Oswald needed to be dead.

But why? Why? When this feels so good, so right. When killing with him by my side feels as natural as breathing… when killing without him is just a performance and a game. Who said I can’t have him and be the Riddler. I make the rules…

Except that love was a weakness. It always had been. To be the Riddler, all love had to be stripped away. It was an immutable fact. Love was weakness, and the Riddler was strength. Love and the Riddler were mutually exclusive, and things had to stay that way. That was the order he had decided, the very first thing he had decided with Oswald gone. If he never loved, he would never be weak, and his feelings for Oswald…

They made him weaker than anyone else ever had.

This was not a decision he made lightly, but his feelings for Oswald, and Oswald’s feelings for him, would only doom them both.

“Love conquers all,” Oswald says, sitting up on an elbow to look over Ed. Ed scoffs.

“No, it doesn’t.”

“I was stronger than ever with you by my side,” Oswald insists, gently brushing hair back from Ed’s face.

“You were stronger alone. Your love for me led to the downfall of your empire.”

“You’re wrong,” Oswald says plainly. “My inability to tell you what I felt for you before your heart was given to another is what ultimately lead to my destruction. And if I had truly loved you from the start I never would have… never would have tried to steal it back and risk hurting you in the process. No, if I had loved you like I should have- told you of my feelings and respected your right to choose -I would still have you now. You, and my empire.” Ed is speechless. Before, it had been easier to hate Oswald than to miss him, but he couldn’t hold on to that anger. He did miss him, and he has since. Finding out he was alive had led to new complications. Ed realizes now that he loves Oswald, but that is only further incentive to kill him. Love would be his undoing, both of theirs. At least, he thought it would.

Oswald didn’t seem to think that was true, but who was right? How could Ed be sure he was making the right decision? What if- no. He needed to stick to the plan. With Oswald gone he would be stronger, he had to believe that.

But have I been stronger? The drugs, the meaningless heists and escapades. My obsession with learning who runs Gotham at the risk of my life. That was just an attempt to avoid thinking about the fact that loving Oswald gave me meaning, direction, purpose… wasn’t it? All things I’ve been lacking with him gone. It was all merely a distraction, a way to avoid admitting the truth. Perhaps love isn’t a weakness, and I’ve been wrong from the start. All the evidence points to the fact that I’ve never been better than I am when I’m with him… than I am when I’m in love.

With Oswald gone, it would only ever be one goal after the other while he tried to leave him behind. But with Oswald by his side… he’d been happy, hadn’t he? Genuinely happy. If he’s wrong about love being a weakness, well then, what reason is there to kill him? Why on earth would he kill someone who makes him stronger?

“Say you’re right,” Ed chokes out. “Say you’re right about love… what then? What do we do now?”

“Are you serious about this?” Oswald asks. “Because if you’re not, I’m not going to hurt myself entertaining fantasies only to be shot down again.” Ed squeezes his eyes shut.

“I- I can’t say for sure, I don’t know-”

“Then don’t ask me that ever again.” There’s a cold fire in his eyes, a threat there that Ed ignores.

“Oswald, I need to know. Tell me, please. If I tell you I’m not going to kill you, are you still going to kill me?” Oswald deflates.

“No… what I said earlier… I couldn’t. Not now. Not unless you’re going to keep coming after me if I don’t.” Ed rolls onto his back and presses the heels of his hands into his eyes. Oswald loved him, and he wasn’t going to kill him unless Ed made a move first.

The decision was wholly his. For the first time in his life, his fate was his own. He got to decide whether to keep his lover, or kill him. Kristen had been an accident, Isabella had been Oswald’s choice. And Oswald… Oswald was his choice now. Not an accident, not someone else’s choice, his. The pressure is unbelievable, but he knows what he wants. What he truly wants. The Riddler didn’t have to disappear just because Oswald had reappeared. That logic had merely been his last defense against this final choice. He could have both. He wanted both.

So does he make the leap, does he go against everything he’d believed about love being a weakness and risk it all for a second chance with Oswald? In hindsight, love being a strength appeared to be the more common theme of his life. Without it, he gets… lost to his impulses, with no clear purpose. That’s no way to live, it’s not how he wants to live.

Or maybe should he play it safe, stick to the plan and stubbornly cling to his beliefs. Except… he’s been wrong in the past. He’s certainly been wrong about love more than anything. His attempts to prove Oswald hadn’t truly loved him had failed, in fact, he’d been wrong about whether Oswald loved him from the start. When it came to love… it was very possible that Oswald knew better than he did. It’s this notion that truly gives him pause.

He knows now that Oswald is more well-versed in love than Ed has ever been. Who better to lead him on his new foray into the combination of love and villainy than the very man he’d wanted to guide him on his journey from the start?

Suddenly, it truly does seems like fate, like this is how it was always meant to be. Oswald is here to guide him, to challenge his beliefs, to make him stronger. It all makes sense. He sobs, and then Oswald is pulling his hands from his face to look at him.

“Ed… Ed? Are you alright?” He looks concerned, of course he does. Ed hiccups on a sob and laughs.

“No, I’m not alright. I love you.” Oswald gapes like a fish. Ed throws his head back and laughs uproariously, tears streaming faster down his face. He’s hyperventilating, he can feel himself growing short of breath. There’s not enough oxygen in the room to continue laughing like this, but he can’t stop.

Oswald is telling him to breathe, and he tries. When he stops laughing he feels exhausted, emotionally and physically drained. Oswald tells him to sleep and promises to wake him before the time is up. Oh, that stupid agreement he’d struck. It’s funny to him now, how naive he’d been mere hours before. Oswald pets his hair. It feels very nice, and then it doesn’t feel like anything at all, because he’s asleep.


Oswald stokes Ed’s hair until he sleeps and tries to understand what’s just happened. For the first time, Ed had said aloud that he loved Oswald, and then immediately segued into a manic episode. Clearly it was his feelings for Oswald that were causing him emotional turmoil. Unfortunately, it was up to Ed what they did next. Oswald can’t watch the clock, since it’s down for the count, but he glances at Ed’s watch periodically. He can’t bring himself to sleep again anyways, not when he’s dealing with having finally witnessed the damage he’d inflicted on Ed. Seeing the bruises had been one thing, he knew those would fade. But the rest… the rest could be lasting. He wakes Ed when there’s two hours left in their agreement, shaking his shoulder. Ed yawns, mouth comically wide, and stretches like a cat.

“How are you feeling?” Oswald asks. It’s a vague enough question, and at least he’ll be able to gauge if Ed is still with him.

“Sore,” he deadpans. Ed looks at where his clock used to be, then picks his watch up off the counter like Oswald had. He balks at the time. “You let me sleep too long,” he accuses, sitting up to face Oswald.

“I don’t think you’ve slept long enough, but I did promise to wake you,” Oswald says. Ed rolls his eyes.

“You’ll be pleased to know I’ve decided not to kill you,” Ed says casually, examining the hem of his sheets. Oswald’s mind races through the implications of this, but he doesn’t want to jump to any false conclusions.

“Why the change in heart?” he asks. Ed finally looks up at him, seeking out his gaze.

“There was never any change in heart. I’ve loved you… I can’t even guess how long. Maybe not since the first moment I saw you, but then again… I don’t even know that for sure.” Oswald remembers the nervous, jittery loser he’d first met at the GCPD. No, it certainly hadn’t been love at first sight.

“I think I first realized it when you got me out of Arkham. You had been visiting me, bringing me things, thoughtful gifts… At first I thought you just liked me better than you had before because I was trapped…” Oswald could understand his hesitance. He hadn’t been kind to Ed during their earliest days, but before he’d been sent to Arkham… they truly had been the best of friends. Then Ed had turned him away, and it was no wonder that he was wary of Oswald after that decision. Oswald had never held it against him, but it had been a point of concern for Ed for a very long time.

“But then you sprung the trap and let me into your home. You risked your campaign bringing a murderer onto your staff, and then you made me your Chief of Staff. You framed our certificates and bought me a suit. You cared what I had to say.” Oswald wants to tell him it was nothing, that Ed had saved his life, had brought flowers to his mother’s grave when he couldn’t. That he’d not only saved Oswald’s life but given his life back to him in the wake of his mother’s death. He won’t interrupt though, not when it seems like Ed is working through something incomprehensibly important to what happens next for them.

“Maybe it was when you answered my riddle. ‘I’m worthless to one’… I thought my feelings weren’t reciprocated.” That long. Oswald feels a pang. Ed had harbored feelings for him, and if Oswald had just said something… where would they be now? He feels regret for the time they’ve lost; this failure will always be something he’ll carry with him. Not only had he failed Ed and himself, but he’d failed his mother as well. He’d been a coward, he’d waited just a hair too long to say something and nearly lost everything for it. He imagines telling Ed he loves him every day for the rest of his life to make up for it, and it seems like a fair trade, if Ed will have him.

“I met Isabella… and she was safe, familiar. It was easier and less terrifying than potentially ruining what I had with you. Then she was gone and I was told you’d loved me all along, and I didn’t understand how you could claim to love me after you’d taken a real chance at that from me. It had to be a lie. I tried to prove it was… and you passed my test.” Oswald realizes now that Ed’s proposal they become ‘business partners’ had merely been the first test, a test to see if it was true. Yet just because Oswald thought he had loved him, didn’t make it real. Hence Ed’s further scheming to ascertain if Oswald’s feelings fit Ed’s answer to the question of what love is. Ed had been right, in that regard. Oswald hadn’t truly loved him, and if he had he wouldn’t have killed Isabella, he would have let Ed choose. It was that realization, and the realization that he would lay down his life for Ed, that had enabled him to pass that final test.

“Then… then I shot you for the hurt you’d caused me, and because I had loved Isabella, Oswald. I really did. Losing her… being lied to and betrayed by you… and then having you claim you’d loved me all along and that was why you’d hurt me… I’ve heard that sort of thing before.” Something about the way Ed says it reminds him of some neighbors from his childhood. He remembers hearing screaming from next door, a father’s insistence that he had to beat his children to teach him a lesson, that he was doing it because he loved them. His mother had taken his hands and looked him in the eyes, she’d told him that you never hurt the ones you love. That he was her darling little Cobblepot and she would never lay hands on him, because good parents did not hurt their children. Oswald had nodded in understanding, because she was a good mother and that meant he was safe from her hand. He had felt sorry for the children next door for not knowing any better, for not knowing that their life was not how it was supposed to be. He was also superior for his knowledge, for having the better parent. It had not stopped them from tormenting him, but it had provided some satisfaction to know that he had something they didn’t. To think that Ed had equated him with something similar… it sends shivers down his spine. With his own words echoing in his mind- ‘I did it for love’ -he can understand with perfect clarity precisely why Ed pulled the trigger. He’d never apologized for hurting Ed, not really, and how was Ed to know that Oswald wouldn’t keep hurting him out of “love” again in the future? He pulls Ed into a hug and hopes Ed can forgive him, that this is where this all is going.

“I made myself someone else in order to move on from your loss. I took stimulants. I took them so often and slept so little they started giving me hallucinations. I was going to stop after that, but then I started hallucinating you… It changed things. At some point I stopped taking them because they kept me awake and started taking them because they let me see you… this version of you I had created, because I missed having the real you. Because… because when you died you took a piece of me with you.” Oswald’s fingers press harder into Ed’s bare skin. How long had he grieved for Oswald? How much of it had been an act? He hadn’t slept, he’d started taking drugs. Taking drugs to see me. Ed had fallen apart while he was gone, and it had been his own fault. Yet despite the scar on his stomach Oswald feels for him. When he lost his mother, Ed had been there for him. When Ed lost Oswald, he’d had no one. What strikes him the most is that Ed apparently found seeing a hallucination of a dead man more comforting than being alone.

“When you came back, all I could think about was holding on to the person I’d become without that piece of myself. That piece I thought you had taken with you to your grave… I wanted to remain the Riddler, the version of myself who didn’t need love. Love was the piece I eliminated when I killed you, the piece I needed to bury to finally be him. After that, I only desired attention, respect, fear. I only needed answers. Finding out that you were alive… I started to remember what it was like to have love in my life. I started to realize how empty the construct I had created truly was. I made the Riddler because I thought love was a weakness, but I see now that- that it could be my strength, if I let it.” Ed pulls out of the hug, and he’s crying. He takes Oswald’s hands in his own. The man Oswald knew as Edward Nygma had boundless enthusiasm for being helpful. He had a deep affinity towards caring for others, and an overwhelming desire for connection, for love and friendship. Oswald doesn’t think he’d recognize the Riddler and Ed as the same person if the Riddler was indeed a man without love. That aside, Ed’s admission that love could be a strength is really what shocks Oswald to his core. The very first ideal he had ever expressed to Oswald was that it was a weakness, nothing more.

“It could be our strength. The possibility scares me, because there’s no way of knowing for sure, but I will regret it for the rest of my life if I don’t at least give it a chance. You understand me, Oswald, you see me as no one else ever has. We could be great. We could be Kings. I love you… and I’m ready to try, to find out if love really does conquer all.” Oswald opens his mouth to tell him it’s all he’s ever wanted, but Ed lays a hand over it to silence him. Clearly, he still needs to finish.

“That is, if you really can forgive me for all that I’ve done. I am truly sorry I shot you, Oswald. I regret it, but at the same time it felt like necessary retribution. I’m not trying to excuse it, I just need you to understand why. I need you to understand how your actions hurt me and why I did what I did. When you claimed that you hurt me so badly because you loved me… it affected me more deeply than you could possibly know.” Oswald thinks he has an idea, but Ed’s past is not something he wants to sift through right now.

“You know it’s already forgiven,” Oswald says, “But can you really forgive me? I have so much to make up for…” He pulls Ed’s hands up to his mouth and kisses the knuckles of each.

“Ed, I am so sorry I hurt you. I’m not one for regrets, but I will always regret taking away your freedom to choose me over Isabella. I will regret the hurt that my betrayal caused you for the rest of my life. Of the lengthy list of my sins, I only hate myself for the ones that nearly cost me you.” He drops one of Ed’s hands to caress his cheek, carrying his tears away.

“If you’ll permit me, I will spend the rest of my life making up for it, and respecting you like you deserve.” Ed nods, tears running down his face like a stream.

“I forgive you,” he gasps, “I want this more than anything. This scares me more than anything.” He throws his arms around Oswald’s shoulders and kisses him. Oswald catches him around the waist and falls back, holding Ed so he doesn’t roll off of him.

“I’ll protect you, we’ll protect each other. We’re going to be unstoppable together, I swear to you. Untouchable. This City’s going to know and fear our names,” Oswald says between quick kisses, trying to cover every inch of Ed’s face as he does the same to Oswald.


They kiss for some time, Ed allowing himself to feel safe with this new arrangement, reaffirming in his head that this feeling is not weakness. That Oswald is not his weakness, but his strength. It makes more sense than anything in his life ever has. Oswald is his answer.

It doesn’t last forever, of course. Eventually, like the criminal masterminds they are, they begin to plot their next course of action. This involves a fair bit of information sharing, in which Ed finds out that Oswald has witnessed the court’s weapon first hand, on a smaller scale. He wishes he were more familiar with the Tetch virus and what it can do, but it’s nothing he can’t find out. Unfortunately, their time together can’t last forever. Ed has already been missing for days, and he can’t stay away from The Sirens for much longer.

“You’ve already been missing,” Oswald pleads, “what’s a few more hours?”

“Every moment I’m gone is another moment that either Butch or Tabitha will believe we’ve been colluding, once I tell them what’s happened,” Ed explains. Oswald sighs, rolling them over. He presses between Ed’s legs.

“Mind if I leave you a parting gift before you kick me out?” He’s hard again. Ed’s jaw drops. This would be, what, the fourth time in less than five hours? Somehow, Ed had turned a virgin into a sex addict.

“I’m not kicking you out,” Ed says, spreading his legs again. He’s not opposed to more sex, of course. “However, I’m sure you’d be more comfortable returning to your own base of operations and collecting your things before I inform them that you’ve returned.

“How long do I have?” Oswald asks, opening the lube and preparing himself.

“How long do you need?” Ed asks. He’s definitely going to want a shower himself, and a good meal wouldn’t hurt.

“Six hours?” Oswald asks impishly, filling him again. Ed gasps, rocking down onto him. The temporary sting isn’t as off-putting anymore.

“That should be doable,” Ed says. He kisses Oswald, wrapping arms and legs around him to pull them as close together as they can possibly get. They make love, and this time Ed doesn’t pretend it’s anything else. He comes with Oswald’s name on his lips and then watches him, brushing his hair back from his face to see him better, to see how he’s pleasuring him. When Oswald comes inside of him he whispers Ed’s name, and Ed doesn’t feel the need to correct him in the slightest. He pulls free, kissing Ed’s forehead and lying back beside him. Oswald puts an arm around Ed and buries his face in his hair, kissing him again.

“Thank you,” he says. “I love you.” Ed looks up at him.

“I love you, too.” It feels like the first real admission, the first time he’s saying it and truly understanding what this means. What it means for him, for them. He sits up and kisses Oswald, telling himself that this is real, that this is the right choice. Ed moves them so Oswald is lying on his back, slipping a leg in between his and resting an arm on Oswald’s chest as they kiss.

“I could go for a shower,” Oswald says in an unusually low voice as they part, lips still touching but not quite kissing. Ed pulls back further and looks him over. There’s still blood on him, and he smells kinda funky.

“Yeah, you definitely could.” Oswald slaps his ass. “Ow! What?”

“I was trying to get you to shower with me. You can be so oblivious sometimes,” Oswald says, smiling all the while. It’s his smile that lets Ed know it’s not intended as an insult, but as an affectionate observation. Oswald takes him again in the shower, and Ed nearly kills them both when he comes and his knees buckle, almost sending them crashing down. He takes Oswald into his mouth after that, kneeling under the spray of the shower when he realizes he can barely stand at all, much less with Oswald fucking him against the tile. When they’re finished actually showering together (Ed is starting to suspect that shower sex was Oswald’s plan all along) he finds Oswald some clothes. Ed slips on a clean pair of boxers before rooting around for something suitable for Oswald to wear. First he retrieves an old button-down shirt, the sleeves were a little too short for Ed and fit fine on Oswald. An old pair of slacks that were highwaters on him are still a touch too long for Oswald, so Ed rolls the hem to a better length for him. A temporary fix for a temporary outfit. Oswald puts on the boots the court provided them, and it isn’t until Ed is fetching a coat (to ward off the chill in the air tonight) that he realizes Oswald is actually going to part from him now. He hands it to Oswald, but doesn’t let go.

“What’s wrong?” Oswald says, holding onto the coat but not attempting to take it from him any longer.

“Please be safe,” Ed says. He lets go of the coat and fetches his gun. “Take this, I’ll buy another.” Oswald has already shrugged on the coat and accepts the gun without comment, probably understanding that Ed would insist. He slips it into his coat pocket.

“I’ll be fine. Just bring them to me and we’ll finish this. You know where I’ll be.” Ed nods, leaning down to kiss him again before he goes. It occurs to him that he’s been running around in boxers this whole time, and that he’s probably a strange sight draped around a man dressed in an overcoat. Oswald stops kissing him just as Ed is considering attempting something drastic to keep him here, despite it being his suggestion that Oswald go. “You can tell your precious allies that I’m coming for them.”

“Of course,” Ed says. “How else can I lure them into a trap if they don’t believe they’re your targets as well? Barbara will be easily swayed, and they’ll follow her. She trusts my insight.”

“What will you tell them about the Court?” Oswald asks, “They were the reason you went missing, and Barbara is bound to want answers.”

“Rich men lack for it, poor men have it,” Ed says. “I’ll tell them nothing. Nothing of consequence, anyway. Perhaps a morsel of truth with little meaning before I turn them onto your scent.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Oswald says, moving up onto his toes to kiss Ed while he tugs him down by his shoulders. It’s brief, probably because he knows that if he kisses Ed any longer, neither of them are going to want to stop. Oswald opens the door to the apartment, turning back once he’s halfway through. “I’m expecting you in six hours.”

“I’m very punctual,” Ed says, and then the door closes.

I feel like they really missed a cool opportunity to use the environment in funland during a fight scene.. like the “showdown” could have been so cool but they kinda just…. Interacted on a singular plane like street fighter or something lol

Imagine then maneuvering through the rides to get around aquamarine and topaz to find weak spots on topaz.. Jumping through the structure of the rollercoaster and merry go round to confuse aquamarine so she can’t get them with her wand

Man that could’ve been cool idk


request for: anon

pairing: Reader x Sherlock

word count: 364


You bent down, near the body on the floor and snapped a few more pictures. When you could no longer take staring at the young girl’s body, you stood up and stepped back.

“Shame isn’t it.” You jumped at the sound of a man’s voice. He unbuttoned his long coat, continuing to scan the room for clues. “Sherlock Holmes.”

“What?” You asked, snapping back into reality.

“My name is Sherlock Holmes and judging by the way you’ve been flashing back and forth between reality, I’d say you didn’t sleep well last night.” He stopped looking around the room and stared at you. The man- Sherlock- walked up to you and touched a strand of your misplaced hair. “One strand out of place. My guess is that you were up all night fighting with your boyfriend.”

“Ex.” You corrected.

A small smile crept onto his face. “I was right. Of course I was I’m always right.”

“And arrogant.” You cut in.

“I didn’t catch your name.” He muttered.

“That’s because I didn’t give it to you.” I retorted. With a smile, you continued. “I’m Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.”

He spun around and faced the crime scene. “Y/N, I’m missing something. What am I missing?”

“You mean besides a couple screws?” You asked.

“Was that supposed to be a joke?” Sherlock asked. “It was funny.”

“Thanks for laughing.” You muttered, sarcastically.

“You’re welcome. Now what am I missing?” He continued.

You looked around the room. Everything seemed to be in place. Everything except for the the small wrinkle in the rug.

“There.” You pointed. “The rug.”

“Yes, but what does it mean?” Sherlock asked.

“Isn’t that what you’re here for?” You asked.

You grabbed your phone from your pocket as it started vibrating. “I have to go.”

“Where?” Sherlock asked.

“There’s been another murder.” You told him, giving him a small smile. “It was nice meeting you.”

“Y/N.” Sherlock stopped you on your way out.

“Yeah?” You turned around.

“Let’s be friends.” He suggested.

You grinned. “I’ll meet you at the restaurant across the street in an hour.”

Sherlock gave you a small nod and a smile. “I’ll see you there.”

I rewatched Man of Steel and Batman v Superman today in celebration of Superman Day-ok, so I only found out it was superman day after watching mos but still. Both movies were so much better than the first time I watched them. I remember thinking mos was alright but now I see the hope and optimism imbedded in the so called ‘dark’ tone of the film. I loved the Lois storyline. She’s not just a damsel in distress - in both films. I love that we don’t have to go through the whole guessing game with her and Clark’s alter ego. And I love the natural progression of their relationship. I sorta wish we could have seen more of their budding relationship when he joins the daily planet but I am aware that it wouldn’t have worked in the way the film’s were set up. I enjoyed Clark’s journey and him battling the very human themes of life, love and death, and whether to show the world who he really is. He was always a hero and we saw that in the flashbacks. He’s so very human and a lot of ppl seemed to have missed that when watching the film. Just bc he has these amazing powers doesn’t take away from the very human man within.
And bvs, well that was a great tie into the justice league and I loved every minute of it. The fight between the titular characters still gets me a little but I like the way it was handled. The introduction of Bruce has me excited for JL and his standalone film. Ben kills it as Batman. And omg Gal’s scenes are still some of my favourite of the film. I liked the continuation of Clark and Lois’ story. You can really see how much they love and respect each other; its beautiful. Henry once again amazes me as the perfect casting for Superman and his characterization is believable and humbling. Even Lex was more palatable the second time round.
God, rewatching both these films has made me even more excited for Justice League (if that were possible). Cant freaking wait for more films in the dceu universe.

Daredevil Wishlist

What I wish to see in Daredevil Season 3:

-Matt not being a total douchebag to Foggy

-Matt realizing that he can’t do what he does alone

-Foggy, happy and content after his break-up with Matt

-Bamf Karen!!!

-Vincent D'Onfrio reprising his role as Fisk. Man, I miss him! His appearance in the second half of S2 just made me realize why I watched this show in the first place.

-Punisher cameos where Matt and Frank snark at each other while fighting (and sometimes fight each other)

-Matt realizing that Elektra isn’t dead. Maybe more Mattelektra romance.

I would say more scenes with Frank and Karen, but Deborah Ann Woll will be in all 13 Eps of The Punisher there is certainly some new Kastle related content coming our way.

EXO: Sehun fluff/angst


ex0imagines: Out of Your League | Karaoke | Feelings & Flings | Overprotective Family | Pouty Sehun | Missing You | Road Trip | Fighting For Your Love | Sleeping | Jealous Sehun | Jealousy | Love War | Undercover Spy | Bubble Tea | First Date | Confession Letter | Too Hot Game | Pepero Kissing Game | Lingerie Shopping |

exo-can: Ups & Downs | 

an-exotic-writerLet’s Stay Like This | “Really.” | Ice Skating Adventure | Affections | Always | Assurance | At Least | As Many As You Want | Goodnight | Happy Birthday | This Apology | Strictly Mine | Our Baby Boy | Me As A Man | Protecting My Noona | You Could’ve Asked | Freezing Hot |

writewhatyoulove: Every Day | I Return Once More To That White Season | See You Tomorrow? | Balloon | Endearing | Yin Yang |

palpitate-hyperventilateScintilla |

exoticarmy127: Rule Breakers |

everlasting-scenes: Day Off ft. Suho & Kris | 

dreamsthroughthewindow: Prince Charming |

deercarrot: Soccer ft. Luhan & Lay | Sleep |

causekpop: Je Ne Sais Pas | HBS - Bubble |

onlylovekpop: My Answer |

chan-chanyeol: Abrupt | Allure | Ardent | Cozen | Fated | Insomnia | Overheat | Revel | Snare |

thesammtimesJealousy | Finals | Promise | Just What You Need | New Year’s Eve | Snapchat |

exobtsimagination:So This is Love | Winter | Exhausted |

baebsaesClassWatching the Sky Fall |

cha-bread:Fear | Cats And Dogs |

sehuns-bubble-txe:One Day | Just Hold Me | A While Now | Not -so-Secret Date | Practically Perfect

universitykpop: Everything Has Changed |

keypea: Covet | Redamancy | Sempiternal | TFLN | What’s Your Poison? | Bang the Drum |


ex0imagines: Argument | 

fabdolous: You’re Just A Child | 

an-exotic-writer: Temporary Dream | The One That Got Away |

writewhatyoulove: Stars |

chan-chanyeol: Burden | Furtive | Hearten | Invasive | Miscalculations | Limbo |

exobtsimagination: My Personal Angel | You Deserve Better | Not Again |  But What If? | A Missing Mate | Second Glance | Don’t wake Me | *Trigger Warning (Suicidal Thoughts)* Switch |

onlylovekpop:When You Fight |

sehuns-bubble-txe:Fortunately Intoxicated | Walking Away | Always Be the One

keypea: Silver | Mortem | Chemicals |

Declan Lynch has an affair with a middle aged man who also goes to church:
1) you all know the quote about declan and a middle aged mans car etc
2) „Someone kicked the back of their pew. It struck Ronan as an extremely un-Catholic action. He looked over his shoulder, elegant and dangerous, and raised an eyebrow at the middle-aged man sitting behind him.“

- Declan and Ronan are fighting in this scene because Matthew is missing (also Ronan is late for church) and here we have the scene were declans sugar daddy is defending him. Case closed.


DGMH COUNTDOWN: Day 4: Death / Last Words / Goodbyes

these prompts just screamed at me “oTP ANGST OTP ANGST” but i didn’t fight back the urge to draw this and hurt myself in the process

Shadowhunters Thoughts

I miss some more interactions between the characters like magnus and simon, magnus and clary, raphael and magnus. Damn, I miss magnus with everyone, this character is just so magnificent!!! Man, I just want MORE Magnus!!! Although Magnus is not the only one to be out of the picture theses days. I really think some scenes are far less important than others, sometimes I feel like some of these are a little empty. The writers really should work on the amount of screentime that some characters have compared to others. I’m actually really glad about the simon center plot, I believe the downworld deserves better. But shadowhunters too, we barely see fight scene or battle against demon. They have to find a balance and I think they’re getting to it and that is also why I love this show, it constantly is in progress, growing, learning from its mistakes. Just like us.


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“Oh my god, I can’t believe he’s an actual, real human being.”

You could only nod your head in agreement as you stared at the television screen. You and one of your closest friends were watching Captain America: Civil War (for what had to be the hundredth time) and you had to admit, the visuals in this film were far more appealing than any of the previous films. Especially the scenes involving Captain America and the tight gray t-shirt.

“Honestly,” she continued as she stared at the screen (she’d paused it on the helicopter scene), “how is he real? He is actually the definition of perfection.”

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Stolen Moment

Written for the XF Missing Scene Challenge. This is a (slightly) NSFW scene for “The Pine Bluff Variant”. The first line of dialogue is from the episode, the rest is all mine.

“They still need something from me … and I’m sensing there’s someone Haley trusts even less – The man giving him his orders. Someone I haven’t met yet. A guy named August Bremer.” The words flow from him easily, Scully thinks, here in the darkness.

“Mulder, why didn’t you just tell me?” She tries to stay calm; there are several feelings bubbling up inside of her, fighting against one another. Calm is not one of them. Or if it is, then it’s hidden somewhere under anger and disappointment.

“I wanted to, Scully, I honestly did. Skinner said I should keep you out of it.”

“Since when do you listen to Skinner?” Exasperation joins in and she has to stop herself from not pressing the ice pack too hard against Mulder’s injured finger. Looking at him, she knows why he listened to Skinner. When it comes to her, he listens to other people, to authority. She’s too angry right now to appreciate it, though.

“I’m sorry, all right? It’s not like you could have prevented this.”

“That’s beside the point, Mulder. This needs to be set, by the way. I can take you to a-”

“No. You can do it.”

“It’s going to hurt, Mulder.”

“Don’t care.” His eyes are dark; if she weren’t here, she knows he would just lie down on the couch and get some sleep. Forget about all of this as good as he can. She can tell that there are still so many things he’s not telling her about this. It’s not about her. For once he has the chance to keep her out of the line of danger and he’s doing it as best as he can.

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