man lace

i’m in my prime,
not withering and old.
but i refuse to play
your wicked games any longer.

i know this tether is unbreakable,
but you make me feel like i’m interchangeable.
you drew a target on my heart,
when did this become fatal attraction?

i don’t have the strength,
the energy,
nor the patience
to be held hostage by your love.

so baby please don’t despair
when i say that
i’ve found the courage to
let you go.

you were never meant to be tied down in the first place.

—  believing i could love you was my mistake, c.j.n.

if people were elements,
then we are ice and fire.

your touch is frost upon my burning skin,
my breath melts your frozen heart.
your kiss is cool against my lips,
and my heat warms you all the way down
to the tips of your toes.

and although we could complement each other,
beckon the other away from the end of polarity
to come and meet in the middle,
too much of one

will eliminate the other.

—  and i’d never forgive myself if i caused your destruction, c.j.n.
Stoned love

Stop messing round with that fire,
Living like love is just a gun for hire,
Cos one moment its just messing round,
To your wiki saying she’s your spouse,
Oh but its not just girls,
Cos yeah one moment I was tearing off her blouse,
Now she says she’s living in my house,

Babe I know you said you’d never smoke pot,
Its just; that burned Like your first splif,
Now we just hanging around in the dark, you’re pale as a ghost.
Stop messing round now, cos am too stoned,
You’re know I can’t save you cos in this game am too gone,

She’s only seventeen, and thinks at sixteen am all there is,
But a degenerate kind, baby am definitely not what you need,
She wants to dance with devil, Mr brownstone is just grave,
Oh Y’know the drugs will drown her out, just too young,
Can’t believe this is my life, smoking and fucking in the back,

The Marvel Movie You Didn’t Know You Wanted

Here’s the deal: it’s called the Runaways and it’s fuckin rad.

Synopsis: At a yearly family get-together, 5 teenagers and a young girl find out their parents are all members of a fucking cult that just sacrificed a girl, so they all figure out the powers and shit that they got from their parents and then they get the hell out of town (FUCKING DUH) and then their parents frame them for killing that girl and kidnapping the youngest one

Oh yeah, and this team is exactly the kind of diversity Marvel needs right now. Four words: just. one. white. dude. 

They’re lead by Alex Wilder, the incredibly smart son of two crime lords (who is black.)

Then there’s Nico Minoru, a Japanese girl who’s an actual fuckin witch

 Our one white guy, Chase Stein, whose only real power is the x-ray goggles and flaming gauntlets he stole from his (abusive) genius dad.

We’ve got Gert Yorkes, who is Jewish and has telepathic control over a fucking dinosaur 

There’s also Karolina Dean, an alien lesbian who turns solar rays into rainbow energy blast shit and it’s so goddamn pretty like FX guys are gonna love her

And finally Molly Hayes, an 11-year-old girl with super strength and lots of neat animal hats

And may I mention again, THEY HAVE A FUCKING DINOSAUR

You guys know what the best part is?


There’s pretty much nothing keeping them from making this movie except for the fact that no one’s really telling them to, SO GO TELL THEM TO MAKE IT. 

Like, now. 


EDIT: MARVEL has CONFIRMED that the Runaways won’t be a movie, but a HULU-EXCLUSIVE TV SERIES!
Lucha libre called to me. It showed me that women are as strong as men, as tough as men, and sometimes can kick ass better than a man can. I lace up my boots for all the girls out there who need to be on their feet. I train for every girl who no longer needs to be afraid. And I win for every girl out there who needs a hero. Because every woman is sexy, every woman is a star.
—  Sexy Star (Dulce Garcia) Lucha underground, season 1, episode 1.
Neil Josten with a Service Dog

Neil’s last year.

Neil’s last year everyone is gone, and sure he has the new baby foxes but no one is around:

Dan- signed
Matt- signed
Kevin- signed
Allison- Of in France or something sending ridiculously beautiful selfies
Renee- Peace Corps then mountain trekking
Nicky- Germany
Aaron- got dragged to Germany because Kaitlyn thought it would be fun
Andrew- signed.

-And obviously Neil’s emotions are wacky because of the trauma he suffered and suddenly everyone who was there to hold him up? He started losing them and obvs he didn’t actually lose them they’re still there but he lets himself sink to the corners of their attentions and lets himself lose them (even if they think about him all the time they don’t realize how distracted they get from the original foxes).

-And Andrew reinforced that Neil needed to talk to Bee over the years because he (they all have TBH) gone through too much not to.

-Neil actually likes being around Bee more as the upperclassmen go and when the monsters finally leave Neil subconsciously clings to Bee because she’s another constant he doesn’t want to lose (he ends up with Wymack and Abbey a lot too for dinner and stuff).

-And Bee watches as Neil has to try harder for exy and running and everything. He’s totally gone to the opposite end of the spectrum- at the beginning he had so much anxiety he ran to get it out and he was always ready for exy and classes he enjoyed.

-Now he’s kind of… wilting. And she’d seen it since the girls left, this slow descent in Neil’s mental health. And he’s had years to get used to talking to her, to make Andrew happy. Relaying facts about his day and venting about any shithead baby foxes.

-But after the monsters leave he kind of hits the bottom of it.

-He doesn’t go to class often enough.

-He practices when he has too, and he thinks if the baby foxes weren’t depending on him he wouldn’t at all. He only runs out of habit. And he can’t really recall what he does with free time unless he was talking to one of the original foxes, because he just kind of checks out when he’s alone with no distractions.

-He hadn’t told Andrew, because he knows Andrew would understand but he doesn’t know how to say it without it sounding like blame, without giving Andrew a reason to give up on his team and the foundation for being happy Kevin and Neil and everyone had worked so hard to give him.

-Bee suggests things when Neil lets something slip, something that isn’t fact but emotion:

-“I can’t breathe when I’m alone.”

-“I have nightmares, waking up back in Baltimore or about Andrew in the next room with… him and I jerk awake looking for a weapon. And then I can’t stop even when I’m awake, looking for something that isn’t there because no one’s in danger but I’m alone.”

-“I think when that happens I’m the danger.”

-And Bee makes suggestions:
It makes him think of Andrew, threatening Nicky with a knife and a smile. Neil says no.

-“Talk to Andrew?”
Neil denies that too.

-“What about a Service Dog?”
Neil stares at her.

-Bee explains Service dogs and tactile stimulation. At first the idea that a dog may persistently lick or nudge or whatever sounds irritating. Bee pushes a little harder, over the course of a few appointments. Finally Neil caves.

-Her name is Dana and she’s a Labrador retriever.

-She’s got a big smiling face and white blonde hair and within minutes of meeting her in Bee’s office Neil’s clothes are covered in hair.

-Within minutes of meeting him she has her head on his knee and is looking up at him with soft brown eyes and he slowly moves the tips of his fingers through the softest fur behind her ears.

-Bee has talked to the necessary people for Dana to stay in the dorms with him and all the baby foxes were warned (under the pretense that Dana was Neil’s pet, nothing more. Except for Cross, the baby fox Neil had been closest to due to Andrew’s obvious favoring of her) so when their session is over Neil walks Dana out to the car he had to buy when Andrew left with the Maserati.

-He doesn’t tell any of the original foxes.

-He doesn’t want to tell them he needs something to help him, he doesn’t want them to worry, he doesn’t want them to be disappointed if it doesn’t work.

-The same night he takes her home he jerks awake in a cold sweat at 4 am. But instead of empty air and a cold room and darkness he has a warm head on his chest that moves with his as he sits up, pressing a cold nose into his neck and licking his face.

-It’s so strange that the image in his head, his father and Lola looming over him, fractures and his head swims as he jerks out of his dream. She stops licking him obsessively when he pets her, and gives her one of the treats Bee told him to when the panic passed.

-Neil falls back asleep and wakes up to Dana’s head heavy on his stomach.

-Dana sits and waits for him in the stands while they practice, and it helps Neil go running when she’s next to him and he feels the responsibility of taking her out.

-The responsibility doesn’t make him feel heavy it feels like purpose.

-She sits quietly under his desk in class, sometimes with her head in his knee, and every time he thinks he might just stay in bed and do nothing she sits by the door and whines like she has to pee, but inevitably their walk gets him to class on time.

-He gets her midway-late in the season and before he knows it the season is over. And suddenly The Day is looming over him. The foxes had decided a day that they would all be free on and they’d use it as a day together, a day to make up every missed birthday and holiday.

-It comes quickly and before he knows it he’s going to a park (dog friendly) that they’d picked for this year and he’s twenty minutes early throwing a ball for Dana.

-Renee, Dan, and Matt get there first with a, “cool,” and a pet from Dan and a, “What’s her name?” From Matt.

-Allison shows up next and says, “what the hell is that,” until Dana licks her hand and Allison looks charmed.

-Kevin shows up next, right on time, and avoids Dana with a wary look until Neil falls over laughing at the noise he makes when Dana drops the slobbery ball in Kevin’s lap.

-Kevin looks a little more open to the dog if she makes Neil happy enough to laugh like that.

-The monsters show up a few minutes late, punctuated by Nicky yelling, “oh my god!” And Dana responding to him flinging himself to the ground with equal enthusiasm. Aaron just blinks as Kaitlyn joins Nicky in rubbing Dana’s belly. Andrew looks scornful.

-“Where did that thing come from?” And a part of Neil shrinks away, but he says in a level voice, “I brought her.”

-Andrew assesses him and only Kevin and Renee really hear when he asks, “why?”

-Dan and Allison are finally unpacking the food on the picnic table and Aaron, Kaitlyn, Matt, and Nicky are sifting through it for what they want.

-Neil looks at her leash bunched in his hands and shrugs, twisting the black rope around his fingers.

“Abram?” Andrew says and with one hand tilts Neil’s head up with his fingers, and rests the other on the back of his neck.

-It’s sounds plain and bored but Neil knows this man and there’s concern lacing his voice and in the shadow of his hazel eyes.

-Neil shifts his head to push it into Andrew’s palm and says lowly, “Bee got her for me,” and Andrew’s hand that had slid to his hair stills.

-“She’s a service dog for, like. Depression. And panic attacks,” he forces out and Renee’s eyes shoot to him before quickly away and Kevin is utterly still and not looking at them as he listens to Neil speak.

-Andrew’s hand doesn’t move for a minute until finally he says, “get her to come here.”

-Neil whistles and she’s there in a second, pushing her nose into his side and his hand and checking on him.

-Neil debates for a second before saying in a level voice, "she’s helping me.” Matt’s head snaps up and Dan slaps him gently and shakes her head telling him not to interrupt him.

-Andrew kneels and cups her face, holding the ball, in his hands. He scratches her ears a second and then opens his hand to ask for the ball, which she gives him. He turns toward the empty hill space behind them and whips it, the ball flying high and far and Dana entirely happy to go after it.

-“Good,” Andrew says and puts the hand without slobber and grass in Neil’s hair again.

today-only-happens-once  asked:

^u^ *waves* Hope you don't mind me sending one in: how about "it's just a cut, really." with Dean and either angst or fluff?

Originally posted by justjensenanddean

“It’s just a cut, really,” Dean growled, swatting your hand away as you tried to dab gauze over the spot above his eyebrow. He was surly and irritable, but you could tell from the line of blood down his face that he’d probably need a couple stitches in it. 

“Knock it off Dean, and let me clean it.” 

“Who asked you to help?” He snapped, swiping the open first aid kit from the table and stomping toward the bathroom, leaving a wake of supplies behind him as they fell from the kit. 

“No one, actually.” You followed behind him, picking up bandaids, packaged gauze, and packets of burn and antibiotic ointment on your way. “But I’m going to help anyway, so sit your ass down on that toilet and let me clean you up.”

He turned and gave you and icy glare, but did as you commanded, sitting on the closed toilet and looking like a small, petulant child. He didn’t say a word, only winced a couple times, as you poured iodine on gauze and cleaned the cut. 

“This is going to need stitches,” you told him, pinching the two sides together and estimating that three would do the trick. 

“Well, what’re you waiting for?” You weren’t sure what had made him so surly, him and Sam had saved Kevin’s mom. That was a good thing. 

As you prepped the needles and thread, making sure you had all you needed, you chanced a question. “What’s got your panties in a twist?” 

“Nothing.” His tone said that was final, but you pushed anyway. 

“Bullshit, what’s wrong?” 

He kept quiet as you continued to work, all except for the minor winces as the the needle pierced his skin and you gently pulled the thread taught to bring the two sides together. 

“We saved her, but have nothing to give back to her but a ghost.” 

The statement came out of nowhere just as you finished and clipped the excess thread from the end. You let it hang in the air, knowing he was far from done, and cleaned up your mess before placing clean gauze over the stitched cut and taping it down. 

“Nothing but a fucking ghost. That’s it. How is that okay, huh? How could she ever forgive me for that? On my watch I…” 

“Dean Winchester, you listen to me,” you said, hands cupping each of his cheeks and forcing him to look up at you. “Kevin’s death is not your fault, not one bit. And you need to stop beating yourself up for it. Mrs. Tran is stronger than you give her credit for, and she’s already forgiven you. At least, ghost or not, she’ll be able to say her goodbyes, get closure when otherwise she wouldn’t be able to.” 

Dean wrapped his arms around your middle, pulling you forward, his head on your chest. You held him there, one hand combing through the short hairs on the back of his head and felt the tension ease out of him. 

“What would I do without you?” He asked, his deep voice rumbling through your whole body. 

“You’d be a grumpy, asshole old man,” you said, sarcasm lacing your words, and you felt him smile against you, his arms giving you a small squeeze. If he could smile at a playful jab, everything would be alright. “C’mon, let’s get to bed, we have a long drive tomorrow.” 

“Not gonna argue with that,” he said, standing up, his arms still around you. But instead of looking tired, he smirked down at you just before he swooped down and sealed his lips around yours. 

Still taking prompts for Drabble Sunday 

House of Curtains - White Noise part 3

→ Reader x Cyborg!Baekhyun

→ Futuristic AU; in which you refuse to let your fiance leave you in oblivion. 

Pt. 1 (M) - Pt. 2 - Pt. 4

Word count: 1,6K

Your whole body is frozen, your voice giving in and wavers as you sob out, falling to your knees and climbing over to Baekhyun’s limp body on the road. Your hands clamber to support his head off of the pavement. You don’t even have to check his pulse - his robot heart will keep him alive even when he’s ready to die.

“Baekhyun.” You cry out into the air, letting yourself get the last tears and sobs out of your system while you cradle his head. You repeat his name in whispers, as if you’re begging the gods - if there still exists any - to bring your lover back;


… “Y/N?”

Baekhyun was lying motionless on the cold, drenched road, clouded eyes wide as they stared up at you. Your knees and cheeks were uncomfortably wet and there was a cold breeze that ran down the opening of your adorned top, causing goosebumps to appear on your skin. 

It was silent as the two of you stared, not moving an inch and holding your breaths, at each other. Only the whirring sound of Baekhyun’s heart and the sound of another pair of footsteps arriving out of the pub and pausing by the two of you sounded in the dim street. 

There was a sigh and Baekhyun’s eyes slowly left yours, instead falling onto the newcomer behind you. “Yixing.” He spoke so weakly, placing his bruised elbows underneath his even more bruised body, pushing his back off the road with a visible wince. 

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anonymous asked:

fic anon: omfg me too :* :* :* got any recs? or fav plots

I found the updated list sangwoo-hoo was saying earlier that I probably forgot about (ಥ﹏ಥ)

  • I’m reading Beautiful Scarred Soul bc it’s about Sangwoo’s POV and im always a hoe for reading psychological fanfics
  • Recidivism, I was reading it for some while but I stopped at chapter 5? I’m waiting until it gets a lot more chapters before I binge read
  • You Look So Lovely Limbless lolololololol oh man
  • Lace ~ LOL from the first chapter when Sangwoo insulted Bum, saying he’d look less shitty if he was in girl clothes I immediately laughed. Savagewoo is my FAVORITE

I’ve been trying to read more fluff in my sparetime bc I just feel really fluffy lately lol

I’m sure there’s more but here you goooo

Just Sorry? A Mini Series (Chapter 11/??)

Warning: Following chapters will contain Smut, Violence, Explicit Language, Daddy Kink, Rough Sex, Angst etc.

Previous Chapter: 10

Word Count: 2,491

“Has anyone seen Jinyoung? He was supposed to help me prepare the cake but he disappeared before I could even start.” Hana huffed out in frustration as her slender hands reached behind her to untie the pink apron hugging her waist.

Everyone had already settled in the dining room waiting for the artist to come down and join them for dinner. Except no one had seen him since the morning when he told Youngjae he had to go into the city to meet up with one of his patrons about a new art piece in the works.

“I don’t know maybe he’s still out. Can’t we just start without him? Your boy is hungry over here.” BamBam groaned and patted his stomach to only receive a light slap to his arm from Natalie beside him.

“Oh shut up. We can wait an extra five minutes all the food isn’t even on the table yet.” She pointed out as Youngjae beside her smiled her way causing the young female to blush. Still haven’t mustered up the courage to talk to Youngjae about her feelings, every time his eyes would land on her, she felt an electric wave jolt through her body.

“Nah, BamBam’s right. Babe we can start without him, he wouldn’t care anyways”. Mark chimed while motioning Hana to take a seat beside him. Once everyone was settled in and all the food had arrived, dinner begun without the brunette.

Surely, he wouln’t mind.

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