man who hates losing the most

The Signs As YA Novel Archetypes

Aries: The depressed girl who magically loses her depression and becomes happy


Taurus: The shy boy (who ends up being a fuckboy)


Gemini: The computer God (HACKER VOICE… IM IN)


Cancer: The dedicated leader, bossy, fans love him


Leo: The YA novel reader, enjoys the book


Virgo: The character who just always takes care of the other characters


Libra: The Mary Sue


Scorpio: The YA novel reader who hates the book, angrily emails the author ten times in a row and then goes to their house to physically kill the author


Sagittarius: The Strong Man who just can’t get laid


Capricorn: The villain that most fans hate


Aquarius: The villain that most fans want to have sex with


Pisces: The sweet and happy girl that deserved better

Jason’s telling the Bellarke story, and it’s romantic.

*I’ve never written meta or spec or anything like that before, I am a known shitposter, but I had a lot on my mind so just stay with me while I attempt this.

Ok guys, I know the finale has us all drowning in our tears and the looming hellatus has us quivering in our boots, but I am here to offer a bit of Blarke hope.

Jason is writing romantic Bellarke. It’s in the story, and after the finale and his recent interviews I am more confident than ever. He might hate us, and want to torture us, and stretch this slow burn out as long as humanly possible, but he’s telling the a story and Bellarke is at the center of it. 

Now to my “evidence” or whatever:

The Writing

Let’s take a look at our most iconic Bellarke episodes over the last couple of years and also look at who wrote those episodes, focusing on two writers in particular: the show runner, and the man he was ready to hand over the reigns to.

  • 2x16: the iconic “together” moment, and the entire good-bye scene (Jason)
  • 3x02: Bellamy losing his shit, going after Clarke, the cave scene, “WE CANT LOSE CLARKE” (Aaron and Wade)
  • 3x15: “I trust you”, “You’re not the only one trying to save someone you care about.” “START WITH BELLAMY BLAKE” (Aaron and Wade)
  • 4x01: oh boy, “Thanks for keeping me alive”, Bellamy losing his shit both times Echo threatens Clarke’s life, the very intentional cut to Bellamy’s face when Clarke talks about /exa, the return of “princess” (Jason)
  • 4x12: roadtrip flirting, worried Bellamy as Clarke takes off her helmet, the blarke of it all (Aaron and Wade)
  • 4x13: the hug, the face caress that haunts my dreams, the entire head and the heart discussion, “I’ve got you for that”, “I left her behind”, Clarke radioing Bellamy every single day for 2199 days (Jason)
    • *yes I know other moments like the s2 reunion hug, the s3 beach hug, and the list episode were by other writers, but that’s not my focus

Are you seeing the pattern here? Either Jason or Aaron/Wade write the most important Bellarke scenes of each season. We have the biggest known Blarke writer on staff (imo) and the actual show runner responsible for these treasures. 

THEN, you add the fact that Jason was ready to let Aaron take over, if his other pilot got picked up. He trusted Aaron, a known Blarke stan, to continue the story he was telling. Isn’t that suspicious? 

But just think, our 2 biggest Bellarke episodes were written by Jason.

Planning

So we’re all aware that Jason says he knows where he wants the show to go for about 6 seasons - even if I still think 3a was a mess and not the original storyline for reasons. He has planned out how this show ends and he’s had that ending since he started. 

He wouldn’t be responsible for writing such iconic (romantic) Bellarke moments and interweaving that into the plot if it didn’t go anywhere. The man is trash and I wouldn’t trust him to buy my groceries, but he knows what he’s doing and he knows how to tell a story, even if he gets it twisted sometimes. He knows where to starts and how to end - which is why he writes the first and last episode of every season.

Their Story

“First of all, Bellamy and Clarke have always been at the center of this show. It has always been the story of — on some level — Clarke and her relationship to Bellamy. […]” -Jason Rothenberg

I think we’ve all learned to take Jason’s interviews with a grain of salt, but he knows what story he’s telling.

The show is about them. He is writing their story, and he has been from the beginning. Which is all especially evident when you look at the S1 script leaks that blessed us this year, and what was cut out, aka DAY TRIP. 

It’s been them from the start and it’s been romantic from day one. 

Anyway, This was my first shitty attempt at meta or spec or whatever and probably my last, but I think it’s just important to realize what’s going on despite how shitty Jroth is, he’s telling a certain story. 

But add on to this if you want. Thanks!

Black Butterflies 5

I’m really very sorry if the last part wasn’t that good but I hope this time I make up for it. Plus You see i really loves getting messages when you guys talk to me in general. Makes me very happy. And I might end the series in next part or the next to it as I am not getting much responses to it. And lately I’ve been feeling that I writing shit so it is better if I stop.

Reblog and recommend others too if you like it :)

Word Count:: 2430

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Somebody said right that you don’t know importance of something till it’s gone. Harry understood that statement by now. He didn’t know what he was losing till he saw his love kissing the man he hated the most. He never liked Jake. He knew he was an ass who roamed around with every woman he could find. His heart shattered into million pieces when he saw the look in your eyes that you once had for him.

But above of all the time wasn’t in his favor now. Karma was doing it right. And now it was his turn to get hurt.

He couldn’t even turn his back from what he did. He didn’t mean to but still that happened. He did got Kristine pregnant, and for the first time in years he wasn’t happy with the announcement. He didn’t wanted a baby with her but he wanted his own babies. Noah and Rose who were now in full custody of you. He missed having the kids around him. He missed hearing the word daddy. He missed getting the soft kisses and warm cuddles from them. Above all he missed his family but now he was divorced.

His eyes blurred with tears looking down in his phone at the photo of you and Rose. It the time when you held her for the first time. You just had given birth to her a few minutes ago when Harry pulled his phone out to click a picture of you both.Her small lips were ‘O’ shaped as she yawned, her tiny nose scrunched up with a heartwarming smile on your face. But instead of warming him up, your smile made him colder. His heart felt like freezing. It was all his fault. If he didn’t had thought like that and cheated on you with Kristine then it would’ve been better. No doubt the rough patch would still be there but at least you would’ve gone through it somehow.

 A marriage is a like a thread hanging out from a cloth, pulling it always makes the cloth worst and look ugly so cutting it is the best option but sewing it isn’t bad either, no doubt it’ll make it look a bit ugly but it is better than cutting.

“Haz???” Harry’s thoughts were cut off by Kristine as he shoved his phone inside his pocket and wiped his tears with the back of your hand.

“yes love?”

“why are you crying?” she asked him with her hand on her hip. Her belly had a small round curve that made Harry sick. It’s not like he was against the baby but was against himself for doing that.

“I-I cannot do this anymore” he cried in his hand looking away. His heart was breaking and it was not acceptable by Kristine. She knew Harry was still in love with you and that was setting her off edge.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU CANNOT DO THIS ? YOU BLOODY WANKER! IT IS YOU WHO KNOCKED ME UP!” She shouted at the top of her lungs and stormed out of the living room to her their bedroom. Harry wasn’t from the ones who can stand anyone shouting at the but the sitaution was different that time. He was too weak, too fragile, too broken to shout back at her. He felt like shit. He was no dog to be shouted at like that but then he remembered, he too did the same with you and the kids didn’t he? when you came to his house to talk to Kristine where all he did was shout at you telling you how it was all your fault, how it was all you who made him do that. How he kicked you outta his house.

His sobs and cries became louder with every breath he took. He wasn’t going to be okay anytime soon or ever.

———
You moaned with the feeling of Jake’s body rocking with yours. His hard cock inside of you hitting your g-time perfectly with every thrust. His face hidden in your chest and his tongue busy in swirling around the hard bud of your nipples. The bed rocked along with your bodies in perfect rhythm. You sweaty bodies slapping against each other deliciously.

It’s been a month since you and Harry officially parted your ways. The image of his face with his bloodshot eyes sometimes made you wonder if you did the right thing by signing the papers but then you remember that it was Harry who took all the decisions from who’s mistake it was to getting divorce so who the hell are you to decide if you did right or wrong.

“Hmm jake” You moaned scratching his back as he kissed along your neck.

“Yes doll?”

“Gonna cum” you panted

“cum” he said sensually in your ear and that was enough to make you cum. He was cumming the thin plastic condom the next second. He rolled of you catching his breath and got up to go to bathroom before pecking your sweat covered forehead. You stared at the ceiling blankly before closing your eyes. His face was all you cloud see. It wasn’t like sex with Jake was bad or something but the feeling you shared with harry just wasn’t there. You remembered the time when it your first night after the wedding perhaps, the love making night.

Your hungry lips collided with each other as your legs stumbles making you fall on the bed. Your bare chest covered by nothing but the while lingerie that you wore underneath your wedding dress. Harry’s pupil dilated, love and lust reflected by them as he admired you from head to toe. Your hair messed up all over the cushion, lipstick smudged and cheeks flushed not with make up but because of heavy make out.

He leaned in and started kissing your neck ever so softly taking forever. Savoring the taste of your skin covered with goosebumps he moves up to your cheeks. Placing sloppy kissing on your cheeks he stops cupping them to stare in your eyes.

Husband. He was yours now. Your husband. You eyes filled with tears as your moved your hand to cups how cheeks as well. A tear slipped trough your eye and went all the way from corner to the pillow damping it.Your eyes filled with utter love and ardor. You rubbed the apple of his cheeks with your thumb, his body now hovering yours. Lips just a mere inches away from yours. You could feel his warm breath on yours. 

Lifting your left hand up, he pecked the back of it feeling the cold metal of band that now marked you his wife. You felt his smile on your hand and a tear on your cheek. Catching the other from your thumb you smiled at him.

“I can’t believe it. I am married to m’love” 

“so can’t I Harry. It’s all like a dream innit?”

“It is. But I’m glad that it’s the truth because their ain’t anyone else whom I’d like to call mine except the woman lying beneath me. He smiled sniffling. He pecked the back of your once again before attaching his lips with yours. Your lips moved together with all the passion and love that you both felt at the moment. Not caring about the world and completely unaware of what could come in future.

Your eyes filled with tears as you looked away from the ceiling blinking the tears away. You hated the fact that you still loved him. Your heart still called for him. Your eyes still searched for his face in Jake. You lips still searching for the same feeling you got with harry. You life still searching for the piece of puzzle to complete itself that was none other than harry.

“why’d you do that to me Harry. why?” You asked yourself blinking the tears away. 

You wiped the tiny droplets of water when you heard the bathroom door open. Jake came out of the bathroom with steam coming out of it. You smiled and plopped yourself on your elbows and laid on your tummy. Your eyes scanning his naked body covered with nothing but a white fluffy towel and water beads.

“Like what you see babe?” He asked with a smirk. His wet hair pushed back and his skin glistening with water. You bite your lip and sat up holding the covers to your chest. You pushed your hair to one side of your neck, cold air hitting the naked skin of your back.

No doubt you felt beautiful with him..

“you’re turning me on again” You said biting your lips. A giggle escaped your lips when out of a sudden Jake pushed you back on bed hovering you. Taking off his towel off, he pulled the covers off you which were covering your gorgeous breast.

“No stopping tonight then huh? “ He smirked.

“Absolutely”

——————–

“hmmm Jake wake up” You groaned rolling to your right. It was around 6 in the morning and someone was continuously ringing the bell of your house. Whoever it was, was surely gonna be dead you thought to yourself before standing up groggily and made your way downstairs. A shiver ran down your spine as soon as the cool air hit your skin. Someone must’ve left the window open.

“Who is it?” You asked and shook your head when received no reply. Opening the door, you were greeted by nothing but a small basket in which there lied two pups. You picked the basket and carried it inside. The small baby dogs were all curled up against the warm blanket that was around them to protect from the hard cold, merciless wind.

“oh babies.” you cooed them and saw a small paper folded by them. Setting the basket on the table you open the paper.

Hi love

You knew who it was. The handwriting said it all. Tears already were up-to your eyes when you realized how much you missed his handwriting. You remember how Harry used to wake you up with all those small cheesy messages saying ‘Hi sexy’ or ‘love you my world’ etc. Though it all was a small gesture of love, it made you feel loved to the extreme every day.

I know you’re mad at me and hate me. I know what I’ve done is beyond to be forgive. But believe when i say this, I still love you Y/n. I will always love you no matter what. It took a me a lot of time to understand and it wasn’t until god smacked some brain in me and made me realize what i was missing. 

Your eyes red, nose puffed and breath uneven. This wasn’t happening. He cannot do this. Not after what happened. Not now.

And I know you will never forgive me. But I will keep asking begging you for it till the day you will and even after that because what I’ve done is nothing but pure disgust and shameful thing ever. Trust me I hate myself everyday for causing you so much of pain. Now i feel how I made you feel. Now I am getting the bruised that i gave you once. Now I am being paid for my sins.

But till the day you forgive me, can I ask you for something. Can I at least see my kids once, please? My own are dying to see them, my hands are dying to hold them. Please? It is a request from a father Y/n. This time it’s not Harry Styles asking you this but an unsuccessful father and a husband.

I hope you will accept my request.

All the love H xx

The small letter of utter hate and anger that you had for the man writing this made you feel pity on him. You felt bad for him. You knew how it felt to be left alone, how it felt when the only person you loved discards your away withing no time, you knew how it felt to be broken and you didn’t wanted Harry to experience the same. You did wanted him to suffer, but for the sake of humanity you didn’t allow yourself to do the same with him.

You weren’t be like him. That’s what differed you from Harry.


“oh that’s great” you said to Harry’s friend Mitch. He bumped in you when you were returning from ordering your coffee. He just told you about his engagement with his long term girlfriend. He was well aware of the situation you were facing and that’s why he didn’t brought it up.

“Seems a lot of fun” you said smiling stirring your espresso.

“Yeah. Two weddings next month.” he chuckled shaking his head. Uh two weddings? For sure one was his but who’s was other.

“t-two?” you asked in confusion.

“didn’t he tell you?” 

“who?”

“uggh shouldn’t have said that” he groaned and pulled on his hair in anger. Your heart paced up.

“tell me Mitch!” you said more like ordered.

“Harry’s marrying Kristine next month because they wanna deliver the baby after the wedding” He said unable to make eye contact with you. His eyes softened with your changing expression.

Your eyes were wide opened by now. A whimper left your lips along with some tears down your cheek. You weren’t over the divorce completely. You weren’t healed entirely and you were wounded again. You heart clenched and cries muffled by your hand. You got up and ran to your house as fast as you could. 

Mitch’s word echoing through your brain made it harder for you to walk and you fell on your knees crying. 

He was getting married. Kristine was pregnant. He lied being still in love with you. You cried as loud as you could grabbing attention from the strangers who looked at you like some kinds mental. But you couldn’t help it. You were exhausted from being strong.

You were destructed.


FEEDBACKSSS??

You know what a great S7 Winterfell plot would’ve been. Sansa and Arya sitting down and discussing what happened to both of them. The troubles and horror they both faced.

Arya going mental at Ramsay and Joffrey for all the pain they’ve caused her sister but being proud of Sansa for being strong and standing up to those who harmed her like a true Stark. Realising that Sansa has changed from the spoiled, naive little girl into an intelligent, caring young woman.

Sansa cursing the Faceless Men for trying to rid Arya of her identity and for blinding and beating her. Hating on the Lannisters for capturing her at Harrenhal and driving her to create a list but being proud that Arya kept her humanity, that she was able to overcome her struggles and did not lose her Stark identity. 

Both sisters being proud that the boy they last saw lying broken on his bed has grown into an intelligent young man who is arguably the most powerful person in Westeros, someone who will have a major role in fighting the White Walkers. Both of them working together to assure Bran he’s more than a three-eyed raven, trying to bring him out of his state and back to the happy, loving boy they remembered.

Patton’s Speech to the Third Army, June 5th, 1944

Gentlemen, be seated,

Men, all this stuff you hear about America not wanting to fight, wanting to stay out of the war, is a lot of bullshit. Americans love to fight. All real Americans love the sting and clash of battle. When you were kids, you all admired the champion marble shooter, the fastest runner, the big-league ball players and the toughest boxers. Americans love a winner and will not tolerate a loser. Americans play to win all the time. That’s why Americans have never lost and will never lose a war. The very thought of losing is hateful to Americans. Battle is the most significant competition in which a man can indulge. It brings out all that is best and it removes all that is base.

You are not all going to die. Only two percent of you right here today would be killed in a major battle. Every man is scared in his first action. If he says he’s not, he’s a goddamn liar. But the real hero is the man who fights even though he’s scared. Some men will get over their fright in a minute under fire, some take an hour, and for some it takes days. But the real man never lets his fear of death overpower his honor, his sense of duty to his country, and his innate manhood.

All through your army career you men have bitched about what you call ‘this chicken-shit drilling.’ That is all for a purpose—to ensure instant obedience to orders and to create constant alertness. This must be bred into every soldier. I don’t give a fuck for a man who is not always on his toes. But the drilling has made veterans of all you men. You are ready! A man has to be alert all the time if he expects to keep on breathing. If not, some German son-of-a-bitch will sneak up behind him and beat him to death with a sock full of shit. There are four hundred neatly marked graves in Sicily, all because one man went to sleep on the job—but they are German graves, because we caught the bastard asleep before his officer did.

An army is a team. It lives, eats, sleeps, and fights as a team. This individual hero stuff is bullshit. The bilious bastards who write that stuff for the Saturday Evening Post don’t know any more about real battle than they do about fucking. And we have the best team—we have the finest food and equipment, the best spirit and the best men in the world. Why, by God, I actually pity these poor bastards we’re going up against.

All the real heroes are not storybook combat fighters. Every single man in the army plays a vital role. So don’t ever let up. Don’t ever think that your job is unimportant. What if every truck driver decided that he didn’t like the whine of the shells and turned yellow and jumped headlong into a ditch? That cowardly bastard could say to himself, 'Hell, they won’t miss me, just one man in thousands.’ What if every man said that? Where in the hell would we be then? No, thank God, Americans don’t say that. Every man does his job. Every man is important. The ordnance men are needed to supply the guns, the quartermaster is needed to bring up the food and clothes for us because where we are going there isn’t a hell of a lot to steal. Every last damn man in the mess hall, even the one who boils the water to keep us from getting the GI shits, has a job to do.

Each man must think not only of himself, but think of his buddy fighting alongside him. We don’t want yellow cowards in the army. They should be killed off like flies. If not, they will go back home after the war, goddamn cowards, and breed more cowards. The brave men will breed more brave men. Kill off the goddamn cowards and we’ll have a nation of brave men.

One of the bravest men I saw in the African campaign was on a telegraph pole in the midst of furious fire while we were moving toward Tunis. I stopped and asked him what the hell he was doing up there. He answered, 'Fixing the wire, sir.’ 'Isn’t it a little unhealthy up there right now?’ I asked. 'Yes sir, but this goddamn wire has got to be fixed.’ I asked, 'Don’t those planes strafing the road bother you?’ And he answered, 'No sir, but you sure as hell do.’ Now, there was a real soldier. A real man. A man who devoted all he had to his duty, no matter how great the odds, no matter how seemingly insignificant his duty appeared at the time.

And you should have seen the trucks on the road to Gabès. Those drivers were magnificent. All day and all night they crawled along those son-of-a-bitch roads, never stopping, never deviating from their course with shells bursting all around them. Many of the men drove over 40 consecutive hours. We got through on good old American guts. These were not combat men. But they were soldiers with a job to do. They were part of a team. Without them the fight would have been lost.

Sure, we all want to go home. We want to get this war over with. But you can’t win a war lying down. The quickest way to get it over with is to get the bastards who started it. We want to get the hell over there and clean the goddamn thing up, and then get at those purple-pissing Japs. The quicker they are whipped, the quicker we go home. The shortest way home is through Berlin and Tokyo. So keep moving. And when we get to Berlin, I am personally going to shoot that paper-hanging son-of-a-bitch Hitler.

When a man is lying in a shell hole, if he just stays there all day, a Boche will get him eventually. The hell with that. My men don’t dig foxholes. Foxholes only slow up an offensive. Keep moving. We’ll win this war, but we’ll win it only by fighting and showing the Germans that we’ve got more guts than they have or ever will have. We’re not just going to shoot the bastards, we’re going to rip out their living goddamned guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks. We’re going to murder those lousy Hun cocksuckers by the bushel-fucking-basket.

Some of you men are wondering whether or not you’ll chicken out under fire. Don’t worry about it. I can assure you that you’ll all do your duty. War is a bloody business, a killing business. The Nazis are the enemy. Wade into them, spill their blood or they will spill yours. Shoot them in the guts. Rip open their belly. When shells are hitting all around you and you wipe the dirt from your face and you realize that it’s not dirt, it’s the blood and gut of what was once your best friend, you’ll know what to do.

I don’t want any messages saying 'I’m holding my position.’ We’re not holding a goddamned thing. We’re advancing constantly and we’re not interested in holding anything except the enemy’s balls. We’re going to hold him by his balls and we’re going to kick him in the ass; twist his balls and kick the living shit out of him all the time. Our plan of operation is to advance and keep on advancing. We’re going to go through the enemy like shit through a tinhorn.

There will be some complaints that we’re pushing our people too hard. I don’t give a damn about such complaints. I believe that an ounce of sweat will save a gallon of blood. The harder we push, the more Germans we kill. The more Germans we kill, the fewer of our men will be killed. Pushing harder means fewer casualties. I want you all to remember that. My men don’t surrender. I don’t want to hear of any soldier under my command being captured unless he is hit. Even if you are hit, you can still fight. That’s not just bullshit either. I want men like the lieutenant in Libya who, with a Luger against his chest, swept aside the gun with his hand, jerked his helmet off with the other and busted the hell out of the Boche with the helmet. Then he picked up the gun and he killed another German. All this time the man had a bullet through his lung. That’s a man for you!

Don’t forget, you don’t know I’m here at all. No word of that fact is to be mentioned in any letters. The world is not supposed to know what the hell they did with me. I’m not supposed to be commanding this army. I’m not even supposed to be in England. Let the first bastards to find out be the goddamned Germans. Some day, I want them to rise up on their piss-soaked hind legs and howl 'Ach! It’s the goddamned Third Army and that son-of-a-bitch Patton again!’

Then there’s one thing you men will be able to say when this war is over and you get back home. Thirty years from now when you’re sitting by your fireside with your grandson on your knee and he asks, 'What did you do in the great World War Two?’ You won’t have to cough and say, 'Well, your granddaddy shoveled shit in Louisiana.’ No sir, you can look him straight in the eye and say 'Son, your granddaddy rode with the great Third Army and a son-of-a-goddamned-bitch named George Patton!’

All right, you sons of bitches. You know how I feel. I’ll be proud to lead you wonderful guys in battle anytime, anywhere. That’s all.

Molly’s Type

Well, I’ve been writing intoxicated!lock so much, I thought Molly deserved a turn.


Sherlock stepped into the pub just as a rousing cheer went up among the patrons. Ignoring them, he glanced around the small seating area of the ignominiously named ‘Fox and Hound’. Not finding the face he was seeking, a frown furrowed his brow with a duel bout of annoyance and concern.

“There you are.”

That was not the voice he’d expected, but it was familiar, and Sherlock looked down into the face of the Indian woman who was Molly’s particular friend. “Ah. Hello, um…”

She huffed. “Meena? We’ve met like eight times, for fuck’s sake. I just texted you.”

“Right. Sorry,” Sherlock said. He really hadn’t read the signature on the text instructing him to come to the pub. “Molly’s in the loo, then?”

“Molly,” Meena said, pointing at the clump of rowdy patrons, “is over there.” She hefted her purse strap higher on her shoulder. “Right, I’m off. I only stayed to make sure that Molly didn’t go home with Olaf Petersen. She’s just drunk enough to do something that stupid.”

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Pretty. Odd.- Tyler Bate

This is my first try at actually putting one of these up. God, I hope it’s alright.
Tyler Bate x reader

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Things are shaping up to be pretty odd. Little deaths in musical beds. So it seems I’m someone I’ve never met.

Y/N remembered the exact moment she decided she wanted to be a pro wrestler. She had been in the audience of an NXT taping in 2013 and one match in particular caught her attention. It had been a bout between Paige and Summer Rae. The fiery passion was evident between the raven haired Brit and the tall blonde, putting their all into every move they made. Paige came out with the victory but both had been excellent performers. Y/N was inspired, so much so that she began training a few months later.

It was around this time that she began to pay more attention to indie wrestling, PROGRESS quickly becoming a favourite of hers. She always wanted to go to one of their shows but could never save up enough money from her dead end job at the supermarket to get a ticket. When she finally managed, it was for the event titled “Chapter 44: Old Man Yells At Cloud” (why must they insist on the hilariously weird names?) The highlight of the evening was finally, FINALLY, being able to see British Strong Style in action. She had narrowly missed out on going to the UK Championship Tournament in Blackpool, a slight annoyance to her due to the fact that half of the people who trained with her has gone to witness history in the making, so having Pete, Trent and Tyler in front of her was almost too much to handle. Translation: Y/N was a mess by the end of the night. Despite their defeat, she was still elated by the three men who she so adored.

Now, Y/N wasn’t a huge name in the UK wrestling scene but she still had her name out there so people did hire her from time to time. However, when the call came about a little event entitled “Chapter 46: I Like To Chill Out Here And Shoot Some Dinosaurs”, she was a little shocked. The request was nothing massive, just a small promo to introduce herself to PROGRESS, and yet she was ecstatic! This could finally be her big break!

The night of the show brought a petrified feeling to the young woman; what if they didn’t like her? She had been so focused on working out what she was going to say that she hadn’t even pondered the possibility that it could all go horribly wrong; meaning that when the thought did finally hit her, it was at the worst possible time- minutes before she was to make an entrance. Panic ensued and Y/N was frantic, struggling to wrap her tape correctly and tugging at the ends of her hair as a coping mechanism (a failed coping mechanism, mind you.) Hearing some of the other wrestlers chuckling at her flailing form was not helping calm her mind. A hand grabbed one of hers and finished wrapping her hand up before moving on to the other. Had she been able to form a coherent sentence, Y/N would have gladly thanked the…. man, judging by the shape and size of the hand holding her arm, and most likely would have apologised for being a nuisance.

“Take your time when wrapping up, you’ll wrap it too tight if you rush like that. Would hate for you to lose the flow of blood to your hands, you wouldn’t be able to do much wrestling if they fell off.” Inwardly groaning, she raised her head to confirm that this was who she thought.

Moustache? Check!

Glasses? Check!

Adorable face? Check, Check, Check!

“Y/N, right? I’ve watched you on YouTube. You’re really good.” It was like someone had smacked her in the face with praise, she couldn’t help the blush flooding her face. Tyler Bate was complimenting her wrestling.

“Yeah, that’s me! I meant that’s my name not that I know I’m good. I mean, I know I’m good but I’m not boastful, you’re awesome! Big fan, big…fan…. I’ll shut up now.” Hey God? If you could kill me now, that’d be great! she thought, not able to control the words leaving her mouth. One thing she couldn’t deny was that she was an absolute oddball, stumbling constantly over her words, talking too fast, pushing the boundaries of what society views as sane. The universe couldn’t give her a day off just so she could talk to Tyler, of course not. Luckily for her, he just laughed and pushed his glasses up.

“Nervous? Don’t be. That may sound simple coming from me but trust me, I get nervous all the time. Nearly had a damn heart attack speaking to Triple H the first time I met him. You’ll do amazing, I’m certain.”

“If you say so. I have a reputation for being pretty odd so I’m hoping that doesn’t come through and ruin this for me all thanks to my massive mouth and the constant flow of ‘Panic! At The Disco’ lyrics going through my head instead of regular thoughts. I’m a pathetic mess,” she paused to take a breath before continuing to spew word vomit, “I’m probably bothering you but you’re too nice to say it. Happens all the time to me, I’m a walking, talking ball of annoying.”

Tyler didn’t seem to mind the ‘pathetic mess’ though, really showing his age with his smile. The moment soon came to an end as one of the guys backstage alerted Y/N that her music was about to hit. However, before he walked away, Tyler decided to make his move. “Trent, Pete and I are gonna grab something to eat after the show. Do you…want to join me- I mean, join us?“ By this point, he was as flustered as Y/N, blushing and scratching the back of his neck. Y/N nodded and kissed his cheek.


The promo went off with out a hitch and Y/N got to spend the rest of the show backstage, watching Moustache Mountain in their match. She got a few funny looks from the others in the back after they won; she squealed and flailed, looking mental in the process. After the show was over, the four wrestlers went to a restaurant (vegan friendly, of course), the experience allowed Y/N to see how each of BSS acted outside of the ring.

Trent loved to laugh, relishing in each and every joke that left the lips of his three companions that evening. He was extremely friendly to her, giving her advice on wrestling when she asked, and he gave her his phone number, saying that she shouldn’t hesitate to call or text him for anything, even just to chat. Peter was laidback. Though he would never admit it, he appreciated the company of his, albeit few, friends. He wasn’t short of stories to tell either, whether they were about British Strong Style or someone like Sami Callihan. And Tyler…well, he was just as odd as Y/N was. She and Trent got a good laugh at watching him try and pick up an ice cube in his drink by sucking through a straw. He did that for about five minutes before giving up and returning to his food.

Come the end of the night, the four had returned to the hotel they were staying at, Tyler walking Y/N back to her room. Pete and Trent had already gone to theirs. They found themselves stood at the door to the room, silence falling between them.

“Thanks for inviting me out after the show, I really enjoyed myself. It’s kind of nice knowing that we all have stuff in common besides wrestling.” She laughed, watching as Tyler began to scratch the back of his neck again. He took a deep breath, “Would you like to go out again sometime? I mean, just you and me? If that’s alright with you, of course because the boys can come if not and I-” Y/N cut him off with a quick kiss. It was nothing extravagant, just a sweet, simple kiss, something that made them both smile. She laughed once more, “I must say, your moustache tickles.”

“You’re an oddball. I do like that, though.”

With a goodnight kiss, Y/N closed the door. What she didn’t realise was that on the other side, her moustached companion had the biggest smile on his face and was already beginning to search for restaurants on his phone. She received a text just before she fell asleep.

Goodnight, Oddball.

Yeah, this one was a keeper.

~Bonnie&Clyde / A New Musical Sentence Starters ~
  • “These are things you take a chance for.”
  • “I´m gonna shoot my way out.”
  • “I don´t intend to waste my life ´round here.”
  • “Pull three jobs? What does that mean?”
  • “This world will remember me.”
  • “Your face should be up on the silver screen.”
  • “I always knew I´d be a star.”
  • “We weren´t born to live and die in _______,”
  • “We can´t spend our whole lives hidin´,”
  • “Now pull yourself together, because you´ve gone pale.”
  • “I´ve been dreaming of a hot meal with you as my dessert.”
  • “I ain´t like these other women.”
  • “How ´bout a dance?”
  • “You´ll lose the blues and you may lose your heart.”
  • “Would you stop tugging at my sleeve?”
  • “He´s no bed of roses.”
  • “We both know you can do better than him.”
  • “I know you won´t do better than me.”
  • “There´s no man who could love you like I do.”
  • “All I know is that I never felt like this.”
  • “I wouldn´t change him if I could.”
  • “I always knew what I was taking on.”
  • “You don´t have no say, your heart decides.”
  • “Most girls would hate to be standing in my shoes.”
  • “You never think what´s down the road while the fairytale is real.”
  • “All I did was rob a few stores.”
  • “I´ve been broken by the devil, “
  • “I won´t get to heaven, why not raise a little hell?”
  • “Why would have thought that a waitress from _____ would have the  guts to bust me out?”
  • “My name is gonna make the history books.”
  • “You said you´d go straight!”
  • “‘Hell of a Ride!* will be the words on our epitaphs.”
  • “This cold world will remember us.”
  • “You cannot buy your soul back. God don´t make that kind of deal.”
  • “I gotta get out now while I still can.”
  • “It ain´t my fault, I had no choice.”
  • “I wouldn´t hurt you for the world, babe.”
  • “I´ll get through this  ´cause I´m leaving.”
  • “We were born to be together.”
  • “My mistake is loving you. Even if I walked away my heart won´t let me get  far.”
  • “I must  be in love or else I´m going mad.”
  • “Why do folks wanna be heroes?”
  • “Dyin´ ain´t so bad, not if you both go together.”
  • “Only when one´s left behind does it get sad.”
  • “A short and lovin´ life, that ain´t so bad.”
  • “I´m sorry, but I´m not that strong.”
  • “The´re some things in life you can´t replace.”
  • “I don´t need to end up in a rocking chair.”
  • “Seems you get to live your life just once.”
  • “Just hold me darlin´.”
  • “This  night should have meant  so much more.”
  • “This never happened before.”
A Pirate’s Life For Me

Pairings: Robb Stark x Reader

A/N: Pirate Robb would be hot. Oooooo I love pirate Robb. Someone tell Richard Madden to audition for Pirates of the Caribbean

Prompt; After the Red Wedding, Robb Stark has done the most un-Robb thing possible. He’s let his mother, wife, and unborn child die and instead of avenging them, he flees like a coward. Now, a couple years later, Robb’s turned himself into one of the few Pirate Lord’s left pillaging through the free cities of Essos. One day you find yourself aboard his ship and he realizes by the purple of your eyes that you’re the Targaryen everyone's been searching for. At first he wants to sell you to Daenerys Targaryen for an incredibly large amount of gold and jewels, but then the longer the two of you are on the ship together, the more fond he becomes of you.  

Today was not supposed to go like this. It was just supposed to be a simple get in, get out scenario and no one would’ve even noticed. You’d checked three different times and no one was supposed to be on the ship. They’d all gone up to the brothel an hour ago, even the captain. 

It’s not like you were going to take anything fancy; a few loaves of bread, some apples, maybe a small jewel or two that you could sell on the street. Whatever you took, they weren’t going to miss it. The ship had enough supplies to support the largest army in the world. 

The bottom line was, you weren’t supposed to get caught. But, here you were, tied to a wooden poll, feet bound, and watching a grimy pirate pace around in front of you. 

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Snape is neither unequivocally good nor bad, and that is what makes him interesting: an analysis


Fan conversations about Severus Snape in the Harry Potter series are very polarized. There are fans who are very sympathetic towards him and others fans who think he is the worst, to put it in simplified terms. I can’t help to think both of these stark sets of opinions are wrong and I really wish fans were more willing to analyze Snape’s role in the overall story (rather than just his individual actions) and what they mean thematically and symbolically. So here we go…

We’re supposed to draw specific parallels between Harry, Snape, and Voldemort. In Deathly Hallows, Harry specifically refers to the three of them as the lost boys of Hogwarts. They all are (1) half-blood wizards with (2) not-so-great home lives (3) who have some particular magical talents (4) who find a place and home at Hogwarts.

Now the connections and similarities between Harry and Tom Riddle have been pointed out explicitly since at least Chamber of Secrets. However, this is also the book where Dumbledore tells us that it is our choices, far more than our abilities, that determine who we are. Snape fitting into the comparison with Harry and Voldemort is only uncovered in the last book, when his full backstory is revealed. Because there is so much going on in that book, including just what’s going on with Snape, this nuance gets overlooked in the analysis of the Harry Potter saga.

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Can you believe htgawm joined the bury your gays trope? A poc gay man, who was only able to stay in the USA bc of the job he was sabotaged to lose, instead of going to his home country which would get him killed duo to his sexuality, died by his own hand in the most unnecessary way possible

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@roopshasil I swear this started out as a lighthearted fic about the prompt you proposed, but it turned into something else entirely, I’l try to write another one fitting your prompt soon.

Summmary: Boruto finds that he is forced to betray his home, and to leave the person he loved the most, after years of fighting the same anemy and making themselves legends, will they come back to each other?

N.B: so I headcanon that Sarada’s magekyousharingan can see the past, like when she’s in a place she can  see all that happened in said place, it’s very importante in this story, but there is something about it.

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“You should go home Boruto.” Sasuke said to the sixteen year old boy sitting on a chair on the other side of the bed, where Sarada slept peacefully for a week now.

“It’s okay.” Boruto said as he stared at the girls bandaged face.

They were on an S-rank mission to the land of waves to discuss a water supply agreement with the mizukage, Sarada was there as representative of Konoha, she’s been representing Konoha a lot since Naruto’s death, and Boruto as her unofficial protector.

On their way home, they were ambushed by about a dozen missing nin, led by one of the higher ranks of “ Kara”.

The battle ended in favor of Boruto and Sarada, but it had grae consequences as Sarada barely made it out alive, consequence of severe chakra depletion and a stab woun in the stomach, but luckily they were close to  Konoha and Boruto got her to a hospital before it was too late.

“Friends shouldn’t leave the other when they need them right?” Boruto asked Sasuke almost too innocently.

At the question, Sasuke was reminded of the time he left his friends, or friend might be more accurate since Kakashi was more of a father figure and Sakura was something more than a friend, not a lover, but not just a friend.

And Sasuke had a suspicion that his daughter and student are much more to each other.

“you’re asking the wrong question.” Sasuke stated before he got up, as Bouto looked at him, confused.

Sasuke put his hand on the doorknob, and pulled it open, but before he got out he spoke.

“Sarada loves Konoha  Boruto, and I have no doubt that she will stop at nothing to protect it, even from her most loved people.”

And whith those finale words he left.

Boruto gulped at his sensei’s words, could it be that he knew what he’s planning?

In that case he should move fast, he was planning to wait until Sarada woke up before he escaped from the village, but the situation was getting dangerous, and he already made up his mind on what he’s going to do, already took into account what he’s going to lose…

He looked down at Sarada, who was laying still sleeping peacefully, not knowing that the person she loved the most will betray her home.

Boruto had no doubt in Sasuke’s words, he knew that if Sarada had to choose between him and the village, she’d choose the village, and he can’t bring himself to hate her for that.

The blonde haired boy, man, reached for her hand and interlocked his fingers with hers, the same way they were interlocked when he was telling her to hold on while he was running at top speed towards konoha after Kawaki’s attack.

He wished he could convince her that the village can’t reach Kawaki, that the only way to get rid of a threat like him is by working in a small unit, but she’s a loyal Konoha ninja, and if he told her that, then she’d just say that she will make it happen, cause it’s her ninja way to protect her family, her village.

Boruto leaned down next to her ear.

“I’m sorry, my love.” He whispered before kissing her forehead and giving her hand one last squeeze before he left.

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“What do you mean he’s gone?!” Sarada asked Shikadai.

“the guards saw him leave the village and they informed us, so Inojin, Chou-chou, Iwabe and I tracked him down and we fought, but we were no match, the only person in this entire village who could stop him is…”

“Me.”

Sarada ground her tenth together, hands shaking and legs ready to run.

“Sarada you just woke up, maybe you should go and res-”

“Where did he go?!”

“Sarada…”

“I said where the fuck did he go?!” she grumbled out, eyes blazing with the magekyou.

“He’s already long gone…”

Sarada grabbed him by the collar and pulled him by the collar, the six tomoes of her sharingan spinning rapidly.

“Tell me or I’ll put you into a genjutsu and make you tell me.”

Shikadai looked at her for a second longer before answering .

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Sarada ran as fast as she can towards the valley of the end, where Shikadai said that they were beaten by Boruto.

When she got there, the images raced in her mind, of Boruto injuring their friends, of Boruto almost killing them,  of him unleashing his famous vanishing rasengan on them, before he disappeared into the woods, she followed him there, the final place he was at before he teleported out, where she can’t trace his movements.

But he did something before teleporting out, and what he did is hanging on a nearby tree.

Sarada ran towards that tree and picked the bolt necklace that was hanging on its branch off.

Sarada stared at the necklace for a moment before a noise startled her, it came from under the valley so she jumped down, kunai in hand and the necklace in the other.

She hoped it was the person she wanted the most, but it was the person she needed the most.

“Sarada.”

“Mama.” She choked out, before letting go of the kunai and dropping to her knees.

“Bo…he’s gone… he betrayed the leaf…he…he’s my enemy now…” she said between sobs, hand clenching and unclenching o the metal necklace.

She felt her mother’s usually comforting hands on her cheeks, but they weren’t comforting this time, nothing can comfort her this time.

Sakura gulped as she pulled her daughter towards her, half to give her some comfort and half cause she was sure her body s going to collapse from exhaustion any second now.

There was one thing that could make this situation worse, and Sakura wasn’t sure it was true until she heard her daughter’s half conscious words.

“My love…come back.”

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“We should leave him alone for now.” Sarada spoke, and the whole room has gone silent.

A day after Boruto ran away from the village, the news spread like wildfire all across the world, of course it would be, one of the strongest konohaninja escaped the village.

That’s why only three days after his escape, a kage summit was held, with Kakashi reprising his role as sixthhokage, and Sarada as the seventh’s former apprentice.

“He has the potential to wreak havoc within the alliance and you’re saying we should leave him alone?!” The tsushikage bellowed, not liking the seventeen year old’s proposition at all.

“As far as we know, we share the same enemy.”

“Then why did leave the village?” The kazekage asked calmly.

“It was most likely because of our different approaches  towards the subject of Kara and Kawaki.” She answered remembering the fight she had with Boruto a few days before his escape.

“We can’t spy on Kirigakure’s undercover activities Boruto!”

“Why not?”

“Cause if they find out, then that would endanger the alliance.”

“So? Maybe they are already endangering the alliance by sneaking weapons and ninja to the enemy?!”

“It’s just a rumor, we’re going to meet with Kagura soon and we’ll clear this thing up.”

“If you do that, that will ruin any chance we have to expose them!”

“But that is the peaceful way to do things, that’s what your father believed in, that’s what the alliance is for, to resolve things peacefully without  conflict!”

“That’s bullshit Sarada! How can you be sure they aren’t tricking you?”

Sarada went silent for a moment before answering

“Because, the seventh trusted them, and I trust that they will never endanger the peace they fought so hard to achieve, and I know that there is no chance in hell I am going to let anybody in this village endanger the alliance, even if it was you Bo.” She said, looking straight into his blue eyes, trying to make him understand what his father believed in, what he passed on to her.

‘In the end he didn’t get it, that idiot’, she thought grimly.

The kazekage nodded, not interested in knowing what exactly the conflict was, since it’s not Suna’s business, but it seems that not all the kages share the same mentality.

“What conflict of approaches?” the newly appointed mizukage , Kagura, asked.

“Those are village matters,” Kakashi spoke before Sarada got a chance to speak, he knew she wouldn’t answer, but her response would have been a lot more snappy than his.

She’s a lot edgier these past few weeks, ever since Boruto left, but he suspects that Boruto leaving isn’t the only reason for her sour mood.

He remembers the time he caught her in the anbu secret mission archives, digging through Itachi Uchiha’s file.

“Now, let’s freeze Borruto’s case for now and move on to more important matters,” Kakashi said putting an end to the Boruto subject.

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A year later, they met on opposite ends of a battlefield.

The alliance was battling a group that was exposed of conduction secret investigation in the hidden villages without their awareness, when they tried to apprehend them they started fighting back against ninja from different villages from the alliance, Sarada was one of them.

‘‘And you’re the polite one,  you just almost knocked my head off and you didn’t even say hello first dattebaseh!’‘

‘‘You haven’t seen anything traitor!’‘

‘‘Traitor?’‘

‘‘You betrayed your home.’‘

‘‘For its own good.’‘ he said dodging a kick and throwing a punch

‘‘We could have resolved our differences and settled for a suitable action.’‘ she said, blocking his punch.

Boruto jumped away from her.

‘‘You and I both know that there could not a be a solution to our conflict cause they were the complete opposite,’‘ he said, and with those final words he teleported out of the field, leaving Sarada confused over what he said and whether it’s true or not.




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Kashin Koji’s death at the hand of a new hero

Kashin koji, one of the higher ranked Kara members, and one of the most powerful shinobi on earth, was killed in the last week of march after engaging in a long battle with Sarada Uchiha, the battle was a consequence of Kashin Koji’s attempt to attack the hidden leaf village, but thanks to the efforts of Sarada Uchiha, who is rumored to be a candidate for the hokage position, no fatalities occurred, although the damage done to the village is grave, the hokage mountain being a  huge target of attack, the villagers greeted the new hero in cheer, thankful for her efforts, a ceremony will be held in Konoha sometime soon, with the presence of all the kages, to honor Konoha’s scarlet spring.

A wide smile adorned Boruto’s face, remembering the times Sarada would boast about how she’ going to protect the village, how she’s going to care for all the villagers.

Boruto put the newspaper down and summoned a messenger hawk.

After strapping what he’s been meaning to give Sarada before he decided to betray the village to the hawk, he opened the window to let him go.

Boruto sat down on the chair, in the corner of his inn room, he was currently at a small village far away from the five shinobi villages, so very few people recognized him.

But he isn’t going to stay there long, he got intel that Kawaki will attempt to attack konoha soon, taking advantage of its current weak state.

Boruto smirked, ’ when I beat him, I’ll come back to you.’ He thought as he got up and put on his cloak.

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“That’s a nice sword.” Sasuke told Sarada, who had a sword strapped to her hip.

“Thanks papa.”

She put a hand on the sword’s red hilt, she wanted to tell her father about where the sword came from, but she had a feeling that he already knew.

It’s been a whole year since she saw him last, but it seems he’s still Boruto.

'To remember my birthday in these circumstances, that’s Boruto’ Sarada thought as a smile formed on her face.

Sarada’s other hand was toying with the medal around her neck, the medal given to her by the hokage, in presence of all the kages, a shinobi alliance symbol engraved on it.

“Come here you!” Chou-chou screamed as she jumped at Sarada, with Mitsuki and shikadai following closely behind.

“Let’s go celebrate, meet you at the usual place in about an hour?”

“Yeah sure chou-chou, but at least wait for me before you start drinking.”

“Okay, okay, don’t be late, I invited the whole gang.”

“Sure.”

Sarada waved at chou-chou who ran towards the restaurant who was having a celebratory open shrimp deal.

Sarada rubbed the hilt of the sword again, remembering that even with all her loved one’s present tonight, something will still be missing.

“You wish he was here don’t you?” Mitsuki asked.

“I do.”

“I do too.”

'But I know he’s happy for me, and that’s enough’ she thought as her lip twitched into a smile.

“I’m glad you could make it Mitsuki.”

He was doing research with his father for the last 3 months, research that he refused to tell her about, saying it was scientist only info.

'Medics and scientists are a real piece of work….’ He thought.

“I better go now, I promised my parents I’d have lunch with them now, so see you tonight.”

On her way home, she decided to visit the hokage faces, she hasn’t been there since they were destroyed in kashin’s attack.

A few minutes later, she was sitting on Naruto’s half destroyed mountain head, she had a weird feeling ever since she got there, but she didn’t know what, so she ignored it after trying to see if there’s any other chakra than hers in the area.

But she didn’t notice the cloaked figure hiding behind Kakashi’s hair, hidden by a chakra seal he found in an Uzumaki sealing book.

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It’s a year and three months later that they finally managed to meet again.

“Kakashi didn’t want to put you here, saying that you killed Kawaki who was a major threat to the alliance,  and with you being nicknamed the ninja savior after what you did, but I said that you should spend a week or two here so you don’t get cocky.”

“How kind of you.” Boruto scoffed, he was happy to hear her voice again, happy to hear the familiar sarcastic twinge in her voice.

“I know.”

She was standing right in front of him, only bars separating them.

“You still have that?” he asked, referring to the bolt necklace she has around her neck.

“Of course.” She said, her fingers toying with it.

A moment of silence passed between them before Boruto broke it.

“I missed you and I’m sorry for what I did but I had too and…”

A finger on his lips interrupted him, he looked up to see a smiling Sarada.

“Save it for the training grounds dobe.”

She was honestly furious at what he had done, but she know understood why he did what he did, she didn’t approve of it, and will ensure he is to be punished for what he had done, but she is no longer as furious as she was at him.

“I have to go now, sixth-sama needs me to help clear up the mess some blonde idiot made to the already half destroyed hokage faces.”

“I saved the village and your talking to me about the statues?”

“I personally don’t mind, but I think he’s just pissed you ruined his hair.”

Boruto chuckled before he gestured to Sarada to move closer.

When she was close, he extended his hand towards her own, and gently held it, before intertwining his fingers with hers, the same way he did when she was sleeping in the hospital a couple of years ago.

The black haired women squeezed his hand, before pulling away.

“I’ll visit you later, maybe sneak you a burger.”

“Since when do you sneak anything in miss goody two shoes.”

“Hmm,, just for that comment I ain’t getting you fries with it.”

“Meanie!” Boruto shouted at Sarada’s retreating back, but he could still hear her giggle.

When Sarada was out of sight, Boruto looked at the hand that held Sarada’s hand for a few seconds.

'I’m finally back to you.’

 And when Sarada got out of the underground prison, she looked at the sky,  a wide smile on her face.

'He’s finally back’

X-Men 101: Cyclops

Scott “Slim” Summers isn’t just a mutant, X-Man, or leader of X-Men. He is the X-Men. Cyclops is fundamentally important to the legacy and ideology of mutantkind – more so than Professor X or his ideological counterpart Magneto. His name is as controversial in the modern Marvel universe as it likely is at your local comic shop. Today we’ll discuss the personal history of Scott Summers, (most of) what he has done since his 1963 introduction, and why he is now so polarizing.

Scott Summers grew up in Anchorage, Alaska. His father, a US Air Force Major, would take the family on flights in their plane. On one fateful flight the plane was attacked by a Shi’ar Spaceship. With the plane in flames, Scott’s parents attached the only parachute to him and told him to hold onto his brother, Alex. The plane went down after the boys jumped and Scott suffered an injury to his brain upon landing, damaging the part that would have enabled him to control his optic blasts. Both Summers boys suffered traumatic amnesia as a result of the experience.

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A victorian geneticist and supervillain known as Mister Sinister took and interest in the Summers boys. You’ll notice that Sinister comes up a lot. He became fascinated with the Summer’s genetic line and believed that Scott was capable of producing “pure mutant” children. Sinister believed that Scott had more potential than his brother and separated the two boys, rendering Scott more vulnerable to emotional manipulation.  

Scott had been placed in the State Home for Foundlings in Nebraska, and was subjected to a battery of tests and experiments by the orphanage owner – Mister Sinister in disguise. As a teenager, Scott began to suffer from severe headaches and was sent to a specialist (who was, again, Mister Sinister in disguise). Sinister would go on to provide Scott with lenses made of ruby quartz to neutralize his optic blasts.  

Scott’s mutant power does, however, erupted from his eyes later on with a blast of uncontrollable concussive force. The blast demolished a crane, causing it to drop its payload toward a terrified crowd. Scott saved everyone by blasting the payload again, but the frightened crowd rallied into an angry mob against him. Scott fled by jumping onto a freight train and was found by Charles Xavier. When asked to join the X-Men Scott accepted and became the first official member.

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The initial team was lead by Cyclops and featured Marvel Girl (Jean Grey), Beast (Hank McCoy), Iceman (Bobby Drake), and Angel (Warren Worthington III). Professor X provided Scott with a visor made of ruby quartz to better control his blasts in the field. He was a skilled tactician and field leader, but he stood out from the rest of the team in that he had basically no social skills.

Cyclops was friendly towards the guys on the team, but had fallen head over heels for Jean Grey. While Warren was using his good looks and wealth to put the moves on Jean, he would remove himself from the situation and brood. Jean wasn’t into Angel’s posturing though; something about Scott’s demeanor and soft strength drove her wild. The pair eventually declare their love – a love that would ultimately shape many of the events to come.

Speaking of X-Men events, Scott has been at the center of pretty much all of them. Over 50 years of intersecting stories and comic events, actually. So instead of going in-depth on everything that happens to Scott, let’s hit all the early high notes:

  • Scott saves his brother Alex (Havok), and there is bad blood between them
  • Cyclops trains a new group of X-Men to rescue the original group from Krakoa
  • The original team retires, with the exception of Scott who remains the leader
  • On the new team’s first mission a mutant dies and it haunts Scott
  • Coming back from space, Jean Grey pilots a shuttle with the X-Men through radiation
  • Jean bonds with a cosmic being known as “The Phoenix Force” to survive
  • Going by “The Phoenix,” Jean’s love affair with Scott grows more passionate
  • Scott meets the father he presumed dead – Corsair, of the Starjammers
  • The Phoenix becomes the Dark Phoenix and consumes a star, killing billions
  • Jean wrestles control back from The Phoenix and dies to protect the universe

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Believing the love of his life to be dead, Scott leaves the X-Men for a while. At a family reunion of the Summers’ clan, Scott met Madelyne Pryor – a pilot for his grandparents who was identical in appears to Jean Grey. He was unaware that Madelyne was actually a clone of Jean created by none other than Mister Sinister. Madelyne was programmed to fall in love with Scott to produce the most powerful mutant of all time (for Sinister’s use).

Madelyne and Scott soon wed and she became pregnant. Scott’s future son would be named “Nathan” due to a suggestion implanted in Madelyne by Mister Sinister, although you may better know him as the badass man out of time “Cable.”

Madelyne and Scott’s relationship turned rocky after the birth of their son, as Scott would often leave in the middle of the night to go on X-Men missions. When Jean Grey had been discovered alive at the bottom of Jamaica Bay by The Avengers, Scott was hit hard. He didn’t know how to handle her return in light of his crumbling marriage and connection with the imposter Phoenix who took her place years earlier. Scott, tragically, left Madelyne and baby Nathan.

Originally posted by 1980s-90sgifs

Jean founded X-Factor to find and protect new mutants and return the team to Charles’ original vision, Madelyne Pryor was put into a coma by a Marauder attack, Baby Nathan was kidnapped by Sinister, and Jean absorbed the memories of both the imposter Phoenix and Madelyne. Comic books, amirite?

Skipping much further ahead (Cyclops is at the centre of almost every mutant event), Scott goes through a shift towards militarism after the actual death of Jean Grey and becomes involved with former villain Emma Frost. Actually, they had a psychic affair before Jean passed (gasp!).

Scott would later reform X-Force as an assassination squad, have a falling-out with Wolverine, and wage war with The Avengers over the return of the Phoenix Force. During the Avengers vs X-Men Marvel mega-event, Scott is possessed by this cosmic force along with five other mutants (known as the Phoenix Five). After a number of battles, Scott absorbs all of the power possessed by his teammates and goes mad. Professor X tried to talk Scott down from this power frenzy and (in a pretty damning panel) is killed by Cyclops.

Scott was imprisoned for his deeds, but had no regrets over his actions as the return of the Phoenix Force meant new mutants throughout the world for the first time since House of M (in which Scarlet Witch famously decimated the mutant population). Not long after, Magneto would free Scott from prison and Cyclops would become a mutant revolutionary.

Originally posted by jrmnz12

Not agreeing with Scott’s actions, Beast brought the original X-Men forward in time so that they could remind Cyclops of Charles’ vision of peaceful co-existence. The team failed to sway Scott back to the path of peaceful co-existence. This speaks volumes to how numerous events, deaths, and time itself had hardened Scott. He was no longer fighting for was was right so much as he was fighting for mutant kind itself – at all costs.

Scott’s story comes to a close in Death of X. I won’t spoil what happens to him or what the fallout was because (honestly?) I like the concepts too much to spoil them.

Why is Cyclops the quintessential X-Man? Is he even a hero? Though Scott is hated now more than ever, he remains the most important mutant of the Marvel universe. Without him the entire mutant species might have become extinct or worse – used as weapons for the highest bidders. He abandoned his wife and child, had an affair with another woman, and is arguably the reason why the Inhumans went to war with the X-Men. Still, I can’t say he was ever a real villain. Just a man who has had too many loses and was too focused on his life’s work to see the forest through the trees.

As you might imagine, seeing what Adult Cyclops became was traumatic for the time-displaced Cyclops. The bright sliver of hope for Scott Summers is how his life of trauma and manipulation can serve as guidance for Young Cyclops to not make the same mistakes.

The Adventures of Mother Fuckin’ Robin Hood

Disclaimer: This is a long fucking post but fuck it, I don’t care.

Chances are that you haven’t seen the 1938 Warner Bros. classic masterpiece The Adventures of Robin Hood with Errol Flynn and Olivia De Havilland. If this is the case, fix this issue right the fuck now.

So. Why should you watch this absolute eye-buffet of wonder and dreams?

First of all it’s fucking gorgeous.

The production was over $2 million, which at the time was nothing to sneeze at. For 1938, it was the most expensive film WB ever produced, and it shows. Everything from the costuming, to the scenery, to the intricate matte paintings are like pieces of art themselves. Robin Hood was filmed completely in technicolor. So despite it coming out in a time of black and white, the entire movie was in full, beautiful color. To put it in some perspective, The Wizard of Oz came out just a year later.

I’m not the only one who thinks so, either. It was so well received when it came out, it won 3 out of 4 Oscars: Best Art Direction, Best Music, and Best Editing. In 1995, it was deemed “culturally, historically, or aesthetically significant” by the US Library of fuckin’ Congress. 

Secondly, it’s got some fucking talent.

See this guy? See this handsome motherfucker right here? This is Errol Fucking Flynn. The Dread Pirate Roberts only wishes he was this charismatic.

Errol Flynn was the man who solidified the image of Robin Hood forever. He did for Robin Hood what Christopher Reeves did for Superman. Everything from his cadence, to his genius dialog, to the way he wears those tights, is the epitome of Rob of Locksley.

I MEAN LOOK

AT THIS

CINNAMON ROLL

On top of Mr. Flynn here, you’ve got the great Basil Rathbone as Sir Guy (which, Sherlock fans should note, played Sherlock Holmes in the 1930′s films. Errol Flynn was cast in two pirate movies - Captain Blood and Sea Hawk. So Sherlock might never have gotten to be a pirate, but he was able to fight one)

The beautiful Olivia de Havilland as Maid Marian Fitzwalter

And Claude Rains as the diabolical Prince John.

Now comes the fun part - it completely holds up today.

You might think that something like Robin Hood (especially an older movie) might be dated or dry. You, sir, are dead fucking wrong.

The fights are well choreographed and fun to watch.

When shit is tense, shit is motherfucking tense. You’re invested.

Secondly, and here comes the funsies: it has a socially progressive message in its story and characters.

Now on the one hand: duh, it’s Robin Hood. But think of how many ways a white hetero male in his early thirties winning the girl and being the underdog to come out on top at the end has been a masculine power trip. This is not the case here. Let’s go beat by beat.

First, let’s look at Robin Hood himself.

He’s already breaking the mold simply because of his backstory in the movie’s context. 

Rob of Locksley is a nobleman. He comes from a family of power and wealth, and has the means to live comfortably, even in a time of great oppression. He gives it up, however, and instead risks his life and his lineage to help those without his social privileges. He never thinks himself above those with less, and outwardly challenges those with power instead of safely gaining their favor.

While he is a devilishly handsome, light-hearted hero, his motherly attentiveness and kind nature are traditionally “feminine” traits, which you would not see in most action heroes today. He is sympathetic without a “tragic backstory,” and can be serious without losing his sense of fun and adventure. He’s not just a man on a mission, he’s a character, and seeing his story is fun

I’d also like to point out that while he is a Saxon noble, and many of the people he defends are Saxons oppressed by Normans, he holds no prejudice against Norman people in general, even caring for those Normans who have suffered from the hands of Prince John themselves.

“It’s injustice I hate, not the Normans.”

Secondly, let’s look at Maid Marian

In an era where the damsel in distress is not only common but expected, Maid Marian kicks those expectations in the motherfucking ballsack.

Yes, she is demure and soft and all things pretty, but she has a voice, and a pretty strong one at that. From the moment she meets Robin, she doesn’t hide the fact that she finds outlaws repulsive, and does not give him the false sense of politeness Prince John does. She, like Robin, is a noble. More than that, she is a royal ward of King Richard, thus giving her a status of power and immunity (mostly) that others do not.

The romance between Robin and Marian is only part of the reason Marian opens her eyes to the horrors Prince John has brought upon England. While in Sherwood Forest, she sees the treachery done to poor, innocent people that Robin now takes care of himself. That, in effect, brings her to the realization that to do nothing is just as bad as siding with those who oppress, maim and kill to begin with.

While she does face peril and is in need of a rescue by the very end, she’s not the only one. Half way through the film, Robin gets caught in a trap laid by Prince John (that he stupidly went into knowing it was a trap anyway because he thought it’d be fun).

Marian, wrought with grief and worry, risks her own safety and standing with the Normans and sneaks out to a tavern where Robin’s men are cooped up, trying to come up with a plan. She goes completely alone and unprotected, and begs the men to believe that her intentions are good. She gives them their plan to protect Robin from a hanging. This, ultimately, leads to her being caught by Sir Guy and imprisoned. But not before she gives an impassioned speech that I have memorized by heart:

“At first I wouldn’t believe. Because I was a Norman I wouldn’t let myself believe that the horrors you inflicted on the Saxons weren’t just and right. I know now why you want to kill this outlaw whom you despise. It’s because he was the one man in England who protected the helpless against those who were drunk on human blood. And now you intend to murder your own brother.”

“You’ll be sorry you interfered.”

“Sorry? I’d do it again if you killed me for it.”

It’s also fun to note that while Sir Guy is romantically inclined towards her in the beginning of the movie, it is not the leading message in his and Robin’s Rivalry. She’s not a prize to be won, or a piece of meat to be fought over like a couple of dogs. She is an integral part of the plot, so much so that while she would like nothing more than to live with Robin in Sherwood in happiness, she knows that she’d do more good behind enemy lines, risking her own safety on a daily basis in order to help keep the people of England safe.

Maid Marian isn’t a feeble woman for Robin Hood to rescue. They need each other equally, and rely on one another, which is what makes their romance so wonderful. 

THE FUN BITS~!

AoRH passes the Bechdel Test

This person

and this person

get together, and it’s the most adorable thing in the goddamn world.

Also, Robin has a sexually questionable effeminate cousin named Will Scarlet.

LOOK AT THIS BIG QUEER BABY I LOVE HIM

In summery:

GO WATCH THIS FUCKING MOVIE

100 Mutants & Masterminds Session Ideas

One of my favorite RPGs is the tabletop game Mutants and Masterminds. This clever take on the classic medium of heroism serves as one of the most diverse scenarios for both DMs and PCs. However, with so much freedom, it can be sometimes overwhelming to find a scenario that will catch the attention of both parties. Based on my own experience, it’s best to contain the game to one-shot campaigns, but you also need to take the time to shake it up if you’re playing it in the long term. So without further do, here’s a list of session ideas that I’ve either field tested, or always wanted to try out. Enjoy!

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obviouslyemma  asked:

HI I RLY LOVE UR ACCOUNT AND I WANNA REQUEST A HEADCANNON! could you possibly do the gang playing the 7 second challenge? (if you can't that's completely fine, I'll understand) thank you😁

OH MAH GAHD THIS IS SO SWEET THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!

Dallas Winston
- ok this boy would curse sooooo much
- ‘Fuck, SHIT, god, man, fuck, who the fuck has that?’
- ‘ha I got it ya little shit!’
- 'What the fuck no u timed it wrong?!’
- he is a competitive little shit
Johnny Cade
- ok Johnny would be the absolute fucking best at it
- very stealthy and gracefully
- '1…2…3..-’
- 'got it!’
- ’…how the fuck?’
Two bit Matthews
-usually the one counting
- always fucking laughing
- gives the most random objects to find
- 'SURFBOARD’
- 'Two…we are in Oklahoma with no ocean access.’
- 'I want a surfboard god damn it!’
- very stubborn
- also hates losing and will be very butt hurt
Steve Randle
- 'ah shit ah shit ah shit’
- not graceful
- …like at all
- 'who put that fucking bucket their?!’
- 'stop counting so fast!’
- 'Soda imma skin you if u keep countin that fast!’
- laughs hysterically at everyone else
- also a very competitive shit
Sodapop Curtis
- he’s does the frantic yell type thing
- the entire time he is looking for something he does that
- very chaotic and frantic
- it’s hilarious
Ponyboy Curtis
- very graceful during the first few seconds the nets very very clumsy
- quiet but frantic
- when he’s running out of time he repeats Darry’s name over and over again monotonously
- 'Darry, Darry, Darry, Darry, Darry, Darry HeLp.’
Darry Curtis
- ’…children.’
- he’s too good for this shit
- 'if you break anything Randle I’ll throw you out so fast it will make ur head spin.’
- 'I can’t play I’m busy being a mature person.’
- ends up playing and being a complete child

anonymous asked:

Are you doing requests yet? If you are can you do a thing where Jungkook cheats on Jimin (with a happy ending tho) it's okay if you decide not to do this though, I know a lot of people aren't comfortable with this topic.

it’s short, i’msorryy but here you go (does this count as cheating? idek)

pairing: jungkook/jimin
summary: jk gets drunk and kisses someone else. jimin is an adorable sweetheart


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There are things in your life that are precious to you. There are people in your life that are precious to you. And sometimes, if you’re unlucky, you can let these things slip out of your hands in a split second.

Jungkook was drunk, and when he was kissed, he kissed back but only to pull away as he realized that those lips didn’t belong to the love of his life. However, it was too late when he saw Jimin only standing a few feet away from him with a pained expression on his face.

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anonymous asked:

Are you religious?

In a word: yes.

In 1500 words:

My family is Mennonite. If you don’t know what that is (not a lot of people do, I’ve found), it’s one of the many Christian denominations. I imagine you’re aware of the split between the Roman Catholic Church and the Protestants (especially if you live in a country where there’s still bad blood between the two). Well, the Mennonites are part of the Anabaptists who split off from both of them in the 16th century and are named after Menno Simons, who was one of the early leaders. The Anabaptists believed that church membership should be voluntary, not required, and that people should be baptized when they choose to be a part of the church instead of at infancy. There was a lot of persecution and the early Anabaptists fled rather than fought back.

A lot of Mennonite history is them settling somewhere, farming for a while, then picking up and moving to another country when war is looming to start the cycle all over again. Some eventually came to North America while others went to South America; I know there’s a definite Mennonite presence in Paraguay.  Most of my ancestors, however, ended up in the prairies of Canada and the U.S. and—big surprise—started farming.

There are some Old Order Mennonites that live in a very simple manner, similar to the Amish. I’ve never met them.  All the Mennonites I know look the same as pretty much everyone else.  There’s a big focus in the Mennonite church on peace and pacifism, and the importance of service to others.  And there’s an undercurrent of humility and modesty, which I think still links us to our Old Order cousins.

I know that these days, there’s a big push in society against organized religion and towards science and atheism.  And don’t get me wrong, I am all for science and evidence-based reasoning; they’re extremely important disciplines that I believe should be taught to everyone.  I graduated university with a Bachelor’s of Science, majoring in physics.

“But J.D., how can you believe in God/Jesus and science at the same time? Aren’t they mutually exclusive?”

Well, I can’t say it’s an easy path to walk, but I don’t think they’re mutually exclusive.  Mayim Bialik (Amy Farrah Fowler of The Big Bang Theory) recently posted a video on this exact subject which I found to be both interesting and very relatable. I find that the more we learn and discover scientifically, the less we realize we actually know.

Take gravity, for example. We know it exists and its effects are measurable. We have developed equations that predict how gravity affects planets orbiting a star and how it shapes space-time.  But as far as I know, we have yet to observe what gravity actually is.  Is due to as-yet-undetected particles dubbed “gravitons?” Is it due to theoretical gravitational waves? Something else entirely?

So as far as I’m concerned, wherever we have gaps in our knowledge, that’s where God is.

I have met people who are scientifically-minded and also Christians.  One was my high school physics teacher who had a distinctly Mennonite last name and my parents actually went to the same church as him back in the day.  Another was a physics professor from the University of British Columbia whom I crossed paths with once.  We had an interesting talk about how science and faith aren’t necessarily mutually exclusive.

I would like to point out that while I have read the Bible, I do not feel compelled to take absolutely everything literally. For example: I am not a Young Earth Creationist; I fully believe the Earth is 4.5 billion years old and not close to ten thousand, and I think the story of creation in Genesis is allegorical and does not constitute a literal 7-day week. Nor have I ever pictured God as some old bearded man in the sky (not that God was ever described that way in the Bible, but it does seem to be a popular image).

Actually, I consider that “being made in the image of God” doesn’t necessarily mean how we look physically, but something more intangible: our soul / consciousness / spirit / mind / however you want to define it.  We have self-awareness and free will.  To my understanding, no other creature on Earth has that; we are unique on this planet and possibly in the universe.  (Although I do kind of hope that aliens are out there; I do love my sci-fi.  But alien life does open up whole other cans of worms in regards to all this.)

I don’t pretend to have all the answers either. I struggle with trying to understand the violence ordered by God in the Old Testament vs. Jesus’ ministry of peace and reconciliation in the New Testament. I’m mortified at the sheer number of horrible things that have been done in the name of religion, because “God said so” (especially by people who call themselves Christians).

I’ve always been taught that to be a Christian is to show love and mercy to other people. Even in the Bible, Jesus said the most important commandments were to love God and to love your neighbor as yourself, and all the other laws stemmed from these. If you truly loved the other person the same way you loved yourself, you wouldn’t steal from them, murder them, or burn their house down, would you?  I’ll be the first to admit that I’m far from perfect at showing love to absolutely everyone, but I do try.

Organized religion is a very powerful thing, but not without its problems. And I think there needs to be a distinct separation between church and state. The history of the church is fraught with scandals and questionable practices.  Even today, I’m very wary of mega-churches and televangelists and the image of Christianity that they project towards non-Christians.  John Oliver had a very interesting segment on the subject once. Having a place of worship that’s clean and maintained is fine, but outright promising that God will reward you for giving money to the church is worrisome at best and outright wrong if the money seems to be going to lavish homes and expenses of the pastor.

Many staunchly conservative folks, especially in the United States, identify as Christians.  It’s probably fair to say that a lot of American politicians fit into this category (although I suspect some claim it more to satisfy their constituents than out of any personal convictions).  Yet Jesus—whom Christians are ostensibly trying to embody—spent his time healing the sick, feeding the hungry, helping the poor and the downtrodden, and being a man of peace… whereas these days I see a woefully insufficient healthcare system, a widening wealth gap fostering homelessness and unemployment, and absurd amounts of money being poured into war and military funding while infrastructure crumbles and education lags.

(I realize it sounds like I’m picking on the U.S.  I’m really not trying to.  Canada has a lot of these same problems too, as do many other countries.  But America often features in the news all over the world and most people can readily recognize the country and its current issues. Plus, there are many of its citizens who would claim that it’s a Christian nation, which ties in with what I’m saying here.)

What I’m getting at is that there can be a big disparity between how Christians are called to act and how some Christians actually do.  Religion can be a strong force, and it has been used for both good and ill and for justifying people’s actions six ways from Sunday.  There are good morals and guidelines to be found in the Bible, I promise!  I won’t claim it’s the only way to be a moral and upright human, but it has worked for me so far.  I’d be willing to bet that most people who know me personally would say that I’m an upstanding young man who treats other people with respect.  And I would say a large part of that is due to my upbringing in the Mennonite church.  

Having said all of this, I may lose followers.  I may gain some too.  I might even receive some hateful anonymous messages, although I’d really rather not. Tumblr is hard to predict that way. Ultimately, it doesn’t matter.  As with everyone else, I live according to what I feel is right.  I do my personal best to be an accepting, compassionate, kind, and loving human being by following Jesus’ example. If I then go to heaven after I die, fantastic! If it turns out there is no afterlife and we simply blink out of existence after we pass away, then I’ve done what I can to make the world a little better while I was here.  And I haven’t lost anything for it.  

Being a Christian isn’t always easy.  I try to do good (and to do well).  I don’t always succeed.  But I learn a little more every day.  

Home - Rick Sanchez/Morty Smith - SFW

Title: Home
Author: Daisy
Fandom: Rick And Morty
Setting: Morty’s Bedroom
Pairing: Rick Sanchez/Morty Smith
Characters: Rick Sanchez, Morty Smith, Mr. Needful (Mentioned)
Genre: Romance/Hurt/Comfort
Rating: T
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 418
Type of Work: Drabble
Status: Complete
Warnings: Slash, Gay, Yaoi, Incest, C137cest, Grandfather/Grandson Incest, Light Incest, Alcoholism, Trauma Mention, Fluff, Unbeta’d
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything.
Summary: Nothing felt like home like being in his grandpa’s arms. Rick was like home like nothing else would ever be.

AN: Came across a prompt that made me want to write some lovely Rorty. I mean, everything makes me want to write some Rorty, but here we are, I guess. xD This is my first fic in this fandom, woo! I hope you guys enjoy!

Note: Morty is 16 here.

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Rick Sanchez was a lot of things. An estranged father, a manipulative drunk, a depressed man trying to cover up his insecurities with drugs and alcohol and sex. He was an abuser, a user, the kind of man who would sell your soul to Mr. Needful for free if he felt fickle enough, and wouldn’t lose a wink of sleep over it. 

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