maybe the world will end this year and do us all a favor

two rotten apples [m]

credit: x.

❛❛we’re next-door neighbors and have hated each other since middle school but now we’re going to the same university how can we avoid the other person like the plague so there isn’t a crime scene— what do you mean you promised my mom you would keep an eye on me???? you fucking planned this❜❜ AU

COUNT → 16.053

GENRE → smut | eventual angst

PAIRING → jungkook | reader

WARNINGS → dom and sub tones | spanking | hair pulling | praising | explicit language | female masturbation | graphic oral sex | penetration

LINKS → 1 | 2 | 3 | 4COMING SOON


There was always that one person at parties—that one person who hid in a bathtub somewhere so they didn’t have to contribute to society’s norms of choking on their own vomit and passing out cuddling a pink garden gnome.

Or maybe that was just you.

Then again, it wasn’t just any party you were hiding in a bathtub at—it wasn’t some rager that had frat boys downstairs chugging so much alcohol that their livers probably looked like fucking dried out asparagus—it was your high school graduation party. And maybe you’d attended only the lamest graduation parties in your eighteen years of life, but there was no alcohol here—only fruit punch. Yet, there you were, still hiding in a bathtub for some fucking reason with a piece of chocolate cake balanced in your lap.

You should probably reiterate that it was your party, which makes things worse since normally you don’t hide in a bathtub when you’re the guest of honor.

Normally—but this was not a normal circumstance.

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A Letter I Will Never Send

This is not a love letter.

This is me pouring out my love, not the kind you think of, the mushy gushy romanticized crap you want. No, this is raw, unadulterated affection for you and your soul.

For the purposes of this letter, I am going to disregard the fact that you are ignoring me and that we do not talk anymore. That is irrelevant. We have both argued, screamed, apologized, and cried to each other too many times to count. Even if we did still talk, I would be saying this to you, maybe in different words, but telling you all the same.

Since the very first day we became friends, you have been a constant in my life, a constant amidst the tumult and drama of high school. You listened to me and offered advice with your perspective that is so opposite mine. I love the way you live in the moment and risk the superficial things that I hold dear. Being your friend made me come to the profound realization that life is so much more than turning in homework on time and getting straight As. Because of you, if a friend needs me the night before a paper is due, I will be there for my friend (hopefully I wrote the paper ahead of time).

You were the glue that held my life together when I was on the brink of destruction. Everything in my world was falling apart, but you and your friendship remained. I took that for granted. You taught me the value of true friendship, even if it does not last. I hope that I meant something to you, that I somehow repaid in part what you had given to me in full.

To this day, I still look for you in the hallways and listen for your voice among the tenors in choir. Even when we see each other or talk, it is all superficial. We barely graze the surface of what once existed.

I hate superficiality.

After three years, how could we, how could I, throw it all away?

Losing your friendship has been a process more painful than any breakup. It feels as if someone has taken a part of me; there is a hole in my soul where you once were. As if the physical pain was not enough, the process of emotional detachment from you has been long and rocky. After weeks without thinking of you, a single song or a memory or a Bible verse makes me recall how much I care for you, still, after all this time.

You know more about me than any other person on this earth. And even though you leave me behind, you will carry pieces of me with you forever. Treasure them. I do not regret giving them to you, for I trust you will keep those pieces of me safe.

Life is too short to be silent about the ones we love. The other day, I was thinking about the people I will miss most in college, and as much as I love my friends, I will miss you the most. I already miss you. I suppose our separation is merely a preparation for what is to come.

This is not a cry for you to come back to me, nor an invitation for a pity party on my behalf. We both know that “us” would never have worked in our favor. I just wanted to let you know how much you mean to me, and how much pain I am enduring as you ignore my snapchats and avoid eye contact. But still, this is not me trying to guilt you or regain your attention.

This is me telling you that I love you. Not as a boyfriend or as a lover or even as a friend. I love you as a person. You are so extraordinarily special, and I am blessed to have spent so much time with you as my best friend. I wish it did not have to end.

But alas, all good things come to an end, right?

skam fic rec masterpost

here’s a huge fic rec list of some fics that i have read and am currently reading and im in love with

big thanks to fic writers! yall are amazing and so important to the fandom <3

(ps i’m so sorry i had to shorten up the summaries on some of them so it wouldnt be too long!!)

(pps i update this very frequently as i read so feel free to come back from time to time to look for any new fics!)

make sure you read the trigger warnings for some fics as they can get angsty

okay here we go :) happy reading <3

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13.04 coda

scream with me, children

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This weird… feeling follows him around for the rest of the day. Just out of nowhere.

It’s probably left over from his talk with Sam. His guilt eases a bit. He feels impossibly lighter – even though their situation has not changed, everything is just as hopeless as it was yesterday, and yet, in the middle of the day and for no real reason at all, Dean feels better. Like something has just gone right with the world, even though that’s impossible.

He leaves Sam by the telescope and Jack in the kitchen, where the poor kid stood stock still until he was sure that Dean had left the room, and decides to go somewhere else, somewhere he knows he won’t be bothered.

The archives.

He looks around the corner behind him, and then down the hallway in front of him. He looks behind him one more time, and it’s with this weird feeling buzzing around in his chest and only when the coast is clear that he unzips his inner jacket pocket.

“Here,” Mia had said, holding out her hand.

Dean pursed his lips. “What’s that,” he grumbled, though the answer was obvious.

“My card.” Mia’s hand shook where she held out the small white business card, but she squared her shoulders and held her ground. “I know you don’t believe in it, but if you ever change your mind. If you ever get tired of being angry. You let me know.”

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love me, love me not (m)

Originally posted by mvssmedia

muses: taehyung x reader
genre: smut
type: soulmate au
word count: 1.4k


“Hey, love?” Taehyung stops, all movements and sounds coming to a halt.

There’s no helping the whine that falls out of your lips, hips rolling to get a move on if he verily insists on stopping dead in the middle of a good deed. To your dismay, however, a steel hand presses flat on your stomach, rendering you immobile as he whispers in your ears what he deems relevant enough to take five minutes of your time that could have taken you to reach an orgasm.

“If you met your soulmate on the street somewhere someday, could you do me a favor? Tell him sorry that I popped your cherry and fucked you a couple times after… for like a year.”

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A small collection of high school aus! There’s so many wonderful ones out there that has yet to be read!

And Then There Is No Mystery Left (Baby, I’m Sweet On You) -  Swing Set in December - 1k - Teen

Stiles has no idea why Derek is sitting at his lunch table.

As Good As The Real Thing - literaryoblivion - 5k - Mature

He’s maybe had a crush on Stiles for going on two years now, but there’s no way he’s ever going to act on it or say anything. But, he’s memorized all of Stiles’s quirks and habits because he and Stiles have been in the same history class for two years now, and he always ends up sitting by him. However, he and Stiles have had limited interaction with one another, which is fine. Derek can subside on his daydreams of Stiles. He can live the rest of his high school career on his fantasies alone.

That is until their teacher assigns them to be partners for a project.

Awful, Wonderful You -  stilinskisparkles - 16k - Mature

Truth be told, Derek was suffering from the mild delusion he lived in all summer wherein he actually thought this year might be different, and he might, perhaps, be able to bury the hatchet with Stiles and start over.

The superglue that’s destroyed a ninety dollar pair of pants, however, says otherwise. Derek knows how this play goes down; eventually, he’s going to have to climb out of the pants and trudge back to his dorm half naked. Stiles will gloat for a damn week; Derek will have to put up with constant remarks about Stiles getting him out of his pants… Dammit, he’s actually going to get Derek out of his pants, and it’s not even close to the way he pictured it happening.

Betting On Forever -  mrstotten, veritas_st - 17k - Mature

It’s not like Stiles spends a huge amount of time thinking about it. But when he does it seems strange, good strange, but strange nevertheless, he cant really put a finger on when they decided to become civil to each other let alone friends, best friends even.

Him…and Derek Hale. Can you imagine it?

Binomial Coefficients - DevilDoll - 20k - Teen

In which brainy freshman Stiles Stilinski wants star quarterback Derek Hale to join the math team, AKA math nerds in love.

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twist of fate - steve harrington (part 1)

Summary: After years of silence, you and your ex-best friend Steve start talking again.

A/N: Hey guys! This is my first Stranger Things fic, but I just had to write it, yanno? This will probably be a series if the first part gets a good reaction. Gosh Steve is so dreamy. Drop requests in my inbox if you have anyyy. I LOVE FEEDBACK, so gimme some!!!!

Also, gif belongs to owner. 

Originally posted by bellamybalke


You had been Steve Harrington’s across-the-street neighbor your entire life. You grew up riding bikes with him up and down the street, swimming in his pool on hot summer days, and sneaking out after bedtime to tell scary stories and catch fireflies. You were inseparable for the longest time- your parents and his even joked that you’d grow up and get married one day. 


But Steve was a year older than you, so when he moved on to middle school while you were still in fifth grade, you grew apart. It wasn’t heartbreaking or anything- it happens. Kids grow apart. By the time you caught up with him in high school, his reputation as King Steve had been built. He was popular, dated all kinds of girls, captain of the basketball team, and had parties nearly every weekend his parents were out of town. 


You weren’t like that. You hated big parties. You thought the concept of getting sloshed and screaming all night was idiotic (though you’d never done it before). You focused on your schoolwork, joined the school newspaper and yearbook staff. You and Steve didn’t run in the same circles hardly at all. Occasionally you’d chat in the hallway, but it was never anything important. You interviewed him once for an article regarding the basketball team. He stopped by with a casserole for your mom from his mom. Nothing crazy. 


Last you’d heard, Nancy Wheeler had dumped him, after nearly a year of going out, for Jonathan Byers. But it didn’t make any difference to you. You had no feelings for Steve. 


But then your car broke down.

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Lesson Learned

Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are best friends. Will a figure from the past ruin everything, or will they see what’s right in front of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Word Count: 3,484

Warnings: language, angst, fluff, drinking, fables are difficult, the grass isn’t always greener, cheesy like Hallmark movies, yadda yadda

A/N: This is my last submission for the lovely Nikki’s ( @soldatbarnes​) writing challenge. My prompt was the word Fable (and I have listed my selected one below the cut). I have suffered through this.Thanks to @sebbytrash for helping.

Originally posted by coporolight

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VIP Package - Drummer!Dylan O’Brien

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Drummer!Dylan O’Brien/Reader

Word Count: 10,128

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (female receiving), Multiple Orgasm, Public Fingering, Spanking, Sneaking Around to Fuck

Notes: Drummer Dylan does things to me y’all. Send help. Special thanks to @writing-obrien because she was a sweet pea and proofread this for me while I am trying not to fall asleep. Because we all know not to let me proofread when I’m sleepy. 

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A DARKER SHADE OF MAGIC / A GATHERING OF SHADOWS by v. e. schwab sentence meme.

  • ❛  I’d rather die on an adventure than live standing still.  ❜
  • ❛  After all, you can kill people, but you cannot kill magic. Not truly.  ❜
  • ❛  Impossible. What a useless word, in a world with magic.  ❜
  • ❛  Everyone thinks I have a death wish, you know? But I don’t want to die – dying is easy. No, I want to live, but getting close to death is the only way to feel alive. And once you do, it makes you realize that everything you were actually doing before wasn’t actually living. It was just making do. Call me crazy, but I think we do the best living when the stakes are high.  ❜
  • ❛  You have two faces. One you wear for the world at large, and the one you wear for those you love.  ❜
  • ❛  Everyone’s immortal until they’re not.  ❜
  • ❛  It is as it is. It cannot be undone. So please, be grateful, and be done with it.  ❜
  • ❛  The thing about freedom? It doesn’t come naturally. Almost no one has it handed to them. I’m free because I fought for it.  ❜
  • ❛  I know you can do this. I know you can hear me. Stay with me. Listen to my voice.  ❜
  • ❛  Maybe you just got a taste of what it really means to be alive. You almost died. So now you know what it feels like to live. To fear for that life. To fight for it. And once you know, well, there’s no going back.  ❜
  • ❛  You made a mistake. Everybody makes them. Even me. I’ve made many. It’s only fair that you made one.  ❜
  • ❛  I did only what I had to do. If I could have given my life for yours, I would have.  ❜
  • ❛  A kiss for luck. Not that I need it.  ❜
  • ❛  I know. I know what and who you are. What will you do? Kill me?  ❜
  • ❛  Why am I the only one in this fucking world to be held accountable for my actions?  ❜
  • ❛  Aren’t you afraid of dying?  ❜
  • ❛  I’m sorry. For whatever happened to you. For whoever hurt you so deeply that you see things like friends and fondness as weapons instead of shields.  ❜
  • ❛  You know so little of war. Battles may be fought from the outside in, but wars are won from the inside out.  ❜
  • ❛  Between the two of us, we’ll tear the whole world down.  ❜
  • ❛  I am going to cut that smile off your face.  ❜
  • ❛  It hurts. More than dying ever did. There are days when I feel like I deserve this.  ❜
  • ❛  Death doesn’t scare me. Not nearly as much as the idea of wasting a perfectly good life in fear of it.  ❜
  • ❛ You’re always so eager to slash and stab, why couldn’t you have stabbed him.  ❜
  • ❛  Which is it, huh? You’re angry at me, or worried about me, or happy to see me? Because I can’t keep up.  ❜
  • ❛  Wouldn’t it be amazing, if we got away with it?  ❜

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anonymous asked:

Elsewhere University: changelings? Like, fairies who get swapped for humans? Just wondering if there might be anything on that?

OK LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT CHANGELINGS

I’ve been thinking about this all day actually, your timing is A+

A changeling, although you know they’re fake and they know they’re fake and all your classmates know they’re fake, will keep on living in your dorm until you directly call them out on it. If you’re polite about it they’ll leave; usually they drift around campus for a while, attending classes at random and sleeping in the gardens. There’s a whole meal plan set up for them, which the Courts pay for yearly in…things. Odds and ends. Trinkets. On the whole best not to ask. What it comes down to is that any changeling lacking a dining hall card can pick one up on the third floor of the Languages building, and your dining halls have more fresh produce than anyone others that you know of.

And sure, sometimes there’s times where your roommate and best friend is gone and in their place is this monster-thing that looks just like them but isn’t, and you’re angry and scared and you just want them out of there and maybe could they give you a tip on who to talk to to get Serafina back?

But there’s got to be others (especially for freshmen) where your roommate was that guy who left half eaten tins of tuna fish all over the place and vapes incessantly and you had ants by October and he won’t stop making off-color jokes to any girls you bring over - and then suddenly he’s replaced by this thing that, ok, sometimes puts thumbtacks in your bed and laughs about it, and eats literal sticks of butter as snacks, but also is very quiet and fastidiously clean. They jam the fuck out to all your music and they’re a riot at parties and they’re teaching you how to climb trees better and they always repay favors - if you clean the shared bathroom they’ll bring you a very fancy coffee the next morning in a flavor you’re pretty sure the school cafeteria doesn’t have. Or you buy them a bottle of sweet wine while you’re at the store and the next week they help with your essay about 12th century poetry. You’re buddies. You’re teaching them a secret handshake. Maybe you can hold off on reporting your official roommate’s disappearance for another week or so. And this goes on until school gets out and the RAs have to do the yearly troll the the Elsewhere for anyone who hasn’t come home yet.

And on the flip side of the coin: RAs. RAs and changelings are in some ways each others mirrors. They’re both in-between things - student/authority, human/fae, etc. - and in-between things, things that are in balance, merit some respect. A pact was made several decades ago that allows each safe passage up to a point in the others’ world, as ambassadors of a sort. Accidents can happen - you can still be careless, still be rude, still make enemies. But unprovoked violence towards either is very strictly prohibited by both sides. So changelings  can replace students with relative safety and in turn RAs can, at the end of the year, go hunt down any students from their floor that still haven’t come back one way or another and either do their best to ransom them or at least get the necessary forms signed.

On the note of RAs - Elsewhere U has a special fund for end-of-year bargains. This has been used, in past years, to purchase a deck of illustrated tarot cards and a book of 1001 Card Games To Play Alone, sixteen pounds of durian fruit, a very soft fleece blanket, a lot of movie posters with Harrison Ford on them, bodice rippers involving dinosaurs, and $800 of random shit from the dollar store.

The RAs, once they’ve found the students, will try to buy them back if they can (the success rate is not 100%). But once in a while students refuse to come back - they’re in love with a person or in love with the whole world; they’ve found a purpose here or they refuse to return for other, darker reasons. At this point the RA will do what they can to ensure they’re staying of their own free will. If this in in fact the case they get signatures on the form and leave empty handed.

Keith gets very introspective on his birthday.

It’s why he tries to speed-run the day every single year, in the hopes that maybe, just this once, he’ll out-run all the depressing thoughts and lingering abandonment issues that make their home on his shoulders and maybe, actually, enjoy himself. It’s never worked before, but in the spaces where Keith isn’t an optimist, he’s stubborn enough to see things through.

Keith in general tries to avoid feeling introspective because of his personal belief that getting sad about the things you can’t control is a total waste of time. Thinking about the life he could have had if maybe Mom hadn’t left, if maybe Dad hadn’t gotten sick, if maybe Shiro hadn’t gone to Kerberos- all of it is pointless, because ‘maybes’ don’t change anything. The world doesn’t care about what Keith wants, and he doesn’t expect that to change anytime soon.

So, with the exception of a certain knife and all the mysteries it holds, Keith is usually content with flipping off the past and letting the door hit it on its way out. But there’s just something about birthdays that bring out the masochist in him. The world won’t magically fix itself just because he blew out a few candles and wished for something too little, too late. And yet, it’s still that one wall he throws himself against time and time again, hoping that maybe, just this once, something sticks.

It’s a waste of time and emotional energy. The world doesn’t care about his sadness, and that’s the way he prefers it. The alternative means pity, and Keith refuses to be someone others feel sorry for.

But this-

“Happy birthday, Keith!”

This is new.

A cake. Presents. Decorations, even, lighting up the dining room and making it look lived in for once. Someone, multiple someones actually, have their hands on his shoulders, his arms, ruffling his hair. And normally, he’d shrug them off in favor of retreating into himself, because he knows what he has and who he has adds up to a grand total of one at the end of the day, but.

It’s his birthday.

So, as a present to himself, Keith lets himself relax. He even dares to lean back into the hands touching him, and feels a thrill of what might be quiet happiness when someone squeezes his shoulder in acknowledgment. He doesn’t look to see who it is; it doesn’t matter, in the end.

In the background, Coran wails something that was probably a birthday song on a planet ten thousand years in the past. He sounds like he’s dying, but he’s easy enough to tune out. Hunk and Pidge are arguing over the cake; Pidge wants to do some kind of fancy technological display stand, while Hunk insists on sticking to the basics. Privately, Keith agrees with him; he’s always been more of a classics guys, and he’s glad someone here understands that. Next to him, Shiro and Lance are explaining how birthdays are celebrated on Earth to Allura, which leads to a new conversation between the three as they compare and contrast Earth and Altean traditions.

Everyone is off in their own little world. But none of them ever leave the room or him. In fact, Keith is at the center of every conversation around him, listening in as it flows around him. Every now and then, someone casually reaches down and pats him without even breaking stride as they continue talking to someone. It’s a quiet, subtle reminder to Keith that he’s not alone. That he can join in anytime. That he’s allowed to distance himself from the conversation without his teammates (friends (family)) distancing themselves from him. The concept is so new, so novel, that Keith can’t help but stay quiet, content to observe and live in the moment.

It’s… nice.

Later, after he’s blown out his candles, someone will ask him what he wished for.

“If I tell you, it won’t come true,” Keith teases, in a better mood than he’s been in months. Years, probably. And the others will laugh at his answer and try to bother the truth out of him, but eventually they’ll leave the issue alone. Which Keith is grateful for. Because this wish, if anything, has to come true. He wants to get used to this. He wants to have the time to get used to this. But saying it aloud is dangerous, because that means others can hear it. And if others know about something, then that makes it real, and Keith has had too many possibilities slip through his fingers to let this one go.

Please, let things continue to be this good. Please, let everything stay the same. Just for a little longer. Just for forever.

Puppy Love

Prompt: Reader & Damian trying to scare off Jason’s date bc reader’s jealous and Damian doesn’t like her(using lines like “omg y/n you can’t just stab people”, and the “homicide” line from the Addams family and such) and when confronted Y/N confesses

“I don’t understand! Nothing we do is working!” You pouted crossing your arms over your chest.

“Her resilience is commendable.” Damian admitted. For the past couple of days you and Damian had trying to scare off Jason, his older brother’s, girlfriend. You were a year younger than Damian but you’ve always had the biggest crush on his older brother. You couldn’t stand to see him with someone else. In your mind you would rather him alone than happy with someone else. Damian agreed to help you with your pranks but you could see that he’s grown bored with it and accepted that Jason’s girlfriend is here to stay.

“Well we’ll just have to try harder, come up with something even better!” You said enthusiastically. You began trying to come up with methods that you had yet to try.

“No.” Damian said firmly.

“What?” You asked in disbelief. Damian had never told you no before.

“I said no. Jason’s girlfriend isn’t as bad as you make her out to be. She’s actually nice and makes Jason not act like an utter ass all the time. I’m not going to continue pranking her for no reason.” He said. You felt a pang of betrayal strike through your chest. How could he? He was your best friend! How could he not see that you were doing this for a good reason.

Before you could respond a light knock sounded from Damian’s door. Before anyone could answer it, Jason popped his head in.

“Hey bro, can I have a quick word with your friend?” Jason asked. Damian nodded and stood up to leave the room. When he was gone, Jason sat down on the bed next to you. A blush crept to your cheeks. You had never been this close to your crush before.

“So do you want to tell me why you and my brother are harassing my girlfriend?” He asked gently and in a non judgemental tone.

“We were just trying to have some fun.” You responded. Jason frowned and sighed.

“Look Damian told me about your feelings for me. I know what it’s like to have a crush at your age. You’re young and you think you know what you want and will stop at nothing to achieve it. But it isn’t ok to try and force people away from your crush. Do you understand what I’m trying to say?” Jason asked.

“But I love you! I love you more than she ever could!” You argued sneering at the thought of Jason’s girlfriend. Jason shook his head with a look of pity in his eyes.

“Look kid -”

“I’m not a kid.” You insisted.

“Yeah you are. Look, I know this might seem like the end of the world now but it just would have never worked for so many reasons. You’re like a little sister to me, [Y/N]. You may feel heartbroken now, but I promise you that you’ll eventually find someone your age that will make you the happiest girl in the world.” Jason said. Your heart shattered at his words. You thought if you confessed your love for him the entire world would align in your favor, just like it did in the movies but no you were just a heartsick little fool. You wiped your tears away with your sleeve and hung your head in your hands to hide your face from him.

“I’m going to leave now. Do you want me to get Damian for you?” Jason asked comfortingly. He felt horrible for having to break a twelve year old’s heart like that but at the same time he didn’t want her developing feelings for him that he knew for a fact would never be requited. He figured it would be best to put this matter to rest before it got any more out of hand than it was. He only hoped Damian could help the poor girl move on.

Maybe his brother could use this as an opportunity to finally act on his crush for the little girl. Damian hadn’t said anything about it to Jason, but he could see by the look on his eye that the boy was absolutely smitten with his little friend.

The girl nodded mutely as an answer to his question. Jason sighed and patted the girl’s back once before getting up and leaving the room. He found Damian standing just outside the door, clearly eavesdropping. His face was red with rage and he started punching Jason’s middle repeatedly, the act having no effect on the big brother.

“You ass! What did you do to her?” He seethed, continuing his childish assault.

“I told her the truth. Now stop hitting me,” Jason said grabbing the kid’s fists to still them, “And go comfort your friend. She needs a shoulder to cry on right now.”

“I swear you better sleep with one eye open tonight, Todd.” Damian threatened but stepped away to go to his room and comfort his friend.

“You’ll thank me one day, kid.”

anonymous asked:

ur post about fic & racism in the supergirl fandom really got me thinking (especially about my own biases so thank you) but also like, how there’s this incredibly pervasive but subtle new form of racism I haven’t seen b4 in other fandoms? Like on one hand u have this loud condemnation of how racist monel is & how he was a slave owner blabh blah but no corresponding attention given to the existing Black characters. 1/4

I get wlw not wanting to write m/f fic but a lot of the fandom doesn’t reblog (or make) any of the gifsets, they don’t meta for him they don’t call for more screen time for Mehcad. Same for M’gann. SO many posts talking about how awful monel is compare him to Lena and strangely don’t mention the Black female character who also came from an oppressive society to become a hero? And there are like, idk, 4 people? Who write or post wlw fic with M’gann in it? 2/4

Same with Maggie. A huge segment of fandom decided Floriana is white (even tho hollywood clearly won’t cast her in roles for white women) so they use that as an excuse to exclusively stan the very light skinned white wlw. And the way it carries over to the characters, like, okay Flo is white? but Maggie is absolutely treated like a woc in how parts of fandom aggressively ignore her & find ways to demonize her character while overtly supporting lighter skinned characters ¾

And that same part of the fandom doesn’t ever seem to create content for Lucy or Vasquez either. IDK this isn’t something u can probably explore with stats but ur post really got me thinking and it just feels really gross now bc I see all these posts condemning racism but there’s still this extreme perpetuation of privileging white characters at the same time? & I haven’t seen this particular trend in fandom b4 4/4

Oh, anon, this made my day. I have a bunch of notes waiting in a doc to address the whole Mon-El thing with regard to the racist undertones and the rhetoric used by the show to frame his storyline, and I will do my best to write it before the season comes back again, because I genuinely think they tried to aim high and just … missed completely. (But I make no promises because my thesis defense is on Tuesday.)

To your first point re: fandom attitudes – I was surprised in the early half of S2 when so many people came out of the woodwork making posts in the main tag like “wait, why did they get rid of Kara/James??” because, oh right, nobody acted like they cared for almost twelve straight months. If y’all were so okay with this ship, where were you to acknowledge its social significance when it was canon? Where are you now? Why hasn’t there been an outpouring of tweets week after week at the execs and the writers for sidelining an interracial couple in favor of what we’re getting, especially since the storyline literally handwaved away human trafficking and slavery as minor plot points?

Not only that, when there’s unrealized potential for a non-canon ship there is typically an outpouring of fic in response, and while there’s been a statistically significant amount of new Karolsen fic in S2 because it’s pretty easy to top zero percent, the writing there is not keeping pace with any of the other dude-involved pairings. 

And you’re right, anon: it is not possible to prove anything with stats. HOWEVER, thanks to the addition of these new characters for S2, I *am* at the point now where it’s possible to see correlation between character race and fan engagement with different pairing choices. And the bias is there, whether it’s in the het pairings, the femslash, or even the m/m pairings. The whole reason I started tracking fic outputs in the first place was that any attempt to have this conversation last year devolved into yelling and finger-pointing because “you have no proof!” that racial bias is a thing. Except, yanno, all the POC who live with it daily saying that it’s a thing. Well, congratulations y’all: your choices leave digital footprints behind that are pretty easy to follow and chart for everyone to see.

This isn’t actually a new problem, by the way – racism and preferencing of white pairing happens a lot, in almost every fandom. The only difference maybe is that I’ve experimented with quantifying it, which is not something that people usually do when they study fandoms or fan behavior.

It pains me to no end that M’gann has been so overlooked, because her story has just as many dark character beats to it as Lena’s, if not more, plus the added bonus of her sharing a sense of “otherness” with Kara in a way that few other people can. And there is no way the disinterest in that pairing isn’t about race, because there are a whole bunch of ships from S1 between white women who’d never even met each other in canon that have more romantic fics than M’gann/anyone.

And the nonsense about Floriana, which I’ll remind everyone again was started by a white girl, had a demonstrable chilling effect on interest in Sanvers as a pairing. Like. I can actually show that on paper. And you’re absolutely right with what you said above, which bears repeating: Maggie is absolutely treated like a woc in how parts of fandom aggressively ignore her & find ways to demonize her character.

There’s also a treatment of Floriana herself that reminds me uncomfortably of how people went out of their way to demonize Naya Rivera’s personal life whenever she reminded the world she was black instead of just “very tan.” And a lot of the rhetoric people are using to talk about Floriana’s racial heritage is almost verbatim the same as what you’ll find on white supremacist discussion boards about Italian people. I’d love to think this is an accident, but I’ve made some people pretty angry for pointing this out in the past, so I suspect it’s at least partially deliberate.

Lucy was another case that drove me insane, for two reasons:

  1. The vast majority of femslash fans flat-out ignored her as a romantic choice even though there were a whole lot of good reasons to ship her with either Kara or Alex, and a whole lot less negative reasons not to. (And it’s not like Supercat was already dominating the scene before Lucy’s character was introduced. That ship only became popular after the movie Carol came out during the winter hiatus of S1.)
  2. People had the same fight last year about whether or not Lucy counted as a WOC and ultimately insisted that the answer was no. But then people kept on ignoring her anyway like somehow dubiously legal boss/employee relationships, potential treason, and incest were more logical bases for attraction.

Also, to the people who have been like “oh yay we could’ve had Dichen as Maggie, a real WOC” like somehow this would have made the fandom love her more – you’re full of shit. If you mean that, why has there been so little fic about Dichen as Roulette? Like, last year there were a whole bunch of shipfics featuring Livewire. There was Kara/Siobhan. And yet … no dark scenarios of Supergirl/Roulette? No Alex ones? There were even a bucketload of those for each Danvers sister + Max Lord, and this fandom isn’t even that into dudes. You’re telling me no one is interested in this kind of hero/villain dynamic with the Asian chick and somehow that’s not also about race?

tl;dr I suspect that a decent chunk of this problem is the result of subconscious bias, but some of it’s not. And what’s really sad about it is that, for all the talk on Tumblr about representation being important, we’re really doing no better as media producers than Hollywood when it comes to race. If anything, we might actually be doing worse.

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Summary: Four months later, and it starts with a phone call and a slightly more-than-absurd request. 
Pairing: Taehyung | Reader
Genre: Fluff; Post Breakup AU 
Word Count: 4,738

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“You want me to do what?”

Taehyung visibly winces at your tone of voice, while not over accusatory or threatening or aggressive, is just enough to make him realize the ridiculous notion of his previous request. It had been slightly absurd even before he had decided to brave towards a phone call, but now that the words are out there, it’s even more absurd. He tries to picture you now: your eyebrows knitted together and your lips jutting out into that adorable pout that he use to trace out with his finger before pulling you in for a kiss, nips and bites and anything to make your pout turn into the smile that he loved so much.

He swallows thickly as soon as he hears you humming on the other side of the phone, enough to drag him out of his trance, enough to make the statement burn itself into the back of his head: the statement that you weren’t his girlfriend anymore and he couldn’t just kiss you because he wanted to.

“Taehyung, are you still there?”

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Silver Storm ( 1/?)

Summary: While on trip out of state, you were taken by Hydra. You were barely 21 at the time. Hydra took you and turned you into another asset, matching the Winter Soldier’s abilities. They injected you with a serum similar to his, wiped you,  and instructed the soldier himself to train you. He was hard on you, but when it was just the two of you he let his walls down. You were each other’s comfort, until the events of D.C when he was sent to kill Captain America. After that day, you never saw him again. You were told he abandoned you, that he was on the other side now. It’s been years since you’ve seen him, but what happens when he comes bursting through the doors of your facility?

Memories are in Italics, bold is readers thoughts *

Pairing: none so far, but Bucky x reader (eventually) , reader x avengers

Warnings: swearing, torture, violence, sadness


                                                     Chapter one

   Your life consists of three things now: killing, obeying, and training. When you don’t do one of those things, or when you show hesitation, your mind is wiped clean by your handlers. You don’t know how long it’s been since you’ve been with Hydra. How could you? You’ve been wiped so many times you’re surprised you still know how to fight. Killing, Russian, and taking orders are now burned deeply into your system. Over the last few months, memories have been slipping through the cracks of your mind. You’ve  managed to hide your reaction when they appear, not wanting to lose them again from being wiped. With the memories though comes a sharp pain, as if they are forcing their way into your mind. They aren’t ever in order; you’ll remember things from when you were a child and were with your siblings, and the next minute you’ll be reminded of the parties you attended with friends in high school. Having your memories back isn’t all good though; it means your humanity is seeping back in play, making it that much harder when your superiors send you on a kill mission. Sometimes you consider asking to be wiped to make things easier since it doesn’t seem like you’ll ever be free again.  Since Winter escaped, the security around you has been tighter. Hydra is too afraid to lose another asset.

Today, a particular memory stands out to you: a memory of the Soldier.


Your body slammed to the ground, as your superiors watched their agents punish you for being hesitant on a training set. If it wasn’t for the super soldier serum swimming in your veins, you’d most likely be dead by now. No human body could or should endure this much pain. By the time they’d finished with you, you were in the fetal position. You could feel that your ribs were cracked, your nose was broken, your arm may have been broken, and your eye was beginning to swell shut. They left you there, laughing as they exited the room. You didn’t know how long it had been, but Winter finally made his way into the room. He gently lifted you into his arms, not saying a word.

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You finally ended up in the cell where they kept the both of you. They forced you two to sleep on the concrete floor, supplying an itchy, thin blanket for each of you, and a bucket. Winter was in cryo more than you were, but when he wasn’t, you’d sleep curled into his body with his arms wrapping around you tightly.   

He laid you down over one of your spread out blankets. Whimpers left your lips at the hard ground underneath your broken body.

“Shhhhh, you’ll heal soon. Just give it a day or two, Doll.” He moved a piece of hair out of your face and left the room. He managed to come back with a makeshift icepack and towel to clean you up. He stayed with you for hours, trying to distract you from the pain, promising one day you would both be free.


   The memories of Winter always hurt you. Neither of you knew much about each other, just whatever he remembers (which wasn’t much). He repeated the name Steve a lot in his sleep, and he remembered that he fought in a war, but not which one or how old he was. He remembered falling off a train, and that’s how he lost his arm and gained his metal one. At night, when the nightmares of his memories from before Hydra and after hit him, you would pull him to you, trying to calm him. You never had memory slips when he was around; they didn’t start happening until after he left you.

  You request a training session from your superior. Maybe it’ll ease the pain of the memory away. He agrees, no questions asked. You make your way to the designated gym. It was small but held the proper equipment you need. You go straight for the punching bag. It takes a total of five punches before it flings off the chain and smacks into the wall. Anger is all you feel; the memory of the soldier just makes you feel alone, miserable, and hostile towards Hydra. Overtime you’ve realized Hydra isn’t who they claim to be while they tortured and morphed you into this soldier. They claim to be doing the world a favor, that they were the ‘good guys’. Maybe from their standpoint they are, but from yours? Hell no. You believed in freedom and justice before all this. Well at least you think you did, based on your memories. You still weren’t clear on who you were; you just knew names of people in your memories. The name they used when referring to you still felt odd to you. You only ever remember being called Silver Storm ,which, once you started being able to think for yourself again, sounded so fucking dumb. As you move to hang a new bag from the ceiling, the red alarm lights start blinking along with the shrill sound of the alarm. What the hell?

  Your handler burst into the training room. “Silver, the Avengers are breaching our system, suit up.”

At the sound of his voice, you snap into mission mode. You sprint to the gear room, pulling on your tactical black suit. It matches the one Winter use to wear, including the red star on the arm. You pull your hair into the standard braid you wear on missions, and place your mask over your mouth. As soon as you finish filling all your holsters with the proper guns and knives, you slip your comm into your ear.

“Silver Storm, ready to comply,” You announce coldly.

“The Avengers are infiltrating your home, soldier. Show them what they’re dealing with, take them all out.”

“Yes sir.”

You move swiftly through the halls, while you’re told of the Avengers locations through your comms. The closest one to you is Captain America who’s on the roof taking out agents.

“тут ничего не происходит (here goes nothing),” you mumble under your breath. You haven’t had to deal with the Avengers, so you’re not sure what to expect.

You slink your way up the stairs to the roof, readying your gun. You kick down the door, and immediately see your target. You take aim and begin shooting. He deflects the bullets with his shield, then throws it towards you. You tuck and roll, dodging his shield. Why the hell does he have a giant Frisbee?! You switch out your gun for another from one of you holsters. You take aim again, except before you shoot, your gun is shot out of your hand by an arrow. What the hell kinds of weapons do this people have? An arrow, really? You train your focus and leap straight towards Captain America. You start throwing punches, and he barely deflects them. You land four good hits to his abdomen. While he stumbles back, you whip yourself around and wrap your thighs around his neck. You take him down, cutting off his oxygen with the pressure from your thighs. You don’t hold him there long before he manages to flip you off him. You land on your back with a thud.

“Сукин сын (son of a bitch)!”

You pick yourself back up, only to be thrown backward again by him. You reach for your knives then whip them quickly at him. Two of them manage to stick, one in his shoulder and one grazing his side.

 It slows him down momentarily. You hear steps behind you, causing you to pull your gun and turn. You’re facing your superior. Oh Shit.

“I see you need help, Soldier. Your training will be changed accordingly after we finish this.” I can feel the pain already. The rest of the Avengers seem to appear out of thin air. You notice it’s not the entire team, only the Captain, Hawkeye, and Falcon. You begin shooting at the Falcon, successfully grounding him. Your superior seems to be in a hand to hand with the Captain, and the other agents are after Hawkeye. You have your target pinned to the ground wrapped between your thighs. As you begin applying more pressure around his neck, you hear a voice that wrecks your concentration.

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“Steve, duck!” Winter? You watch as he throws the Frisbee to the Captain, aiding his fight against your superior.

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“Well, Winter. Welcome home.”  You hear your handle say. In your moment of distraction, Falcon gets the upper hand, knocking you off him, and landing a hard punch to your stomach. You fumble back, mind still in overdrive at the fact he is here. He finally made it out of here, and he’s still fighting?   

You abandon Falcon as your target, letting the lower level agents go for him. You move to help against the Captain and Winter. A plan starts swirling around your mind. When you approach the three, you see your superior losing.

“Asset, finish them. Winter is against you now,” he says as he battles Captain America. You turn your gaze to the soldier. A look of recognition and sadness flashing through his eyes. You turn away, glancing back at your handler. The same handler that beat you, abused you, wiped your memory, forced you to kill, and took you away from your family. This is it. He gains the upper hand in his fight, and you pull out your last gun from it’s holster. You turn your gaze back to Winter for a second. If I fail, they will kill me. Is this worth it? Where would I go if I actually succeed? It’s now or never. You take the comm from your ear, smashing it under your boot. Then, before he can move from his spot on top of the man in red, white and blue, you spin yourself over, taking aim and shooting your superior in the back of his head. His body falls limp over the captain.

There is no going back now.

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Aces Are Not One Flavor: A Don’t-Do List of Lazy Characterization

When it comes to conceptualizing asexuality - whether you’re writing the protagonist of a young adult novel, world-building an alien race, or trying to understand real aces in your own life - there’s a lot of repeated trends at risk of occurring. And they range from ‘that’s a common stereotype so don’t paint us with such a wide brush’ to ‘ oh my god could you be any more wrong’.

Asexuality = Low Sex Drive. The idea that asexuality is intrinsically tied with low libido is one idea that the world can’t seem to get rid of. Probably because it’s partially true; many aces indeed attribute their (lack of) sexual orientation with a lack of sexual drive. With low desire for sexual intimacy (sometimes) comes a low desire for anyone. And to many aces, that’s their asexuality. 

But to many other aces, the two could not be any further apart. My libido is high, even higher since starting HRT, and it hasn’t affected my lack of sexual attraction for other people. And not every Joe identifies as asexual because they find it hard to get sexually aroused; just because physical stimulation does little for you doesn’t mean you’re guaranteed to not feel attracted to others. So asexuality always equating to low libido does no one any favors.

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Love You

Prompt/Summary: It’s easier to tell Steve you love him when he doesn’t know you mean it.  (fluffity fluff)

Pairing/Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader, Natasha, Sam

Warnings: None.  Steve is a bit of a shit.  I honestly don’t think I used a single curse word in this.  I’m a bit shocked.  Maybe I used them up writing Pushing All my Buttons.

Word Count: 1061  (just a shorty)

Author’s Note:I’ve been on a bit of a Steve kick.  And work has totally let up (thank god the year end banquet is over) so I have a bit more time to enjoy my writing.  So I wouldn’t get your hopes up for more than one story a week, but I do have some challenges coming due. 

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All Too Well | Pt. 3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Epilogue

Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU
Word Count: 6,437

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How can this be happening?

Your mind almost draws a point blank at the sight of Min Yoongi standing in the doorframe, just as rooted to his spot as you are with yours, unable to believe that he could be right here after so long, as if it’s always supposed to be that simple. After all this time, after all this space you’ve attempted to carve out between the two of you, the fact that he could be standing here almost boggles your mind. You’ve always known that fate and destiny always worked in very mysterious ways, and you’ve always believed that everything happens for a reason, but why, why, why is Min Yoongi here just when you thought that maybe you truly did not need him in your life anymore?

“Do you two know each other?” Hoseok inquires suddenly, breaking the tension as you force yourself to tear away from Yoongi’s intense stare upon you.

“Y-Yeah,” Yoongi replies, almost breathlessly as if the sight of you stirs up the same sensation as running up a flight of stairs, an urgency that tugs at your heartstrings. “We use to date.”

“2 years ago,” You whisper, although you don’t know why you feel the need to interject how long it had been since the pair of you dated. It’s not like technicalities would be enough to drive away the fact that you and Min Yoongi have a lot of history together—and it already creates a link between you and this group, for better or for worse.

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On Religion in the Wizarding World

In various discussions of the portrayal of Tina and Queenie’s Jewishness, there have been a few arguments that keep coming up, so I wanted to address them.

One thing that’s come up a few times is the idea that there’s no religion in the wizarding world, based on the fact that it’s never mentioned in the story.  But, let’s break that down:

- Harry is oblivious.  If anyone other than the Weasleys or Hermione was religious, he probably wouldn’t notice.

- Minor characters’ religions aren’t relevant to the story, so even if he did notice, it wouldn’t make into the books.*  We never hear about, say, Hannah Abbott’s favorite food, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have one.

- Religion actually is mentioned in the story; every year, we see Christmas celebrated at Hogwarts.  “But they’re celebrating secular Christmas,” you might say.  And, yes.  But the thing is, this argument often comes up when I point out that, say, the Goldsteins should have been portrayed as celebrating Chanukah – which most American Jews celebrate as a secular holiday despite its religious origins and significance.  Why is a Jewish holiday inherently religious and therefore inappropriate in a secular story, while a Christian holiday is not?**

- The Barebones are very religious.  They’re not wizards, true, but saying religion isn’t in the story is simply incorrect.

- The ending of Deathly Hallows is a pretty clear Jesus allegory.  So, while that’s not an example of in-universe religion, it’s still very much present in the story, and honestly seems like it would be lot more offensive to someone who doesn’t want religion in their stories than religious characters would be.

The next thing I want to address is the idea that being wizards would cause people to abandon their religions and cultures, because they’d assimilate into wizarding culture instead.  Now, I can’t speak for other religions, but I don’t think this makes any sense for Jews.  People have been trying for centuries to get us to abandon our religion and culture and it hasn’t worked.  Even the American melting pot hasn’t made as much of a dent as you might expect.  Would Jewish wizards adopt wizarding culture?  Absolutely.  Would they just decide to stop being Jewish?  No.  They’d probably create their own distinct flavor of Jewish culture, much like Jewish groups all over the world have done, but there’s no logical reason to think they’d just abandon it.

And have the other groups we see in the books abandoned their own cultures in favor of wizard culture?  Well, yes and no.  English wizards wear robes, use quills, etc.  But they also still celebrate Christmas, drink tea, speak British English, and have a British-style boarding school.  And this makes sense – cultural fusion is what humans do.  Jewish wizards would be no different.

*Another argument I’ve heard is that the Goldsteins’ religion isn’t important to the story, so it shouldn’t be included.  And that makes sense, except that Fantastic Beasts goes beyond simply not adding it to, essentially, actively omitting it from places it should be.  A quick google search can tell you that the movie takes place during Chanukah, yet when we have a dinner scene in their house, we don’t see them celebrating it.  This would be like having a movie set on December 25th and not seeing any mention of Christmas in a dinner scene in a Christian character’s apartment.  It doesn’t make sense. 

**Earlier, I asked “Why is a Jewish holiday inherently religious and therefore inappropriate in a secular story, while a Christian holiday is not?”  I also want to ask, even if it was religious, why would that be inappropriate in a secular story?  Religion is a part of many people’s lives.  It gets a really bad rap because of the real-life people who are like Mary Lou Barebone.  But many (if not most) religious people aren’t like that at all.  I think people feel that any portrayal or discussion of religion in a public sphere is inappropriate (to the point that Quebec is even considering making it illegal for government employees to wear religious symbols or garments, such as hijabs) but maybe it’s worth investigating if that really ought to be the case.  Obviously going out and proselytizing to people is not okay, but a religious person existing as their full self in public should be fine.  Likewise, characters existing with their religion and culture portrayed should be fine, too.  But beyond that, people seem to be pretty comfortable with public expressions of Christianity (eg. Christmas displays in every storefront, Christmas music playing for weeks in public places).  It’s worth asking why that is okay, but public expressions of Judaism and Islam are not.  If your answer is “because Christmas is secular,” I think it’s worth reflecting on a few things:

- Is Christmas really so secular?  Do non-Christians see it as secular?
- Are publically displayed Nativity scenes okay?  Are they secular?
- Why is Christmas secular, but similarly secularized expressions of other religions (eg Chanukah) aren’t?
- Why are public displays of religion inappropriate in the first place?
- What is your discomfort with religious expression really about?

Thanks for reading. <3  I hope this shed some light on my frustrations with some of the conversations I’ve had about this.