needs to happen dammit!

Things I'd love seeing during the season finale of Lucifer:

-Lucifer using the flaming sword
-Lucifer or Amenadiel saving Linda with their angelic powers (Just save her, dammit!)
-This probably won’t happen but I need a hug between Lucifer and Maze so much! 😭
-Lucifer getting his wings back (I have to see this so much, pretty please!! ❤🙏)
-Chloe seeing Lucifer’s wings (asghdgdhj 😍❤) & hopefully not going nuts 😅
-Seeing Trixie again!!!! 😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏
-Getting a cute moment between Amenadiel and Maze 😊
-Having more scenes with Dan and Ella

Okay, I finished 😂

Comatose-Chapter 14

Summary: You are the sister of Charles Xavier. You are part of the Avengers and dating Bucky Barnes. Unbeknownst to you Bucky is having an affair with Natasha. When you catch them in the act, things go downhill from there. You are a Mutant with similar powers to Jean, only with Immortality thrown in.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky X Natasha, Logan Howlett X Reader

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Cheating, Feelings of worthlessness, Depression.

  @tilltheendwilliwrite you are truly the most amazing beta. Thank you for listening to me rant and screaming with me. This fic wouldn’t be what it is without you Xox

“This is a terrible idea,” Storm remarks as she watches a smirking Logan circle Bucky on the training mat.

“I know, but it needs to be done. They need to learn to work together,” you reply, watching as Bucky lands a particularly nasty ariel kick to the top of Logan’s head.

“They are going to kill each other. Logan looks ready to murder,” she says giggling nervously.

You sigh. “Dammit I know, but it needs to happen.”

Bucky is not holding back, using every ounce of training he has to get the upper hand on Logan, and he is succeeding. You can’t tell if Logan is letting him win or is genuinely faltering under the onslaught of the winter soldier. But, the wolfman is healing as fast as Bucky is opening him up, which seems to be making the former winter soldier all the madder.

“Cap,” you call. “This needs to stop, put me in with Buck.”

Steve’s eyes widen momentarily before he nods and calls a halt to the fight. “Alright, change partners. Buck you’re with (Y/N), pal.”

Logan’s eyes snap to yours, a warning clear in them. He starts to protest, but a vicious glare shuts him up.

Stepping onto the mat, you nod at Bucky. He grunts in greeting, not bothering to meet your gaze. He lets loose with a combination of punches, landing a solid hit to your ribs.

You hiss in pain before retaliating with a knee to the stomach and an uppercut to the jaw. The fight is a dance, beautiful to watch. You know each other’s movements intimately, syncing naturally with each other. It’s a painful reminder of betrayal. Of what could have been if he had done things differently.

He has a hand on your throat, slight pressure there, his other hand holding you tightly around the waist, ready to slam you to the mat. You whimper at the familiar action. It pulls memories to the surface of hot nights and sensual, stroking hands, and you arch into him.

Bucky freezes, eyes wide. “Fuck,” he mutters out loud.

Your body betrays you in front of the entire team, causing you to flush in anticipation like you once would have. Sucking in a steadying breath, you elbow Bucky in the stomach. Twisting out of the hold, you head butt him on the nose, stagger back, and land a kick to his side, watching as he falls to the floor.

Ignoring the eyes of everyone in the room. You make your way to where a pissed off Logan is glaring at you, murder written clearly on his face. Guilt courses through you as you come to a standstill in front of him. “Logan,” you whisper.

He pulls you roughly from the room, coming to a halt outside one of the many supply closets littering the compound.

“What. the. Fuck. was. That!” he spits out, “You were dry humping your ex in front of the entire team!”

Not knowing what to say you settle on, “I’m sorry.. It was familiar.. I just responded.”

Logan’s face hardens with anger. Lips curled into a snarl, he shoves you through the supply closet door, locking it firmly behind him. He pushes you roughly into a wall, calloused hand wrapping around your throat.

It sends heat spiking through you. Lust roars to life, and you moan for him, wetness gathering between your thighs.

“You are mine,” he grits out. “Mine alone,” he reiterated as he claims your lips in a bruising passionate kiss.

Breaking away from your lips he drops to his knees. Yanking down the work out pants you are wearing, he forces you to step out of them. His hands are hard and ruthless, hooking a leg over his shoulders. He spreads you open, growling at the wetness he finds.

“Who do you belong to?” he growls as he licks a languid stripe along your opening, avoiding your clit.

You gasp out, hands flying to his hair yanking roughly. “Please, Logan,” you whimper, as he continues his ministrations avoiding where you need it most.

“Who do you belong to?” he says circling the outside of your clit.

“o..oh god,” you moan, canting your hips into his face. He places a hand on your lower stomach, forcing you to keep still. “Logan!” you whine, desperately needing relief.

He chuckles darkly. “Tell me who you belong to darlin’, and I’ll give you exactly what you want.” He moans, his nostrils flaring, breathing in your scent.

“You!” you all but scream. “I’m yours! Logan, please!” you beg.

Satisfied, he sucks your clit into his mouth. Pushing one thick finger inside you, he massages at your walls. It nearly drives you over the edge, the conflicting sensations driving you mad with desire. Logan moans against you as you tug harshly at his hair.

“Stop!” you moan out.

He disengages completely, looking at you in mild panic. You simply smile and help him to his feet, staring directly into his eyes.

“I want to taste you, baby,” you say, voice husky with arousal. “I want your thick cock in my mouth.”

His eyes darken, turn almost black. “Oh fuck,” he all but moans, fumbling with his sweatpants.

You sink to your knees, yanking his pants down roughly. Taking his thick length in your hand, you place small kitten licks to his tip. His loud grunts urge you onward. Engulfing him entirely, you trace the thick vein at the underside of his shaft with your tongue. Stroking the base of his cock with a firm grip, your free hand weighs his heavy balls. Giving a light squeeze every few seconds, you turn him into a moaning mess above you. His hands tangle in your long locks, guiding your head.

“Jus’ like that darlin’,” he says as he hits the back of your throat, holding you there briefly. “You gonna let me fuck that pretty little mouth?” he purrs giving an experimental thrust into your mouth.

You moan around him, sending vibrations through his pulsating length. He’s always been a dominant lover. Demanding. It arouses the hell out of you.

“That’s it, darlin’,” he moans as he starts thrusting in earnest.

Your jaw is aching, eyes burning with tears, legs slick with your own arousal, but you couldn’t care less. It feels so fucking good, and you couldn’t stop even if you tried.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” Logan mutters, pulling you off him roughly. You whine in protest. He chuckles, “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m gonna fuckin’ ruin you.”

Twirling you around, he shoves you face first into the wall, kicking your legs apart. He enters you in one swift motion, not bothering to give you time to adjust. He fucks into you roughly, unrelenting, growling with every thrust. The angle has you seeing stars. You’re a begging sobbing mess and Logan revels in it.

Pulling you back by the hair, he places a hand on your throat, whispering in your ear, “Mine… only mine.” A particularly sharp thrust has you coming undone around him, spasming and arching against him. “And I don’t share what’s mine.” He growls  loudly when he comes, long thick spurts coating your walls, panting harshly in your ear. “I love you,” he whispers, nipping affectionately at your earlobe.

“I know,” you reply as an unexpected wave of emotion flares in your chest. Logan pulls out of you, handing you your clothing. Understanding rips through you and leaves you reeling, breath caught in your throat.

Logan looks at you with concern. “You alrigh’? Did I hurt you?”

You stare at him in disbelief. “Oh..Oh my god.”

Logan strides toward you, checking you roughly for any sign of injury. “What? What is it? Where are ya hurt?” he mutters, panicked.

“Logan,” you breathe out. His concerned eyes train to yours. “I..I think I love you, too.”

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I want-no-I NEED a Jurassic World animated series about Owen and Barry raising the Raptor Squad from birth to the events of the movie and it needs to feature all adorable Tumblr head cannons about precious raptor sisters and their mama!


So since I’ve seen so much actor AU stuff going around, I’ve decided to aid my friend to showcase the need of a Hetalia Actor AU! 8D So here are some headcannons you guys can use (if you want, I mean… you don’t have to D:) and here is an amazing thing that my dear friend has created in honour of this AU.


France and England’s actors are best friends that end up rolling around on the floor crying whenever they have to do a serious scene together: especially the marriage proposal one. Both of them struggle to keep a straight face in any scene they have.

Hungary’s actor lives up to her character and she is always lending a helping hand. She helps the director, the costume department, the props department, the arts department and she always drags Austria and Prussia’s actors with her wherever she goes.

Japan’s actor is a lot more outgoing than his character and is known to scare the living daylights out of his fellow actors from all the spooky pranks he plays on them. He is notorious for the pranks involving horror stories from Japan respectively.

The child actors that play Chibitalia and ChibiRomano are Italy and Romano’s cousins and they are not as innocent as many people might think.

Belgium’s actor is always found with either chocolate or waffles in her dressing room. She constantly bakes and gives food to the other actors for breakfast or late night snacks. 

Spain’s actor is very much like his character and has a basket of tomatoes in his dressing room. He is also the one who forgets this lines the most yet knows everyone else’s lines perfectly.

Germany and Prussia’s actors are brothers and Italy and Romano’s actors are twins. Canada and America’s actors are also twins and Australia and New Zealand’s actors are brothers too. 

Russia’s actor is the nominated “big brother” figure that everyone else turns to. He is sweet, incredibly shy and sometimes finds it difficult to play his yandere scenes because he is too sweet for his own good. Ask any of the other actors and they’ll tell you that he gives the best hugs and advice.

The Nordic’s actors are all related and they all live up to their personalities: except Sweden, Iceland and Norway’s actors. The three have the funniest bloopers, the rudest but the most hilarious jokes and the largest stomachs. They are constantly found in the lunch room.

That’s it for now. But expect more later :3

So in this Rey-is-Obi-Wan’s-granddaughter theory, one obvious candidate for grandmother is Satine, right? Which adds yet another layer of poetic parallels to the story, because then we have Kylo Ren, grandson of a Jedi and a diplomat, and Rey, granddaughter of Obi Wan and Satine… Jedi and diplomat

I had just gotten used to the fact that maybe relationships just aren’t for me. I had just become comfortable in my own skin. I had just started to adjust to being on my own. I had just started to be fully independent….and then those feelings hit again. They hit me like a tsunami. Suddenly, I’m rethinking every word I say, changing my outfit three times before I go out, and seeing every other girl as someone I need to compete with. And dammit, I hate that this is happening again, and I hate you for being so oblivious.
—  But clearly I don’t really fully hate you, because if I did I wouldn’t be in this situation. (via dissembled-thoughts)

Like, I wouldn’t even have been worried about a Perc’ahlia break up and could have written essays about why not, but y’all went ahead and put the idea in my head.

And now I still think a Perc’ahlia break up is unlikely. And the only way it’ll happen is Taliesin Jaffe’s perpetual need to torture Percy. Dammit.

Kind of a part two to because a few people requested it.  Set a few months after the first part.  MORE DANCING because you know I cannot get enough of Steroline dancing.  And more listening to records in Stefan’s room because DAMMIT THIS NEEDS TO HAPPEN!  It’s a little different.  Less sexual tension and more straight up romance because I think our babies will be very romantic, knowing both of them.  

Rated M for romantic smuttiness  :P *shrug*

It was during the second verse of We Belong Together by Ritchie Valens when Caroline finally looked up at him.  She’d been glued to his body for who knows how long, swaying to the music from the record player in his room.  No real intention of ever removing herself.  Stefan seemed content enough to just hold her.  Intermittently reaching up to smooth a hand down the back of her dress, to rub his thumb across the back of her exposed neck, his cheek against her temple.  It was warmth and comfort and home.  And it was high time.

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Nono… I know EXACTLY how I want it to happen.

I want one of them, probably Lois, to see the other first. I want her to see his back. Just his back. And I just want her entire world to stop as she sees him there and whole and A L I V E!!!
And I just want a moment of complete silence where she can’t speak, she can’t move. She’s afraid to call out to him or reach to him or walk over to him… afraid because this might end the way all of her dreams have, where the instant she tries to get to him he vanishes into smoke.
But Diana is there, and she sees that.
And she recognizes it from the unfulfilled emptiness that beats in her own heart. And she nudges Clark. And he turns.
And now it’s Clark’s turn to just look at Lois.
But it doesn’t last for very long, because in Lois’ dreams he never turns to her. In her dreams he never sees her.
And so she doesn’t wait.
She just runs as fast as she can until she’s in his arms. And he’s holding her and she’s crying into him and for a second this is enough… just feeling him whole and warm and alive around her. But then he gently cups her face in one hand and makes her look up at him.
And now that she’s kissing him she can’t stop. They’re breathing each other’s air and both are finally Finally FINALLY whole again.

And Diana has to turn her back, because their happiness is just too painful for her because it’s something that has been forever denied her.