one being tortured as it should be

Smart!Lance Headcanon

Lance has a photographic memory.
He found out when he was around 8 because he could draw by just glancing at someone else’s art and being able to copy all the details not exactly but extremely close.
When his family was struggling finically, he signed up to do game shows and almost anything that invoked memory and could win anything. His family eventually became finically stable and his memory became no more than a party trick. His family was used to his talent and didn’t pay much more attention to him than his other siblings so he tried to make him stand out more. He would prefect his looks because that was his feature that was complemented the second most.
People started to change their opinion of him from smartest kid in school to class clown and flirt. He had been called an idiot in front of his peers and accused off cheating on tests. He had been in one of the top high schools in America but everyone there looked down on him and called him every name under the sun for idiot. He graduated early because he was sick of the treatment from the other students.
He was accepted into the Garrison with a full scholarship because he had scored a 100 on the acceptance test and his high school. Half of the Garrison officials said he had been cheating but the other half refused to not accept him so he was put into the cargo pilot class.
When he moved up to to fighter pilot, Iverson refused his right to be there. He fully believed he had cheated despite his background of schools. He would lower his test scores and over grade him on his piloting skills. He rose throw the ranks even with Iverson dragging him down.
Hunk was the only one who knew. He had found Lance, after a particularly bad day with Iverson, repeating the numbers of pi.(a habit he picked up when he was stressed to keep his mind off of it)
When they first found Allura, Corren, and the Castle of Lions, he had started learning Altean from a children’s book and worked his way up until he could fluently speak Altean. Corren learned about his talent after walking in on him practicing the pronunciations of the Altean alphabet and offered to help him if he wanted.
When there was a group meeting he would often try to correct the teams mistakes but he would usually told to shut it. Allura would sometimes curse him out and point out his mistakes in Altean with a normal tone of voice thinking it would hurt hurt less if he didn’t. It would have hurt less if she would say it to his face instead of hiding it and saying it as something you would bring up in a normal conversation. She would often mumble about how annoying he is and how he should be more like Keith, reminding him of how he only replaced Keith in the Garrison.
Pidge found out one day after a competition with Lance of who could finish a test first. Pidge would tell him that it was a waste off talent. She would say that she should have that because she would use it for good. He felt like he was back home again, being told by his sister that she should have his memory.
He was left behind on a mission because of his team being forced to retreat without him. The Galra captured him and tortured him for two weeks. Once he was recused by the team and back at the castle, he would have vivid nightmares and flashbacks of his time spent with the Galra.
He had been out of it one day after a night of nightmares and was not paying attention to Allura instructing how the drill would go and ended up asking if she could repeat that. She only responded with “why do you always forget stuff.”
He broke out into hysterical laughter. They looked at him like he was insane until the laughter quickly died off. He responded with “You think I forget things. I never forget. I never forgot all of the things you would say about me in Altean and brushing it off as an Altean ritual. I never forgot how many times I’ve been called a waste of talent and an idiot by everyone. I never forgot all of the nights I spent being tortured and days I spend with out food and little water because I am remind of these things every day because of you all”
(I’m sooooorry this it so long I don’t now how to do simple thing like put it under a cut)

Punish me (Smut)
I did a thing. I figured it to be best if this was EXO member optional, since with this storyline you could end up with any EXO member really. God forgive me for I have sinned. 

Pairing: EXO member x Reader (You will have to choose one at a certain point, or read it nine times)

Genre: Smut

Edit: Apparently the first part can be classified under ‘humour’. My sister read this and she was laughing her ass off? I did not intend for this to happen but yeah… If it’s the same for you, enjoy.

Word count: 4670 words

Warning: Phone sex, Oral sex, explicit language.

Punish me:

“No, I’m not a free phone sex service!” I shout annoyed through my mobile and immediately cut the call, throwing my mobile onto the kitchen counter. Once, just once, I had been spotted in public with the members of EXO and that was the result; forty calls a day that begin with either “What are you wearing?” or “Tell me how wet you are”.

My mother is the fixed cleaning lady for the Exo dorm, but she broke her leg a few weeks ago. In agreement with SM, I replace her until she gets better. It is summer holiday and that way I don’t need to search for a summer job.

The guys from EXO are my age, so of course the relationship between EXO and me is different than the relationship my mom has with them. Whilst my mom is more a motherly figure, I am more of a friend. That’s why a few days ago, they asked me to go out for dinner with them.

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In the second half of the century, these fumbling experiments with the female interior gave way to the more decisive technique of surgery—aimed increasingly at the control of female personality disorders. There had been a brief fad of clitoridectomy (removal of the clitoris) in the eighteen sixties, following the introduction of the operation by the English physician Isaac Baker Brown. Although most doctors frowned on the practice of removing the clitoris, they tended to agree that it might be necessary in cases of nymphomania, intractable masturbation, or “unnatural growth” of that organ. (The last clitoridectomy we know of in the United States was performed in 1948 on a child of five, as a cure for masturbation.)

The most common form of surgical intervention in the female personality was ovariotomy, removal of the ovaries—or “female castration.” In 1906 a leading gynecological surgeon estimated that there were 150,000 women in the United States who had lost their ovaries under the knife. Some doctors boasted that they had removed from fifteen hundred to two thousand ovaries apiece. According to historian G. J. Barker-Benfield: “Among the indications were troublesomeness, eating like a ploughman, masturbation, attempted suicide, erotic tendencies, persecution mania, simple ‘cussedness,’ and dysmenorrhea [painful menstruation]. Most apparent in the enormous variety of symptoms doctors took to indicate castration was a strong current of sexual appetitiveness on the part of women.” The rationale for the operation flowed directly from the theory of the “psychology of the ovary”: since the ovaries controlled the personality, they must be responsible for any psychological disorders: conversely, psychological disorders were a sure sign of ovarian disease. Ergo, the organs must be removed…

The overwhelming majority of women who had leeches or hot steel applied to their cervices, or who had their clitorises or ovaries removed, were women of the middle to upper classes, for after all, these procedures cost money. But it should not be imagined that poor women were spared the gynecologist’s exotic catalog of tortures simply because they couldn’t pay. The pioneering work in gynecological surgery had been performed by Marion Sims on black female slaves he kept for the sole purpose of surgical experimentation. He operated on one of them thirty times in four years, being foiled over and over by post-operative infections. After moving to New York, Sims continued his experimentation on indigent Irish women in the wards of the New York Women’s Hospital. So, though middle-class women suffered most from the doctors’ actual practice, it was poor and black women who had suffered through the brutal period of experimentation.
—  Barbara Ehrenreich & Deirdre English, For Her Own Good: Two Centuries of the Experts’ Advice to Women
It’s An Older Sibling Thing

Characters: Dean Winchester x Friend!Reader, Sam Winchester x Friend!Reader

Length: 1469+ words

TW: Mentions of drug dealing, prostitution, and child abuse

A/N: I’m so sorry I’m posting this so late! I literally wrote this the night I signed up for the Challenge, but completely forgot about it ;; This is for @not-moose-one-shots 6K Writing Challenge! Congrats on 6000 followers, boo! And thank you for hosting the Challenge. This is my first time joining a Challenge, and I’m so glad I did it! 

11.  “He must pay well.”


A low growl erupted from your throat as the demon took your laptop from your backpack. Two days. It’s been two days since you were kidnapped, and tortured.

“You hunters think you’re so smart,” the demon taunted with a smirk. You looked over his shoulder, realizing that he was tracking Dean’s location. It was the same technique that every hunters used when you needed someone’s location- all you needed was their phone numbers. “We’ve picked up a few skills while being hunted.” He laughed with a wicked grin. “Now, c’mon. We’re gonna pay the Winchesters a little visit.” He raised his gun, and knocked your skull with the butt of it.

When you came to, you realized you were laying on a motel bed, the yellow lighting being too bright for your eyes. You groaned in pain, trying to assess your surroundings. The binds that were around your wrists and ankles were gone, and you felt the uncomfortable feeling of gauze and tape around your injuries.

“Easy, Y/N,” a voice rumbled from the other bed.

“Dean?” you called, turning your head to face him. His jaw tensed as you looked at him with confusion on your face. The motel room was a mess as if a hurricane went through it.

“That’s what happens when you lead a demon to our room,” he sniped, seeing you look around the room.

“What do you-”

“The demon you brought here.”

“Brought here?”

“Don’t play dumb, Y/N.” Dean rolled his eyes. “We know you told him our location in exchange for your life.”

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anonymous asked:

“the woman who has his damndelion heart" Oh my god this was amazing! So cute . I loved it so much. Is there going to be a next part?

Aww hun my heart is bursting from your kind words, thank you so much! I don’t think I’m going to write a part III anytime soon since I had a bit of difficulty writing part II haha … maybe sometime in the future I will pick up the story but who knows. I will, however, leave you with this little blurb I had written as part of the series but never actually put it into the story. I’d imagine it fit right in between Braids and Excuses


Catnap

When he finds you on the couch, a few hours later, reading your anatomy textbook, he sighs from relief at the familiar sight (and the peace and quiet). Anne had graciously offered to shift the reunion to the backyard to give you a quiet place to study even though you had originally asked to go the library for a few hours. The clangs of glasses echoed slightly from outside, but you didn’t seem to mind, lost in your own world from the way you hadn’t noticed Harry plopping himself next to you, laying his head on your comfortable shoulder while crossing his arms in an exhausted sigh.

“Love?”  

You refused to indulge him, determined to finish this week’s chapter.

“Pet?” 

The feeling of his curls rubbed sweetly against your neck as he peered up to look at you (damn him).

Muppet?

“Harry!” you snapped stretching his name in annoyance. “Jus’ give me a sec.” You took a deep breath to calm yourself as you flipped a page of your book roughly, eyes still concentrating on your readings. 

“Hmm,” a familiar accusing tone surfaced in his groggy voice, “someone’s gettin’ snippy…”

His comment was ignored once again, but he didn’t mind. He felt quite smug at the moment. The ever so patient Y/N had crumbled slightly in the depths of his over-eager family (despite him triggering the hindrance).

“She lasted longer than anyone,” Harry thought to himself, eyes grazing over the complicated words of her book. His eyes dropped slightly, as a deep wave of exhaustion over took him. He gazed over to his family through the glassed doors, his sister was holding Jamie in her arms and he was grateful for the moment of peace without the little one. He loved her to bits of course, but she exhausted the wits out of him. He closed his eyes, finally, as a deep slumber over took his body.

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something happened to you (jughead jones x reader)

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pairing: jughead jones x reader

word count: 1579

request: could i request a riverdale scenario where jughead is in some dangerous situation (related to jason’s kiler perhaps (; ) and the reader is freaking out about it,, they find each other and maybe he got injured or something but everything is mostly ok aha,, something v v angsty but ends sweet and romantic and fluffy??? thank you so much haha i live for angst and danger and cuteness <3

You and Jughead knew you were close to catching Jason’s killer.

Unfortunately, someone else did too. And whoever else this person was, they were determined to make sure that you didn’t find out.

“What does it say, (Y/N)?” Jughead prodded you for the millionth time today, leaning against the locker door behind you.

You focused on re-arranging the notebooks in your locker, trying not to look Jughead in the eye. If you did, you knew he would probably easily coerce you into giving him answers. “Nothing. It doesn’t say anything.”

“(Y/N)… Why won’t you tell me?” Jughead grabbed your arm pulling you away from your locker and closing it with his other hand, making you look at him. He stared into your eyes intensely, and you tucked in your lips, willing yourself not to open them, and looked down at your shoes.

Jughead knew what you were doing, and brought a finger up under your chin, making you look up at him. “(Y/N)… is someone threatening you?”

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THE TUDORS SENTENCE STARTERS.

’ You think you know a story, but you only know how it ends. ’
’ To get to the heart of the story, you have to go back to the beginning. ’
’ I cannot disguise my distress and unhappiness. ’
’ Well, you’re going to have to. ’
’ What about his legs? Are his calves strong like mine? ’
’ Some people might think so. He certainly thinks so himself. ’
’ Your Majesty… he’s French! ’
’ As a humanist I have an abhorrence of war. ’
’ It’s an activity fit only for beasts yet practiced by no kind of beasts so constantly as by man. ’
’ As a humanist I share your opinion. As a King, I’m forced to disagree. ’
’ You should know, you taught me. ’
’ Do you really think we should go to war? ’
’ I think we should try to do as the King wants us to do. ’
’ What if the King doesn’t know what’s in his best interests? ’
’ Because he endowed Universities? ’
’ That victory made him famous. It made him immortal! ’
’ There’s something deep and dangerous in you. ’
’ Those eyes of yours are like dark hooks for the soul. ’
’ You must be prepared to give him the thing you most care for. ’
’ The thing I care for most is my integrity. ’
’ Do you see that young woman over there? Dressed in purple and gold? ’
’ After all, I am merely Your Majesty’s humble servant! ’
’ That would make me very happy. ’
’ Well, do you like it? ’
’ Should I like something that accuses me of being cruel? ’
’ Am I? You have no claim on me. ’
’ I have the same claim as every other lover. ’
’ You are a poet as I am a woman. ’
’ Poets and women are always free with their hearts, are they not? ’
’ You give us no choice but to attack and breach your defenses! ’
’ No knight shall ever breach mine. ’
’ What we lack in men, we can more than make up for in ships. ’
’ We are in an island race, Cardinal. ’
’ We have the best and bravest sailors in the world. ’
’ Your highness must be looking forward with great anticipation to your wedding? ’
’ I hear the king was a great horseman… in his time. ’
’ Don’t tease me. I don’t like it. ’
’ Will you like it when an old man tries to make love to you? ’
’ Your grace goes too far. Already. ’
’ Now you are blasphemous! ’
’ Gospel says the truth will make you free. ’
’ Your Grace, we shall drop our truth into the scales… and the scales will fall. ’
’ I write poems, I don’t know how to be “a poet”. ’
’ My Lord, I don’t know what to say. ’
’ Of course I loved her, but from a distance. ’
’ I ask myself why that should be so. ’
’ Your Majesty, I’m certain he will rule in your favour. ’
’ How dare you look at me! I am your Lord and Master, not your brother! ’
’ You are both banished from court. ’
’ You will remove yourself from my sight. Do you understand? ’
’ I have yet to decide whether to make your bedmate a head shorter. ’
’ I don’t think the English people would ever forgive him! ’
’ I promise, I’ll take you as my only mistress. ’
’ I won’t have a thought or an affection for anyone else. ’
’ Look, I don’t mean he is banished forever. ’
’ I don’t mean he is banished forever. Just as long as he breathes. ’
’ You’re going away, why? ’
’ Must you go? ’
’ We little people must put our hands into the fire if invited to. ’
’ Forgive me, I spoke of things I should not. ’
’ For me, that is the true definition of love. ’
’ I have an audience with His Majesty? ’
’ Well, the King is plainly in love with you. ’
’ What would a silly girl like you have to say to a king? ’
’ How do you like your charge, sweetheart? ’
’ It is your duty to use his love to our advantage. ’
’ Diplomacy is nearly always settled by such proximity. ’
’ I do not sleep with her. Not whilst you and I are still married. ’
’ Ah! Your Excellence, allow me to introduce… ’
’ Someone told me taking infusions was the worst thing. ’
’ I didn’t see all of his game. Now I do. I despise him. ’
’ I do believe you love as well and deeply… as any man. ’
’ Your love is most generous where it is most hurtful. ’
’ Your Majesty, I beg that you yield to the King’s will. ’
’ You speak to me of chastity. ’
’ Have you not a mistress and two children, Your Eminence? ’
’ I could be seen to be acting against her conjugal rights. ’
’ You think it’s nothing, to go back to bed with your wife? ’
’ What do you think is going to happen? ’
’ Let me make certain things plain to you. ’
’ It would mean the total ruin of the kingdom. ’
’ I hear you’ve been unwell? Is it true? ’
’ Majesty, when was I ever unwell enough not to serve you? ’
’ Have you no kind things to say? ’
’ You treat me so unkindly and in public neglect me. ’
’ The weight of academic opinion is against us. ’
’ I don’t think anything, but I imagine everything. ’
’ Do you… do you have a message from the King? ’
’ You hate him like a scorpion. And why? ’
’ Madam, you should never presume… ’
’ You should not abuse the Queen’s honor with such language! ’
’ Your Majesty must forgive me… ’
’ I would rather see her hanged than acknowledge her as my mistress! ’
’ Aren’t you supposed to be running the country? ’
’ They’re all liars, hypocrites and middle-aged men. ’
’ Would you prefer them to be women? ’
’ Have I made you unhappy? ’
’ I would only be unhappy if you ever stopped loving me. ’
’ Madame, I pray you, don’t give way. ’
’ No excellency, I shall never give way. ’
’ I notice you allow yourself none of the trappings of your great office. ’
’ Now, my love, let me conceive… and we will have a son. ’
’ Can you not plead some indisposition? ’
’ And then, I should be genuinely indisposed! ’
’ It’s a pretty head in any case, and I don’t want to lose it either. ’
’ Perhaps, one day this little girl will preside over empires. ’
’ I’m not heartless, whatever some people think- quite the contrary. ’
’ I could still do it. I could find a way to poison her. ’
’ But, why should anyone ever know? ’
’ No I wouldn’t. I’d die amartyr's death. ’
’ You understand? You don’t act alone. ’
’ You’ve never even seen a man being tortured, have you? ’
’ I’m sure we both know the object that has brought us together. ’
’ Will you take the Oath? ’
Wanna Bet?

Drabble Game #23 - Jackson/Smut


“Wanna bet?”

You cursed yourself for letting those two words slip as you lie handcuffed to your bed, agonizing over the number of times Jackson brought you to the point of release only to deny you the satisfaction.

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Taking Risks

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: After a few months of fooling and sneaking around with Bucky you both agree to not celebrate Valentines Day, but when the day rolls around he just can’t help but tease you, even if it means risking the others finding out. (Loosely based off of an anon request for Bucky + the letter R from @timeforsmut‘s NSFW ABCs)

Warnings: sprinkles of smut and fluff

Word Count: 3009

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JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure starters

- suggested by Anonymous

  • “I’m willing to see our transactions through, are you, [sir]?”
  • “I’m fighting to protect my family from those that wish it harm, I doubt very much that your resolve is equal to mine”
  • “Perhaps… Perhaps the time [he] foretold has come. If this is my destiny, I accept it”
  • “Walking on water when you obviously lack proper training is quite an accomplishment”
  • “You truly are the lowest scum in history”
  • “Good grief, don’t underestimate me just because I’m a kid”
  • “I feel bad, kicking a guy when he’s down, but… Nah, I don´t feel bad about this at all. My friends and a lot of bystanders are dead because of you”
  • “Impossible? We did a lot of impossible things on this journey. I’m tired of hearing that things are impossible or useless. Those words mean nothing to us”
  • “Shoot me if you want to! But you better be prepared to face the consequences”
  • “The last thing I need right now is listening to trash like you, let alone being touched by you”
  • “You’re god damn right! Everything worked out according to the plan… From the very beginning!”
  • “I shall give you a chance. Go down two steps and I’ll let you join my side again. But if you rather die, then climb those stairs”
  • “Are you really trying to shoot me? I like you”
  • “You can’t pay back what you owe with money”
  • “What are you doing!? Unforgivable!”
  • “I..I can’t lay a finger on [him]”
  • “I’m back from hell, [name]!”
  • “Do you remember how many breads you’ve eaten in your life?”
  • “Your upbringing made you a villain, you say? It didn’t! You’ve been evil since your birth!“
  • “I reject my humanity, [name]!”
  • “I’m curious. Why would you do that? What was the purpose behind it?”
  • “You picked the wrong man to mess with, pig!”
  • “What did you say? Depending on your answer, I may have to kick your ass!”
  • “Shut the hell up! You’re so damn annoying, you bitch!”
  • “Well, you’re about to fall down to hell, sobbing the whole way down”
  • “Good grief. I can’ let a kid who likes dogs… get killed!”
  • “W-who the hell are you!? Do you think you’re going to get a away with this?!”
  • “What the hell did you just say about my hair?!”
  • “Nice watch. I’m going to break it so you can never tell time again. Your face, that is”
  • “When I have to repeat something that only needs to be said once… It means that the listener is unintelligent. I’ve told you that I don’t have money, because I’ve already paid. Please, don’t make me repeat myself a third time”
  • “You should have realized it, right? When you try to kill others, you may end up being killed yourself”
  • “You said one can kill if [he] is humiliated? You’re right. It’s important indeed. You’ve insulted the life of the old man who had nothing to do with you at all!”
  • “If you don’t start talking, the torture will keep on escalating! You’ve seen the culprit… did they tell you to stay quiet?”
  • “Only the results! This world only remembers the results!”
  • “You bastard! Are you making fun of me?!”
  • “I’ve always… cherished you”
  • “Didn’t you once say that everything should have a name?”
  • “Trying to use the same move on me twice is a big mistake!”
  • “You’re just as good at coming up with bullshit as I am!”
  • “Dare you defeat me with such lackluster legerity?!”
  • “Just a little bit… one sip couldn’t hurt.”

anonymous asked:

Hi! I was wondering if you had any fics where stiles has to choose between Derek and Scott?

Made a little list for you, enjoy!  -Emmy

Originally posted by flightoeternity

Not My Alpha by Dancing_with_Devils

(3,566 I Teen I Complete)

Forced to bite Stiles to save his life, Scott fully expects Stiles to be his most loyal beta. But things don’t always go according to plan, especially with Stiles involved.

We Fight Together We Die Together by TheRighteousMan (FullmetalFlameElric) 

(5,018 I Mature I Complete)

“What about Scott?”

“What about him?”

Deaton eyed the teen for a moment. “He’s going to need your help in all of this.”

Stiles pulled a face. “Like I needed his help when I was getting the shit beaten out of me by Gerard Argent?” he countered. “I’m not his baby sitter…”

“You need an alpha if you want to-”

“I have an alpha.”

Our Flame Flickers But We Won’t Go Out (We Build Our Futures With Our Mouths)  by RayShippouUchiha 

(12,620 I Explicit I Complete)

His hands shake when he pulls his phone out of his pocket.  It’s amazingly intact but it takes him a few tries to get the pass-code in and pull up the text screen.  He knows Stiles and Lydia are in school, but he needs them, needs his Pack, his tethers, to keep him from flying apart.

Or

Derek faces some of the ghosts of his past and finally gains some peace as he begins to build a future for himself and his Pack.  Oh and Scott arrives.

Here is the Deepest Secret Nobody Knows by owlpostagain 

(22,322 I Teen I Complete)

“Derek,” Stiles groans. “You have me. You’ve always had me, you absolute moron, how many physically impossible feats of life-saving heroics do I have to perform before you get it?”

And You Say You’re Alone by taelynhawker 

(30,314 I Explicit I Complete)

Between the kanima, the Argents, and Peter’s untimely return from the dead, everything has fallen apart. Stiles and Derek try to put their lives back together once the crisis has passed. Stiles deals with the aftermath of being tortured, and the distance growing between he and Scott. Derek attempts to become a stronger alpha and keep his pack safe, and that includes Stiles.

Will to Follow Through by owlpostagain 

(42,411 I Teen I Complete)

“It depends entirely on how you look at it, I guess,” Stiles shrugs. “On the one hand, instant healing and the apparently inherited ability to pull off leather at all times. On the other, serious attitude problems and a suspicious disappearance of eyebrows.”

“Even Derek’s?” Danny snorts, “that’s a lot of eyebrow to lose.”

“I know,” Stiles agrees. “You should see, it’s so weird. Every time I want to ask him where they go, except he’d totally eat my face off.”

“There are worse ways to die.”

The Choice by linksofmemories 

(48,410 I Mature I WIP)

It was always said that the Omega had the choice. The Omega chose their Alpha. Sure, that was great on paper, but no one ever told Stiles how many strings had to be pulled and deals had to be made behind the scenes for him to be pushed into choosing the Alpha everyone wanted him to choose.

Of course there was a choice to be made, but he definitely wasn’t the one who was supposed to make it.

Sing Sweet Sparks by RayShippouUchiha

(50,333 I Explicit I Series WIP)

Derek’s been choking on the smoke and ash of his family’s murder for years now.  It consumes every part of him, influences all that he is.  He knows that he’ll never be free of it, that nothing will ever grant him the peace he so desperately craves.

All he wants is to feel safe, to be loved and to love in return, but he knows that’s impossible.

Until, that is, he meets Stiles.

Through ups and downs, past blood and pain, Stiles slowly gives Derek exactly what he’s always desperately wanted and never believed he could have.

Comfort.  Care.  A new Pack.  And a dark, desperate kind of all consuming love.

And once Derek has all of that within his grasp?

Well he’ll burn the world to ash to keep it.

The Broken Radio is Playing Suicide by decideophobia 

(73,415 I Explicit I Complete)

Stiles only wishes they could actually be safe. They haven’t been for nine months now.

Okay but y’all that foot drawing was bad? Wait hear this guy in class write about how we should reduce problems related income inequality. 

Firstly, he connects crime with social status and explains it by saying that people don’t want to work for things but they still “want to look good and live the good life.” His solution? The government needs to start “amputating extremities for theft,” and start stoning people for crimes - oddly he uses adultery as one example of who we should be stoning. We also need to start thinking of dealing with other “extreme punishments,” to deal with crime. 

Next he referenced a video in class that showed the correlation between infant mortality and income status. Okay yeah, so naturally he took this upon himself to blame the parents for being poor. His suggestion is that parents should be required to attend educational parenting classes after pregnancy occurs and that they need to qualify for formula. 

Please let this semester end already.

No Pain-No Gain

Request:  I’m not sure if you do like one shots or stuff but I had an idea for a soulmate au where someone’s soulmate can feel there pain. Like a a person breaks their foot, their soulmate will feel it to, just not have a broken foot. Image how Clarks soulmate would react with all that stuff. I think it would be cute, but could be kinda angsty. Just an idea. Idc if you do it or not, just thought it was cool. Have a nice day.
Word Count: 9636.
Pairings: Clark Kent/Superman x Reader
WARNINGS: Lots of swearing. Mentions of: low self-esteem issues, traumas, bullying, weakness complex. Angst (personally, I don’t consider this very angsty but, you need to be warned). Also, I’m sorry for any typos since this was not edited and english is my second language.
Author’s Note: Hope this isn’t to cheesy and that you will be able to enjoy it. Also… NINE THOUSAND WORDS IN LESS THAN A WEEK?! That’s a record for me! Anyway, hope you enjoy this and that the anon who requested it isn’t disappointed.

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Yes, I totally needed three gifs of Henry Cavill. You did too, don’t deny it.


I hate my soulmate, that’s for fucking sure. I totally hate him (or her, you never knew) and I don’t give a single fuck if I haven’t met him. Also, no, I’m not exaggerating in the slightest and yes, you can hate someone you haven’t met, thank you very much (and yes, even if it’s your fucking soulmate, especially mine).

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anonymous asked:

If that person can't handle the elves being the best, defining race of the game series that's their problem. They should have never added the content for the Dwarfs and qunari fanhards to begin with. And I can't wait until BioWare makes an elf only game so you people can be forced to play one. It was torture playing Hawke. I hope theres an end game option where Solas and the elves can make them suffer for what they did to the Dalish. But of course don't post this we all know how you feel

Alrighty then. Since we have had a multitude of comments on this, we think its time to shut off anonymous for awhile.  Is it a full moon or something?  Please scroll down to read how we will be dealing with this in the future. 

And incidentally, we played all the races here at Dragon Age Confessions and we pretty much think they are all awesome in their own way and they all have strength and weaknesses in their own way.

Jared Leto x Pregnant Reader

Author’s Note; They are definitely still open, and oh my gosh, stop with the flattery!! it means too much to me! i’ve actually never done a pregnancy one before so this should be immensely interesting!!! This sucks and i’m sorry but Your wish = My command lovely @bitch-its-bigbang  <3

A resonating feeling of unease plagued the outside of your stomach and you couldn’t stop the gentle display of frustration that slid down the features of your face. The inside of your hand came into contact with the smooth fabric of your maternity shirt as the pain slowly began to subside. Contrary to how they make it look on TV and online, being pregnant wasn’t exactly a simple task in the modern world. The constant nausea, torturous breast pain, rapid gain of weight, pressure on your joints and ultimate discomfort throughout the day and night was no where near as glamorous as it was portrayed.  Perhaps it was trapped gas this time, or maybe undigested food; whatever the case, you were more bothered by your current emotions of depression to really pay the physical pain any mind. Your doctor had informed you that depression would be common given the hormonal changes, as well as the whole “getting fat” and constantly feeling “ill” thing, but although you expected it, it never ceased to be a lot to bare. Even though all these things got under your skin, the more dominating emotion of them all was loneliness, you missed him. 

Shaking your head, you giggled at yourself as the fingers on your free hand traced over the small crib that sat only a few feet away from you, decorated in teal and a few off shades of green; it was one of your favorite colors. The overall scheme of the room was perfection, and Jared being the control freak that he was, didn’t mind taking on the entire task of the furniture himself. There was a rocking chair near the crib, a changing table to your left, a shelf full of much needed things for mom and dad to take care of the baby, a small humidifier  on your right, and a half put together night stand next to that. Superman he may be, but that one stand was his kryptonite. If he’d just read the instructions rather than insisting on doing it himself, it might have been fully functional by now. 

It’s funny, here you were planning for your future, and the only thoughts that stuck to the forefront of your mind were those of the past. How long had it taken for you and Jared to get to this point? 4 months, 5; you couldn’t recall.

your swollen ankles caused you to sit in the rocking chair near by as you attempted to think about it all. It had been a grand total of 7 months since you told Jared about your little surprise and he was anything but excited at first. As mature as he was, he was not very skilled at hiding his emotions when it came to his personal life, instead, he seemed as if he were in a daze. He was so engulfed in his work and his career that it seemed as though he was avoiding you rather than helping you. A part of you couldn’t help but sympathize with him because you never really wanted children and his current avoidance of you just proved to you that he wasn’t disappointed, he was afraid. Although you both were financially stable, Jared never really had much time to himself due to travel, his work and his growing interests, but at one point in the beginning stages of your pregnancy, you had, had enough. You packed your things, searched for a hotel and even called a cab to deliver you some where other than his home. It took him 3 days to even realize you were gone, or rather, to figure out where you were. 

his voice was casual at first until he pointed his finger at you sternly. “Don’t, ever. Do that, again.” he fumed before approaching you slowly. You weren’t prepared for his hands on your skin, or the not so gentle embrace that he bestowed on you in the doorway of the hotel room. You felt like you were there for hours with him, just standing in the door way taking in his scent, listening to his breathing, and taking in his heartbeat. 

The sound of the hotel door closing alerted you both that you had been there too long, and you instantly pulled away from him. Moving to the other side of the hotel room, you slipped your hands over your growing stomach and and shrugged. “Look, ya don’t want to be a dad or whatever, and that’s fine. I’m not gonna force ya to do anything you don’t want to do. We can call it quits now, and I can just ……do this by myself.” 

his features held a tone of disapproval while the rest of his frame stood completely still in the distance. It seemed like something you said had caught his attention and although he seemed calm, you could tell there was something growing underneath the surface. his eyes flickered to you for a moment before he casually walked over to level his eyes with yours. You couldn’t describe the look he was giving you, but it seemed to be a mixture of confusion and dominancy. “You really think, for a second, that I don’t want to be in my kid’s life?” he was almost offended, and you shrugged. “Come on, it’s the 21st century. How many kids have been planned or well thought out before being brought into the world? How many fathers could care less that they had an offspring running around out there in the universe?” You questioned in an as-a-matter-a-fact tone. His eyebrows knitted together and his stared sharpened on you. “I am not your father. Just because he decided to skip out on you, doesn’t mean that everyone else in your life will.” You felt an eyebrow arch as your upper half slightly slid back in offense. Although you didn’t have much of a relationship with your father, your mother was nearly your best friend. Watching her raise you and struggle every day nearly tore you a part and the idea of having to do it with your own child frightened you. However, if he truly didn’t want to be there, you were not going to force him. He had missed the sonogram due to work, when in all actuality you believed he was just avoiding you.  Then, the first few months of the pregnancy, you had to handle nearly everything by yourself. It all felt like an immense burden on him, and with you being you, you’d never accept being a burden to anyone.  “Well what am I supposed to think, Jared? - - That you’re just gonna give up your life and your career for knitting booties and making car payments. People like you …..don’t settle for normal. What if you get bored of us? What if you decide that normal isn’t what you want? I don’t want to be the “girl you knocked up” or the “annoying baby mama” I just want….you.” You sighed flapping your hands as you spoke before finally just letting them flop down at your side with your latest confession. He frowned before nodding his head and finally being overcome by a giant bolt of laughter. It was a strange laugh; it tickled your heart and set your pulse a flame. “Why are you laughing? This…..this isn’t funny.” You stuttered and attempted to keep your composure even though his laughter was contagious. 

 you weren’t prepared for his hand to capture yours and slowly his thumb ran over the delicate skin on the back of your hand. “Because…..how many times do I have to tell you that you’re more than that? I’m 45 years old, and I don’t believe in baby mama’s. If you’re having a child by me, you’re mine. Period. We didn’t plan this, but it’s not an accident, and you’re definitely not in this by yourself.” You scoffed. “Do you have any idea how I felt, coming home and you had just disappeared? Did you think I’d be pleased? Did you think I wouldn’t care? After all this time, what kind of man did you think you were dealing with?” his questions were coated in offense and you knew whole heartedly that he was hurt, but it was never your intention. “You’re Jared Leto, oh 30 seconds to mars, method actor, king of the Gods. I don’t know what I expected, but I definitely didn’t expect you to come here.” You admit, and his shoulders slide back in response. “Do you love me?” He asked simply and you narrowed your eyes. “That a joke?” You questioned and he frowned. “I expect an answer.” he demanded and you smiled. “No, I just willing put myself through getting fat, achy, gross and being extremely unfuckable for you because you’ve got good skin.” You answer sarcastically. 

his face grew more serious now, but his hand still kept a hold of yours firmly. his eyes captured yours in a grip so strong that you could have sworn that he hypnotized you. “Do you even know what love is? Do you know what it feels like to love someone so much and not be able to touch them, or look at them or talk to them as much as you want to because you’re so busy working? You don’t think I miss you, or think about you all the time? Do you know how hard it is to focus on work knowing that you’re here, alone, roaming around this big house …..without me? You could go into labor at any moment and I could moss everything. You don’t think that hurts me? Then you pack your shit and just…..disappear….” Although his hand remained on yours his free hand motioned in front of him as he spoke and illustrated his true feelings and you couldn’t help but suddenly feel your mood decline at the thought. “I wasn’t….trying to hurt you I…..just felt like you didn’t ….want me.” you admitted and he tilted his head to the side. “That’ll never happen.” he reassured. “I’m sorry, for leaving….” he shrugged. “You got a really good hotel room, bright side. Maybe you could plan the vacations from now on?” 

You were shaken from your thoughts by the sound of the room door closing and you hadn’t realized it before but you had dozed off. You wanted to open your eyes when you smelled the cologne of your love, but you were so tired that you simply sat there with your eyes closed. His feet shuffled closer and closer to you and you assumed he’d just throw a blanket over you and leave you there but instead you felt a strange heat near your body. Was he watching you, sleep? That’s …..not strange at all. Sure, stare at the fat girl while she’s trying to catch some z’s, super polite. You nearly laughed at your thoughts concerning yourself but instead you used what little energy you hand to reach up and brush a piece of your hair behind your ear. “I was….just…” he trailed off before you opened your eyes to stare at him absently. his arm was slightly extended in the direction of your stomach and you wrinkled your eyebrows slightly. “Did you….want to feel it?” You questioned. He had never touched your stomach before, not really, and the idea that he wanted to only made you smile. 

he was hesitant at first, almost scared that if he laid a hand on it, it would break or shatter, but you smiled to reassure him. “Can I?” He asked politely and you pushed your lips together. “Well….you put it in there, ya might as well.” You joked and he smiled. His hand rested on the outside of your stomach softly and you couldn’t stop the small chuckle that left your lips. It must have woken the baby because you felt her shift slightly inside. “Wow….” he trailed off staring down at your stomach as if he were inside his own little world. “Wanna….help me lay down?” You asked needing a little help to get to the bedroom. “Yeah….” he mumbled with his hand still connected to your stomach. “J….” you insisted and he laughed. “Ok.” He shifted in front of you before offering his hand for you to stand. It didn’t take too long to get you to the bedroom and down onto the sheets especially since your energy level wasn’t as vibrant as it usually was. His chest was against your back faster than you knew it and you frowned. “Don’t you have plans to go hiking today, what are you doing here?” You questioned and a strange sound resonated through his chest. “I can go tomorrow, I wanna nap with you.” He answered ,and you smiled against the pillow. You turned to face him only to have his fingers twirl the end of a few strands of your hair. Your index finger poked at his lips softly and you smiled. “You still growing this?” You asked referring to the caveman project of a beard attached to his face. He wrinkled his eyes as if to say “yeah” and you laughed. You two stayed that way for a while, but you knew you went to sleep long before him because you could still feel his eyes on your skin as you slept. 

You were dragged away from your comfort by a pain in your stomach so sudden that you jumped up from your sleeping position to rest your hand on your stomach. A glance over to Jared and he was completely asleep, and you couldn’t remember the last time you saw him that way. Your hand absently reached for him but you pulled away when the pain repeated. Something felt wrong, but you didn’t want to be dramatic about it. You stood from the bed and headed towards the bathroom, but the immense water that poured from your lower regions alerted you that you didn’t have as much time as you thought you did. “J….” you trailed off looking towards the bed, only for Jared to move slightly and turn over. “J!” you all but yelled only to have him pop up from his position on the bed and look at you confused. “What’s wrong?” he questioned. “We gotta go…” you stated looking down at your wet clothes. 

He came to life in only a matter of seconds, grabbing over night bags, clothes, keys, covers, pillow, and even photos. “Why are you grabbing photo albums and the camera?!” you questioned growing aggravated and he shrugged “So we can take pictures…” he trailed off and you pointed to the phone “Phones have cameras Jared, they also have numbers to call people so you don’t know a photo album, what the fuck?” His shoulders pulled back in offense again, but you couldn’t help it. “Careful.” he urged. “Let’s go!” you yelled. 

The hospital wasn’t too far away, but the delivery seemed as though it lasted longer than you were prepared for. You couldn’t figure out which part was worse; the pain or the constant yelling of the word “push.” It was currently your least favorite word at this point. Jared never left your side throughout the delivery and the small promises he whispered in your ear were nearly forgotten as you finally stared into the eyes of the one you had been dying to meet. 

she, was beautiful. 
“What…..should we name her?” he asked looking down at you and slightly tilting her to your view. Your mouth gaped open slightly, seeing them both stand there so perfect, and the realization that you hadn’t thought of a name for her sank in quickly. “Umm….” you answered slowly before he smiled at you. “Constance, her name is Constance.” you finally answered before he could speak. His eyes landed on your with an emotion you had never seen before, but it oozed approval. “Yeah…Constance.” he said gentle while gazing down at her, it was perfect, but you couldn’t stay awake long enough to enjoy it.  

To kill a Winchester

Characters: sister!reader, brother!Dean, brother!Sam, Mary

Warnings: angst, swearing, blood

Word count: 2225

Summary: when you, your brothers and their mom are kidnapped by a demon, he says he wants to kill one of the Winchesters, but how will he determine who to choose?

The cold air hit your skin as you awoke. You couldn’t see a damn thing, the demon had thrown a bag over your head the second he knocked you out and dragged you to the old warehouse.

You moaned as he pulled it off, you noticed both of your brothers had been kidnapped too along with Mary. They gave you a quick look to make sure you were ok and you looked back at all of them and checked over them for any injuries. You were sat around in a square, all tied to chairs.

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Loving can hurt

Kol x Reader

(NOT MY GIF)

Synopsis: Mystic Falls’ crew kidnaps you intending to kill Kol, then he comes to rescue you and a few things happen.

Word count: 1658

“Elena, I am sorry, but I am not going to help you, or anyone, to kill him!”

“For God’s sake, Y/N!” She yelled, frustrated. “He is an awful, merciless, crazy maniac! How come you are letting him live? Have you forgotten how much pain he has put you through?”

You gulped, not having a real clever answer in your mind. Of course Elena was right, Kol Mikaelson was a synonym for trouble and you really was out of mind to step up and defend him. But you had developed a friendship with him and got to know a side of him no one could even imagine. The thought of somebody hurting him made you physically ill.

“I know that, Elena.”

“So?”

“I am still not joining this messed up plan.”

Bonnie, who was quiet all this time, just listening, stood up and glanced over you, as if she was trying to understand what exactly you had in mind. “Sorry, Bonbon, it is not exactly an easy task.”, you thought, almost laughing at your tragical life. She opened her mouth and closed right after. It took a few tries before Bonnie actually spoke:

“You sentencing Jeremy to death.”

“I am not! I can talk to Kol, even to Klaus, get them to…”

“Well, if you are so popular with the Mikaelsons, how about we use you to drawn them here?” Damon said, sarcastically, coming out through the kitchen door. “I mean, you are not willingly helping us, but it will do the trick just the same.”

You wided your eyes, actually scared they might use that to get what they want. Of course, complete the Hunter’s mark and find the bloody cure to Elena would make them do anything.

“Come on, Damon, you do not have to do this.”

“Are you helping us, then?”

“I need some air, a little time to think about it.”

“Unfortunately we do not have time.” You heard Stefan say.

Sunddenly, you felt an aching pain in your head and fell, not being able to stand due the dizziness. It took no more than five minutes for you to lose your consciouness.

[Later that day]

“Can somebody think?” You heard, vaguely. “Y/N is about to wake up and Kol is not here yet.”

Your head still hurt a little, perks of being a human. Not an ordinary one, since you discovered, a few weeks ago, you belonged, or should, anyway, to pack of wolves from the North East Atlantic. That’s why Niklaus Mikaelson took so much interest on you and pulled you into his family business.

After all the Mikaelsons were freed from their long sleep, also known as being daggered by their half brother, you met the one who stole your heart: Kol Mikaelson. He looked so… Unique. Of course your relationship had a rocky start, as he tried to drink from you, tortured you and would have killed you if Klaus had not stopped. The whole thing made you hate him for awhile and plot a revenge, helping your friends to get information.

“So, we text or call?”

“We should wait until she’s awake. It would be way more dramatic.”

You tried to focus on their voices, to tell them apart and know who the hell was talking.

“Damon, I already feel bad enough to be doing this to her, she does not deserve it. Y/N is my friend, our friend. This whole thing is not fair!”

“Elena, she chose a maniac over you. Keep that in mind.”

“I have to agree with Damon on this. It hurts me too, but we have to do it.”

“Bonnie…”

Now you were fully awake and aware of what was going on. Your hands were tied up and you were standing, limp. Only a small candle enlightened the room, providing a fuzzy image. You had to find a way to prevent the disaster that was about to happened. Because if they did not kill Kol, which was already a bad thing, he would go nuts and go on a killing spree, not letting any of your friends alive to tell the story. You knew what he was capable of. 

You started moving, just for them to realise you were awake.

“Perfect timing, sweetheart!”

“Damon… All of you! Do not mess with this family, because if you kill one of them, his siblings will not rest until you are dead.”

“Blah, Blah, Blah.”

“I mean it!”

“Can somebody just call the bastard?”

You twitched, trying to free yourself from the ropes. Of course, it was useless. In times like these you really wished you were a wolf and not this pathetic little weak human.

You let out a sigh.

“I promise I will let you out as soon as this is over.” Elena whispered. “I am sorry you are caught in the middle of this.”

“Elena… Listen to me, please.” You asked, almost begging. “Kol can be a nice person, if he wants. However, he is also a wicked son of a bitch who will kill anyone that gets in his way.”

“Tell me again why you are friends with him?”

“It’s complicated.”

You lowered you head, not quite wanting to reply that question. Being around him was hard and messy. It pulled you to Kol even more, though.

Both Stefan and Damon walked towards you and Elena, the latter grinning and holding a phone in his hand. You did not know what was so complicated for them to understand, however, it was already too late for that.

Y/N, why are you calling me? Something happened, love?” Kol’s voice sounded preoccupied.

“Not quite, honey.” Damon smirked, replying. “But if I were you, I’d hurry. Things are about to get wild.”

He hung up.

“Now we should get prepared.”

“Let me go, now!” You cried. “You got what you wanted.”

“We will do that… After he is dead.”

“Damon, you are so freaking annoying!”

Then they left, leaving you all alone in the dark cold cell.

Shit!

[A few minutes later]

You heard a thud upstairs and instantaneously got worried. One more time you tried to free your wrists, using all the strength you got on your bones. Push after push, nothing worked.

Where is she?” Kol screamed and you heard another thud. “Let her out. GIVE HER BACK TO ME!

“Oh damn it!” You cursed, angry with all of that.

“Y/N/N?”

“Caroline? I didn’t know you were here.”

“Listen to me, we don’t have time. Are you sure you can control Kol?”

“What have he done?”

“Just answer me!”

“Yeah, I can talk him out of killing everyone.”

“Then come.”

She was not very kind when she pulled the rope, making you stumble and almost hit the floor, since your legs were still weak from the time you spent hanging. You walked slowly and she offered to carry you, if it would make things faster.

The minute you arrived at the living room, you realised why they needed you up there. Kol had his hands right at Elena’s neck and one very close to her heart. He would kill her without blinking.

Fuck, you hated being the reason to all of this.

“Please, stop!”, you said, your eyes watering. “I am here, Kol, you don’t have to hurt anybody else.”

As he heard you, the Mikaelson loose the tightened grip around the older Gilbert. She ran away from him and hid under Damon’s arms, obviously scared. 

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, they wouldn’t hurt me.”

“I was just so worried about you.”

He pulled you into his embrace, where you went without complaining. It felt so good to be close to him. Smell his glorious scent, hear him breathing. The whole package. You almost forgot there were other people watching you hugging.

“Now you”, Kol suddenly spoke, looking at your friends. “Tell me, why you needed me here?” 

“We wanted to complete the mark. Killing you was the best cheat we got.” Damon replied.

“Funny, I guess you know that if anyone manages to kill me… My sireline dies whithin.” He stated. “Also, you all could be sired to me.”

“We are all sired to Klaus.”

“Well, mate, you can never be really sure of that.” He let out a devilish smile. “Anyway, I should get going.”

Before you and him left, Kol, in a minimum amount of time, grabbed Damon by his neck and lifted him up.

“If you ever touch her again, you will not live to tell.”

Kol then smiled and let him go, walking to you and holding your hand, after he got close enough.

Outside, it was a windy, and the moon shone vividly. A perfect ending to a very nasty day. For second you thought somebody would end up dead. And now… All you wanted to do was kiss your friend and say it would have hurt the hell out of you if he died.

Kol stopped and gave you an intense look, one that made you shudder out of pleasure. It was a mixture of feelings you did not care to understand completely.

“I love you.”

You froze.

“You w-what?”

“I love you, Y/N Y/L/N.”

You bit your lower lip and he watched, a grin on his face.

“Well… I guess… Hum… I love you too.”

“Took you long enough to say it, love.”

You giggled.

He cupped your cheeks, leaning to kiss you, which he did, very carefully. His lips were wonderful and the couple of seconds it lasted, it was great. Gosh, you felt like jumping and laughing.

He smiled against your mouth.

“I guess we should get going. Nik will not be pleased to know the events of this afternoon.”

“Tell me about it!”

“You handle him.”

“Are you crazy?”

You laughed, as he placed a hand on your waist, getting you even closer to him. You could not help but think that was perfect. Not just the moment. Everything.

All perfect.

Like it should be.

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[From Chyler Leigh]

About a year ago I was swimming with my kids in our pool and noticed Anni (my now 7 year old) staring at me as I toweled off. She had a puzzled look about her as she approached me, wrinkling her nose. She reached her hand out and ran her fingers across the side of my waist and asked where I got all my stripes. The question kind of caught me a little off guard. I had almost forgotten they were there. But her eyes were so honest and her question sincere that I took the opportunity to explain.

I told her they’re stretch marks and that lot of Mommies get them when they’re pregnant because as the baby grows, the Mommy’s tummy and hips grow, too.

I think her little radar went off and she could sense a flash of my momentary insecurity. What she said next was magical. She reached out and touched all the stretch marks and said to me…

—“MOMMY, YOU NEED TO KNOW”.
She paushes for a moment and I return the question.
—“NEED TO KNOW WHAT?”
I asked.
—“YOU NEED TO KNOW, MOMMY, THAT YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. EVEN WITH YOUR STRIPES.”
And with that, she hugged me tight and jumped back into the pool.

That brief exchange still resonates with me. I forget sometimes how important it is to take a moment to check myself, for clarity’s sake. It’s so easy for me to get hung up on my selfdiagnosed negatives. And here’s my little girl who loves me, all of me, unconditionally, telling me I’m beautiful just the way I am.

This is the message I missed out on as a child. I started modeling at 12 years old. Not something that my younger self wanted but rather, something my mother wanted me to do. In my case, the majority of comments I received about my appearance were filled with criticism, not acceptance. So, I’ve grown up in a world of approval seeking for a very long time. There were countless times I stood in line for hours waiting for my turn with casting agents only to be stared at, told to spin around, and spoken out loud about, saying I wasn’t thin enough, pretty enough, tall enough, this enough or that enough. Play that on repeat in your mind at such a young age and you absolutely begin to believe it for yourself.

I felt uncomfortable and ashamed about my body. I didn’t like who I was, especially in those few awkward years around 12. So in an effort to remedy the issue, my mother gave me fat burning pills. Perhaps in her own mind, she felt like this was going to help me gain back my self esteem by looking how I was “supposed to”, but after a few weeks of taking this supplement with no success, I felt it was taking too long and the pressure to be perfect was overwhelming. So one morning, I tried to take more than recommended and was nearly sent to the hospital.

Pressure for women to look a certain way, to be somebody else is undeniable. And a large part of that is due to the media designing and manufacturing women to have the “right” look. I certainly fell victim to that. It’s so hard not to when you are in your early teens and seemingly rejected because of what makes you unique; and what should be celebrated, is in turn deemed a flaw. So I ate very little, enough to keep up energy, partied hard, and constantly competed with a very thin friend of mine (who was already 4 inches shorter than me) to see who could get skinnier. Well, at almost 5’7” tall and weighing in at 103 pounds, I was definitely headed down a dark road of deception and destruction. I was ill of body and of spirit.

So yes, I know firsthand what it’s like to be pressured into being thinner than you should and/or need to be. I know what it’s like to stand in front of the mirror every morning and check the space (or lack thereof) in between your thighs. I know what it feels like when you can’t fit into the smaller size jeans. And I know what it’s like to have stripes all over.

It’s been a long, and in many cases, torturous journey for me and, truth be told, one that tries to rear it’s ugly head now and then. But I can tell you that personally, becoming a mother has brought me to a deeper place of understanding about what true beauty looks like. I can look into my little girls’ eyes and confidently say that your beauty, your authenticity is reflected in the way you see and love yourself. I can say that because they look at me and say the same.

I can’t shield them from criticism, can’t be with them all the time. I wish I could. But if they can take that seed of truth and plant it deep within their hearts I, as their mom, have helped them break the chains of self-sabotage and encouraged them to freely blossom into the magnificent beauties they are. Friends, that message doesn’t just stop with the younger generations. It begins with you, where you stand right now. If your turnaround can be expedited by the power of belief, or your assurance of who you are can be confirmed by the way you walk, you will see yourself as the grace-given, grace-filled masterpiece that you are. It comes from a place of clarity and a renewed perspective, despite how difficult it seems. You are wonderful, you are worthy of respect and praise, you are deserving of love and yes, you are unique. Start with yourself and know…

YOUR stripes are beautiful

—C.L.

More Kylo Musings

I’ve been pondering some things (as I do) about Kylo, the more spoilers we get and the more meta is published. There are two things I’d like to discuss.

The first, is Han’s death. As a die hard Han Solo fan, since the age of 7!!! (now 46) no one in my circle was as shocked and grieved about his death as me. Star Wars wouldn’t have been Star Wars without Han, and that light is now gone from our midst. It was like a body slam to me, and because of that I couldn’t even appreciate the rest of the film (Kylo and Rey’s duel) because of it. It wasn’t until I got the DVD that I was able to go back and watch (repeatedly) the battle to cement my Reylo conclusions. But back to Han. As a beloved character in cinematic history, killing him off was a major risk for the franchise’s fans. And at the hands of his own son, no less. That is like, some heavy stuff. So I am absolutely certain that the risk they took was for GOOD; to show the power of love and redemption. We already know through both the novel and the movie that Han forgave Ben. The novel says not only did he forgive him, but that he hoped one day Ben could forgive HIM. He knew he failed his son. His actions as an adult were the result of a tortured childhood. In retrospect, as much as I love Han, he was always a bit selfish. The entirety of Star Wars was him trying to get away from the fight he knew he should help out in, even being scolded by Chewie for not pitching in and helping. I know he loved Leia, and I am sure he loved his son. But his eyes were always on the skies with one foot out the door. Having a Force strong son who probably was nothing like him, coupled with Snoke being in his head and tormenting him, no doubt made the already flightly Han Solo even more itchy to bolt. While the Princess and the Smuggler were in love, they were not able to co-exist together unless it was under the blanket of war. Neither were to blame for that, but when you have a child, you have to put them first. Obviously, neither could. So yeah, I DO blame Han for not being stronger for his son, and for taking the easy way out by leaving. That guilt displayed itself on Takodana when he saw Ben carrying Rey to his shuttle, and when he called to him on Star Killer. His eyes full of tears of regret and anger at failing his son, and facing what his son had become as a result of it. No, I don’t think Han is TOTALLY to blame. But if a parent doesn’t do their job, you can’t very well blame the child.  The movie depicts him tenderly placing his palm against his son’s cheek, for the last time. A lifetime of regret and apologies was in that touch. The writers didn’t want our last view of Han to be hating his son. That would show that his death was in vain, and no peace would ensue. Han made his peace with his decision to walk out on that catwalk. And he absolved his son of the sin of patricide, even as he was dying. So for that reason alone, we are led to believe that forgiveness was granted.

The second thing I keep coming back to concerns Rey. JJ Abrams said they’ve never met. At least, not physically. We know that Rey had a vision of Kylo. But has Kylo had a vison of Rey, offscreen? And his words, IT IS YOU - is that merely him pointing out the awakening in the Force he felt was Rey, or is it something else? I love how they are keeping mum about any Kylo/Rey connections. It makes me hope some shocking revelation is coming and I can’t wait. There has been a lot of love at first sight theories going on, and I agree. At least on Kylo’s part. He is clearly not prepared for her, and probably didn’t even realize how much she would affect him. I know much has been speculated about his prior history with women, and I have to believe he is totally ignorant in that respect. Adam called Kylo a religious fanatic, like a dark Monk. While the Darkside no doubt allows indulging your baser instincts, I seriously doubt Kylo had any sexual activity with anyone. I think he’d been so consumed with anger and his ‘duties’. Besides, before that he was a Jedi, and it was forbidden to form attachments. So here comes this young woman, pretty and strong into his midst. Unlike any woman he’s known, and she has the Force. Could you imagine his mindset in that forest, the desperation to keep her close? How long had it been since anyone touched his soul like that, or shared his thoughts? If he was 'innocent’, as I think, how long since a woman had looked upon him with any real emotion? Of course, in Rey’s case it was revulsion, but there is a thin line between love and hate. He begged her to allow him to train her. And I believe he was sincere. He wanted to be understood. He could have killed her a dozen times, but he didn’t. I believe he knows he’s found a kindred spirit in her, and killing her would kill the last bit of light inside of him. He needs her, like he’s never needed anything. And that disturbs and confuses him even more.

Sure, as a Reylo shipper I want them to go the distance. I’m dying to see them fall in love, and I’m dying to see Kylo redeemed. But it’s out of my hands. So I’ll just have to speculate and hope. But I can’t see why these events would be set in motion, if not for that to happen.

Request List

✔️Clubs and Blood–Jerome smut? where he gets incredibly jealous where it gets to the point where he kills the guy right in front of you thats been flirting with you all night? and then ends with angry passionate s m u t ?

✔️Laughter is the best medicine–jerome fluff where the reader was held hostage and jerome saves her but shes hurt and he cares for her and is just super over protective? thank you so much and love your imagines!

✔️Number one fan–Can you do one where the reader is the number one crime boss/villain and Jerome admires her so much that he follows them around until he gets caught. Maybe they become partners, he gets jealous and stuff, and it has a pretty happy ending.

✔️Breaking out my baby–Imagine where the reader gets thrown in Arkham when Jerome is killed,since she was crying over his dead body and Jim saw this as an opportunity to arrest her.So when Jerome returns he goes to save her,finding her completely insane from being tortured

Jelly beans–Could you please do a fanfic where Jerome gets Jealous or one where he meets the reader in Arkham? Thank you! You’re a great reader! I look forward to reading more of your work soon! :)

Sticks and Stones? Staples and Thrones- You should do one where Jerome meets Harley for the first time after being all cut up. (Yet he’s somehow still beautiful!!) And he takes an immediate liking to her because she’s totally bad ass and doesn’t care about his scars? The rest is your imagination, I guess.

Don’t be so stupid–Could you do a rough kinky Jerome smut

Perfectly plump–Hi can you write something where Jerome reacts to someone making a rude comment about the readers weight? Thanks XxX

Lost and found–Could you do a Jerome imagine where he finds the reader after coming back to life

Monkey see monkey do–Jerome with a little kid who likes to mimick him and wants to be just like him? Murdering and all? It can be whenever in the time line

I’m the boss–I was thinking of a jerome x reader. Like maybe you’re part of the Maniax with him and you get in an argument with him during a job that gets a little rough. Maybe he pushes you against a wall or something? Maybe an “i’ll deal with you later” and so on and so forth.

Eye catching–I need me some Jerome circus imagine in my life!!! Maybe you could do one were the reader is into 80’s/90’s fashion and rocks it?. She’s blonde and loves clowns and freaky shit so when they bump into each other in Gotham’s carnival they’re both instantly stunned!? They could be super flirtatious and both as bad as one another. (P.S if you make the reader British I’ll love you for life

Has anyone seen my Harley?!–Could I get a Jerome fic? Him and Harley were already an established relationship and she was there with him the night he died, after he kills Dwight he goes to find her!! I need total worship of his face please :)) You can have whatever you want to happen just as long as they reunite.

Sweetie pie–Okay so Jerome always seems to have a sort of narcissistic additude right? What if there was a girl he’d known his whole life who he had on a pedestal? Like do no wrong, maybe even wanting the cult to worship her instead.

You wish!–Hi can you do an image of Jerome X Reader where everyone knows that the reader belongs to Jerome even after death so when Dwight tried to become Jerome he takes the reader and she keeps fighting him and saying things like he will never be Jerome so Dwight hits her on live t.v. causing Jerome to become furious and he saves the reader in the end.

King and Queen–Reader met him when he was in circus and both are crazy (XD) in love with each other. And have plans to be King and Queen of Gotham city. When Jerome is in Arkham he misses her so much. One day he find Queen of hearts card under his plate..and then Queen’s and hers entourage most epic and badass arrival in history.
I have end in my mind, but don’t want to tie you with to many details. So you have free hand, I guess. Just some mad fluff.

Sweet little monster–Jerome with a little kid who likes to mimick him and wants to be just like him? Murdering and all? It can be whenever in the time line

Have you learned nothing?!–Can you do an imagine where The reader is Jeromes ex and he finds them after they went on a date with another man and it turns into jealous smut?

Good Cop Bad Cop–Maybe Jerome could have a thing for, or be in love with, Jim Gordon’s fiancé or girlfriend before he died?And she finds reawakened Jerome instead of Lee?

Triangles–Can you do a imagine or headcanon where everyone likes the reader, as in they’re all cool with her & got her back, so when they find out she’s in a polyamorous relationship with Edward & Jerome (let’s pretend that Penguin isn’t head over heels for Ed ) they getting really upset cus shes basically everyone’s little sister & its just a bunch of funny dramatic fluff mess 😂😂😂 Also your work is awesome❤❤

Lookie here!–Hi I was wondering if you could do a Jerome imagine where he meets the reader at Arkham is always trying to her attention

Innocence is Pure–Do you think you could please make a fluffy imagine where the reader is not into the whole, “murder yay” thing (I guess you can say she’s a bit innocent), so Jerome is a bit sensitive/careful around her? Idk, something different than when the reader is a bad girl.

Now that’s interesting–I love your blog and you’re writing can I request a Jerome Smut where he’s just been bought back to life and he comes to find and sees your dating some one else and gets jealous . So he shows you who you belong to

Nice Effects!–Can I request an imagine where Jerome is back from the dead and on the hunt for his face when he meets reader and she points him to Dwight and when Jerome finally gets his face and puts it back on they can kiss and have some naughty times lol?


The best people are–reader being a normal teen girl and then being crazy and then being a maniac and then being jerome’s girlfriend or something, i can’t be more clear XD

Small but violent–could I maybe get a fic where Jerome is just wandering the streets to just cause chaos, and sees the reader and decides to mess with her. but he seriously underestimates what they’re capable of and he likes her dark side. I hope that makes sense and I gotta say I love your work. Makes my day.

Chicken noodle soup–Can you do a request with Jerome where he comes home “after work” to a sick gf and they just have a cuddly moment wrapped up in the covers and just fluff

Red as blood–Jerome request His not-so-sane plans for valentine’s day? Humorous yet smutty, maybe x

Familiar– Can I request an imagine where the reader and Jerome both come back from the dead and don’t remember each other. But then Jerome remembers the reader after a near death experience

Armed and ready–Could you do a Jerome smut where he is in a relationship with s crazy evil girl y/n and he basically gets arrested and then y/n bursts into the prison covered in weapons and saves him then they have rough sex with a lot of biting from Jerome


Entertainment–can you please make an imagine where the reader is like the hottest stripper at the club and jerome notice how good she looks and can’t stop looking at her so he take her to his place and they well you know. Thank you!!


Roof tops and dark ally ways–Can I have an imagine where Jerome stalks

Who even likes sticks?–Can I have an imagine where I’m curvy and Jerome has a crush