or remotely close to being good

Theories (Peter Quill)

Pairing: Peter Quill x OC

Warnings: None…tiny, tiny spoiler for Vol. 2

A/N: This might be complete crap, but I desperately needed to write some Quill. I hammered this out earlier this morning and just did a quick edit, no rewriting. But hopefully it’s post worthy! I think a second part is in order? xD

PART TWO HERE


Originally posted by despairingfever

The sound of bickering voices drifted back from the cockpit, making me roll my eyes. I lowered the manuscript I was flipping through.

“Will you two morons cut it out already?” I hollered. I waited a beat, but the arguing went on. Probably hadn’t even heard me. Anyways, it wasn’t my job to break up the idiotic pissing contest that went on between Rocket and anyone he met. Or at the moment, Drax.

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Gentle

Steve x reader 

Notes: Smut, fluff, swearing, just smutty rly. 

A/N: Steve x reader. I know, right? Didn’t know I had it in me (that sounds wrong. So, so wrong), but here we are. And lets be honest. The man is fucking adorable. And.. ever seen him in a suit? Hot damn. Enjoy! x

Originally posted by music-is-love-4ever

“Can’t sleep?”

You looked up from the files in your lap and smiled, Steve stood next to the couch, holding out a mug to you with a similar smile on his lips.

“Never” you answered, only half-joking and took the mug from him with a soft ‘thanks’. “Why are you up, Cap? Don’t you have an early training session with Sam tomorrow?”

Steve shrugged, “Yeah, I do..” he took a deep breath but didn’t seem to let the air go when he spoke, “but sometimes I just can’t get my brain to shut off. And my mom used to say that a bed is for sleeping, not thinking”

You chuckled softly, “Meaning?”

Steve shot you a lopsided smile, “Meaning, if you can’t catch sleep because you’re thinking too much, get out of bed for a while and try again later”

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Poe Dameron x Reader

Title: On Falling and Flying / AO3
Length: 7k
Rating: T for language
Summary: Pilot Reader has been transferred to D'Qar with high praise from General Organa for her flight skills. And Poe is eager to get her to prove it. But she tries her best to ignore his teasing, certain that he’s only jealous. She has no interest in taking away his precious title as best pilot in the Resistance. But when Reader crashes and almost gets herself killed, she glimpses a side of Poe she hasn’t seen before and she realizes she was wrong about him all along.
Masterlist / WIP List

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I don’t want to see any more arguments about who “started Stonewall” as if it decides who is most important in gay rights today, globally.

Maybe this is just me but trying to decide who “started” gay rights by throwing the first brick at a cop is like making someone king for pulling a stone out of a rock and ignoring that the legend happened because of historical wars or blaming a multi-year war that happened in the Mediterranean on some dingus chucking an apple at the wrong goddess.

Stonewall is a great rallying point for gay people in the United States. But it didn’t start gay rights, it didn’t finish them, and it sure wasn’t a coronation ceremony. It is not even remotely close to being all of gay history. There could have not been a single woman there–would that mean that lesbians had no place at the forefront of the movement?

Furthermore, Stonewall happened nearly fifty years ago. Things have changed. Who is doing good now? Like… I appreciate my foremothers, but my mom told me something important: people should raise their kids to be better than they are, smarter, kinder, less prejudiced. And if any one of those people at Stonewall holding a brick heard those who believe themselves to be their children spewing the homophobia they do at lesbians they would be ashamed of you.

I’d rather hang out with a bunch of cop-kicking drag queens than those who pretend to idolize them but use them as a way to excuse their homophobia. Honestly, it’s like when Paul Ryan said his favorite band was Rage Against the Machine.

some angsty pupcake modern au headcanons bc me and @sapphicdelias enjoy making each other cry late at night, apparently 


 - protective patsy. all the protective patsy. someone so much as looks at delia or their kid wrong? she’s ready to smack a bitch 

 - patsy being almost ridiculously affectionate with their kid because she knows what it’s like to grow up without that 

 - their child is injured and needs hospital treatment and patsy just stares at the wall blankly in fear, delia sits quietly next to her until they’re given the all clear and finally patsy can breathe again 

 - teenage pupcake child asking why she cares so much about being so involved and patsy cracks and tells them everything. delia spends the majority of that night comforting her 

 - they spend full hours with pregnant delia lying on the couch with patsy tucked behind her, mainly because patsy has her arms around her stomach whenever and wherever possible 

 - patsy insists on foot rubs and back massages whenever delia shows even the slightest twinge of discomfort 

 - pregnant delia complaining about how she feels ugly/overweight, leading to patsy dedicating time every day to painting her toenails or her or braiding her hair, anything she can do that delia is just too tired for 

 - delia getting annoyed at patsy sometimes but lets her continue as she knows where the protectiveness stems from and knows that it’s all coming from a place of love and a desire to help 

 - patsy being initially terrified of parenthood (”i’m not exactly an emotional person, delia. what if that’s too closed off and i can’t access it enough to be a good mother?”) and delia just holding her and listing hundreds upon hundreds of reasons and examples of why patsy has nothing to worry about 

 - phyllis delivers the baby. don’t even try us on this one 

 - delia first telling patsy she successfully conceived and patsy just hugging her and crying because she can’t remotely find the words to express how happy she is 

 - patsy just sitting there in shock when she first hears her baby because, finally, she has everything she’s ever dreamed of and things feel like they’re all going to be okay 

 - patsy seeing the ultrasound and feeling so emotionally exhilarated that she spends the rest of the scan on the bed with delia 

 - patsy wanting to tell her family how happy she is but knowing she can’t - delia often waking up in the middle of the night to find patsy not in bed, going downstairs, and finding her curled up on the couch with a picture of her and her family from when she was younger 

 - on these occasions delia just silently sits/lies next to her until she can coax her back to bed 

 - delia convincing patsy to consider therapy for her ptsd and supporting her throughout the entire process, thankful that she’s beginning to learn how to deal with her emotions in a healthy way 

 - one day their kid offhandedly mentions that they can’t imagine life without their parents and patsy initially responding with her usual smile but later delia spends the whole night holding her while she cries, though whether out of sadness for herself or relief that their child has both of them, she isn’t quite sure

anonymous asked:

The first time I played Inquisition and met Sera (not knowing anything about the process behind creating her) I INSTANTLY knew she was written by a straight man. There's something so off about the way she speaks about women, and it's not to do with crudeness or anything like that, I just feel as though a chunk of her dialogue about f/f sex doesn't flow naturally. It just screams "crude man explaining wlw" rather than "crude lesbian explaining wlw”. Not sure if others felt/feel this way too?

I knew she was being written by a straight man before Inquisition, I just didn’t know she was being written by THAT straight man. I could absolutely tell immediately though who her writer was after I got to Skyhold and her more in-depth/long dialogue started.

Which I can’t speak for everyone else, but I thought it screamed “man explaining wlw” too. Her character for me feels like a lesbian written for men, especially when she separates herself from the other women in Inquisition (not entirely, but enough to not be close to ANY of them). The only exception being the vague Dagna romance, but that’s not even a direct, visible relationship/interaction.

It feels like she ends up being “one of the boys”, but like not in a good way? If that makes any remote sense.

Thoughts on: the Oblivion Crisis in High Rock

The Oblivion Crisis in High Rock was something of a contradiction. There was widespread destruction and loss of life, yes, but there were also some extremely successful campaigns against the Daedric hordes and regions that came out from the crisis in a better shape than they entered it.


First, the bad:

High Rock is a densely populated province. In addition to the usual damage caused by a gate opening up outside (or inside) a population center, many cities suffered riots, bouts of famine, and outbreaks of disease as peasants from the surrounding countryside fled their farms and looked for safety behind city gates.

It is also a very divided province. Whereas Cyrodiil was able to band together to defend Bruma, High Rock had no such alliance. Most cities were only out for themselves, and some tried to actively sabotage rivals for perceived historical slights. Smaller states changed allegiance many times in an attempt to gain protection, or declared independence from their parent kingdoms. Once the Crisis was done, the province’s brand new unity had thoroughly been shattered.

Much of the province’s nobility was decimated as well, in part due to their blood ties to the Septim dynasty, in part due to rioting peasants or opportunist lesser nobles, and in part due to a desire for heroics on their part.


Now, the good:

High Rock has a lot of questing knights, military orders, wizards, and just plain adventurers. These demographics were able to close a lot of lesser gates, especially in rural areas. In Cyrodiil, a remote gate meant months of Daedric hordes plaguing smaller settlements and travelers - in High Rock, such a gate was quickly closed for glory or for magical rewards. While High Rock’s cities suffered, its countryside remained relatively intact, allowing the province to spring back quickly following the end of the Crisis.

The abovementioned demographics grew very, very rich both during the crisis (by charging or being rewarded for their deeds) and after (by selling the alchemical ingredients and artefacts obtained in Mehrunes’ realm). Many wizards and knights filled the power vacuum left behind by murdered and deposed nobles, recreating the mageocracy prevalent in ages past.


In many ways, High Rock was the strong, steady center of the quickly collapsing Empire of the early 4th era.

wake up, i don’t want you gone

thank u @notbrogues for the encouragement !!!

When Cas dies, it hurts.

It hurts like a bitch.

You know when people say it gets better with time, and you just need time to adjust or whatever. Learn to deal with your grief like it was nothing, and one day just see it as a sad little memory that has no effect on you besides the fact it happened. That it was inevitable. That’s what Dean tells himself anyway. He knew the dangers of having anyone remotely close to him would in someway end in a horrible conclusion no one wants to face.

When Cas dies, it’s like everything Dean has known flies through a window.

His wings are burned onto the soil beneath Dean’s knees. It’s like the first time he and Cas met. The shadows of what revealed the truth about Castiel’s being. Dean reaches over and feels the ash of once beautiful wings. The outline in the dirt is broken by the wind, as Dean runs his fingers through the remains. The ground is soft. Good burial ground, is Dean’s next thought.

He looks at Cas’ corpse, his eyes shut and his face expressionless. Dean knows this image will be burnt into his brain. He can feel tears spike again, as he remembers Cas’ last glow as the Angel blade pierces through his torso.

No. Dean said. No.

Cas collapses onto the floor. Lucifer smiles. Mary’s gone. Sam leaves him to find the Nephilim.

Cas is still dead. On his knees, he can see how Cas’ vessel has aged with them. Cas had become apart of The Grand Winchester Adventure as much as they had. The many fucking events in the life of Castiel, and he still thinks him and Sam were the best part.

Dean doesn’t want to burn him. Or get rid of any part of him. He wants Cas to stay. He feels anger course through him as if his very core was setting itself on fire, and suddenly he’s not sad Cas died. He’s beyond being sad about his fucking best friend leaving him time and time again. Dean’s angry at himself that he couldn’t get Cas to stay. To stay with him when he needed Cas most. And the fucker kept leaving. I needed to come back with a win for you.

Yet Dean never told him that Cas being by his side was enough. Seeing Cas everyday would’ve made Dean’s life so much happier - all he did now was wait for him. He kept worrying his ass off like Cas couldn’t take care of himself, or how Cas always had the best intentions. But Dean just wanted Cas to stay.

I need you.

Cas is gone, and Dean feels the weight and guilt of it upon his shoulders. Fuck. Fuck. He just - he just thought they’d be better together. Who knew Dean would cosy up with an angel? Tell him that eight years ago and he’d tell you to shove it up your own. But now it’s like Dean’s whole life has to come to a stop right in the middle of the road, waiting to be run over by whatever wants to kill him next. Do Angels go to Heaven once they die? Or do they just cease to exist and no matter what deal Dean pulls he can never get Cas back?

Dean keeps falling further until he’s on the ground next to Cas’ dead body, legs folded together as his shins touch the cool ground. He wraps his arms around Cas, bringing it closer to himself, and feels the warmth seep through his fingers already. Colder and colder. Dead, and gone.

Dean feels his tears drip down his face and splatters on Cas’ trench coat like the last droplets of paint in a bucket. Cas’ weight in his arms solidifies Cas’ death, a small part of Dean hoping it was just a really fucked up nightmare. He can’t help but shake the body gently.

“Cas,” He says, like a forbidden word. “Wake up, buddy. Angels don’t sleep.” He feels his hands shaking underneath Cas’ back, a mixture of cold and disbelief numbs the pain a little. “Cas.” He says, with a broken sob.

Out of everything that happened in Dean’s life, he’s never felt more broken than when Cas remains unmoving in his arms. A wave of emotions makes him finally register what happened just mere moments ago. Cas is dead.

Dean buries his head into Cas’ torso, breathes deeply before letting loose all the pent up emotion. Deep, heart-wrenching sobs consume him and his whole being.

“I love you.” He says to no one. “I love you. Please. Please.”

Cas doesn’t respond.

I want to be your first and only love on this earth

Imagine Elijah finding out that you have fallen for him and he wants to talk to you, why you never told him.

A/N: Mention of asexuality & my first language is not English, so for any grammar mistakes, I’m truly sorry (and I know that I have a slight Elijah obsession)

A/N: LOOK I FINALLY POSTED IT OMG!! *slow clap for me* i didnt really edit it, because i thought i might offend the writer. Its such a beautiful piece though, so cute and ahhhhhh the feelings.

Ummm also…ah credits go to @vanillashade

The noble men in the suit had caught my attention precise one year ago. Today I got invited by his brother Kol, he said he wanted advice for a surprise for Davina but since I arrived, the only thing he talked about what the plans of his older Brother were.
“Come on Y/N, I know you are attracted to my brother” Kol told me and I couldn’t help but looking at him confused.
“Which brother do you mean? You have two older Brothers who are alive and well” I answered him and he just smiled at me. “I know which one you like the most” he told me with this knowing smile on his face.
“Do you? That’s quite surprising cause I thought besides myself, nobody really can tell who I like the most” I told him and giving him a convincing smile so he would stop asking me in the sight of hearing of his brothers, not to mentions his sisters. Especially Rebekah would love to know, which brother I liked and when she would find out it was indeed her honorable brother Elijah, she would be the first one, to tell him. Something I didn’t want.

Yes, indeed I had fallen in Love with Elijah. But I didn’t told him and I was hell not going to tell him. What would he think of me?
I supposed that he would think the same things as many people, since I came across something called asexuality. The feeling knowing, I wasn’t crazy, that I never had experienced sexual attraction at all, was something real. Something that I could identify as.
I had read a lot about it.
Being asexual meant that you didn’t experience sexual attraction, the most people also thought of Sex as not important and couldn’t quite understand why people made a big deal out of it. To be honest, I didn’t understand it either because the most of my friends enjoyed one night stands a lot. They made fun of me, because I always said I didn’t want a one night stand, for me there had to be feelings, trust to really open myself up to someone.
And I had fantasized about getting closer with Elijah, day dreamed about how I would tell him, that I loved him, that he would understand how much of struggle being asexual was for me. That he wouldn’t laughed at me and he would promise me, to show me everything.
That he would show me everything I never experienced before, that he would understand my stupid fear of not being enough.

But that all was just day dreaming, it wasn’t real and I refused to let myself slipping away into day dreaming again.
“Y/N where are you?” Kol asked me and smiled. “What do you mean? I’m right here!” I answered him and Elijah made his presence known. “Y/N I wanted to talk to you, would you mind walking a little with me?” he asked me and my heart skipped a beat.
Why wanted he to talk to me?
Kol smiled at me with a big smile and made hearts gestures with his hands as he walked away. Right in this moment I wanted to kill him so badly, in the last two months he kept teasing me about having feelings for his older brother. I never admitted it and still refused to tell that it was true.
“If you have other plans, we can talk another time” Elijah suggested. “No, it’s fine, Kol is just teasing and tries to get on my nerves, everything is fine” I lied and hoped so bad that Elijah wouldn’t noticed my cheeks, who felt like they are red as tomatoes.
After leaving the house, I followed Elijah to a little park.
He had not said much yet, I tried not to get my hopes up high, because he didn’t knew, that I had feeling for him.
“Y/N I wanted to talk to you in private, without any of my sibling’s ear dropping on us” he opened the conversation that would change my life.
“This makes it sound important” I replied and Elijah stopped walking. He turned around and faced me, his brown eyes were looking at me full of warmth, I must dream again.

“I think I should be honest with you, Niklaus and Kol both told me several times that you seem to have feelings for me and I wonder if their assumptions are true” Elijah confronted me with the assumptions his siblings had made. My heartbeat skipped and it seemed to be answer enough for him.
“Before you continue, even if you would feel the same, it won’t work” I cut him off before he could say anything remotely in the direction that he might feel the same or not. I never have made any move in the direction of telling him how I felt, because I know that it won’t work at all. Vampires were all sexual active, when I could believe Klaus and Kol, the desires of blood and sex were close and Vampires are very sexual active. Even though I hadn’t seen Elijah being in a relationship since I knew him, I didn’t thought he would live as Munich.
He was a good-looking man, I thought he was the most appealing in the aesthetic way.
“Can I may ask why? If you’re afraid because…” he tried to ask, but I cut him off again. “No! I’m asexual” and couldn’t look at him. The tears build up and made it impossible for me, to see anything clear.
Elijah surprised me with his following up reaction, I could feel his hands cupping my face and then his lips pressed on mine. When he moved away, he whispered “I don’t know what asexual means, but I know that I feel the same way as you”.
He whipped my tears away and looked at me, “Please tell me what asexual means Y/N” he asked me and I couldn’t say no. My heart was beating as if I had run 10 miles straight.

“I don’t know or have experienced sexual attraction, I guess you feel sexual attracted to woman” I almost whispered, it was hard for me to tell someone how it must feel and now even someone who loved me. Elijah didn’t said something, until I told him that asexual people, mostly don’t cared about Sex.
I confessed to him, that I never was with a man before and I felt like a freak.
“Y/N I intend to be your first and last love on this earth” Elijah told me and he promised me, that he would show me everything I hadn’t yet experienced. “But promise me that you will tell me, when you feel uncomfortable” he asked me to promise.

Two years later:

I could feel Elijah slowly breathing, he didn’t needed to breath and still he did it. His arm on my hips held me close to him, I couldn’t believe it, today marked our anniversary of two years being together. Elijah was the most understanding man I could ever asked for.
He showed me everything, I never understood other people rambling around about One night stands and I still didn’t got it, imagining just jumping into the bed with someone I barely knew and just sharing something so intimate was still something I never was able to do.
To me Sex was a part of a relationship and Elijah showed me that a relationship based on Love, Trust and Honesty could be something beautiful. “Are you watching me Y/N?” my boyfriend asked me and his brown eyes searched for mine. “I wouldn’t dare” I replied smiling and Elijah covered my hand with his.
“Do you remember what I promised you two years ago?” he asked me. “I do, you promised me to be my first and last love and that no other men would ever touch me like you do” I answered him and he kept his promise. We talked about turning me, he didn’t wanted to lose me and I never wanted to be without the man who made me feel normal.
He made me feel normal and because of Elijah, I enjoyed being imitated with him, but just with him.
I always said that for me Sex belongs in a relationship, for me it was a sign of trust, being able to give yourself to someone.
“You make me happy” Elijah told me and I smiled at him, “You make me happy too Elijah” I replied and Elijah pressed his lips on mine.
I was truly happy with my first and true love.

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My only regrets are the moments when i doubted myself and took the safe route. Life is too short to waste time being unhappy.

You Need a Maid? Chapter 14

Fandom: Avengers / Marvel
Rating: G / PG13 / R
Warnings:
Disclaimer: I don’t own Marvel, blah legal stuff. Don’t sue me, I’m poor.
Songs:  Be Our Guest - Beauty and The Beast

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A few weeks later you were well enough to return to your bedroom at the house. You were glad to leave the cold, windowless room. You were starting to miss the sun. Tony came up to get you and make sure you made it back to the house safe and sound. It was a sweet gesture, and you were glad to have him there, considering you almost fell three times.

When you got home the only thing you wanted to do was crawl into your cushioned bed and sleep for another month. Better yet, five. Tony led you to your room and opened the door.

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anonymous asked:

percabeth + watching a superhero movie

I give you… Percy, Annabeth, Piper, Jason, and Leo.

(send me fic prompts!) 

It’s been a long time since the last time Percy and Jason fought like this. Like, really fought.

“Do you really want to punch your way out of this?”

“Sometimes I want to punch you in those perfect teeth.”

“I was wrong about you. The whole world was wrong about you.”

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anonymous asked:

K so I have just started watching the clone wars tv show to feed my ever-growing sw obsession, could you please give me a list of the most anidala episodes because I'm not sure I can watch all of this??

Of course! Those are the ones I have watched multiple, multiple times ;) though I strongly recommend watching the entire series. It’s worth it!

First, the Clone Wars movie has a good Anidala scene at the very end. Very sweet.

S1E4 - Destroy Malevolence: This is the first episode with Padmé in it. Padmé is used as a hostage on Grievous’s massive ship and Anakin and Obi-Wan have to get her off. It’s a good episode and it’s got some good Anidala moments, though I’m not crazy about her first episode being about her getting captured and having to be rescued.

S1E8 - Bombad Jedi: This episode has Padmé in it, but not Anakin. However, the whole plot is based on Jar Jar finding a certain someone’s Jedi cloak aboard Padmé’s ship. Also, Padmé kicks some serious butt in this one. ;)

S1E8 and E9 - Blue Shadow Virus/Mystery of a Thousand Moons: This two-part story is really creative and I enjoyed it very much. Padmé discovers a secret lab on Naboo where a sort of “mad scientist” is redeveloping a toxic disease. It’s up to our Anakin, Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, and Rex to stop the virus from being released. The Anidala moments in these two episode are few, but beautiful all the same. There are a couple parts where Anakin is just being so obvious around Obi-Wan and it’s hilarious and adorable.

S1E22 - Hostage Crisis: Here we go, another episode where Padmé plays the damsel in distress. But they make up for it in, yes, a MAKE OUT SCENE. It’s also interesting because we watch Anakin try to fight by himself without his lightsaber. This one will ignite your Anidala feels.

S2E4 - Senate Spy: This one gets me all fluffy and full of feels right off the bat. There’s a really cute scene at the beginning, and then the episode mainly consists of some major Anakin jealousy. This one is great, and it shows that their romance is not at all perfect and that all couples argue.

S2E41 - The Zillo Beast Strikes Back: Make sure you watch the previous episode first. This has some Anidala in it. There’s a part I like where Anakin instinctively shields Padmé with his arm, without missing a beat. I love that. You’ll have to watch for it!

S3E4 - Sphere of Influence: This one neither focuses on Anakin nor Padmé, but there is a brief scene at the beginning that’s very cute.

S3E7 - Assassin: This episode focuses on the relationship between Padmé and Ahsoka, but Anakin is in it very briefly. It’s a really good episode, even though there’s really only one extremely minor Anidala scene.

S3E8 - Evil Plans: In my opinion, the episode itself isn’t great, but I LOVE the Anidala in it. There’s a colossally sweet part at the beginning where Padmé is stressing out and Anakin strokes her cheek and comforts her. EEEE!

S3E10 - Heroes on Both Sides: Another Padmé and Ahsoka episode, but Anakin is in it partially. I really wish that they had made more episodes with the three of them.

S3E15 - Overlords: Padmé is not in this one, but oh is she mentioned. Anakin has a sort of vision/illusion of someone who I will not say, and the way the two of them talk about Padmé is heartbreaking.

S4E1 through E3 - Water War, Gungan Attack, Prisoners: There are close to zero Anidala moments in these episodes, save a flirty comment in the second one and a few parts in the third.

S4E4 - Shadow Warrior: This is a good episode, in which Anakin and Padmé travel to Naboo and end up running into General Grievous and Count Dooku.

S4E18 - Crisis on Naboo: This is the final chapter in a 4-part arc, and you’ll want to watch the whole thing if you want to know what’s going on. Padmé and Anakin are both in this one, and pretty much just exchange some cute looks. But they’re still cute. :)

S5E20 - The Wrong Jedi: This is the only episode in season 5 that we actually see Padmé! I know, crazy! There’s no Anidala, but that depends on your view on something Ahsoka says at the very end. I wouldn’t watch this episode until you’ve seen all of the ones before it.

S6E5 through E7 - The Clovis Arc: Full. Of. Drama. That’s all I have to say. But it is actually Anidala-centered which is COMPLETELY RARE.

Well, that’s it! It’s not even remotely close to being enough to satisfy your Anidala hunger, but they’re good episodes! Enjoy!

My Anthology: Entry I.

For the most part I enjoy the single life, except for the lonely nights of course. But as of lately I think I have been reaping the benefits of what it feels like to be in a relationship. It sounds weird I know, but it has been about three years since I have been in a “relationship” where we were actually dating. Since then, there has been times where myself and another female were just kicking it, fucking, or whatever you want to call it. The situation with the most recent girl started off as something simply platonic, well maybe there was always the physical attraction too, but we fucked with each other, heavy. We vibed on a spiritual level. Oh and we had “history” together prior to her being recent again. I have known this girl for a few years now. We used to be really close but our lives go in the way and we lost contact. Maybe about a month ago we ran into each other again we kind of rekindled the old flame. Sounds great right? Well things are kind of complicated actually. Here’s why.

Right before she came back into my life I had been talking another girl. This girl is really kind and nurturing to all my needs. We were really close and all of a sudden like the other girl, our lives got in the way and inevitably we lost contact as well. Now that she’s gone and the other girl has come back into the picture it is almost like this perfect timing. But I can’t tell. How do I know for sure? 

For the past few weeks I have been spending a lot of time with her and I think it’s safe to say we are closer that we ever were before. Things are good but something just doesn’t seem quite right to me. Maybe it is the fact that we are “just kicking it”. None of us have ever brought up commitment or anything remotely close to being together unless she wanted me to tag along with her somewhere just so she wouldn’t look single. We would refer to each other as best friends but that is the closest to a title you’d hear from anyone of us. Our relationships appeared to be a little more than platonic at times but I don’t think that is something we’d admit at least not to each other.

We act like we are together but we aren’t together. We do things together like we are in a relationship but we aren’t in a relationship. If any one were to see us in public they would think we were a couple, and living together but we aren’t. She even has her own wash cloth hanging up in my bathroom. The crazy part is that we talk about our personal lives to each other all the time. She talks to me about the guys in her life and I talk to her about the girls in my life. But at the end of the night we would end up in each other’s bed. 

A few nights ago, the other girl came back into the picture and asked if she could come see me. I really wanted to see her but I didn’t know what to say to her because I was in the company of another girl. I didn’t want to say no and I didn’t want her to come up to my room to see that there’s another girl there. I told her to meet me outside and that I was just going to walk to the store to get something to chase the bottle I bought the night before. This “other girl" was with was the same girl who practically lives with me, but as friends, really close ones. I don’t know why I didn’t just tell her the truth but I told her my homeboy was outside and wanted to holla at me real quick before he went out for the night.

So this car pulls up right outside of my apartment and it’s ol girl who just hit me up. I get in and she drives me to the gas station up the street. We start to talk about what’s new in our lives and how much we miss each other. We get to the store and I forgot what I told her I was going to the store to get. She walked to the back of the store and for some reason I went straight to candy section and grabbed a starburst. Meanwhile she was over by the fridge grabbing herself an Arizona Ice Tea. As we are walking to the counter to pay for our things, she walked out in front of me and I couldn’t help but admire what was in front of me. Meanwhile there is another girl laying in my bed. 

She turned to me and asked why didn’t I grab a drink. I looked at her like I didn’t know what she was talking about until I remembered what I said to her. So I ran back into the store and grabbed a jug of lemonade, that happened to be the first thing I saw. As I was walking to the counter my phone started ringing and it was ol girl back at my place. She asked me where was I at and why was it taking so long just to say hello. I told her we were just catching up and it won’t long and that he wanted to take a quick run to the store. I told her that I would be right up and it wouldn’t take much longer. After paying for the lemonade I went back to the car on edge, worried that she’d get a little weary and come outside and see me in the car with another girl. 

If she came outside to see me in the car with another girl I am not really sure how she would react but then again we weren’t in a relationship. I think my biggest concern was the fact that I didn’t want the girl I was in the car with to find out I had another girl in my room waiting for me. Well she had been MIA for a while now, like what else would she expect, right?

We headed back to my apartments and we just talked. We talked about how we have grown apart but how it felt like we haven’t missed a beat. She explained to me why I hadn’t heard from her in a while and how tough things had gotten for her. The things that she told me really touched me because I had been in her shoes so often in my life. I reached over to her and gave her a hug, gave her a kiss on the cheek and sat back in my seat. There was silence. I stared out the window thinking to myself like “damn how come shit always turns out like this for me?”. 

After maybe about a solid sixty seconds of silence she reached over and grabbed my hand. She placed it on her chest and told me that I had her heart. Then she leaned towards me, grabbed my ears and kissed me. All I could do was kiss her back. Somehow she climbed over to the passenger side and continued to make out with me. As soon as my hand wandered up her shirt, my phone rang. I ignored it and threw the phone in the back seat. We continued making out and my phone went off again. She climbed back to her seat and told me I should get it. When I looked picked up the phone it was her again, the girl in my room: “best friend”. 

I could tell she was angry she said she was about to leave and if she wanted to be in a room by herself she could have stayed home. I reassured her that I am on my way and we had just gotten back from dropping somebody off. I told her that I would be there in twenty minutes and I promised. I hung up the phone not knowing if she had heard my conversation or not. She looked at me and asked “you gotta go?” and I replied “yea but I have some time, they’ll be alright.” she asked me what did I mean and I was confused to what she had meant. So I asked her what did she mean. I got a little awkward for a second then she said nevermind.

We sat there for a while in silence until she finally said “shouldn’t you be going?” I looked over at her and nodded. I really didn’t want to leave because it had been so long since I last saw her and it felt good to see her again. I stared out the window then I looked back at her. I asked her when will I her her again and she said she didn’t know. She told me that she will be out of town for a couple of weeks to pursue a business opportunity shadowing some board executive members of this fortune 500 company. Even though I was proud of her, I was also said that she was going to be leaving me again. She said she would be really busy but she would do her best to keep in touch.

I kissed her goodbye and she said it back to me. I could hear the pain in her voice. Later that night she told me she cried when I left. But as I was walking back to my room I couldn’t help but think about what it would be like if we dated and what it would be like if life brought us together, in the same place, at the same time. Shit, I wondered what it would be like if we just had time for one another. 

When I got back to the room I soon realized stupid I was for not only getting involved with a woman seven years older than I was, and not because she had a seven year old staying with her mom or even hiding this other girl from her but the fact that I allowed myself to fall for multiple women. Once I got back to my room it was quiet. I could tell she was mad at me but she wouldn’t say a word. I told her that I was sorry I took so long and time slip away from me. She just growled at me and said whatever. I told her I bought some lemonade and asked her if she wanted some. She continued to give me the silent treatment which really pissed me off. So I screamed “Fuck it then go ahead and be childish!” 

The moment I said that it was like I had unleashed the spawn of everything remotely evil. She began yelling and screaming and telling how much of an ain’t shit person I was for leaving her in here by herself when I asked her to be there. She made the comment that I was probably really outside with another female and that’s why I took so long. Unconsciously, I had this dumb look on my face when I asked her what the hell was she talking about because she replied “you got that dumb look on your face when you know you done fucked up!”  I continued to act like I didn’t know what she was talking bout and she continued to talk shit. So I asked her what was the problem and she acts like we are dating. I told her to chill the fuck out because she was making a fool out of herself. Her last words were, “YOU RIGHT!” before she stormed out my apartment. 

I just stood there at first, not thinking about what I said her but what I allowed to happen. By the time I came to my senses I ran out the apartment after her but she was already gone. I couldn’t help but to think that I really fucked up. Not only did I lie to her but I really hurt her feelings. Apparently she liked me a little more than platonically. I called her phone several times and she wouldn’t answer. I left her tons of text messages but I wouldn’t get a reply until finally my phone goes off. It was a message from the twenty six year old. It read, “I cried when you left me. I think I love you.” I wanted to say to her that I loved and I felt that way sense the day we first met but I had so many mixed emotions that I really didn’t know what to say.

Tonight I looked back on that night and think about how big of a jerk I was, how much I was in love, and how hurt, and confused I was. Nothing much has changed since then though. The twenty six year old is MIA again but I guess that come with the territory. My best friend called me and told me to come to the door because she had something she wanted to tell me something. When I came outside she asked me to ride to the store with her. When we got to the store she asked me to stay in the car and she would be right back. She come out the store with this small container thing. I wasn’t sure what it was and she wouldn’t tell me what it was. Then we got back to my room and she finally told me what it was. She told me her period hasn’t come yet and it has been just about 2 weeks pass due. She told me she had bought a pregnancy test.

All I could think to myself was, “why” why didn’t I use protection. She read the instructions, grabbed a cup of lemonade and went into the bathroom. I guess now we play the waiting game. 

Fic: The Luxury of Choice (Mondatta/Reinhardt, NC17)

Title: The Luxury of Choice

Fandom: Overwatch

Pairing: Tekhartha Mondatta/Reinhardt Wilhelm (briefly referenced past Tekhartha Mondatta/OCs)

Summary: Written as a gift for @cyberratting and their followers: In which Mondatta was designed to be a pleasure model, and after a long period of abstinence from any kind of sex, Reinhardt’s presence tempts him to try enjoying it for himself.

Author’s Notes: S O. I may have been dabbling in Overwatch fandom a little bit. And I may have fallen hardcore for the doomed messianic figure character because I have a Type. And this 2k+ attempt at a ‘short’ fic has ended up being used to vent steam while I work on something separate involving bodyguard!Reinhardt and entirely-aware-he’s-doomed!Mondatta and so many feels it’s ridiculous. Enjoy <3!

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8179508

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The thing that fucking sucks abt being clinically obese is that people legit don’t want you to do things that are good for you. Like, today I went to try to buy a swimsuit at Kohl’s. Their plus-size selection is laughable at best.

There was a woman there with an average-sized, healthy, normal person body, who had been forced to shop plus-sized because the “regular” sizes are for models only, apparently.

And guess what they had for ACTUAL obese people? You guessed it! Nothing!! And anything they did have that was even remotely close to being something I could fit in was a fucking grandma outfit!

So basically, corporations (and society) take the stance that they’re not gonna provide obese people the means to do active things, and if they do, they have to be hideous and gaudy so that these people will stick out like a sore thumb.

I just wanted a swimsuit so I could start trying to get back in shape without hurting my joints bc of my fibromyalgia and hypermobility. Is that such a sin? Of course it is, according to them. Because people would rather that lard-asses like me stay inside and hide in shame than actually do stuff that’s good for them. They love to set us up to fail. And that’s pretty fucking disgusting, if you ask me.

I’m not even super obese. I’m about 60 lbs overweight (20 lbs over the healthy weight mark on the BMI scale), which is a bit easier than it is for some less fortunate people. But even though I’m barely clinically obese, they still want me to hide my body in shame. It’s ridiculous, and it’s cruel, and it’s not fair. I just want to do right for myself and start some low-impact exercise. Is that really too much to ask?

Emma Duval x Reader: Are You Seriously Jealous?

Originally posted by returntohorrorhigh

Emma x fem reader where she gets jealous of you and Noah and you think it’s really cute and she invites you over to watch movies and it’s really fluffy? Thanksss

A/N: I headcanon Emma as a cuddle monster 24/7, so I tried to slip in a lot of that stuff (especially at the end). Hope it was fluffy enough for you. I’d love to hear if you guys liked it. 

 I used she/her pronouns to describe the reader. 


    Emma glanced over at you out of the corner of her eye, trying to figure out what you were talking about with Noah and also trying to not make it obvious to Brooke that she wasn’t listening to her. It became obvious that she was doing poorly at it when Brooke huffed loudly and nudged Emma’s shoulder. “What’s up?”

    Emma bit her bottom lip and looked at Brooke. “Do you think that they’re too close together?” she asked as she pointed towards where you were sitting next to Noah as you both worked on your project together. She pressed her lips together as you laughed loudly at something Noah had said.

    “Seriously Em?” Brooke said, rolling her eyes and raising her eyebrows at her friend. “You’re jealous… and you’re jealous of Noah.”

    “I can’t help it.” Emma replied, a frown appearing on her face. “Last night she was supposed to come over but canceled because they had to work on their project.”

    “They couldn’t reschedule?” Brooke furrowed her eyebrows.

    “Noah said that he couldn’t do it at a different time because he needed enough time to work on the podcast.”     Emma said as a glare passed over her face before she sighed. “It’s just messing with me that they’re spending so much time together. I’m working on this project with you, and we’re not spending every minute with each other.”

    Brooke rolled her eyes again. “Just calm down Emma,” Brooke said. “You have no reason to be jealous,”

    Emma was about to respond when the bell rang, cutting her off. She sighed and stood up from her seat. As she walked into the hallway. “Hey Emma,” You smiled at her.

    “Hey,” She sent you a forced smile, making you frown slightly.

    You furrowed your eyebrows and grabbed her hand gently, making her stop walking for a moment. “What’s wrong Em?”

    She stared at you for a moment before shaking her head. “Nothing,”

    “Emma come on…” you said, looking at her worriedly. “What’s going on?”

    “Like I said, nothing,” she sighed and bit her bottom lip. “Do you want to come over tonight, just watch some movies or something?”

    You looked at her worried for a moment before you nodded with a small smile on your face. “Yeah Em. I’d love that,”

    A small smile appeared on her face before you leaned closer and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips before the minute bell rang. “I’ll see you after school. I love you,”

    “I love you too,” she said with slightly pink cheeks before turning around and walking towards her next class. Her frown appearing on her face again when she looked over her shoulder and seeing you talking to Noah. 


    You knocked on Emma’s front door as you looked through the bag of candy you had gotten for movie night. The door opened a moment later, and Emma smiled at you weakly. “Hey. Did you bring the candy?" 

    "Of course,” you smiled brightly, stepping inside and pressing a kiss to her cheek before walking towards the living room. “What movie did you pick out?" 

    "Well I got a few different choices,” she said as she began listing off the titles. You stopped her when you recognize your favorite movie title, excitedly saying that you wanted to watch that one. She giggled at your reaction before starting the movie. Yous at down next to her on the couch, wrapping one of your arms around her stomach and resting your head on her shoulder. She relaxed against you. Her hands tracing patterns into your skin without thinking about it as you both focused on the movie in front of you. 

    It was mostly silent, save for the movie, and you both whispering comments to each other during certain parts of the movie. A tense part of the movie started, making the both of you become silent until you suddenly chuckled when the main character said something. Emma furrowed her eyebrows and glanced at you. You caught her gaze and sighed with a small smile on your face, “She just reminded me of something that Noah said earlier," 

    Emma’s body tensed up, and she let out a breath when you let your head fall back onto her shoulder. After a few minutes you furrowed your eyebrows, noticing the difference in how she was acting compared to a few minutes ago. You raised your head up and paused the movie, making her look at you confused, "Why did you-" 

    "What’s wrong Emma?” you demanded, “Don’t say it’s nothing because you’re acting weird like you were earlier," 

    She sighed and pressed her lips together. You looked at her with concerned eyes, forcing yourself to wait patiently for her to answer you. She wasn’t comfortable with telling you earlier, and you didn’t want to push her too far and make her close herself from you. 

    Emma bit her lip before turning towards you, tense, "You and Noah are just friends right?" 

    Your eyes widened, and you took a deep breath as you tried to wrap your head around what she said, "Yeah we’re just friends…" She sighed, shoulders visibly relaxing. "Why would you think we were anything else?” you asked. 

    “I don’t know,” Emma answered, keeping her eyes trained on the ground, “You two are just really close, and you canceled our plans to hang out with him… and it made me worried," 

    A small smile appeared on your face and you leaned closer to her, nudging her arm to make her look up at you. "Emma you don’t have to worry about anybody else in our relationship,” you said softly, smile growing bigger as you spoke. “I love you; you don’t need to be jealous," 

    Emma stared at you for a few moments before leaning closer to you and pressing her lips against yours softly. You hummed against her lips as she cupped your face, running your hands through her hair in return. After a few moments you pulled away from her with a smile, brushing a strand of hair away from her face, "Why didn’t you want to tell me that you were jealous of Noah?" 

    She shrugged, "I just didn’t want you to know I was jealous. I don’t know why," 

    You pressed a chaste kiss to her lips and grabbed her hand before pulling away. "Just tell me whenever you’re jealous. It’s not that big of a deal; everyone gets jealous sometimes,” you said as she rubbed her thumb over your knuckles, “Besides I think you’re kinda cute whenever you’re jealous," 

    Emma furrowed her eyebrows. "Why?" 

    You bit your lip and tried to stop the smile on your face as you looked away from you. You let out something that was a mix of a nervous sigh and a laugh. "I don’t know… It’s nice knowing that you care so much about me you worry about losing me,” you shrugged and glanced at her. You had a goofy smile on your face, and you leaned your head back, so it was leaning onto the couch cushion behind you. “Plus you act really nervous like when we first started dating," 

    "And that’s a good thing?” she laughed, “I remember being really awkward," 

    "Yeah, but you were adorable,” you teased before leaning closer and pressing another kiss to her lips. Both of you pulling away after a moment with smiles on your faces. “So you’re not worried about Noah anymore?” you asked with raised eyebrows. 

    “No,” She shook her head with pink cheeks. 

    “Good,” you said as you leaned closer to her, resting your head on her shoulder as you grabbed the remote. “We can get back to our movie then," Emma relaxed against you as you pushed play; the silence falling over you both. 

    Emma tried to remember your conversation whenever you ended up being really close to Noah, and most of the time you were able to convince her that she didn’t have a reason to be jealous when she couldn’t convince herself. (Brooke still never let Emma live it down that she was once jealous of Noah). 

Locus getting back his morals and becoming more human again

Locus tracking down the pirates he had done jobs with in the past and, instead of killing them, leaving them locked up for the authorities because “he’s taken too many lives already”

Locus getting himself a stun gun

Locus coming across settlers trapped and in need and helping them

Locus going to the Reds and Blues when he needs help because even if they dislike each other he can always trust them to be good people

Locus constantly questioning himself and his actions

Locus realizing he misses Felix, accepting it, mourning him, and moving on

Locus not being able to sleep at night because he still hasn’t made up for all the things he’s done

Locus questioning everything even remotely close to an order

Locus admitting time and time again that he’s a monster and that he’s just as bad as Felix until the BGC finally decides to break it to him that he’s so much better than he was

Wash patting Locus on the back and saying, “Hey, it’s okay, I used to be a real piece of shit too. People change.”

Locus not using his voice filter anymore

Locus actually getting a sense of humor and playing pranks on the Reds and Blues ie activating the temple of procreation for like 30 minutes and snickering because somehow Grif and Simmons were banging within like 40 seconds why am I not surprised

Locus eventually learning to trust and rely on some people again

Locus healing.