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Meanings Behind the Sign Symbols


               The glyph for Aries represents the face and horns of a ram. Aries is a sign that is known for its initiative, and its innate ability to move with fervor towards its goals. Like a ram charging forward an Aries pursues its target with abandon. The glyph can also be seen as a geyser bursting forth from the ground, or the female reproductive system, which alludes to the creative potential of the sign as well as its position as the first sign, and the baby of the zodiac.


               The glyph for Taurus shows us the head and horns of the bull. Steadfast, stubborn, and sensual the bull is a great parallel to the Taurean nature. Taurus is known for its ability to work tirelessly towards its goals, not budging from the path that they’ve set for themselves. The glyph shows us the crescent of the mind atop the circle of the spirit, which reflects Taurus’ ability to push forward with their whole beings to attain the security and comfort that they desire.


               Gemini is the sign of the twins, and in its glyph we can see the duality that is at the very core of its symbolism. Gemini sees the duality of all things, that of light and darkness, right and wrong, male and female then incorporates these dual natures into the same being. The glyph is the Roman numeral for two, and yet at the same time it can be seen as a tunnel or a doorway. Gemini synthesizes information, pulling it in, processing it, and then disseminating it to others. The Geminian works as a conduit for knowledge and its role in the zodiac is that of the informant.


               The glyph for Cancer shows us the claws of the crab. With its hard protective shell, home beneath the waves, and propensity to cling to its prey and possessions the crab is an apt metaphor for the watery Cancer. Crabs live their lives in the endless ebb and flow of the ocean, and for Cancer it is no different. They feel the endless tides of their emotions and instinctively feel the ups and downs in all things. The glyph is also reminiscent of the earth and moon, circling each other in their eternal dance through the cosmos. We’re also shown a mother’s breasts, which are ruled by the sign as well as their function of nourishment.


               Here we see the head, mane, and swooping tail of the lion. Leo reflects much of its qualities, with the females being aggressively enterprising and fiercely loyal, and the males being protective and deeply prideful. In this glyph we again see the circle of spirit, the sun, and a tendril that reaches out projecting its power and influence. A Leo similarly projects their innermost power and warmth in order to attract attention and admiration from those around them.


               The “M” of Virgo shows its ties to the sign of Scorpio. Indeed at one time the two were considered to be one and the same, representing the processes of birth and death and their inexorable link. At some time in the past the two were split, with the sign of Libra occupying the space between, representing the harmony between the two. The tail of Virgo’s M is turned inward becoming the female genitalia and being representative of the fertility and purity of the sign.


               The glyph for Libra is that of the setting sun. It is the twilight before the darkness, the time of day where light and darkness exist in equal proportions, appropriate for the balance that is representative of this sign. Libra seeks harmony in its relationships with those around it and has an innate ability to find balance in opposing forces. The glyph is also the Mirror of Venus, resting atop a shelf. This alludes to the planetary ruler of the sign as well as Libra’s association with the 7th House, which is sometimes called the House of Mirrors.


               The glyph for Scorpio shows its ties to Virgo, but instead of its tail pulling in it thrusts outward. This shows how the Scorpion’s will and drive is turned to power and the ability to change the world around it. Scorpio is a sign known for its great initiative and ambition as well as its great capacity for change and transformation.


               The glyph is an arrow, ready to fire from the bow of our fiery archer. The arrow symbolizes the far-reaching search for knowledge that is inherent in this sign. Sagittarius wants to push the boundaries of human knowledge and experience and push their minds and bodies forward with abandon towards this goal.


               The glyph gives us a silhouette. It is that of a creature that is half mountain-goat, and half fish. The mermaid has climbed out of the primordial nurturing waters to climb the mountain of success and accomplishment. It’s important to recognize this dual nature in Capricorn. The goat can no more escape where he came from than he can the drive that propels him forward. There will forever be a connection back to the home and indeed what is built in life serves to provide sustenance and security for it.


               The glyph for Aquarius shows us waves, it is multi-faceted in its nature now more than ever. It is the ever-permeating waves of electromagnetism and energy that surround us. It is the radio waves encoded with information as well as the sound waves that carry a human voice to all ears that listen. This is the “water” that is poured forth from Aquarian amphora. It is the free and ever present information that will lead to an even more enlightened future.


               Two fish are swimming in opposite directions, but cannot escape one another because of the chains that bind them. This represents the dual-nature of the Piscean individual. One fish swims upwards toward divinity. It wishes to return home and be one with its source. The other fish swims downwards toward the material realm. There is much that is unfinished and the weight of the world is constant in the emotional ties that bind.  Pisces seeks to use this connection to higher spirituality to work as a conduit for healing. They take on the pain and suffering of others in an attempt to soothe them.

Into You (Clark Kent x Reader)

Based on two requests.

Your relationship with Clark had always been an intimate one. You were both very open with each other and knew how to keep each other satisfied. You knew everything about each other, or so you thought you knew everything about him.

It was no surprise that Clark had asked you to attend a charity ball that the newspaper had been invited to.

“Kent, you didn’t tell me that your plus one was going to be so stunning,“ a husky voice spoke up as Clark led you to a table at the ball. You turned around and met eyes with the man you knew to be Clark’s boss.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you introduced yourself with a smile as you stuck your hand out for him to shake. While you didn’t appreciate hearing about the way he tended to treat Clark at work, you knew that you had to play nice. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Perry White,” he replied with a toothy grin as he firmly shook your hand. “You can just call me Perry, though.”

“I’m a big fan of the paper,” you admitted as you moved to grab onto Clark’s arm. You looked at him with gleaming eyes before you noticed that his attention was being drawn elsewhere. You went to glance where he was staring before Perry’s deep voice filled the air.

“Perhaps Clark should bring you in sometime, give you the scoop on how we do things,” Perry offered.

“That sounds nice, I’ve always wanted to-”

“Excuse me, I’ve just seen the founders of the charity and I really need to speak with them!” Perry exclaimed as he began to race away. “Nice to meet you!”

“That was fun,” you laughed sarcastically as you looked up to Clark again. His attention was still taken by something else, and you nudged him to bring him back to reality. He blinked dazedly before looking down at you with a forced smile. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just thought I saw something,” he told you softly.

“Did you want to check it out?” You asked, concern laced through your voice. “Is it a, um, superhero something?”

“No, it was nothing,” he promised with sincere eyes. He moved to press his lips against yours quickly and began to lead you back to a table.

“It’s beautiful in here,” you noted in awe as you sat down. Fairy lights danced across the ceiling, strung across the beams along with satin ribbon. Candlelight illuminated the room, showering it with an elegant quality that you had only seen in movies.

“I’ll go get us some drinks,” Clark said, placing a soft kiss to your forehead before leaving the table. You let out a frustrated sigh as you watched him become lost in the crowd, your eyes trailing down to the white tablecloth that was covered in a light dust of silver sparkles. It seemed like forever that you had been admiring the decorations in order to distract yourself from Clark’s absence when you finally looked around the room for him.

You felt your heart drop as your eyes landed on him talking to a beautiful woman with vibrant red hair. She was laughing at something he said, gladly accepting the drink he held out to her. He said something else and you could see the way that his eyes twinkled brightly at her. When you realized that he had no intention of returning to you any time soon, you began to head over to him.

“Where did you find the drinks?” You spoke up as you approached Clark with a sweet smile and dark eyes. You watched as he jumped lightly before turning to face you.

“I was just coming back over to you,” Clark told you softly, reaching to wrap an arm around your waist. Your slight recoil at his touch didn’t go unnoticed by him or the woman he was with.

“I’m Lois Lane,” the woman introduced herself with a dimpled smile as she stuck out her hand.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you responded as you shook her hand quickly before dropping your hand back to your side. You had heard of Lois Lane from Clark and from her stories in the paper. He had talked about her briefly here and there, but each time you had felt your heart sting from the way he seemed so infatuated with her. You couldn’t deny the fact that she was a brilliant reporter, you always found yourself reading her stories right after Clark’s and marvelling at the way she could keep you at the edge of your seat no matter what she was writing about.

“Clark talks about you all the time,” she told you after a moment of awkward silence. “The way he talks about you… I know he never used to talk about me that way, I can tell that you guys are meant to be.”

“Thank you,” you told her, slowly moving away from Clark at her words. What did she mean he never used to talk about her that way?

“It was lovely talking to the both of you, but I have to finish making the rounds,” Lois said as she began to walk away. “Have a nice night!”

You and Clark responded with wishes for her to do the same. Once she was out of sight, you immediately bolted over to the bar in order to get away from Clark.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” He asked as he followed you, his hand grabbing softly onto your wrist before you pulled back.

“What did she mean that you never used to talk about her that way?” You seethed, leaning on the bar counter with a furious glare. Clark avoided eye contact, his head lowering as he stood in front of you with a guilty face.

“Lois and I were together before I met you,” he admitted, looking up at you through his glasses. “She helped me embrace the city and be confident with my writing. I owe her a lot; she helped convince Perry to publish my stories.”

“You look at her like you’re in love with her!” You exclaimed, catching the attention of a few people around you.

“I only love you!” He protested softly, moving foward. You stepped back, watching as hurt filled his face.

“I should go,” you stated, blinking back tears.

“Y/N, don’t-”

“It’s fine, have fun, we can talk later,” you told him sadly, walking away with a heavy heart.

It was about two in the morning when a knock at the door of your small apartment sent you flying out of your bed and racing to open it. You flung open the door and came face to face with the woman Clark hadn’t told you the truth about struggling to hold him up in the hallway.

“I’m so sorry, I know it’s late and I probably woke you up-”

“No, it’s fine,” you reassured her, moving to put one of his arms over your shoulders and help her get him to your room.

“Y/N,” Clark mumbled as you laid him on the bed.

“You stay here, I’ll be right back,” you ordered him as you left the room, Lois following closely behind you. Once in the living room, you turned to look at her with a thankful expression. “Thank you for bringing him here, it really means a lot.”

“Don’t even worry about it,” she said with a smile. “I just… I want you to know that there’s nothing going on between Clark and I. It was a long time ago, and it’s strictly platonic. He does mean a lot to me, though, I’d consider him to be one of my best friends.”

“How did you know-”

“He’s an emotional drunk,” she laughed. “I found at the bar sulking about how he thought he was losing you. He told me what you thought about him and I. Clark would never do that to you, Y/N.”

“I know,” you sighed, running a hand over your face. “It was that stupid green monster inside of me that made me think he would.”

“It happens to the best of us,” she told you, beginning to head to the door. “If you ever need anything, just let me know, alright?”

“I will,” you promised as she opened the door and began to walk out. “Thank you, Lois.”

With a final wave, you shut the door and quickly walked back to your bedroom where Clark was. You entered the room and a soft smile filled your face when you saw Clark sitting up in bed looking at the doorway.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered as you walked in and sat on the bed beside his legs. You gave him a confused look and took one of his hands in yours. “I should have told you about Lois, and I’m sorry for making you think I have feelings for her-”

You leaned foward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. You let go of his hand so you could wrap your arms around the back of his neck and his own arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you on top of his lap.

“Don’t be sorry for anything,” you told him as you pulled apart and rested your forehead on his. You carefully took his glasses off and set them on the other side of the bed. “I got jealous when I should have trusted you.”

“I shouldn’t have given you a reason to be jealous,” he argued, trailing his fingers down your back.

“It happens,” you murmured, pressing your lips to his again quickly. You tasted the lingering bit of alcohol in his mouth and pulled away, his mouth chasing after yours before you gave in for a moment. “I think Lois is a really great person.”

“Y/N, you don’t have to talk about her if it bothers you.”

“It doesn’t bother me. After all, you said she helped your career, so I should be thankful for what she’s done. Besides, I think she could be a good friend.”

“You’d really be friends with me ex?”

“Weirder things have happened in my life, Clark, I mean, I am dating you,” you joked, letting out a squeal as he began to tickle your sides.

“I’m the weird one?” He laughed as he continued to tickle you. You merely nodded through your laughing, attempting to push yourself out of his arms. He stopped after a moment and pulled you close to him, burying his face in your neck. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too,” you whispered, running your hands through his hair as you calmed your heart. “Now go to sleep, you’re still drunk.”

Clark let out a laugh as you climbed off his lap and laid down beside him. His arms wrapped around your middle and pulled you close to him. While occasionally the two of you did fight, you always found each other again. As Lois said, the two of you were meant to be.

anonymous asked:

How would Tyler bate be while taken you on a date

How would Tyler bate be while taking you on a date

Originally posted by totaldivasepisodes

~ Tyler would be extremely polite, he’d take you to a nice; but not overly fancy restaurant in England. 

~ When you arrived at the restaurant he’d do all the typical gentlemanly things, such as; open doors, pull out your seat, take your coat. Even establishing right at the beginning of the date he was covering the whole bill, no exceptions.

~ Throughout your date he’d be really chatty, always wanting to find out new things about you - oh and discussing the passion you both shared; wreslting of course. However, he wouldn’t talk about it too much in order to keep business separate from work.

~ He’d be constantly admiring you from the other side of the table, slipping in the sly compliments to make you blush; “you look beautiful sweetheart”, “that dress is gorgeous on you”. Things that many people would find cheesy, but things that made you smile.

~ Even though he was doing his utmost to remain a gentleman, your low neckline dress would be irresistibly intriguing to his wandering eyes as he’d often take peaks at your chest; marvelling at not only how beautiful you were; but how sexy too. 

~ Tyler would insist on you two sharing a desert, him sneakily ordering the waiter to have a cute message written on the plate in chocolate sauce, an action that would make your heart melt.

~ He’d feed you spoonfuls of the desert off of the spoon; his adorable childishness showing as he dotted the cream on your nose 

~ When the date was over (the bill all paid by Tyler obviously) you two would head back to your small apartment, throw off your dressy clothes and cuddle in front of a film until you both fell asleep.

Tags: @m-a-t-91 @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @youhoebag @yalikejazzzzz

A/N: Finally completed another one of these, also our first Tyler Bate request !!!! Hope you enjoy :) ~ Moxxii

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Wonwoo x Reader

Originally posted by ftwonwoo

I chose this gif just because he looks cute in it

Prompts: 40 & 44

“You know what? I wasn’t even surprised by that. I’m that used to you.”“EVERY TIME I SAY THAT YOU ALWAYS MAKE THE SAME PUN”

Genre: Fluffffffff

Requested by: @w-wicked-chips

“You’re late.” You spoke nonchalantly as you sipped your coffee.

You looked up at your boyfriend huffing and puffing, his hair disheveled probably from the run, “I know, Mingyu thought it would be funny to hide my glasses.”

“Yeah I know.” You showed him the text messages you received from Mingyu, pictures of him hiding in a closet with Wonwoo’s glasses were present in the text, “He explained you were gonna be late.”

Wonwoo sighs, “I swear to god I’m going to hit him one day.”

You laugh at his words and he excuses himself to order his drink. You admired the tall boy from your table, he was definitely more different than a year ago when you had met him. A bit taller, more lean, his hair shorter than before, and he stopped wearing sweatshirts and sweatpants everyday.

The memory of meeting him replayed in your mind. You actually never thought you would have fallen for the boy he was at the time. If you were to describe it, in a way he hated, it was like he was still in his emo teenage phase. Black sweatshirt and sweatpants, black shoes, messy hair almost covered his eyes. It’s a memory Wonwoo would like to forget.

“You’re thinking.” Wonwoo slides into his seat, “What are you thinking about.”

You smile at him, hands wrapped around the warmth of your coffee up, “A year ago…..”

“Oh no.”

“Hey. Let me finish.” You wait until he looks at you, “A year ago, you were so different.”

Wonwoo takes a sip of his drink, “I swear if you say something about the ‘emo teenage phase’ I’m breaking up with you.”

You slap his hand playfully with laughter slipping from your lips, “No. Stop. Let me finish. I was just thinking. I sometimes wonder just exactly how did you manage to get a date with me. I mean I was really focused on school and wanted nothing to do with relationships. You never told me how you did it.”

Wonwoo leaned in, “You really want to know.”

You leaned in also, “Tell me.”

He gave you a serious gaze, “I guess I just Wonwooed you.”

“EVERY TIME I SAY THAT YOU ALWAYS MAKE THE SAME PUN!” You fumed at the same response he had been giving you for the past year. Having enough of his cackling, you grab your drink and head out the door.

“Wait! Babe!” Wonwoo follows you out into the cold weather, “Come on you know I was just joking. You really wanna know.”

You stop walking, staring at him, you nod in response. Wonwoo steps closer, his height towering over you. He leans his head down, forehead bumping yours, noses brushing together, his lips taking in yours. It felt like an eternity before he pulled back, resting his head against yours.

He whispers, “I just Wooed you.”

Instead of fuming, an amused smile appears on your lips, “You know what? I wasn’t even surprised by that. I’m that used to you.”

Wonwoo take your hand into his, interlocking fingers, he listens to you talk about your day as you two walk to who knows where. His secret of that question sits in the back of his head, because in all honesty, it’s a mystery to him just as it is for you.

Send a number and a member (only Wonwoo and Seungcheol for now)

Flickers Of Gold

Yah, I’m not even sorry, I straight up feed off of daddy wrestlers and were-wrestlers. And I mean. Baron is the love of my life. So. HERE WE GO FRIENDS. Spoopy boopy.

Oh yeah, I should add. Warning. There’s gonna be smut. And cursing. And lots of clumsy space noodles. Mostly because I myself am a very clumsy, spacey person. Yeah. Nsfw. Like. Serious nsfw. So. HAPPY HALLOWEEN BABES.

Also tagging @hardcorewwetrash bc thirst party Saturday and Halloween. PLEASE LET ME KNOW HOW IT IS, I AM NOT 100% CONFIDENT IN MY SMUT WRITING, THANKS BUNCHES.


Shit, shit. Run, running, annnnd shit. Your thoughts swarmed around your head, your focus being lost as you found yourself tripping over your feet. Curse this stupid costume. It didn’t even make any sense, Red Riding Hood would never wear this, they didn’t even make dresses this short way back in the.. wait when did Red Riding Hood take place, wait, no this is not the time to be questioning Alexa and the costume forced upon you. Or was it… a deep growl erupted from the other room. Nope. No it wasn’t. Before you had the opportunity to get back up, you were face to face with a set of glowing yellow eyes.

What the hell was your life right now?


You took another look around, a shiver running up your spine as you felt as though you were being watched… again. Your feet moved a little faster as you went to find Alexa, one of the few people you had actually known before you made your recent debut in smackdown. Speak of the devil, you heard your name being spoke, seeing her begin to round the corner.

That’s when you tripped over one of the many wires that had been finding their way around the stadium. Before you could hit the ground however, you were saved. Your eyes drifted over the familiar gray shirt, partnered with the very familiar ‘End of Days,’ wolf, whom you named Douglas Wolfy the Third. Surprisingly, no one was a fan of the name. Weird. Wonder why him and Alexa were together. You beamed a bright smile up at him, not bothering to unravel yourself from his arms, a light blush dusting itself across your cheeks.

“You alright?” He whispered, his eyes flickering gold before switching back to their normal color. You let out a light gasp, before focusing back on the arms you were in. You gave a small nod in return.

“Thanks for saving me,” You let out a light laugh after hearing Alexa mutter 'again.’ You broke free of Baron’s gentle, yet restraining grasp as you made your way to Alexa’s side, completely oblivious to the knowing smirk Alexa had been giving Baron.

“So funny how Baron always seems to be around just as you’re about to hurt yourself,” sass dripped off of every word, as she raised an eyebrow towards one of her closest guy friends. Baron rolled his eyes, ignoring the sass master.

“My hero.” You let out a flirty giggle, maintaining the eye contact you held with Mr. Corbin himself. A scoff was the only response from your very own personal Harley Quinn look-a-like.

“Alright, we have to go shoot a promo,” Your eyes switched from the very obvious wolf daddy in front of you to the equally as daddy, Alexa Bliss to your side.

“Lead the way,” Your focus switched back from Baron’s quick changing eyes. You turned to wave a quick goodbye to said golden eyed man, but he was nowhere to be seen. Weird. Your attention faded back to Alexa as she begun to question you. Well. It was more like scolding you. Again.

“I don’t see why you don’t just tell him already,” She spoke, not giving you time to speak. “It has always been obvious to everyone that you have feelings for him,” he was another one of the people you had known back from your days in NXT. Another round of blush pushed itself onto your cheeks, as you went to chew on one of your nails nervously, only to have it smacked away. (HA get it, smackdown, smacked. I’m funny)

You hadn’t had the most normal history with the End of Days wrestler. The two of you had been close, almost disturbing close, before one day he just started avoiding you. It came out of nowhere really. Any time the two of you were even in the same room, he would bolt before you even had a chance to look in his direction. Your heart broke a bit more when he finally left for Smackdown, taking a small team of the people you had considered to be your closest friends with him.

When you had been added to the roster however, things changed. Baron had always been there whenever you were in a jam, whether it had been some creep hitting on you, to tripping over some unknown object. All the feelings you had for the man in the past came rushing back and hit you like a freight train.

But you refused to let your heart get broken again. You refused to fall in love with someone who was just going to abandon you for no good reason.

When you gave no response, a quick 'whatever,’ was thrown your way. You let out another light laugh, as you went off, deciding now to be the best time to run off, using the makeup artist given to you for your promo as an excuse.

Alexa rolled her eyes and you bounded away, making quick conversation with the seemingly nervous girl assigned to you. “Looks like it’s up to me to play match maker.” A smirk plastered itself onto Alexa’s face as walked away, eyes drifting towards a certain secret admirer.


Eyes drifted from the blonde in order to follow her, his woman, his mate, his. His jaw clenched forcing him to run his hand over his mouth. He had to bite back a groan as his nostrils filled with your scent. Images of your naked body writhing under him, begging him for more, fuck Baron, more, filled his thoughts, as the alpha inside him demanded he just make her his. His feet moved on their own, trailing after the scent that had been driving the damned beast inside him mad.

“Hold on,” he paused, not even having to turn around to see that stupid smirk plastered on her face. Why had he told her?

Oh yeah. Because they were friends. A groan of disapproval passed his lips as the scent began to fade further and further away. He turned to look at her, annoyance evident on his face.

“Don’t give me that look,” She snapped, walking to catch up with him. “How’s the big bad wolf doing in there?” She chuckled knowingly. Of course she knew. Besides Corey, Alexa was one of the few people Baron actually liked. She knew something was up the second Baron begun to avoid you back in their NXT days.

When she had found out that her beloved best friend was Baron’s mate, she couldn’t help but make it her personal mission to get them together. Though neither of you made it very easy, him with the stubborn “avoid until it goes away, but still be creepy and protective,” thing and you with the “I’m oblivious to the dude who is literally stalking me all the time,” thing.

“What do you want,” it came out as more of a demand than anything. Alexa let out a scoff, rolling her eyes along with it.

“Just what I said. How is wolf you doing? From my side, it looks like you’re about to, well.” She snapped her fingers together, her point being made. A growl was the only response she got.

“Testy, I was just wondering.” She turned on her heels, a plan already forming in her head. She’d be damned if they weren’t together by Halloween. Alexa turned to look behind her. She let out a chuckle as she saw the lack of 6'8 wrestler there, already knowing where he had gone.


“Alright, just tilt your head a little more to the left,” You followed, blushing slightly. For the Halloween promo, you had been asked to wear a costume that was a little shorter than used to. A flicker of gold caught your attention, causing your eyes to widen and your body to turn, trying to catch what it was. Eyes. You could’ve sworn they were eyes.

“Hey, sweetheart, back to me please.” Slowly you turned back towards the photographer, finishing the shoot quickly.

You were greeted by the makeup artist from before, as she walked with you back to your dressing room. As much as you tried to focus on the conversation in front of you, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being watched. While there were a few things wrong with this being watched thing, the main issue was this.

You kinda liked it.

You felt drawn to whoever the hell this person was. Like some big rig in the universe was telling you that you belonged together. Fate. A shiver rattled itself through your body as the tiny voice in the back of your head begged for it to be Baron. You quieted the small voice down as you were reminded that you had the next week, including Halloween day, off. You silently cheered, before saying a quick goodbye to the girl as you shut the door on your dressing room.


“I’m sorry, you want me to wear what?” The look on your face was pure bafflement, as Alexa held up the small dress paired with heels. And of course, a small basket.

“You’re going to be Little Red for Halloween.” A very obvious groan passed your lips, as you knew how stubborn Alexa could be. Before you could even question her, the costume was shoved into your arms.

“Hurry up and change. It’s Halloween night, we are going out, and you are going to meet someone.” She turned in order to wait on the couch for you, throwing a quick, 'get on with it,’ behind her. You groaned, your feet pulling themselves slowly to the bathroom in order to get ready.

An hour later, and you were in love. The costume, while shorter than appreciated, was adorable. Your eye makeup was left simple, as you had a deep red lipstick coating your lips. Your eyes followed your reflection, as you made your way out, a bit suspicious of the lack of Alexa’s sass as you got ready.

“Alright, you win, I guess it’s kind of cute,” You begun, turning towards the living room to be greeted by well. A minor inconvience.

There was a wolf. A huge fucking wolf. Laying on your couch. Cuss words racked around your brain as you made eye contact with it. Gold.

Shit, shit. Run, running, annnnd shit. Your thoughts swarmed around your head, your focus being lost as you found yourself tripping over your feet. Curse this stupid costume. It didn’t even make any sense, Red Riding Hood would never wear this, they didn’t even make dresses this short way back in the.. wait when did Red Riding Hood take place, wait, no this is not the time to be questioning Alexa and the costume forced upon you. Or was it.. a deep growl erupted from the other room. Nope. No it wasn’t. Before you had the opportunity to get back up, you were face to face with a set of glowing yellow eyes.

You looked all over, trying desperately to locate your best friend. She was nowhere to be found. Conclusion? She was eaten by the random fucking wolf. You let out a light whine, trying to stop yourself from shaking as you begun to slowly scoot your body back.

“N-nice puppy,” the wolf stared at you, staying where it was. “T-that’s a good boy, s-stay.”

A scream ripped itself from your throat as the wolf lunged at you. Your arms immediately went to cover your face.

“Alright, listen Wolfy! If I’m going to die, I’m gonna say the things I’ve always wanted to say, even if it’s just to you.” You slowly removed your arms from your face, as you had a stare down with said wolf. Dying really gave you a lot of confidence. The wolf tilted it’s head a bit before sitting. That’s when you noticed something in its mouth. Please don’t be a body part.

“A-alright. For starters, it was me that broke that one camera,” you confessed, in which the wolf gave you a very judging stare. “The wire was in the way, and I didn’t expect it to go down with me, okay?” You’re explaining yourself to a wolf. A. Fucking. Wolf. “Secondly, I actually like this costume a lot, it makes me look cute and I wish I could wear cute shit like this all the time.” Another judging stare. You proceeded to flip the wolf off. You took a deep breathe in, your voice becoming shakey as tears then begun to form in your eyes.

“L-lastly. I’ve been hopelessly in love with Baron Corbin for years and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t feel the same.” You carefully wiped at your eyes, not wanting to smudge your makeup. You were not going to be one of those people who died with smeared makeup.

What happened next came as a bit of a surprise. The wolf came up, dropped what he had in his mouth and begun to lick your face. I mean, you could be wrong, maybe he was just tasting you before he actually dug in, but it seemed he was well.. trying to console you.

Honestly, the wolf could not be anymore awkward if it tried. You chuckled a bit at the thought. An awkward with emotions wolf. Reminded you of a certain someone. The wolf stopped licking you, nudging the block with his nose.

A cellphone? It definitely wasn’t yours.. and it didn’t look like Alexa’s. Your confusion grew 3 sizes that day. You gently tapped the home button, revealing a picture that Alexa had secretly taken of you and Baron back in your NXT days. Immediately a smile pushed itself onto your lips as you admired the picture lovingly.

Password. Shit. The damn thing needed a password. Your eyes drifted back to the wolf. Was the thing blushing? Can wolves even do that?? It stood, going back to the living room, before coming back with a piece of paper. You could barely make out the numbers do to the sloppy nature of the scribbles. Punching the numbers in, the phone made a click sound as it unlocked, revealing a video and a play button.

Weird. Okay. You looked at the wolf with yet another confused expression. He nudged at your hand with his nose, before laying down, his head resting on your lap. Your fingers gently played with the wolf’s fur, as you gripped the phone tightly. Pressing the play button only created more confusion.

“Shit, okay, listen to me, I know you’re probably freaking out,” Baron. It was Baron. What the hell was going on. “I-I got too comfortable. Should’ve seen it coming. Place reeks of you. That sounds bad. No, you don’t smell bad babygirl. Just. Your scent drives me crazy and-” he let off a light growl, his eyes flickering between his normal brown ones to a golden color. You knew you weren’t crazy. “Fuck, okay, this is gonna sound, shit. Gonna sound crazy but it’s me. The mutt is me. I’ll be back to normal in a few hours, but shit. Just. Don’t be scared. Please, I’m begging you, I won’t hurt you, won’t hurt mate, won’t hurt-” the phone cut off, the video feed dying off. You dropped the phone to the ground, your fingers pausing, your eyes staring holes into the wolf, Baron.. shit, this was really Baron.

“U-um. So you’re a wolf. A werewolf.” You did it. You said it out loud. And it honestly sounded just as crazy as you thought it would. You withdrew your hand from his head, using it to cover your face as you hung your head.

Thoughts swarmed around your head until. Shit. You told the wolf you loved Baron. You told Baron you loved Baron. Your head snapped up, a blush covering the entirety of your face as you stared at wolf Baron.

“Oh god,” you groaned. You stood from your place on the floor, moving towards the sink to get a much needed glass of water. “I think I’m going to vomit.” You confessed to the love of your life. This is not how you planned it. This isn’t what you hoped for at all, not even in the slightest. You heard the sound of paws papping against the kitchen floor, figuring Baron was walking towards you. You felt his head nudging gently at your stomach, a whine erupting from his throat.

Your hand drifted back towards the head that was now buried into your side, running your fingers through the thick gray fur. A light chuckle bubbled past your lips. This is crazy. This is insane.

You just needed to sleep it off. This was crazy. You just needed to close your eyes, and think. Your stomach did another flip. Where was he going to sleep? He couldn’t exactly go home looking like that.

“W-well, I’m going to go head to bed. Um. J-just make yourself comfy,” thatta girl, you got this. You downed the rest of your water before leaving said wolf in the kitchen. You slipped out of the small dress you had on, throwing on a random t-shirt. Well, that was the plan anyway. Until wolf Baron came in, nudging something into your hands. A black tshirt. A would be a dress on you black tshirt. One eyebrow was raised as the wolf started to tug on the tshirt you were currently wearing. You swatted him away, chanting and 'Alright, alright’ as you retreated to the bathroom to quickly change.

Wolf Baron was sitting in front of the door by the time you got out. You held your arms out sarcastically, doing a little twirl. “Happy Alpha?” You scoffed out. He let out a huff, licking your thigh a bit at the use of the nickname. Immediately you found yourself climbing into your bed, your arms wrapping around one of your pillows. As your eyes begun to close, you felt the bed bend, then something heavy laying itself on your leg. Yup. This was great. Not making you nervous at all. Nope.


You whined yet again, tossing and turning had been the curse of tonight’s sleep. You just couldn’t get out of your own head. You immediately froze at the sound of a deep groan. Arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you closer until you were against what felt like a wall. “Babe. Just go to sleep.” A deep mumble filled your ears. You turned in the arms, face to face with a bare chest. You suddenly smacked his chest, excitement filling your bones. He’s back. Eyes shot open, another groan filling the room as he released you, turning on his back. “Shit, woman, I am trying to sleep.” You sat up on the bed.

“You’re back!” You exclaimed happily, only to revert back to shyness as you remembered your confession. “I- I mean.. do you remember anything?” He watched you from the corner of his eye, a tired smile forming on his face. You got her man, she loves you. Just gotta make it official. You went to bite your nail, only to have it taken away.

“Don’t bite your nails,” Another tired mumble. He rolled over on his side, pulling you by your hand back into his chest. Arms immediately wrapped around your waist. “I remember things for the most part. Some stuff is blurry,” one of his hands began to trace gently up and down your thigh.

“I remember Alexa leaving,” ha, so he didn’t eat her. “Should’ve known what she was doing. Worked though.” He scoffed, resting his chin on top of your head, his hands moving further up, forcing the shirt you had been wearing to ride up a bit. “Remember you tripping. Tried to see if you were okay.” Of course, you forgot you had tripped. “Guess ’m not so good at communicating like that.” A quick nod was your response, as you begun to gently trace over his chest piece.

“Remember you breaking the camera,” he let out a deep chuckle as you whispered a quick 'shut up,’ afterwards. “Most important, I remember you love me.” Your fingers froze, as his hand moved to grab a gentle hold of your chin as he tilted your head up. His voice grew quieter as your eyes were glued to his. His lips hovered closely over yours. “I love you too. Have for years.”

You moved quickly, lips attacking his as you poured years of passion into this one kiss. Your first. Certainly not your last. Baron moved gently, worrying that this, whatever spell it was, would break if he so much as moved the wrong way. You now lay on your back, his giant form hovering over yours as you tangled your fingers into his hair, relishing in the fact that it wasn’t in a bun for once. One arm was used to hold himself up, as the other kept an almost bone crushing grip on your waist, your shirt now revealing your bare stomach, and a deep red pair of lace panties.


“B-baron,” it came out as more of a whimper than anything, as his lips moved, placing playful kisses and nibbles on your neck. You blushed as you thought over earlier that night. “M-my alpha.” His gentle nibbles and kisses stopped. A deep groan left him partnered with the fuck word.

Another whimper left your lips and Baron bit down on your neck, deliberately working on leaving on a mark of some sort. His hands slowly drifted from your waist down to your now soaked panties, working themselves in.

Shivers ran through your body as his fingers gently rubbed at your love button, the moan that had been bubbling in your throat finally bursting.

“I’ve got you. Shit, alpha’s got you.” His eyes burned holes into your skin, watching your body, soaking in the way your hips moved, trying to find something, anything, as long as it was him, to fill you.

He removed his fingers, smirking down at you when you whimpered at the loss. The tshirt that had been covering you was removed with ease, leaving you bare in your red panties. He let out of a groan of approval, drinking in the sight of your naked body quivering underneath him. He shushed you down, kisses bruising your lips.

“My beautiful mate. ’m gonna take care of you.” He placed loving kisses slowly down your chest, carefully removing the last piece of cloth on your body as he did so. He bit down when he had reached your hips, a light chuckle leaving him when they had bucked back towards him. Marks were left behind as he trailed down your leg, spreading them slowly with his hands.

Gentle, teasing kisses were placed on the insides of your thighs, your fingers burying themselves in his thick hair as antbicipation grew. You were never one to resort to begging, but God dammit, you had waited for this for so long, you needed it, you needed him.

“Baron, please just, I need you,” You threw your head back, leaning it against the pillow as he continued to slowly kiss up and down the inside of your thigh, his lips continously ghosting over your flower, but never delving further.

“Such a pretty little pussy,” he mumbled against your thigh, placing one last final kiss there, before his lips left a quick, sloppy kiss on your clit. The hand buried in his hair tightened it’s grip as Baron allowed his tongue to slide tentatively through your slick. His deep groans rumbled throughout the room. “Taste so good. Fuck.” You let out a moan of approval as his hands quickly ridded of his own boxers, one hand jerking his hard, throbbing member, while the other had a bruising grip on your thigh.

His tongue delved in, burying itself inside your clit without warning. The teasing control Baron had before was quickly dissolving, as he withdrew his tongue, gently biting your clit before going back to using his tongue.

His hand left his cock, as it drifted up to your other thigh, pushing your legs further apart in order to have a deeper angle. His hands also worked to hold you down, as the anticipation began to overtake you, the bubble in your stomach about to burst.

“So close, Baron, shit, please,” Your words began to jumble together as you came closer and closer to the first orgasm of the night. You whined out as you tried to move your hips closer, only to have the grip on your thighs grow tighter as they were held down.

His name became chants on your lips as you finally unraveled, your body shivering in delight. Baron lightly licked up once more after you had finally come down, your hips twitching as you were still sensitive from the earlier onslaught. He used to back of his hand to wipe away the excess slick around his mouth, before he crashed his lips against yours in a heated kiss. You tasted yourself on his lips and tongue as he pushed it into your mouth, easily winning dominance over you.

He rested his forehead against yours, his rapid breathes intertwining with yours. His eyes bore into yours, asking, no begging for permission. His voice was hoarse as he croaked out a simple please. You nodded quickly, leaning up to place one more gentle kiss on his lips, further confirming your approval.

“I love you,” he whispered, aligning himself before he began to slowly push into you. He was big. Bigger than you had ever had before. Your eyes closed as he started to fill you up. “Look at me,” His voice was firm yet gentle at the same time. “Come on babygirl, I need you to look at me.” His voice was quiet as his fingers ran up and down your waist gently, before placing a hold on it.

You opened your eyes, forcing them to stay open as he begun to move again, burying himself up to the hilt. An almost animalistic growl left his throat, as he buried his head in the crook of your neck. Before he could, you saw his eyes had turned a beautiful golden color.

You gently rubbed Baron’s back, letting him know that he could move, which he did slowly. You bit back a moan as his hips begun to move a bit faster, as if testing the waters.

“Baron, don’t hold back,” you were beginning to grow frustrated with the gentle pace he was taking. Using that frustration, you quickly decided that to make him animalistic, you would need to appeal to that side of him. “Please, baby, shit, my alpha, ple-” you let out a small yelp before letting out an accidental moan as his thrusts became rougher, hitting deeper than before.

“Mate’s so warm, so God damn tight, fuck,” he leaned up, his eyes looking down at yours. His grunts turned to growls as your fingers raked down his back. The bed shook beneath you, the headboard slapping against the wall as his thrusts turned more animalistic the louder your moans and chants became. He threw one leg over his shoulder as he begun to hit at a deeper angle. You felt a familiar bubble begin to form.

A loud groan erupted from him mixing with your name as your muscles clenched around him. “Not gonna last much longer if you keep doing that,” he grunted out, using two fingers to rub circles on your clit as he continued to thrust into you.

“Gotta feel you cum baby, come on,” His encouragements made the knot inside you tighten, as you moved your hips, trying to match his rough ones. “Cum for me babygirl, cum on my cock.” You mewled in pleasure at his words, finally allowing yourself to let go, your orgasm shifting through your body once again.

A deep moan rumbled from his lips as he felt you tighten around his cock, wetting it with your cum. You whimpered lightly, your pussy more sensitive than before as he continued rocking into you after your orgasm fell.

“Where do you want it,” His teeth were gritted together, his thrusts becoming sloppier by the second.

“I-inside, please Baron, I want to fe-” A mind numbing kiss was pressed to your lips, immediately shutting you up. You moaned against his lips, your eyes drifting down to the erotic scene of his hips meeting yours.

His cock stayed buried deep inside you, mixtures of curse words and your name fell from his lips as he emptied himself into you. After he was finished, he moved to his back, pulling you with him. He carefully pulled himself out, groaning at the loss of warmth. You whined a bit, now feeling empty. You looked up, watching Baron’s golden eyes turn back to the brown color you had fallen for. His eyes moved towards your face, a rare smile lighting up his features.

You let out a light laugh, placing a quick kiss against his chest, before snuggling into it.

“Tired?” His chest rumbled as he spoke quietly, trying to stay in this moment as long as humanly possible. You nodded slightly, mumbling a quick 'mhm,’ back at him. His lips found the top of your head, as he placed a loving kiss there.

“I love you,” he whispered after a few seconds of silence. You moved to look up at him, his expression looking almost worrisome. You smiled at him lovingly, your lips moving up to meet his.

“I love you too, my alpha.” You let out a loud laugh as he smirked, pressing playful kisses to your face and neck.

Lord knows you’re going to have to get used to this whole werewolf thing. But right now, in this moment, you felt safe. Loved. With him, you knew everything was going to be okay. His eyes flickered gold.

“Round 2,” he mumbled out, chuckling as you groaned tiredly.

Oh yeah. You were going to be just fine.

anonymous asked:

A SCENARIO of sanji,kidd,ace and Kai walking on a street only to hear someone comment about their girlfriend sexually and planning to sexually assault her

I'm not going to exaggerate the whole sexual assault part because that’s kind of a trigger but the rest I can do.

(female pronouns and bad words, kiddies.)


The Straw Hat crew had just docked at an island, Nami and Robin having decided to go shopping, Zoro attempting to find a blacksmith shop, Usopp heading off to a gardening store to get supplies for his pop green, Franky going to buy more cola, Luffy staying behind to watch the ship, and Chopper went to buy more medical supplies. Sanji and ____ had decided to go stock up on food for the crew, walking hand-in-hand towards the market.

“Sanji, I’m going to stop by that café over there,” ____ said while pointing towards the said café. “Ok, ____-swan. I’ll meet you there in a minute.” She pecked his cheek, “See you in a minute then!” He watched her form enter the café before turning towards the stand that he was purchasing from.

True to his word, he had finished his purchase and was entering the café a minute later. However, he was in no way pleased with the scene before him. ____ was leaning against the counter, waiting patiently for her order. A group of burly men were admiring his love from where she stood, the words they spoke sent anger coursing through his body.

“That’s one nice piece of ass, if I do say so myself,” one of the dead men said, tapping one of his dead buddies. His buddy agreed, stating, “I wonder what that pretty face of hers would look like choking on my dick.” The group laughed heartily, another one speaking up for the crowd, “I don’t know, but we should find out.”

Diable Jambe.”

In an instant, the dead group of men where sprawled on the floor, covered in bruises and their own blood and splinters from the all but destroyed table. ____ jumped from the sudden attack, but calmed down when she saw her boyfriend glaring at the men laying on the ground. The owner had just handed ____ their order of coffee, but had frozen in surprise and what would be anger. Quickly, Sanji and ____ ran out of the café, the owner chasing them outside and threatening them for not paying for the damages and ____’s order. The couple ran down the street, ____ laughing and oblivious to what had taken place. They were able to reach a stopping point, his lovely S/O still giggling. He pecked their soft lips gently.

“Next time, ____, I’m coming with you.”

“Whatever you say, love.”

Eustass Kid:

lol them bitches be dead

____ had been gone for, what Kid felt, way too long. In reality it had only been five minutes since she left the ship but to Kid it felt like hours. He turned to Killer, “I’m gonna go see what that dumbass has gotten herself into.” Killer tried to stop his captain, “But Kid, she just left-”

“Dammit Killer, I’m going already!”

Kid made his way towards the direction he watched his girlfriend head, her (h/c) head bobbling up and down as he trailed behind at a safe distance. He walked into a local pub after seeing her walk in, sitting down at one of the tables while she settled on a barstool. There was another group of pirates sitting at a table in front of him, and he noticed that they had their eyes set on his girlfriend. It annoyed him a little bit, but he didn’t want ____ to notice he was there. He heard, what appeared to be the captain, say to his crew:

“That is one hell of a woman.”

Hah, you don’t know the half of it,’ Kid thought, smirking as he thought about the said woman. He was pulled from his thoughts as one of the crew stood up, “I bet I could get a piece of that ass, watch me.” The captain laughed at his crewmate, “Save some for us!” Kid wasn’t stupid, he knew what that meant. And he was damned if he was going to let them touch something that belonged to him. 


____ jumped as a man went flying past her face, and crashing through the wall behind the bar. She knew it was Kid, it always was. She had every intention of beating the man bloody herself, she wasn’t deaf, but Kid had followed her and beat her to it. The said pirate threw her over his shoulder, storming out of the bar with his woman in his arms. ____ huffed in defiance, rolling her eyes at her overprotective boyfriend. She smiled, somehow finding the whole thing adorable.

“‘Love you, Eustass.”

“Yea whatever.”

Portgas D. Ace:

The Whitebeard Pirates had temporarily anchored at an island to rest, and Ace had decided to be a good boyfriend and buy ____ something nice from the island. He found a jewelry store, and decided that it would probably be his best bet. After spending probably 20 minutes looking for something that had insane wow factor, he settled on a silver chain necklace with a teardrop shaped diamond pendant. He had to pay out the ass, but it was worth it. He stepped out of the jewelry store, stretching in the sunlight.

His ears twitched, and he focused on some conversation amongst a group of older and possibly intoxicated men. One of them caught the attention of their friends, “Hey, you know the Whitebeard Pirates have docked here right?” Another man grinned, “Are you serious? I wonder if that girl’s on board…what’s her name again?” This caught Ace’s attention, because other than Pops’s nurses ____ was the only woman on their ship.

“I think her name was ____. Apparently, she’s quite the woman.”

Ace was afraid of that, and decided to listen to their conversation further even though he could already feel the anger bubbling in the pit of his stomach. Another man spoke up, “I wonder if she’s out in the town? I hope she is.”

“And what would you do if she was, you dumbass?” another man said. The man growled, “I’d show her what it means to be a woman!” His buddies laughed at him, the one who called the man a dumbass spoke again, “Well when you do, don’t forget your friends need some TLC too.” The group began laughing again.

Fire Fist.”

Ace had had enough of the drunkards’ antics, speaking about his girlfriend in such disgusting ways drove him up the wall. He turned away from the burnt men, pushing through the crowd that had gathered to see the commotion.

He hoped ____ would like the necklace he bought her. After all, he did have to pay out the ass.

Kai Smith:

(fun fact Kai’s last name is Smith. Get it? Because his dad’s a blacksmith?)

The fire ninja had decided to take a walk around Ninjago City after the hell they had gone through recently. The whole Morro business was over and done with, Nya had unlocked her True Potential, Cole was still a ghost, and Lloyd was basically a sensei now.

He was glad to know that through all of the shit they went through, he had ____ to keep him sane. Speaking of ____, she was hanging out with Nya doing the things that girls do. While walking down the streets, he decided to stop at a bar for a drink or two before he started heading back to the others.

Plopping onto a barstool, the bartender asked him what he wanted. “Rum and Cola please,” he replied. He really only went to bars to listen to the other patrons, and before ____, he’d look for someone to take home for the night. He focused on a large group of guys who were laughing and speaking very loudly.

“You know those ninja right?” one of the men said, chugging down what seemed to be just a regular beer. One of his friends slapped the back of the man’s head, “Who doesn’t you dumbass?” this question causing the group to laugh again. Kai slightly turned his head towards the group, looking at them from the corner of his eye. “Well then, dumbass, you should know about that one chick ____.” Kai began to not only lose interest, but he was beginning to lose his cool. What good could these drunks have to say about ____?

“I’ve only seen a glimpse of her, but what I can say is she’d look damn good if she didn’t wear anything at all.”

“She’s got a nice rack, that’s for damn sure.”

The group began laughing again, and Kai didn’t realize he was squeezing his glass until it shattered. He stepped off the barstool, approaching the man who kept talking about his girlfriend.

Ninja. Go.”

In about five seconds, the group was beaten, bloody, and very much unconscious. Kai threw the amount of money for his drink onto the bar, and exited the business.

He was going to have one hell of a story for when he got back to the Bounty.

Name:  Kevin Turnage
Star Sign:  Water Rabbit
Gender:  Male, wait… yep, male.
Height:  6’ 4" ish
Sexual Orientation:  Yes
Favorite Color:  Pre-dawn with coffee.
Time Right Now:  I have no idea when you are reading this. :)
Current Location: about 25,000 light-years from the galactic center, and 25,000 light-years away from the outer rim- roughly. 
Average Hours of Sleep: 4
Lucky Number(s):  whichever ones win the lottery on my quick picks.
Last Thing I Googled:  Where Earth is located in the galactic plane.
Number of Blankets I Sleep Under: Two quilts, naked as a jay bird.
Favorite Fictional Characters:  Louis Gridley Wu, Lone Watie, Forest Gump. 
Favorite Book: The Crazy Glasspecker (David Dodge)
Favorite Artists/Bands: Iron and Wine, James Taylor, Muddy Waters, Charlie Parker, Led Zeppelin, Barry Manilow,  nobodys perfect.
Dream Job: Professional loafer.
What I’m Wearing: Xena costume. Oh, and a smirk. 
Random Fact: In 1993, San Francisco held a referendum over whether a police officer called Bob Geary was allowed to patrol while carrying a ventriloquist’s dummy called Brendan O’Smarty. He was.
When Did You Create Your Blog?: March 2013
Do You Have Other Blogs?: burnsaflame.
Who Is Your Most Active Follower?: I don’t have followers, just friends.
What Made You Get A Tumblr?:  In order to derive erotic gratification from admiring my own mental attributes. (it was an accident) 
Do You Get Asks On A Daily Basis?: Nope, no love.
Why Did You Choose Your URL?: It was originally named after a biker club I started, “Cherokee ghost riders” then changed to what it is now.
I Was Tagged By: nathensurman
I am Taggingpurplemonkeysexgod69:-  Just him, because it will irritate the shit out of him.

First of all, look how cute Kara/Melissa is on that gif 😍

That being said, I made a short list of people that make my days brighter. Some really good friends, and others that I just love and admire from afar :3

(in alphabetical order)

Big Three:

@aleksdanver - Editor-In-Chief, Light of my Life ♥
@liiillith - My Precious Human, My Heterosexual Half™ ♥
@monwinn - Gay Twin Bro, King of Supporting me ♥


@izzysophialightwoods - Actual Disney Princess ♥
@kinkylena - Queen of Snapchat Filters ♥
@lesbianlena - I don’t know her.gif ♥
@luthoring - Their Royal Gayness™ ♥
@mechanicsofamess - Actual Angel ♥
@potstickersftw - I see you commenting on my fics, I see you ♥

[Oprah’s voice] You get a heart. YOU get a heart. Everyone gets a heart. (I just love everyone okay)

Home of sexuals, and others:

@agentdanver // @agentgroves // @a-jedi-in-purgatory // @alexedanvers // @allmyinhibitions // @alyciadayumcareys // @bayliey // @blxx-m // @clonchi // @coniehaus // @copsawyer // @cosmoslions // @danverscanaries // @do-chicks // @drama-bob // @dvnvers // @eldrewand // @elizabethwolf // @elizasanvers // @eliza-taylor-cotter // @ellamasarms // @emilyjunk // @faithbethhyden // @floorplan91 // @fluent-in-lesbianism // @gaycanary // @gayverlyearp // @glassesanddreads // @hedawolf // @highwaytohell-a // @iboughtafuckingateau // @incorrectsupergirl // @in-zes // @jewvian // @jilliannholtzman // @just-impolite // @justprincesssarcasm // @karaluthors // @kara-luthors // @katemcgraths // @katjemcgrath // @kmckinnon // @krystalgoderitch // @laradanvers // @lenaluthers // @logicalwarrior // @maggaysawyer // @majesticlexa // @medphin // @melissabinoist // @michaelaconlin // @mindfullofstories // @missdontcare-x // @natasi // @ohmyheda // @orngepeel // @petitetimidgay // @problematictv // @ren-mccullers // @rumplestiltskin // @sh00t // @silvaalarcon // @siobhansmythe // @supercorpppp // @superskara // @tatianathevampireslayer // @thegaydanvers // @thrillerwillroll // @tinathebat // @unicyclehippo // @wanheding // @wildsanvers // @wilowwa // @wlws // @yourvoicematters

And a huge thank you to the rest of my mutuals (I’d name you all but there’s literally 500) and my precious followers. I love you all so much ♥

CS ff: Fetch (1/1)

Pairing: Captain Swan

Rating: K-9 (you’ll get that bad joke in a sec… sorry!)

Summary: Emma is meeting Killian on the Jolly Roger to help him settle in and they are interrupted by a guest. 

Notes: This is a little fic for scribblecat27 in honor of her birthday! I could not have been happier to participate—Sarah has become very dear to me this year. Her support of my own brand of fan art has been invaluable to my success, and she’s also a riot. Happy Birthday to you, Sarah! Have some domestic!CS with a little dog shenanigans thrown in for good measure. 

Links: AO3 / FF.net

The Jolly Roger had only been safely moored in Storybrooke for a few hours when Killian moved out of Granny’s and back into his quarters aboard ship. He’d already turned away Smee and the remainder of his former crew, telling them his ship was no longer in the pirate business, and to go make something of themselves in this world. This information was less than pleasing to most of them, but he didn’t care. The Jolly Roger was his, and there would be no further discussion about it. Captain’s last order.

Blackbeard may not have had much respect for Killian, but, like any captain worth his salt, he did for his ship. Actual damage was nonexistent, but the lingering stench of the bastard was still clinging to the wood and sails, and he wanted it gone. Killian had spent the last couple of days cleaning and reorganizing, making it his own again, and checking to make sure nothing of value was missing.

Aside from removing all traces another person had captained the Jolly Roger, he wanted to make his home welcoming for Emma and perhaps discuss the possibility of her moving here, with him. Henry could have the crew’s quarters to himself when he wasn’t with Regina, and the three of them could have a place of their own. A happy ending, indeed.

“Ahoy, Captain! Permission to come aboard?” Emma called out.

Killian smiled at her use of ship etiquette, and climbed up the ladder to the freshly swabbed deck. He’d just finished washing up and changing out of his sweaty shirt after a full day of cleaning.

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"Out sick" zootopia Drabble #16

“Out Sick”

Judy rushed to Nick’s apartment as soon as she saw his message on her phone. He was sick, and with him being a fox, a simple cold could turn disastrous if not treated right away. She was carrying three plastic bags filled with remedies and food for Nick to try. It was a good thing that she didn’t have to come in to work that day. She climbed the metal staircase of his apartment complex. He lived in the most shady part of town, and Judy hated it. There was trash tossed about, vagabonds living in unsanitary conditions and shifty mammals peering out of broken blinds in their homes. Judy quickly located his apartment, and upon entering the cramped studio apartment cringed at the mess that greeted her. Locking the door behind, she saw unwashed clothes carelessly thrown on the wooden floor. The smell from the dirty clothes was horrendous to the point that she had to cover her nose to prevent herself from gagging.Making her way to his kitchen, she saw dirty grimy pots on his stove covered in grease, and stacks of unwashed dishes left on the counter next to the sink. The garbage was filled to the brim with fast food containers and packaging from microwavable meals. Judy couldn’t believe that he lived this way. She opened the door to his bedroom, and was immediately met with the sound of coughing.
She found Nick on his bed, buried under a pile of thick blankets. His eyes were closed, making her believe he was asleep. His face was flushed all the way up to his ears, and his breath came out as a wheeze. He let out a set of harsh coughs, causing Judy to quickly come up to him.

“Oh Nick, your cold is worse now…” She said gently. Setting the bags aside, she placed her paw on his head. She pulled away as if she had touched a hot stove. She dug into her bag and took out a washcloth, walked into the messy bathroom next to his room, and ran cold water over the cloth.
The moment the cool washcloth was placed on his head he let out a soft sigh.
He was sweating profusely, covering his pillow with sticky sweat as a result of the amount of blankets on top of him and his fever. With a toss, Judy removed the thick sheets. She grabbed a clean thin sheet from his closet and placed it down near his feet. She shook her head, finding him still dressed in his pants, Hawaiian shirt and tie. The smell of B.O stung her nostrils, making her retch. She opened his dresser beside his bed and found a clean blue pajama shirt.

“This will do.” she smiled, and gave him a glance. All she had to do was unbutton his shirt and give him the new- she suddenly wrung the shirt in her paws. A small blush grew as she thought about it. Undressing Nick? That seems a little….intimate.She shook her head. No, it’s not that weird, I’m just taking off his shirt. It smells! I can’t just let him continue wearing it.
With a deep breath and a clear head, she sat down at edge beside him, her fingers going to work. The buttons were easy to undo, though propping him up long enough to get his arms out of the shirt took some effort. Laying him back down on the bed and tossing his shirt to the floor, Judy realized that his torso was fully exposed, and her cheeks heated up at the fact. She placed her paws over her eyes instinctively.

Ugh come on Judy… She mentally told herself. You can do it, it’s not like you haven’t seen him shirtless before.

With a breath, she lowered her paws. She grabbed his pajama shirt and slowly put in his arms. It was like dressing a large doll, seeing as his arms laid limp for her to put in his sleeves. She tossed the thin sheet over him, covering all of him except his head and neck. She removed the wet washcloth and placed a paw on his forehead, feeling that his temperature had gone down a little bit.
Nick’s eyes opened halfway, and he peered up at Judy. She sweetly smiled down at him.

“Hey Nick, how are you feeling?” She whispered, running her fingers down his cheek. He stared at her as if he had never met her before. She raised her brow. “Nick…you okay? Are you hungry? I can make you some soup if you want.”

He blinked slowly at her and smacked his dry lips.

“Are you thirsty?” She asked, leaning down closer to him. “Does your throat hurt? I have some medicine.”

He closed his eyes, letting out a soft wheeze as he shook his head at her.

“No?…what do you want? I’m here to help, you know.”

He opened his mouth slightly. “S-soup…”

“Got it.” She placed the washcloth back on his forehead and left his side,grabbing one of the plastic bags and setting it on the kitchen counter. She had to vigorously scour a few pots to boil the broth and cook the noodles. In between the prep time she began to clean his disgusting studio. Like her fellow rabbits, Judy had a knack for cleanliness, and seemed to have an instinctive compulsion to fix anything that was out of order.
Sometime later, she admired her masterpiece, wiping sweat from her brow. The floor was shined, free from garbage and clothes. His shirts were washed, folded, and neatly put away, and the dirty dishes had been washed and put away in the cabinets. She even had had time to wipe and dust his furniture, making sure everything had a “shine” once he woke up.
She poured the vegetable soup into a small bowl, followed by the thin noodles. She carried the hot bowl underneath a cool plate to Nick.
Dry coughs came out of his mouth, causing him to weakly lift his neck in the hope of catching his breath. His head fell back on the pillow with a plop.

“Nick, I made you some vegetable soup.” She said gently, and he gave her the biggest scowl he could muster in his condition, which more resembled a small frown”, as he dislikes vegetables. She knew he hated eating vegetables, but when it came to a cold, helping him get the proper nutrients to aid his recovery was of the utmost importance. “At least try it…I promise you’ll like it.”
She stirred the soup with a silver spoon, making it cool enough for him to drink. She inched the spoon over to his mouth, making him sip the liquid. He swallowed and immediately began coughing. He made a retching noise, making her fear that he might discard his stomach contents all over the floor. She let out a sigh of relief once his head fell back on the pillow. She had to make him eat and drink plenty of fluids. She had always known that he had a weak immune system, but this was the first that a cold had left him weak and vulnerable. She gave him another spoonful and he took it willingly. He drank about half of the soup until he couldn’t lift his head anymore.
Judy set the soup aside and removed the washcloth.

“Get some rest, Nick…I’ll check on you later.” She pulled away from him, only to feel a weak hold around her wrist. She stopped and whirled back to Nick, wondering what else he might need. He glanced at her weakly and opened his mouth.

“…I love you.”

Judy eyes widened and her jaw suddenly went loose, resulting in a slight gape. On very rare occasions, depending on the mood of the situation, Nick uttered those three words to her. This was the third time that he had ever said it. She closed her mouth and placed his paw back on the bed. He closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep, failing to notice her small fingers stroking at his whiskers.

“I love you too….” she replied with a small smile.

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anonymous asked:

hello it is I asshole anon and remember how tony probably grew up hearing stories of steve and bucky, because howard can't stop reminiscing about the good old days and erskine's brilliance and tony tries and tries to be as impressive to his father as erskine was but he never manages it, and then his parents die and he's tortured and he finds out that his father was killed by the man who he admired, on orders from the organization he helped to found? that must have hurt a lot, huh? kk ily bye <3

give! tony! a! break! please just let him rest for like one movie

about the “war hero” line

Those of you who have also watched The Force Awakens upwards of a half-dozen times probably remember the line I’m referring to, where Finn and Rey realize they’re on the Millennium Falcom with Han Solo. I’ve heard a podcast or two mention how fitting it is that Rey recognizes Han as a smuggler rather than a key figure in the Rebellion, but by the look of things it seems I’m the first person to point out how interesting it is for Finn to immediately refer to him as a war hero.

Scope this passage in the junior novelization (from Finn’s perspective, immediately after Poe tells him why they’re going back to Jakku, referring to Luke Skywalker) - 

The name hung in the air like a ghost. A ghost everyone in the First Order, from the lowest tech to the most decorated admiral, had been taught to loathe.

Loathe, even! Obviously Luke is going to be the #1 villain from the FO’s perspective, but it’s a fair assumption that Han (or any other Empire-thwarting character of note) wouldn’t be given a glowing review from that particular propaganda machine.

By this point of the film (heck, by less than five minutes into it) we know that Finn’s not the typical stormtrooper, but it’s still a bit of a shock to hear literally the 9th and 10th words he says about Han (I pulled up the script and counted, y’all, don’t doubt that I did) be “war hero”.

There’s three major possible conclusions we can draw from this:

  • Finn’s decision not to shoot in the beginning represents a sudden reversal of his concept of good/evil, he determines that if the First Order is bad then people they singled out as particularly awful are actually pretty great.
  • Finn independently came to the conclusion that Han was a heroic figure even before running away, and has been keeping that definitely-not-Phasma-approved opinion to himself.

That second one’s less likely, considering his section in Before the Awakening where his main concerns about the First Order revolve around the unfair treatment of non-combatants rather than any ideological criticisms, but it leaves plenty of room for the third and IMHO most interesting possibility:

  • Finn, for an unknown but potentially very long amount of time, has followed the philosophy that “hero” is a relative term. Even when he adhered to the beliefs the First Order taught him he understood that, from other perspectives, people he was taught to see as “villains” would be seen as “heroes”. Upon flipping the First Order a TIE-Fighter-sized bird, he adjusts his own assessment of Han accordingly.

I don’t think future canon will address that line specifically (it was clearly just put in to set up Chewbacca’s amusing shrug-and-”yeah sure”), but if/when we get more insight into Finn prior to the events of TFA I really hope there’s an exploration of any of this stuff, because otherwise I’ve just written 400+ words about a single line in a movie, which is a much higher concentration of meta than my body can actually handle.

anonymous asked:

Spock beaming down to a planet that expects him to bring his partner for reasons necessary for negotiations. Jim just stands up grinning in a my time has come sort of way as he goes to get matching customised wedding bands

An uncomfortable silence loomed in the captain’s quarters as Jim stared at the blank terminal screen. It persisted for what felt like an eternity while he pondered with pursed lips the additional orders that had just been issued to him from Admiral Komack. Finally, his eyes raised to Spock standing on the other side of his desk, and he got to his feet. He turned off the monitor and then his hands lifted to dock at his hips, just beneath the gold tunic.

Jim leaned his head back, peering at Spock. “Why?” His brows pulled inward, openly expressing his curiosity. “Why does Starfleet insist on complicating this process? I understand this is the way of Bynaus, but to impose that on Federation delegates…”

Spock was standing stiffly with his hands clasped behind his back. Once Jim trailed off, he stepped in. “The Bynars are said to live in pairs from the moment they are born. It appears they are never separated. Perhaps being approached by many will have adverse effects on our diplomatic efforts.”

Jim hummed, letting his eyes wander to the floor in thought for a moment. “Yes, I remember the intelligence report, Mister Spock.” He hadn’t uttered that in annoyance; rather, Jim was more pensive than anything. Their gazes met again. “So, Command believes they would be more receptive to only two of us arriving for the negotiations, instead of our usual team of five. Two on two, then.”

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Leonard wished he could disappear into himself, or start running and never look back. But he’d tried that once, so he knew better. And right now he didn’t think he could get far anyway. So instead, he stayed silent, rubbing his arms and trying to focus on the cars going past. But there just weren’t that many of them, and the ones that were slowing down were slowing down for the tall, leggy girls in mini-skirts and stiletto heels. The crowd he got business from didn’t usually start coming around until midnight, but Marcus had made him go out early tonight. So even though it was only ten o'clock–and he really didn’t want to do this–he paced the curb, trying to attract a customer.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Marcus leaning against the back of his van, arms crossed, watching with a scowl. Leonard knew he should be trying harder. He was in enough trouble as it was. So when the black car actually started slowing down, he plastered on his best smile and moved towards it, hoping against hope that whoever it was would a) take him up and b) not want anything too terribly unpleasant.

To his surprise–and alarm–the motor cut off and the front doors of the car opened. The man in the driver’s seat was an older man with salt-and-pepper hair; the passenger was a younger man, with a mop of blond hair and an incredibly pale face. Leonard wondered if he was sick and felt an inexplicable twinge of worry. Before he could say anything, the older man looked at Leonard, then turned towards the van parked a few feet away. “Marcus!” he called. “I want a word with you.”

Great, Leonard thought miserably as the two men walked over to Marcus. They’re old friends of his. Which means getting a discount, which means I’ll have to work twice as hard later. He bit his lower lip. Then he saw Marcus’s scowl deepen and got even more worried.

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Tokyo Ghoul Novel 3 Ch 6 "Devil Ape" Full Translation

Enji, Kaya, and Yoshimura are all under-appreciated, but at least Enji has his own chapter. Now if we only had a Kaya chapter, or even better, an Eto chapter…

As always, this translation is unbeta’d. Please tell me if there are any mistakes, and I will correct it! Translation notes and observations are at the bottom, esp. regarding the name of Enji’s gang and Anteiku’s motto (not that anyone’s going to read it).

(Chapter Summary: All hail baking soda! Laugh the first half, cry the second.)

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