questioned innocence

anonymous asked:

I hate ding dong ditching, and chances are if you do it we won’t be the best of friends. My friend gets ding dong ditched, because they’re Muslim and because her brother is a special needs kid. They live in an all white neighbourhood so it’s not too surprising but it sucks. :/

I mean, you are assuming a lot of stuff from just one innocent question you asked. First of all, you are on anon, I don’t know who you are so chances are you don’t even want to be my friend. Second of all, I’m sorry about the situation of your friend, and really there’s nothing you or me can do, but judging other people out of a silly question like the one you asked is not good, I won’t excuse myself, because that thing is in the past and I didn’t hurt anybody.

I hope you and your friend have a great day

Ch19 flashback

Out of all OC’s flashbacks, I think this scene is the most mysterious and confusing one. I’m sure we are going to see a more detailed version of it next month, but before that I need to organise my thoughts, so I made these notes for myself. Just me rambling as always :D

  • Whose POV is this?

→ probably from OC’s. The whole flashback in ch19 seems to be from OC’s POV: We see everything through his eyes, how the cult “bought” the twins, how RC was killed etc, so I assume this scene is supposed to be from OC’s POV, too. Also, the boy gets out of breath from running.

This might be a hint that this was the sickly twin, i.e. our Ciel (though you could argue that even RC, the healthy twin, would get exhausted if he ran from one room to another in panick).

What I’m pretty sure about though is that there was only one boy in this scene because Tanaka said 「貴方様には酷すぎ」which literally means “For *you(*singular), [this is] too afwul”. If both twins were present in this scene, Tanaka would have used the term 貴方方 (’you(plural)’) or お二人 (’you two’). So he was most probably talking to one child which then raises the question “where was the other twin?”.

  • Why did the child call Tanaka “Tanaka” and not “Jiiya (Gramp)” as he’d usually do?

→ it doesn’t necessarily have to mean anything, but it’s a little bit weird that the child - regardless of whether it’s OC or RC - called Tanaka “Tanaka” in this scene because both twins would usually call him “Jiiya (Gramp)”.

  • the meaning of “Lord Ciel…”

→ the translation “Lord Ciel…” makes it seem like Tanaka is referring to the child as “Lord Ciel”, but that’s not necessarily the case! In the Japanese version Tanaka’s line goes “Ciel-sama (Lord Ciel) wa—”. The particle “wa” is a subject marker, so grammatically speaking, as long as “Ciel-sama” is the subject, Tanaka could have meant anything: “Lord Ciel (got kidnapped)”, “(Where is) Lord Ciel?”, etc. So to me it rather seems like Tanaka tried to tell or ask something about “Lord Ciel” but didn’t/couldn’t finish the sentence - which leads me to believe that the child he was talking to was OC, not RC.

  • What did Tanaka mean by “This is all too awful for you?”

→ it’s such a weird wording, and a weird thing to say in general. If he meant the bloody bodies lying on the floor or something, why would he say “This is all too awful for you”? It surely would be awful for every normal person?? What would be so "awful” particularly for OC to know/witness? Maybe the culprit Tanaka was facing was someone OC knew?

  • Where is RC (or OC in case it’s RC’s POV)?

→ we see in the latest chapter that both twins stayed in their room until at least 18:45, but judging from OC’s flashback in ch19 he was alone when he found his parents’ bodies and asked Tanaka for help. Where was RC at that time? Why did the twins act separately?

Related to this, there’s also the question when and how the twins (or one of the twins) managed to get the Phantomhive ring. Was it passed down to RC before Vincent’s death? Or did RC take off the ring from Vincent after he found his body?

  • Did Tanaka really not see the culprit’s face?

→ it definitely seems like he was facing (one of) the culprit(s) in this scene

however, when he reunited with OC in the hospital (ch63), he stated that he didn’t see the culprits.

Why the lie? He obviously knows something and seems to hide it from OC for some reason. Yana even went through the trouble of painting the background of Tanaka’s panel all black in the comicbook version (left) to make his “……” even more ominous and meaningful.

So why would Tanaka lie to OC? Does it have something to do with his line “This is too awful for you (OC)?” Did he try to protect OC by hiding the truth? What does he know?? And most of all, why was he, a badass sword fighter (ch100) and baritsu master (ch43), defeated in the first place???



Questions about the Phantomhive Murders (Tanaka-centric)

These are probably generally pondered questions, but I’m pretty curious if anyone has any ideas so I’ll just sum up my thoughts here.

There’s a lot of curious aspects about the Phantomhive Murders that sparked the entire story of “Kuroshitsuji.” Here are a few that interest me and if answered could shed a more certain light on what happened that day:

1. Ciel’s Obliviousness

In Ciel’s flashback, he seems to be aware that no one is around, perhaps sensing that the manor is unusually calm or empty. He’s frantically searching for someone, but he isn’t reacting in terror as if he just heard signs of a struggle such as yelling or gunshots. Plus, if the manor was suddenly attacked, one would assume that a servant would immediately find Ciel to guard him, like how Tanaka appeared to stay close to Lizzie’s room during the circus performers’ attack on the manor.

The possible lack of noise and lack of protection shifts the focus to the servants and the assailant(s) while pointing to who could be behind the attacks and even how said attacks were carried out.

  • An Inside Job: The murders were done by someone familiar with the manor/ servants. This could range from the Evil Noblemen, relatives, servants, and merchants. An insider could pick servants off one-by-one or, if in the proper setting, take them all out within a short amount of time. If the servants were familiar with the assailant(s), that would most likely have them on lowered guards, giving the assailant a bit of an upper hand.
  • One Assailant: Possibly one assailant attacked the servants/ Rachel/ Vincent. Whoever grabbed Ciel could have been waiting in the shadows.
  • Group: A group took out the servants/ Vincent/ Rachel. This could have been done in numerous ways, such as a group attacking the servants while one or more took out the Phantomhives.
  • Means: Most likely quiet since Ciel was not entirely panicked and was unaware of his parents’ states until he saw them. Based on how Tanaka/ Rachel/ Vincent were attacked, the killer(s) used a knife or sword– some type of sharp object.

2. Tanaka’s Lack of Warning/ The Kidnapper

While Tanaka warned Ciel about the imminent danger he was in, he did not warn him about a second presence– the assumed kidnapper. Perhaps this is an oversight on Tanaka’s part, as he was in a panicked state trying to fight off an attacker while urging Ciel’s safety, but rather than saying something like “It’s dangerous here!” while facing the boy, you’d think that he’d have noted the suspicious person behind him (saying something like, “Look out!”).

This could mean a few things:

  • Tanaka did not see the kidnapper: Short and sweet, Tanaka really didn’t see the being who was behind Ciel. Perhaps he was so fixated on the child that he failed to recognize a second presence. He did have to look down to speak to Ciel– all the while he was wary of his assailant.
    • Another possibility? The second presence was undetectable or extremely fast. This would coincide with those “supernatural assailant” theories going around.
  • Tanaka saw the kidnapper: Let’s say Tanaka did see the second presence. Why didn’t he warn Ciel? Maybe he couldn’t. As Tanaka is urging Ciel to flee, he suddenly falters– it’s revealed that he’s been stabbed in the back. Perhaps he noted the second entity before or after his fall but could’t speak to warn Ciel.
    • Another possibility: Tanaka was working with the kidnapper. However, considering the concern shown on his face and the fact that he got stabbed, I’d say that this is unlikely.

No matter what happened, a second presence would have been highly suspect near the crime scene and the action.

3. Tanaka’s Dress

Though this is all based on Ciel’s flashback, it’s curious to note that Tanaka has a distinct lack of blood on his clothing. Though his pants’ leg may have a bit of blood on it, his left glove looks impeccably clean. 

This would imply that Tanaka did not touch the bodies or try to assist them (though perhaps he bent down to check on his employers). It also suggests that he may not have been present when Vincent and Rachel were killed, since otherwise he would likely have been covered in blood spatter and defensive wounds.

The lack of blood spatter seems to clear him from Vincent and Rachel’s murders, but he could have changed… (Again, I don’t see Tanaka’s involvement in the murders/ kidnapping as likely but it’s a possibility to consider)

Tanaka’s cleanliness and position in the hall (his back to the room in which Vincent/ Rachel lay) imply that he stumbled onto Rachel/ Vincent’s corpses and then was distracted by something (from his position this would be the assailant). He may have been aware that the manor was in danger and rushed to his master’s side, albeit too late, or he could have been unaware.

4. Tanaka’s Purpose

So… Was Tanaka just the lucky survivor of the manor’s attack? Maybe. Maybe not. There are multiple red flags concerning Tanaka’s survival and the situation of the murders.

  • Framed: Considering the mode of murder, one could immediately look to Tanaka as a suspect. Anyone familiar with the Phantomhives could know that he’s an expert swordsman. Whoever killed Vincent/ Rachel could have attempted to frame Tanaka, but probably not since…
  • Stabbed: Very clearly in Ciel’s flashback, it’s shown that Tanaka was stabbed. If someone was trying to frame him for the murders, why would they attack him? Especially if everyone else in the manor was missing/ dead… This leads to more possibilities:
  • Eyewitness: Tanaka was left in the manor to be an eyewitness to the crimes that occurred. Consider Tanaka’s position when he’s stabbed– he has his back to the assailant. If you were in the business of murder and possessed a sharp, bladed object, wouldn’t you go for decapitation or slicing an artery rather than stabbing him in the back? 
    • Another reason he was left alive? The assailant couldn’t kill him. This isn’t because Tanaka was a tough opponent– he had his back turned and was distracted. Aside from purposely leaving him  alive, this indicates that the assailant was unable to strike a truly fatal blow. 
      • Perhaps the weapon didn’t seem strong enough? Maybe the knife’s tip broke off and dulled the blade? It’s a possibility. 
      • Maybe the assailant was fond of him, to the extent that he/ she didn’t want to dirty their hands to that extent? 
      • The assailant couldn’t reach? For those 2CT, evil real!Ciel theorists, this might be an idea you support. If the assailant was short or a child, they would not be able to strike a for sure fatal blow against Tanaka, who had their back to them. The assailant may have been unfamiliar with the body’s structure, so that he/she did not know where a fatal point would be– especially from behind. In my opinion, the assailant struck from the front of his/ her victims (if the person who attacked Tanaka also killed Vincent/ Rachel) based off how the oldest Phantomhives appeared. Either way, they were not clean murders– a similar aspect to Tanaka’s attack.
  • Thus, Tanaka was not dealt a fatal blow. Was he purposely left alive? While he may not have known who the assailant was (HMMM), he could testify to Vincent/ Rachel’s deaths, Ciel’s “final” status, and to more or less of what occurred. However…
  • Burned: THE MANOR WAS SET ON FIRE. Who did this? Why? If someone wanted Tanaka to be left as an eyewitness, they would have ensured his safety, right? Perhaps they did– we don’t know how Tanaka escaped the manor. Judging from his state in the hospital when Ciel reunited with him, he probably was unable to walk or even crawl to safety after being stabbed. It’s likely that someone moved him, whether it was the assailant, the kidnapper, or some third party– whether they waited until he was passed out from blood loss, smoke inhalation, or who knows what. 
    • Why set the place ablaze? A few reasons:
      • Destroying evidence: An attempt to destroy incriminating pieces of evidence like one’s modus operandi, way of entry into the manor, weapons used, etc. If Tanaka was left in the manor when the fire started, he could be included in this too.
      • Cover-up: Setting the manor on fire ultimately destroyed the corpses that were inside, based on what Undertaker said about Vincent. The attack on the Phantomhives could have been a guise for obtaining information, documents, or the like. It also could have been to erase Ciel– his status was unknown since the fire could have incinerated him. Did the attacker(s) mainly want to kidnap him, or did they see setting the fire as a bonus to wipe people off his trail?
      • Insurance: As well as slashing Vincent/ Rachel/ Tanaka, the assailant(s) could have been ensuring that everyone inside the manor died. 
      • Rage: The attacker(s) were really pissed at the Phantomhives. So pissed that they wanted the household’s bodies to burn.
      • Statement: Setting ablaze the manor of the Queen’s Watchdog is definitely a statement. Perhaps it was to show that the Phantomhives had fallen, maybe to inspire fear, to demonstrate power, etc.
      • Memory Loss: Pretending that the assailant(s) intentionally left Tanaka alive, they could have hoped for smoke inhalation to have wiped his memory. Not sure if they knew the medical repercussions of that at the time [of the story] though.

There are a ton of reasons why the manor was treated as it was just like there are many reasons for why someone could have attacked it in the first place (Kidnapping, murder, revenge, money, status, a job…).

5. Tanaka’s Survival

As mentioned before, Tanaka’s survival is extremely curious. He was severely wounded and most likely on the second or third floor of the manor (since the Phantomhives probably resided/ worked on an upper level floor and left the ground floor to the servants and other business), so based on that info alone it’s highly unlikely he saved himself. 

Jumping out of a window would have caused more injuries than he had in the hospital (though admittedly a month had passed but for injuries like that, he’d probably still be wrapped up). Even if there was some kind of secret passageway, it’d be incredible if he could get through it in his state, whether the manor was ablaze or not.

It seems that Tanaka may have escaped/ been rescued before the fire, since he lacked burn wounds… That dearth is interesting since when Madame Red arrived (appearing to be the first outsider on the scene), the manor was fully ablaze yet Tanaka was nowhere in sight. Admittedly, it was her flashback fixated on grief, so noting Tanaka or saving him might not have been very important to her.

6. Tanaka’s Memory

Does Tanaka really not remember who attacked him? Does he really have zero ideas on who could have overseen that event? Either Tanaka really doesn’t know (from memory loss, from lack of ideas, or from the killer’s possible concealment via a mask, hood, etc.) or he’s hiding something.

Tanaka could be afraid to speak up– perhaps that person/group will come after Ciel. He also could be protecting someone. Another reason could be that he was ordered by a high-ranking authority to stay silent. 

Or maybe he really, truly has no idea what happened. 

But until we find out more details about that day or the Phantomhives’ past, it might be a stretch to reach an absolute conclusion on whether or not Tanaka can be entirely trusted.

(Super-fast idea, because I found this picture and, after laughing at the Sheriff’s face for two minutes straight, the idea hit me straight in the face)

Several years in the future, Derek and the Sheriff are kind of buddies.

Derek is now a consultant for the Beacon Hills police for any kind of supernatural crime or when they need his super sniffer in critical emergencies (Derek found the lost little girl almost immediately, while the K9 unit from the next town was still lost in the woods. The Sheriff was so proud. They never talk about the fact that they had to circle the town in John’s police car, Derek’s head hanging out of the window like a poodle on a roadtrip).

So John and Derek sometimes hang out, watch football match together, they have a beer, talk about Stiles’ news from college. They enjoy each other’s company in a very quiet, simple way.

Then, Stiles comes back to Beacon Hills for Christmas, and immediately comes out as bisexual to his dad.

The Sheriff blinks, then hugs him.

And that should be the end of it. John is genuinely glad that Stiles told him, and happy that he seems to grow up happy in his own skin.

John honestly doesn’t mean to search stuffs online, but he’s bored, and one innocent question about LGBT rights in California turn into a quick google search and quickly devolve into a spiral of links. John falls deep. Too deep.

He manages to keeps his anxiety at bay all the way to Derek’s home, and his knocks on the door are barely frantic. But Derek opens the door as if he is expecting the Sheriff to be on fire, so John guesses that he didn’t control his panic-stricken heartbeat as well as he thought.

After a few minutes of assuring Derek that no, Stiles is fine, John is fine, everyone is fine, no Stiles isn’t hurt, nobody’s kid got missing again, Melissa is fine, there is no monster eating anyone, Stiles is totally ok, and getting a glass of perfectly good whisky from Derek (who apparently keeps it around just for John), John finally explains.

Because Derek? Derek is bisexual.

They have talked about it in passing several times. Talked about Derek’s ex, Jeff, who used to be a cop in New Jersey until he got shot on duty and became a teacher. Talked of the creep Derek had to call the police on one night while he was drinking at the Jungle and despairing over the shitty techno music. Talked about the association for LGBT kids Derek gives money to, and that he goes help from times to times.

To the Sheriff, it never seemed like a detail more important than knowing that Derek hates cheap beer or that he is a sore loser when his sport team gets slaughtered.

But now, now it is important. Because the Sheriff needs someone with answers, precise answers, about things that he can’t ask directly to his kid.

About giant sex toys and trips to the ER and drugs use and STDs and biphobia and bullying.

He kind of blurt it all. Derek’s eyes look gigantic and his eyebrows almost fly off his forehead.

So that’s how Derek becomes the Sheriff’s mentor in everything LGBT.

It’s not as weird as it could be.

Derek answers all the questions as best as he can, tries to reassure him. When he doesn’t know (and he wonders where the Sheriff got these informations), they look for answers together online, while staying far away from certain websites.  

(All the while, Derek tries to ignore really, really hard, that Stiles is bisexual and apparently single. He fails).

Then maybe the Sheriff brings Derek back home in the hope that Derek will talk to Stiles about all these stuffs (because he’s not sure he has mastered the details enough to give the bisexual version of the Talk. Also, the image of the humongous dildo is still haunting him).

So they end up all around the kitchen table, Stiles looking bewildered and a little bit lost, Derek resigned and awkward and the Sheriff looking at them with crazy eyes (again, gigantic dildo. And ER trips. Melissa works there, this can never happen to them) until they start talking.

Stiles knows all those things. Derek knows that Stiles knows. They talk about it anyway because, well, the Sheriff is starting to turn grey in worry.

After a little while, Stiles finally understands that Derek is talking from experience. That Derek is bisexual. And single.

And Derek knows that Stiles is bisexual. And single.

The awkwardness quickly turns to vague innuendos, then obvious flirting, then eyefucking over mugs of coffee.

The Sheriff gets his colors back progressively. He wonders for a second if he should protest this development (the whole, 7 years older and a werewolf thing could be a problem), but really, Derek is a great man.

And he apparently knows how to use lube, condoms, and would never be stupid enough to use a gigantic dildo then lose it somewhere in his son.

All in all, he’s ok with the direction this whole thing is taking.

(You can find my other headcanons/not fic here and my fics on AO3. Please come say hi on tumblr when you want people :D)

pretty boy ☾ peter parker

summary : you think peter is very pretty, and your duty as his girlfriend is to tell him every chance you get.

wc : 1.4k 

  Peter Parker has freckles. They’re countless in amount and infinitesimal in size, but they’re spread across his sloped nose, his cheeks, and some of them are scattered across his shoulders from the days he spends at Rockaway Beach in the summertime sun not because he likes the beach, but because you do and you drag him there almost every day throughout July. He doesn’t mind. He can’t have you taking the train there alone, and he’d rather spend time with you in the sweltering heat than leave you by yourself. If you’re sitting close enough, the way you are right in this moment, you can count each one of those stars on his cheeks and play connect the dots with a ballpoint pen, if he’d let you. He most likely would. Peter would let you get away with anything. If you were to try to kiss each individual freckle that was settled there on his skin you’d be pressing your lips to his cheeks for hours on end. He’d like to see you try such a thing. 

   Peter Parker also has the sweetest brown eyes you’ve ever had the pleasure of gazing into. They were warm and kind and they felt like home whenever he turned them on you in that loving way he held. You love the way he looks at you, often and bright with happiness. You haven’t stopped looking at him since you started all those months ago, you couldn’t anticipate a time when you would. He doesn’t mind the permanent way his eyes settle on you, but it’s the way you’re always looking at him that makes him blush and turn his face away. He’s not much to look at, in his opinion. 

    He whines a little when he catches your eye again, trained on him like a reflex once again. His face glows a red the color of a ripe strawberry as he spins around in his chair and stares at the peeling cover of his science notebook. “What’s wrong, pretty boy?” You grinned when he flushed a deeper shade of crimson, still evading the smile that crept across your face. 

   “Y/N,” he whines once more, the heat creeping up toward the tips of his ears. He turns toward you, holding his cheek in his hand and keeping his elbow propped up on the swivel chair. “You know I get all,” he squirmed around in his chair, “flustered when you call me that.” The admittance came with a great reluctancy on his part, but it only made you smile more as you walked across the room and cleared away the clutter of his desk, taking a seat there so you could continue your study in Peter Parker. “I’m not pretty.” 

    “Shhh,” you chastised, using your foot to spin him back around. “You’re very pretty, Peter.” He stretches out his hand, waiting for you to grab it and hold it as careful as always. He presses a kiss to your knuckles whenever you hold his hand, he knows you think it’s the sweetest thing ever and that every single time he does it, you swoon like it’s your first date all over again. He’s big on holding hands. It’s intimate without being too much, and the teachers can’t really scold him for holding your hand the way they can for kissing you against the lockers when you both think no one is around. Still, he kisses your hand, and you close your eyes, smiling shyly. Then, you say, “How’d I get the sweetest, prettiest boy in the universe to be mine?” 

   “Oh, god,” he takes his hand out of yours and covers his cheeks with them, feeling the warmth of his skin against his palms and squeezing his eyes shut. He can’t believe what you’ve made him. A blushing mess undone the moment you call him pretty, sweet, yours. “Feel my cheek,” he demanded, grabbing your wrist and pressing your palm to his face. You laugh. 

   “You’re burning up, babe,” you say, patting his cheek. “I can’t help it. I have to compliment you. All the time. Every hour of every day.” You tap a finger against his cute nose. 

   “I would compliment you but every time I try you swoop in and render my speech incoherent with that little nickname you have for me,” he kept his fist against his cheek as he stared up at you, your legs dangling off his desk as you extend your hands out for him. He takes them, presses them to his cheek. 

   “What nickname?” You question innocently. “Oh, oh, oh, I know which one. Pretty boy.” You held his scrunched up in embarrassment face in your hands, squishing his cheeks. “So pretty.” 

    “I’m gonna spontaneously combust.” The words came out muffled because of the position his face was in, but if he were being honest, he could feel himself light up every time you said he was pretty, as amusing as the word was to him. Even if he doesn’t think he’s much- anything, really- to be fond of, he’s happy, so happy, that you disagree. 

   You call him pretty boy every chance you get. You seize the opportunity with pride, throwing a wink his direction when you can because he has the dopiest little smile on his face for the rest of the day even if he feigns irritation in the moment. 

     You greet him every morning outside his apartment building with a cup of coffee in your outstretched hand and a sweet smile curling at your lips and a, “Morning, my pretty boy,” and Peter starts his school day with a blush, his arm around the shoulders of the girl that he loves. You lean up to kiss the corner of his mouth. He’s invincible. 

    Then, you see him in chemistry class, goggles strapped to your face and a stupid apron around your neck. His heart still stops when he sees you. You slide in the seat between him and Ned, pulling at his goggle strap before it snaps back to his head as gentle as you can manage. “Did you finish the lab conclusion, pretty boy? I’m stuck on the last sent- Ned what happened to him?” You turned to the other boy, eyebrows raised in confusion because Peter is motionless and the redness is spreading all over his neck. 

   “You called him pretty again,” Ned replied, stretching his hand across the table and waving it in front of Peter’s face. “He’s probably just offended that you didn’t greet me with a compliment.” 

   “C’mon, Ned, you know I think you’re gorgeous.” 

   “I’m actually not deaf, guys.” Peter nudged you playfully, rubbing his cheeks with the sleeves of his gray sweater. You ruffle his honey hair. 

  “We know,” you answered. “Ned’s stunning, obviously-” Ned grins at this- “but you’re forever the only pretty boy for me.” Peter scrunches his nose up. Then, he takes off his goggles, placing them next to the looseleaf paper that has his neatly compiled lab report scrawled over the page. He leans forward, scooting his chair close to you so he can remove your goggles, too. He takes your face in his hands and kisses you quick. He’d put more passion into it if the teacher wasn’t standing across the room, looking for any excuse to separate the two of you. Every teacher was the same. He pulls back after a second, his hands lingering on your cheeks when he gazes at you. 

   “I love you, you beautiful and lovely and wonderful girl of mine.” Triumphantly, he removes his hands and places them back down on the desk. He catches it before you turn away toward Ned, and for a brief and fleeting moment, it’s there on your cheeks. “Oh, oh, what’s that I see? Is that a blush?” He jumps around to Ned’s spot, a stupid, prideful grin on his face as he savors the moment for himself, commits the pretty sight to memory. “Pretty girl, are you blushing?” He pressed his hands to against your face, pinching your cheek gently, lovingly. You punched him in the arm, a warning behind your eyes, but Peter didn’t care in the slightest. 

   “Yes, you big idiot,” you mumbled. “Happy now?” 

   “Oh, I’m very happy.” 

   “I hate you.” 

   “Do you really?” Peter raised his eyebrows, resting his palms against your shoulders and rubbing his thumb along the place where your collarbone peeked out of your shirt. 

   “Of course not,” you said, a grumble in your tone. “I love you and your pretty boy face, sweet little freckles and all.” You poked a couple of his freckles and kissed the one by his mouth. Peter sighed, still smiling brightly because no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t pretend to be annoyed at you when you called him that name. He’d wear it with like a badge of honor, grateful for it. He had an effortlessly gorgeous love that thought he was the prettiest thing she had ever laid her eyes on, so what more could he ask for? 

anonymous asked:

I wonder who would get fired first and for what -v-

Pidge: It’s more like… who has already been fired ;)

Lance: No… it isn’t.

Pidge: ;)

Lance: Pidge… stop that.

Pidge:  ;) !

Hunk: Lance got ‘suspended’ for following through with a customer’s request of a striptease instead of deflecting like we were supposed to.

Lance: It was their BIRTHDAY


Keith: Do you have photos?

Pidge: Yes >:)

Lance: PIDGE!

Keith: …

Keith: I’m keeping these.

Lance: !!!

A.N. watch as I take an innocent question as an excuse to draw Lance stripping. Tah.. fucking Dah. *its magic*

so my moms were telling me this story about how after they’d been dating a few years they were road tripping to canada, and right before the border they stopped at this farmers market. apparently it had these amazing peaches so they got a crate full and continued on towards the border. they were stopped by the border guard who asked them what was in their back seat and they, thinking it was an innocent question, exclaimed “oh it’s these fantastic peaches!!” which the guard immediately told them they’d have to throw out as they could not bring them across the border. devastated, they pulled to the side and were about to dump them until they decided the peaches were too good to go to waste. so they sat on the side of the road, and ate all the peaches. anyway, basically what i’m getting at here is that this is definitely something that has happened to jack and bitty and i needed to share

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Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Lance Tucker

The Bet

–Riverdale Imagines/Oneshots–

Originally posted by tattooed-freckles

McCall Pack, Meet Riverdale (Teen Wolf and Riverdale Crossover) Series

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Opposite Direction (Teen Wolf, Riverdale and Marvel Crossover) Series

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Jughead Jones

Bare (Smut)

Unknown Territory

Incredulity (Smut)


Dearest (Smut)

Ghost (Smut)

After Party (Prompt)

Family Hunt   Part Two


Archie Andrews

New Beginnings



Cheryl Blossom


One Dance Club


Having Questions

Veronica Lodge


Innocent Favour

Jason Blossom

The Pencil


The Bloodhound Series

Part one


Nephilim  (Teen Wolf and Riverdale)

–Supernatural Imagines/Oneshots–

Originally posted by sophie-in-the-tardis

Sam Winchester


Begin Again (Prompt)

When Hate Turns to Love (Prompt)

Jared Padalecki

Last Name

Dean Winchester

Knives and Other Blades


Lily’s Hey Jude Lullaby

Green Eyed Surprise (Prompt)

Jensen Ackles

Travelin’ Soldier Series:

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Support System

Father Figure (Prompt)

–Teen Wolf Imagines/ Oneshots–

Originally posted by pazzerella29

Stiles Stilinski

White Knight

Angel Of Death

The Dance


Search for Mastery

On My Mind (Prompt)

Louisville Slugger (Prompt)

Flustered (Prompt)





Scott McCall

Blessing in Disguise

Nolan Holloway

Ghostface Wannabe

Derek Hale


Games and Pain (Prompt)


Liam  Dunbar

I’ll Fight (Prompt)

The Kiss (Prompt)

Theo Raeken

A Promise to Hold (Prompt)

No Pairing// Strong Independent Character


Originally posted by mortallyvirtualphan

–The Dolan Twins Imagines/Oneshots–

Ethan Dolan


Let Go

Detonate // Dolan Twins and Teen Wolf Crossover

Accidental Union

Grayson Dolan


Logan Paul Imagines/Oneshots

Surprise Gift

Bradley Cooper Imagines/Oneshots

Private Island

Don’t Resist

warnings: smut !, language, public teasing, car sex, unprotected sex 

summary: one with Tom where you have a praise kink and he knows it and teases you in public with it and then it turns into smut?

A/N: look at that fucking boy, he’s so soft but also a fucking daddy lmao bye. fucking sorry if the intro was boring but i promise its sin.

There you stood in front of the mirror adjusting your black halter strap dress that had its string wrapped around your neck, matching Tom’s black suit. The dress had revealed your bare back as it’s length dropped down at your knees while the front had revealed a V shape on your chest. You looked at the mirror closely examining any flaws from head to toe.

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southern hospitality

bitty has outgrown this place, and the people in it.

tw: homophobic language/slurs

word count: 1800

for @stitchedopen, 3rd place winner in my fic giveaway! i hope you like it!

The clinking of Jack’s fork against his plate as he sets it down is very unnerving. It’s not the only sound in the room but it’s by far the loudest, to him at least. Even louder than Suzanne’s pleasant babbling (no wonder where Bitty gets it from) and the gentle lull of music being played on a radio somewhere in another room. Probably the kitchen, where Bitty’s finishing up supper.

There’s a shuffling around the corner and Coach becomes visible as he nears the bottom of the staircase. “Jack,” he mumbles gruffly in greeting, giving him a nod and sitting at the head of the table.

“Hello, Mr. Bittle,” Jack replies, smiling a little. “How’s the season going? Still the reigning champs of Morgan County?” If there’s one thing Jack knows he can get Coach to talk about, it’s football. It might be a much different sport than hockey, Jack surmises, but the passion they share for their sports is more than enough for them to hold a conversation.

“Oh, they lost their first game of the season last week. Nevin’s got an injury and we had to switch around the lineups– you remember, Nevin, receiver, curly hair, he’s in the team picture in the living room– anyway, I’m sure it hurt their chemistry.” Coach would talk strategy with Jack for hours, if it was up to him, but Eric is coming into the dining room now. He’s got on yellow oven mitts with tiny white flowers, and he’s holding a tray with a roast and some vegetables.

“The meat’s a little dry, Lord help me, I should stick to baking,” Eric laughs, setting the tray down on the table. “But all the vegetables should be good and I’ve got some pumpkin muffins with a fantastic cream cheese frosting waiting for us in the kitchen.” Everyone starts to serve themselves. The meat’s not dry at all, but Jack keeps that to himself. Sometimes Bitty needs little things to dwell on, to keep himself busy so he’s not worrying so much about the big stuff. Jack knows that.

“So,” Suzanne starts after a minute, and Jack can tell that this is going to be a long one. He glances up at her, a signal that he’s listening. “The Gardeners are having a potluck this Friday, and they sent us an invitation.”

Bitty nearly drops his fork. “The Gardeners?” he hisses. “As in, Melissa and Kyle?”

“Those Gardeners,” Suzanne replies smugly. Jack and Coach exchange a look, humor gleaming in both of their eyes. The drama is about to unfold, they can tell. “What right do they think they’ve got, inviting us to their potluck after what happened at ours?”

Bitty turns to Jack, waving his hands as he speaks. “Two summers ago, we held a potluck here for the neighborhood, and when the Gardeners showed up, Kyle was drunk as a skunk and knocked over our entire dessert table. The whole thing! It was all ruined! And it would have been okay, but they didn’t even bring anything to the potluck in the first place, and they never apologized, and oh, it was such a mess, everyone tried to act like it wasn’t a big deal but darlin’ you should’ve seen the look on Moomaw’s face, I swear she was on the verge of a heart attack.” He shifts abruptly back toward Suzanne. “Mama, we’ve got to go.”

“Oh, I know that, of course we do. Dicky, what you’ve gotta do is bake the best pie those folks have ever tasted, let them know exactly what they were destroying when they had the nerve-”

Jack hums quietly, making a mental note. Potluck on Friday. Prepare for a spectacle.


Bitty’s fingers press against Jack’s neck as he helps him straighten his collar. Jack doesn’t really need the help, he supposes, but the contact is welcome, brief but full of warmth, not the kind of affection Jack usually gets when they’re with Bitty’s parents. They’ve been trying really hard, Jack can tell, and Bitty has too. But he understands why Eric sometimes has trouble being soft with Jack around Suzanne and Coach.

“Don’t you just look dashing,” Bitty says with a smile, placing his hand flat on Jack’s chest.

“Only because you picked my outfit,” Jack laughs. Bitty laughs with him, nodding in agreement. He’s got little crinkles at the edges of his eyes when he laughs, and Jack rubs his thumb over them, absent minded.

“You ready, Dicky?” Suzanne calls from the kitchen. The noises of the coffee pot stop and Jack can hear her pouring herself a cup.

“All ready!” Bits yells back. He reaches up his hand and squeezes Jack’s wrist before whirling around into the kitchen. Jack watches Bitty’s hips swing as he leaves, his jeans a little tighter than usual since he’s outgrown some of the clothes that he left here during the school year, and wonders if wore them on purpose.


The potluck is bustling. There are people of all ages, from the tiny toddlers playing in the Slip ‘N Slide far left in the back yard to the old ladies knitting underneath the sugar maple next to the house in a comically stereotypical manner. Jack opens Eric’s door for him not out of chivalry but out of necessity– when he emerges from the car, his arms are full of tupperware containers.

“Let me take some, bud” Jack offers, but Bitty shakes his head.

“I’ve got to bring them over myself.”


“This one’s cherry with a lattice crust,” Eric is explaining as he removes the lid from the nearest tupperware container. The egregious Melissa Gardener turns out to be a petite brunette with a smattering of freckles across her upturned nose. “And this one’s pumpkin, I know it’s not really the season but I had some materials left over from the muffins I made the other night and I’m sure it’ll be just delightful, I made the whipped cream myself– now, they’re all desserts. I was sure you’d need some.”

Jack stifles a laugh. The bite in Bitty’s voice is unmistakable. “Where should I set them?” Eric asks, still sweet as sugar but with a lilt that suggests this isn’t an innocent question. “This table seems a little… unsteady. I wouldn’t want them to fall, heaven forbid.”

“This table’s fine,” Melissa ensures him, smiling. “Thank you so much for the contributions.”

“It’s nothing at all.”

They burst out laughing as soon as she leaves, Bitty collapsing into Jack’s chest. Jack’s arms come around him automatically and squeeze. “Bits, that was cold.”

“Really? Here I was, thinking I was being so courteous.”

They stay in the embrace for a few more seconds before Bitty shifts away from Jack. It’s subtle, but Jack understands. He squeezes Bitty’s shoulder and then takes a step away. Bitty’s out to everyone who matters, but some people don’t know. And some still have their prejudices.

“Bits, where’s the bathroom?” Jack asks. The noise is already getting to him. He knows he’s got a while of this to go, and he’s sure he’ll be fine, but he just needs a minute to adjust. Eric points him in the right direction, then goes back to arranging the pies on the table.

“Eric!” Bitty whips around. It’s a tall guy with acne scars in a red polo shirt. Bitty looks up, his face ghostly stricken for a second, then paints a big smile on.

“Hey, Todd,” he replies as the guy moves closer. “How have you been.”

“I’ve been fine, thanks,” Todd says. Eric tugs on the bottom of his shirt and glances over at Jack, entering the house. “Who’s the guy?” Todd asks, nodding toward him.

“Jack,” Eric says. “My… my boyfriend.”

Todd smiles. He turns his gaze to Bitty. “I’ve gotta say, Eric, I’m impressed! I expected you to come home with some twinky faggot in a pink H&M scarf.”

Eric inhales sharply. “Go away,” he says quietly, looking at his shoes. “My love life is none of your business.”

“We all knew you were a homo, Bittle, I guess it’s just a little surprising that you’re still showing your face around here. Are you queers ever gonna stop shoving your agenda in our faces? Huh? Go back to Samwell, eh?” He’s inching closer now, and Eric’s cheeks are flaming red.

“Go fuck yourself,” Eric mutters, turning his back. He unstacks a tin of macadamia nut cookies from his lemon meringue, and opens it. His hands are shaking as he spreads them out artfully.

Todd ignores his response, instead reaching over Bitty and sweeping up several cookies. “Don’t mind if I do,” he says as he stuffs one in his mouth. “Mmm,” he replies, smirking. “They’re a little bit… fruity, don’t you think?”

“That’s not even funny,” Eric rolls his eyes. “Get the hell away from me.”

“And if I don’t?”

There’s a hand on the back of Bitty’s neck and he’s flinching, he’s freezing, he can’t move he can’t breathe–

“If you don’t,” Jack whispers, his voice robotic and cold. “I’ll beat the shit out of you, and you can crawl home to your mother and tell her you got your ass handed to you by a faggot. Does that sound like a good enough reason to stop?”

Todd takes a step back. “Don’t you fucking touch me,” he hisses at Jack. “You’re not from around here, are you? You don’t know who my dad is, do you?”

“Let me guess. Mayor of some town I’ve never heard of? Principal of the local high school? Do you know who my father is, noune?” Jack puffs up his shoulders. “Because I can guaran-fucking-tee that my dad is a hell of a lot worse to mess with than yours. So you might just wanna step off.”

“Whatever. I shouldn’t be talking to y’all anyway. Just in case it’s contagious, you know?” Todd smirks.

“I’m going to fucking kill you,” Jack says, still matter of fact, balling his fists and lunging toward Todd. Todd flinches, but the blow doesn’t come. Bitty’s caught the back of Jack’s t-shirt in his hand.

“Jack, honey, it’s okay. I can handle it.”

Todd laughs.

“But this– this asshole–”

“Trust me, sweetpea, I’ve got this.” Eric smiles.

“Yeah, you’re sure gonna take care of me, Bittle, what can you weigh, a hundred and ten? I bet you couldn’t even–”


“Pity,” Eric says sweetly as the pie tin slides down Todd’s face, then down his shirt, coating him in cherry filling. “That lattice crust was gorgeous.”

“You– you–” Todd splutters, wiping cherry crud out of his eyes, but Bitty and Jack are already walking away.

“Enjoy the snacks, Melissa,” Eric calls over his shoulder as they make their way to the car. “We’re gonna head out.”

black magic [m]

credit: x.

❛❛im one of the brightest witches at this prestigious magic academy and ur a human who somehow got admitted and everyone knows u dont ACTUALLY have magic but cant prove it so they hate u for it but i actually like you??? and have a crush on u??????? our paths have just never crossed until ur class blew up n somehow we became class partners and– hold on what do you mean we fucked up this spell so we wanna fuck each other’s brains out??❜❜ AU

COUNT → 18.430

GENRE → smut 

PAIRING → taehyung | reader

WARNINGS → dom and sub tones | mild cum play | explicit language | female masturbation (male if you squint) | oral sex | penetration | graphic dirty talk

NOTE → this was requested and inspired by @blueagust!!!!!! the idea went thru several stages and yelling over kkt but this is the final product :-D im sorry mom

You hated everyone at this fucking academy.

It wasn’t just that they always smelled like unicorn turds—and that wasn’t a compliment because unicorns had the nastiest smelling shit in the entire universe—but they were so arrogant and had this fucking superiority complex when it came to humans. You were sure if they actually lived with them and in human society instead of hidden away at some prestigious academy they wouldn’t pull this bullshit in the first place, but they still despised them.

Or maybe it was just one human they despised in particular.

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That Mouth of Yours

Summary: Loki takes full advantage of Tony’s costume party to let the reader know exactly how he feels. 

Word Count: 3380

Song paring: Gods and Monsters- Lana Del Rey (

Authors note: HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Enjoy some good ole Loki smut to get you through the night;) 

Tony clapped his hands together, “ Alright people, so that pretty much sums things up, now don’t forget the party tonight”. Bucky, who was sitting directly across from you, raised his eyebrows at you.

He was of  course hinting at the fact that the party would give you an excuse to be around your favorite raven haired trickster. How could you not be madly in love with the Asgardian?

You balled up a sticky note and threw it at him, hitting him right in the face. You started to laugh until Steve bumped your shoulder. Steve gave you his best dad look, until Bucky threw a balled up sticky note at him.

Tony cleared his throat, “ Is the peanut gallery done?”. You didn’t know what to say, but Bucky chimed right in. Smirking he said, “Yeah, (y/n) here was just asking if everyone would be there…you know like-”.

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Dinner Party

Summary: After Bucky returns home from a mission all you want to do is stay in bed (naked) all day with him. But you two have to go to a friend’s birthday to make things fun he proposes a little game.

Paring: Bucky x Reader.

Words: 2575

Warnings:  There is a lot in fuffly in this, but also SMUT and loats of teasing.

This is a one-shot

Thank you to @drinkfantasy, for being my beta you are the best.

Originally posted by sebstanslaugh

You look at yourself in the mirror, felling happy about your appearance. You are wearing one of your favorites dresses, it is navy blue with a modest cleavage in the front and another masive one in the back.

You look cute for your friend’s birthday, your make up it’s done in a very simple away, just some mascara and lip gloss. You turn around and see Bucky who is lying on your bed almost sleeping. You sit by his side and he hides his face on your lap. You start playing with his hair, making him moan at your gentle actions.

“Are you sure you want to come along? You can stay here and sleep a little. I won’t hold against you if you don’t come with me.” You know that he is tired, Bucky came back home around 4 a.m. from a two weeks mission and he only slept a few hours.

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how to not be an asshole and still maintain your moral standards

because it seems that for a lot of people there’s nothing in-between “I don’t like x thing because it’s bad for x reason and if you disagree then you are evil scum” and “yeah sure do whatever you want!!! give everyone a chance to express their creativity/opinions no matter what!!!!”

1. Know your shit.

One of the easiest things to do is to make yourself look like an idiot because you didn’t bother to look for more information. Before you form your opinion, be sure to rationally look at both sides of an argument and do as much fact-checking you can before you give your input. This goes for anything. Politics, shipping discourse, what have you. 

(something to note: not everything works the same in other countries as it does in your country.)

2. If necessary, make a distinction between what is genuinely harmful/derogatory and what upsets you personally.

This is important especially when someone asks you how you feel about a certain subject. There is a difference between Actual Pedophilia and “there is nothing Technically wrong with this ship but the age gap is big enough that the potential for a power-imbalance bothers me greatly, and I want no part of this”.

3. Don’t start shit.

Callout posts, angry messages, and witch hunts. Anon or not, just don’t do it. You might think you’re doing the right thing, but you’re probably just going to make people want to spite you instead of listen. Calling someone names or telling someone to kill themself is shitty.

Also, don’t infest someone’s tag with opinions they don’t want to see. If you feel the need to vent but don’t want to start discourse, use read mores and slashes inbetween words (li//ke thi//s) so that it won’t show up in the tag.

 Now, I’m not saying you have to be completely passive about things you don’t like, but there are other things you can do to avoid them, like…..

4. Just block people.

Let me say this again.


Or unfollow them. It’s super easy. One click, and they’re gone. 

You’re allowed to have opinions. So are other people. And guess what, you don’t have to look at them. Shocker. 

If you’re going to post something and it would make you uncomfortable if people gave it context that you specifically don’t like, say it. State it clearly, and let people know that if they do it anyway, they’ll get blocked.

Think of it this way: if you throw a party and someone shows up and starts doing things and telling jokes etc that make you uncomfortable, what do you do? You don’t invite them to the next party. And if they weren’t invited to begin with, then you take extra precaution to make sure they don’t come again.

Remember, it’s your blog. It’s your party. You’re the host, and yeah you want to make sure your guests are happy, but you can still set boundaries. How much tolerance you have is up to you.

(see also: blacklist. I’ve surprisingly never used it. But it can very easily control what kinds of content you see or don’t see.)

5. Be patient.

If someone is doing something harmful, it’s possible they just don’t know better. People are limited by their life experiences and might not know to think differently because they never knew they could.

People change. What were you like a year ago? Five years ago? Ten years ago? I highly doubt that you’re proud of everything you’ve said and done in the past. There were jokes I’ve said and things I’ve liked that I would never dream of saying now.

This is why I think it’s so, so important to not immediately condemn someone. People don’t often make complete 180s, so don’t expect them to. People don’t like being told they’re wrong, and might need take some time to sort out their thoughts/unlearn their behavior before substantial change happens. Does this excuse their behavior? No, of course not. Even without ill-intent, people can absolutely still do damage.

6. Know when to speak.

This can go a lot of ways. Certain fights aren’t yours to fight. Don’t talk over anyone else. Admit when you don’t know enough about something to give a proper opinion. Recognize when something isn’t worth the time or energy.

Also: learn to recognize traps. People will try to send “gotchas” disguised as innocent questions. These are usually done with the intent of twisting your words and making you sound problematic no matter your response. Even if you’re not sure, just don’t respond. Avoid confrontation and discourse whenever you can. Resist being petty if you know that it’d just start more drama.

That’s it. I hope y’all can go out and try to be decent people. Have fun. Your internet experience is up to you. You don’t need to make it someone else’s responsibility.