secretion system

The system will collapse if we refuse to buy what they are selling - their ideas, their version of history, their wars, their weapons, their notion of inevitability.

Remember this: We may be many and they be few. They need us more than we need them.

Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing.

—  Arundhati Roy

Your country has been among the most prosperous on Earth for generations. The living standard is high, you’re envied for your health care system, and the general level of education is unmatched by any other country.

However, there is a secret that is not known to anyone who isn’t a citizen. Every year, one of your fellow citizens has to go and live with the God of Mischief for 12 months. In return, he blesses your country, and ensures that you can keep up your high standards.

Nobody knows how the ones who are sent to Loki are chosen. It could be for their intelligence, their personality, or their looks. And they never tell what happened when they return.

One day, you are told that you are the chosen one for the following year.

Random questions for muse:

1.Would you hug a stranger? How close someone has to be to get a hug?
2. Have you tried some exotic/weird food? How was it? Would you eat it again?
3. If you had to give up one sense, which one would it be?
4. How good are you at remembering dates? What about numbers in general?
5. Do you like cold or hot weather more? Why?
6. Would you rather spend a date night somewhere quiet or in a more crowded place (e.g. club, festival, amusement park, etc.)
7. What shows your emotions more, your words or your actions?
8. Is curiosity good or bad thing in your opinion? What makes you curious?
9. Balloons or confetti?
10. Have you ever had an animal to eat from your hand? Do animals usually like you?
11. Would you rather be stranded in a huge deserted field or locked alone in a room, for following two weeks?
12. Do you prefer to sleep with socks or without them? Do you usually even wear socks?
13. Do you tend to get sick easily? If so, what do you do to prevent that? If not, what’s your secret to strong immune system?
14. What is your first language? How many languages can you speak?
15. Do you like drawing/painting? What’s your preferred art tool?
16. Are you more organised or disorganised person? Or maybe you like to plan only certain aspects of your life?
17. Would you choose a dream car or a dream house?
18. Are you the type of the person that would laugh when someone else falls? Or would you rush to help? Maybe you would just walk by without reaction?
19. How often do you travel? What you like the most about it?
20. Do like stargazing? Do you believe in shooting star wishes?

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This one was definitely my favourite of all the fake fics for the Rivals series I came up with and so I couldn’t help but writing a bit more! 

Original post here 

Part 1 here

Disclaimer - this is a mock up of what one of the fics written by Viktuuri fans in the Rivals universe on the alternate AO3 might look like and therefore is a reflection of how fans see umfb!Yuuri and Viktor not as they actually are. Also again this is a quick fun piece of writing so please don’t take it seriously!

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“Mozart’s Rondo in A-minor for piano. I start my day playing this piece. It tells me the day’s story each day, rain or shine, happy or sad. It says this is life and that’s Mozart’s secret. It whispers quietly but it’s not resigned. It tells me to observe quietly, to look deeply, and to love.”
~Lee Sun-jae, Secret Love Affair

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Sorry I’m late.

Wow I can’t believe people were figuring it out before we had any real hints. Anyways I thought I’d do a recap on the current information for this secret this upcoming story arc.

If you didn’t figure it out yet, the after credits scene showed a scene from the past. Travis’s dad and Travis were there, but young Travis had grey eyes instead of his current EMERALD green ones. It was said somewhere in the series that the ‘snake eyed man’ tried to use a Forever Potion on his son but it failed. So it’s heavily implied Travis’s dad is behind all this, and that Travis has a Forever Potion on him that for some reason hasn’t settled yet, even after years. So basically, Travis is under the influence of a Forever Potion, has been for years, but it hasn’t settled for some reason, what the potion was intended to do to Travis is unknown, Travis doesn’t seem to realize or at least hides it really well, Travis hasn’t spoken ill of his father and even spoke lightly of him to Aphmau in highschool once, and this potion was somehow a ‘failure’ which might have to do with why his eyes haven’t settled yet.

We haven’t gotten a full character arc of Travis in Mystreet yet, and after what I just watched, I’m so excited!

Secret Support System

Summary: The Gallaghers and the Balls overhear Mickey telling Ian why they can’t come out, and they chime in to let the boys know they support them.

Word Count: 1429

Notes: I loved this request!!


Over the past couple weeks, the Gallagher house has been completely full. Frank slept on the couch, the kids slept in their beds, and Mickey slept on the floor next to Ian. No one really understood why Mickey was staying there, but they knew not to pry because Ian seemed to have it under control. The family noticed that the two of them seemed to be close, which was another thing that they didn’t understand.

Normally everything was hectic. It was rare for the Gallaghers to have a moment of silence, so it was surprising that everyone seemed to be on their best behavior at dinner.

While Frank, Fiona, Lip, Debbie, Carl, Liam, Kev, and V were downstairs eating, they heard a loud and frustrated shout come from upstairs where Ian and Mickey were– it broke the peaceful moment they were having. “What the fuck was that?” Lip scurried to his feet and ran up the stairs. Everyone followed– even Frank, who was just nosey.

When they got upstairs they found Ian’s door to be cracked open a little so they could see in. Lip stopped them all from storming into the room when he peeked in. He saw Ian cupping Mickey’s face with his hands, and before he could keep the others from looking in so the boys could have privacy, the group was already pushing past him so they could look. When they saw that, they all stayed completely silent.

“Why are you so fucking scared?” Ian asked harshly. “We have nothing to be ashamed of!”

Mickey grabbed onto Ian’s wrists as an anchor for himself. “What fucking world do you live in? I can’t, Ian.” He seemed extremely frustrated.

“You are such a fucking pussy,” Ian scoffs and backed away from the dark haired boy.

Did Mickey just call Ian by his first name? That’s odd. Did Ian just call a Milkovich a pussy? Is he trying to get himself killed? The Gallagher clan was extremely confused and worried as they intently listened to the conversation.

“I’m not gonna sit around and wait, Mick. I’m done.” He shook his head, and turned away to avoid making eye contact. He was fighting off tears, and he could not let Mickey see that.

Mickey closed his eyes. “Fuck,” he said under his breath. “Ian,” he grabbed the redhead’s arm as he walked past him. “Listen to me,” he turned Ian so they were face to face. “I love you,” he said truthfully.

Everyone who was eavesdropping, had wide eyes and opened jaws. They can’t believe what their hearing. Holy shit. Mickey Milkovich is gay? How long have they been keeping this been a secret?

Ian shut his eyes in what seemed like hope. “Did you just say you love me?”

“I love you,” Mickey repeated himself sternly so he could get his point across.

Ian nodded his head rapidly and kissed the other boy’s lips passionately. “I love you too,” he said quickly. He took a deep breath. “I love you too.” They lean their foreheads together and breathed in each other’s scent.

“We can’t come out with this because Terry will find out, and he’ll fucking kill us. I cannot watch him kill you, Ian. I can’t,” he spoke in a desperate tone that no one has ever heard.

“He doesn’t have to find out,” Ian pleaded.

“My dad is a fucking evil, psychotic, and hateful asshole. He will fucking murder you, make me watch, and then kill me right after. I am not risking your life just so people can know we’re together.” He has a very serious facial expression, but there’s an unmistakable emotion in his voice.

As the group outside of the room was listening, they all frowned. It’s terrible to know that a father would do something so terrible to their son.

Ian nods as he tries to understand. “But you’re not free. Don’t you want to be free to be who you are?”

“Ian, what you and I have makes me free,” he grabs the redheads face and strokes Ian’s cheek with his thumb. “You’re all I need, but as soon at the fucker dies or gets locked up for life we’ll come out to everyone in the whole entire fucking universe.”

Ian softly and slowly brings his face closer so he can connect their lips. It was a sweet and chaste kiss that radiated love. They stood in each other’s arms for a while, taking in everything that was just said between them.

The Gallaghers stood in shock. Everything they just heard was completely unbelievable. They all exchanged the same confused look– discluding Frank and Lip. The Gallagher father had once caught Ian and Mickey fucking, so he wasn’t as shocked. Lip was the first person Ian told, so he was just surprised to hear how deep the relationship ran.

Suddenly Mickey said, “I need a fucking smoke,” he chuckled. “And a beer.” Before the family could scurry away, Mickey and Ian flung the door open to see the Gallaghers and Kev and V staring at them.

“Goddamnit,” Ian proclaimed under his breath. He prepared for Mickey to run out of the room, but to his surprise, the Milkovich boy backed up and sat on the bed with a conflicted look on his face.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, Mickey thought with worry. His heart was racing fast, but he knew he couldn’t leave Ian to deal with this on his own.

“How long have you been standing there?” Ian turned to the big group that stood by the door.

“We heard a lot,” V said sympathetically.

“It’s okay, y’know,” Fiona chimed in. “You’re safe here,” she said more towards Mickey. “We support you guys.”

To everyone’s surprise, Lip wasn’t a complete asshole at the moment. “We won’t tell anyone, Mickey.”

“In my honest opinion, there’s nothing wrong with being gay. You find someone who you feel sexually compatible with, and take it from there,” he blabbers on as everyone rolled their eyes. “In fact, I once was the face of gay rights if you all care to remember.” Frank tried turning the conversation to be based off of him as usual, but Ian had to hold back a grin because he saw how the foolish statement caused Mickey to relax a bit.

Kev lightly hit Frank upside the head. “Shut the fuck up, Frank.” The Gallagher father scowled but became silent.

“I think it’s cool,” Carl said with a smirk. He was just beaming at the idea of Mickey Milkovich being someone who could teach him all sorts of criminal type shit.

“So do I,” Debbie added. “We’ll keep it a secret for you.”

“Like a secret support system,” V said enthusiastically. “If anyone tries to fuck with you, we will kill ‘em!” She joked and Ian chuckled.

The redhead loves how accepting they all are. He turned back to look at Mickey who was sitting on the bed with a expressionless look. As he walked over to him, Mickey met his eyes. “Are we really safe here?” Mickey’s voice is so quiet as he speaks to Ian that it is almost inaudible.

Ian nods. “Yeah, Mick, we’re safe here. No one else will find out.” To everyone’s surprise, Mickey stood up, grabbed Ian’s face, and gave him a quick kiss.

“I really need a fucking beer.” Mickey said after they separated and abruptly left the room, leaving the everyone upstairs.

Ian looked at his family. “Thank you, guys.”

“Of course, Ian.” Fiona smiled. “We always got you. I’m eventually gonna need a fucking explanation though as to why you fell for Mickey Milkovich,” she snorted.

With that Ian nodded with a smile and headed down the stairs to find Mickey. Mickey was sitting outside, with a beer in one hand and cigarette in the other. When Ian took his seat next to the Milkovich boy, Mickey thoughtlessly handed the cigarette over to him.

After of few silent moments, Ian looked at Mickey. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know they were standing there.”

“I’m not fucking dumb, I know you didn’t know that.” He playfully punched his arm.

“Are you okay with them knowing?”

“Don’t have much of a choice, do I?” Mickey took a long drag. “I do feel a little more free,” he said slyly causing Ian to smirk.

“I told ya,” he took the beer from Mickey’s hand.

The two boys then sat in each other’s presence. Happiness radiated through Ian while relief flooded through Mickey. They were here, they were together, and everything was going to be okay.

Leave The Angels, Join Me (Moriarty x Reader)

WEDIM DAY TWENTY-ONE

MORIARTY X READER

WORD COUNT: 1129

WARNINGS: NONE REALLY, MORIARTY?

SUMMARY: You’re captured by the world’s only consulting criminal to gain information on the SYSTEM, a secretive global organisation ran by Mycroft and a few others. Unfortunately, Moriarty’s torture gets to you and you spill. Unexpectedly, Moriarty then offers you a deal to join him? After all, who needs angels anyway? 

A/N: Because everyone liked the sherlock x reader I put up I decided to write another. Moriarty was such a good character and I firmly refuse to believe he is actually dead!! 

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A small lamp in the corner of the room lit the room. The yellow light cast shadows around the room creating huge looming monsters of black across the walls which all stared down at me disapprovingly.

I lay on the floor completely still. Barely moving. Barely breathing. Silent tears rolled down my cheek and onto the floor as I stared at the black steel door in front of me.

I was tired. I was hungry. I hadn’t slept for three days, too scared to shut my eyes for more than a second and I did not trust the food they gave me. My clothes were dirty and felt disgusting on my even dirtier body. I hadn’t seen sunlight for days, in fact, I hadn’t seen anyone other than my torturer for the entire time I’d been here. But I had heard him. Moriarty spoke to me occasionally. His evilly melodic voice coming through the speakers in the room occasionally giving me words of advice, taunting me, threatening me.

Eventually, I broke. All it took was a threat to kill my sister. After three days of physical, emotional and psychological torture that was all it took for me to part my lips and give him what he wanted.

I’d betrayed my friends. John, Sherlock, Mycroft. Secrets just spilt from my lips like a waterfall and Moriarty took them all in.

I had no idea what he’d do with all the information I’d given him. I didn’t want to know. I just wanted to get out of here, run away as far as possible and never ever look back.

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You are being watched.
The government has a secret system,
a machine that spies on you every hour of every day.
I designed the machine to detect acts of terror but it sees everything.
Violent crimes involving ordinary people.
The Government considers these people “irrelevant”
We don’t.
Hunted by the authorities, we work in secret.
You’ll never find us.
But victim or perpetrator.
If your number’s up.
we’ll find you.