she's out of my life photo

I once stalked my boyfriends ex on social media for like 7 months and I was feeding info back to him like “omg she had a baby” and one day I showed him a photo of her with the baby and he was like erm babe that’s not my ex… It turned out I had been stalking some random girl with the same name as his ex, but I had become so invested in this girls life that I had to reach out to her and tell her this bizarre story about how I’d been accidentally stalking her for 7 months and she thought it was hilarious and anyways that’s the story of how I met my best friend.

Cosplay, Fanart and Plagiarism

(gif curtesy to Mel)


TL;DR: An artist traced (!) my cosplay photo without permission, gave me zero credits, sold the prints at a con and denied she’s ever seen my photo.

First, both of us, the cosplayer and the photographer, want to say that it would never have come to this if the artist would have immediately apologized to us in person, instead of being extremely rude to us and letting things escalate. A simple sorry and taking down the prints would’ve sufficed.

In the beginning of January, being hyped with the new SU episodes, I immediately fell in love with Blue Diamond and cosplayed her. Two months ago, a friend let me know that an artist she saw drew a fanart based on my photo. I was extremely flattered and happy, but also kinda sad the artist gave me zero credits. Us cosplayers and photographers work really hard to get a nice result, and everyone is happy when their photo serves as an inspiration for another artwork. I wrote a letter to her stating that I love her art, but I’d like her to credit me as a source of inspiration (adding the screen shot).

For two months, there was silence. I tried it again a few weeks ago, but again, no response. Okay, what can you do…



Last weekend we had a big con in Germany with a huge artist alley and both of us, the photographer and the cosplayer, attended. Suddenly, a friend came to us and said that there’s a girl selling this exact drawing. We were puzzled and decided to go to her booth and look at it ourselves.

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nathan prescott; literally murders rachel and buries her body in a place where none of her loved ones will find her for months, drugs chloe and attempts to take pictures of her, drugs kate, supports jefferson’s perverted photo project, threatens max after she rightly tells the principal that he brings a gun into school, relies on his family’s money to get his own way

y'all; oh my god he’s going to be in the prequel he’s wearing a BLUE JACKET my baby

  • Yousef: sana bakkoush?? yeah she’s amazing [digs into pocket] [pulls out thousands of photos of sana] she’s kicked my ass during our basketball matches [flips through them] im so amazed by her [shoves photos into your face] see this?? this was the first time she dragged me. she made my life better in every way. i love her so much
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fyi this was my transformation. the stylist i went to was prolly the coolest woman i’ve ever interacted with in my life i can only describe her lifestyle & salon as kat von d but with hair instead of tattoos. she had a sports car out front with custom plates that said “LOCKSTAR” and her receptionist was takin photos while she cut my hair for her instagram page.

An Unlikely Meeting ~ Finn Wolfhard x Reader ~ Part One

As I stood gripping my phone in my hands I decided that standing in this long-ass line was totally worth it. In about an hour, I would be meeting the cast of Stranger Things. I would be meeting Finn Wolfhard. I tried my best not to squeal out loud. I had been compressing bursts of excitement all day so I had no idea what was going to happen when I actually met them. Actually, I had been compressing bursts of excitement since I bought my tickets to Toronto Comic-Con. I was hoping that I didn’t embarrass myself when I actually met everyone.
~
Before you knew it, the line had gone down and you were at the very front about to go in. The security guard moved the barrier aside and you went through. It was a wonder you didn’t start screaming profanities at the sight. A few other people were in front of you and you started at the right side of the table. It was Gaten Matarazzo. He took a poster off the pile and signed it in silver sharpie.

“Hi!” He said with a smile, “It’s so nice to meet you! I’m Gaten.”
“I’m, Y/N, and it’s great to meet you too. Would it be okay if I took a picture?”
“Of course! As long as I can get one with you as well!”

You took a picture together on your phone and then one on Gaten’s as whenever a fan asked for a photo he always got one too. You took your poster and went to meet Caleb who stood up, took a picture with you and signed your poster, grinning ear to ear the entire time. Then it was Noah’s turn. He wasn’t in his seat at the table though. He had his sharpie and was standing ready to engulf you in a big hug. 

“I’m Noah. Thanks for coming. It’s great to meet you!”
With a quick flick of his pen, your poster was signed and he took the picture of you two together.
“Thank you so much, Noah,” You tried to keep your tone from reaching an unnatural height, “It’s amazing finally getting to meet you.”
“You too!”

Millie said hello as she signed and asked you your name, where you were from and if you were excited for season two. You had a little conversation and a photo before you moved on to Finn who was stood up like Noah. He was about to hug you when everything went black.
~
“Is she okay? What happened?”
“I don’t know! I was going to hug her and she collapsed. I think she’s waking up…”

You opened your eyes to see that five very worried faces were looking down at you.

“Oh, my gosh,” Millie said, “Someone go get the medical guy!”
She ran off somewhere to fetch someone. Caleb and Gaten followed.
“Are you okay?” Noah asked, “It’s Y/N, isn’t it? What happened?”
He and Finn knelt down and helped you sit up. With a very anxious look on his face, Finn handed you a bottle of water.
“Did I faint?” You asked in a quiet voice, “I’m so sorry.”
Finn looked stunned, “Why are you apologising?! You don’t need to be sorry. The others have gone to get some help.”
“Thank you.” You smiled and Finn smiled back,
“No problem,” He replied, “Is there anything else you need?”
“I don’t think so. Except for my poster.”
Noah and Finn laughed.
“You just fainted on me and you’re worried about that? You can have all the posters you want if you promise not to die on us.”
You laughed along with Finn and Noah. “In that case, I want a hundred posters so I can cover my whole bedroom with them.”
Noah smiled. “I like you Y/N. You’re easy to get along with.”
“Yeah,” Finn agreed, “Except for the fainting thing. That’s just a huge pain in my ass.”
More laughter. And more. Even though it made your head hurt you couldn’t help it. 

Suddenly Millie, Gaten and Caleb came rushing in with a doctor behind them. Finn stayed next to you as you were examined and asked questions about the fall. He asked if you were experiencing dizziness or nausea. Because you were he told you it was probably a concussion and he was going to take you out back where you could get rid of it.
“When we’re done,” Finn said to you, “We’ll come and see how you’re doing. And I’ll bring your poster, don’t worry.”

You both shared a smile as you were taken off for an aspirin and a rest. Despite the fact you collapsed, this was quickly turning into the best day of your life.
~
You almost went into cardiac arrest when Finn and the others came into the room you were in.
“How are you doing, Y/N?” Finn asked
“Better. Much better.”
“Good. Do they know why you fainted?”
“They’re saying that it was because of the excitement and the fact I haven’t eaten.”
“If we’re not keeping you from anyone,” Millie said with an encouraging smile, “You could come to eat with us. We’re not the ones paying for it so you don’t have to worry about that.”
“Seriously?”
“Sure.” Gaten cut in, “As long as you don’t steal my fries.”

You grinned and called your mum to tell her that she didn’t have to come and take you back to the hotel for another few hours. As you walked out and to the cars that were there to take everyone to dinner, Finn struck up a conversation with you. 

“Did you fly here? Where from?”
“I live in Vancouver, actually. I couldn’t pass up this opportunity.”
“As if we’re both from Vancouver.  What are the chances, huh?”
“Apparently they’re quite high for us.”
“Apparently so. Now, where shall we head for dinner?”
“I don’t mind. It’s up to you guys, considering you’ve let me tag along.”
“Don’t mention it, Y/N, and don’t worry about your poster,” he chuckled, “I’ve got that.”
“Thank you so much.”
You got in the back of a matte black Jeep, in the middle of Finn and Millie. The others were in the car behind. Millie looked down at your Doc Martens.
“Your boots are to die for!”
“Thanks,” you smiled, “I got them from Camden Market in London when I went in the summer. They’re limited edition.”
“Well, they look good on you, Y/N, if you don’t mind me saying.”
“Of course not! And thank you.”
“Okay,” Finn leaned over, “I’m feeling really left out. Is nobody going to tell me how hot I look in this jacket?”
You and Millie burst out laughing and at the same time and said, “No.”
“Wow. I’m hurt,” Finn held his hand to his chest as if he had been wounded, “I hope we get to the restaurant soon. I’m being bullied in this car.”
You and Millie carried on laughing, you couldn’t help it. Once the two of you composed yourselves a little she took her phone out and went on Instagram.
“Okay you two, photo for my Insta story. Smileeee!”

Millie took the photo and made you give her your Instagram name so she could tag you and follow you. Finn did the same. Before you knew what was happening, you had follow requests coming in.

You have five new follow requests:

@finnwolfhardofficial
@milliebobbybrown
@gatenm123
@noahschnapp
@therealcalebmclaughlin


As you pressed accept, you wondered how two hours ago you were lining up to meet your heroes and now you were in the back of a car going to dinner with them and getting follow requests on Instagram from them. What was this life you had just randomly been dropped into? Not that you were complaining…

You were sat between Finn and Noah and the others were across from you. Gaten had insisted that you dine at Nando’s and nobody had a problem with that since you were all starved. You were having the time of your life. Millie was asking you about your life in Vancouver, and everyone else was listening in eagerly.

“So,” Millie was leaning on her hands listening intently, “You’re a straight A student, but you must do other things too!”
“Yeah,” You thought for a moment, “I dance.”
“You dance?” Finn raised his eyebrows
“Yeah. Ever since I was four.”
“Damn,” Millie looked impressed, “Have you got videos?”
Shitshitshitshitshit Finn is going to see me dancing, your thoughts were getting very loud indeed. “Yeah. I do.” You got your phone from your bag, found the Instagram account for your dance school and gave them the phone. Mille angled it so that Finn and Noah could see too. You tried really hard not to start blushing.
“You are so good, Y/N!” Finn said
“Yeah!” Millie agreed, “Do you compete?”
“We do, yeah.”
“I’m not surprised,” Millie handed your phone back to you, “Anything else we should know about you? Are you hiding any more amazing talents?”
“Not really. I write for fun, but other than that I’m pretty normal. You know, nothing special.”
“Do not say that.” Millie looked serious, “You’re special. I’m just so glad we met you.”
“Yeah,” Gaten added, “It’s actually really great to have you here. I don’t have to hear Millie complain about how she wishes she wasn’t surrounded by boys all the time." 

Everyone’s food arrived and you had to elbow Finn a couple of times because he kept stealing your fries.
~
The six of you closed Nando’s. At eleven pm (pun intended) you all stood up and slipped into your jackets. You could see the Jeeps with the blacked out windows at the curb. You really didn’t want the night to end, and neither did Millie.

"Hey. I’ve got an idea, just tell me if it sucks, okay Y/N?”
“Sure…”
“How about we meet for breakfast tomorrow. It’s our last day and we can spend it however we want. It would be cool if we could spend it with you.”
“Really?” You genuinely were surprised
“Of course! Meet us at the Waffle House down the road from here.  And then we can go from there.”
“Okay then. What time?”
“Well,” Millie looked at Finn and Caleb and rolled her eyes, “They like to sleep in, so shall we say ten?”“
"Yeah, that works for me. I think my mum is outside, so I’ll see you in the morning.”
Millie pulled you in for a hug, “Of course, and I just wanted to say, I’m really glad we met you.”
“Me too.”

You said goodbye to the others and almost went into cardiac arrest for the billionth time today when Finn gave you a hug. When you met your mum she asked you about your day and how it was going to dinner with the cast of Stranger Things. She didn’t really understand the full capacity of what had just happened to you. You were so wrapped up in your evening that you completely forgot to tell her you fainted and how it was the reason you made five unlikely friends today.

You got up extra early and took a shower, even though you weren’t meeting everyone until ten. You thought it would be best to leave yourself plenty of time to get ready and make your way to the restaurant. Once you were out of the shower you dried your hair and braided it. You went with really basic makeup, not wanting to overdo it too much. As for your outfit you put on some high waisted black jeans, a white cropped sweater, and of course your Doc Martens. At about nine fifteen you said goodbye to your mum who was spending the day shopping and headed to the Waffle House. You googled its location last night when you found that you couldn’t sleep from excitement.
~
“Y/N!” You turned around and saw everyone coming down the street, “Hey!” Millie engulfed you in a hug and then so did Finn.
“Hey!” You smiled, “I think you guys are in the same hotel as me.”
“Seriously?” Noah asked, “We could have a movie night tonight if you are!”
“Oh my, yes!” Millie clapped her hands together in excitement, “Are you in the Hilton too?”
“Yeah. I thought we were in the same because of the road you came down.”
“Guys we can talk about this over waffles,” Caleb sighed, “I’m really hungry.”
And with that you went in to get seated, still talking about your plans for the evening.
~
Time skip to the evening…
“I can’t believe you two dragged us round Sephora for an hour and a half,”  Gaten sighed, “Look at my arms! They’re covered in lines of lipstick!”
“And mine,” Finn said
“They’re swatches,” Millie rolled her eyes, “And stop complaining. Y/N and I have been kind enough to let you pick the movies tonight.”
“Do you guys mind if we stop at my room on the way up? I want to ditch all this stuff and change.” You asked
“Sure.”

You all stepped out of the hotel elevator and to your room. The boys waited outside while you and Millie went in. Your mum still wasn’t back.
“What shall I put on,” you said to Millie from your bedroom
“Go with comfy but cute.”
You put on some black cotton shorts and a tank top along with some fuzzy socks. Before running out to Millie you took your hair down and ran through it.
“Come on,” You smiled, “Let’s go.”

When you went outside the boys all gave you the look up and down before heading back to their room. Millie dressed into something similar to you and grabbed a tonne of blankets from the bedroom and sat down together in front of the flat screen. When the boys came back from getting changed, Caleb and Noah ordered room service. Pizza, of course. Finn came and sat down next to you so you were between him and Millie. 

“God Finn you are such a blanket hog.”
He laughed and moved closer to you causing a shiver to run down your spine.
“Better?” He whispered
“Maybe.”

Despite the fact that you had just met Finn and the others, you could see the tight friendship forming. New connections, new relationships, new start. You wondered what would happen with Finn. Especially Finn.

TO BE CONTINUED!

So this started out as something I was writing for @thoughtfullyyoungduck as they requested it, but it’s turned into a lot more so there will be more parts, but bear with me as I have shit loads to do, honestly.

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Don't steal from me & say I stole from you.

So, this is my one & only story of great revenge. (Maybe not amazing revenge, but it made me feel so much better.) I apologize for the length.

I was a junior in college, living with scuba roommate (She was a scuba instructor in the off season). The other two girls who were supposed to live with us never showed up, so we had a beautiful semester living in a 2 bedroom townhouse (meant for 4 people). We got along very well.

Second semester starts, and we get a new roomie (I’ll call her Dee.) So Dee is dating (whom Scuba and I call Mr. Burns-he did NOT attend the college, nor any college) This guy is the biggest d-bag that I have ever met. He was openly dating 4 girls (this is the age of nextel’s, the PTT kind, so EVERY conversation he had was projected across our townhouse.) He hid nothing from any of girls. He had no job, no car, no life. Dee gave him a place to stay, and use of her car. The other girls gave him money if he needed.

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the houses

 (a rather abstract description of the houses, what they could look like and things they contain)

first house: You open a giant, dark wooden door. The knob is hot as you touch it but you don’t flinch and enter a even hotter room, you immediately start sweating. The air is burning and the windows are wide open. Bright light is shining trough some kind of living room, full of possessions of the creature living there. You look around and already know who must be the owner. Still,you ask who lives there and the strong Aries enters the room, his aura is radiant, vibrant, lively, present. “I am life”, he speaks clearly. “I am energy, physical appearance,the self, the will and the doing. I show you how you approach the world and open yourself to it.” 

second house: This door is made out of silver, with blue ornaments. It looks beautiful and must be of high value. With a ‘click’ the door opens, but it really is heavy, so you got to put more effort into the act of opening it. The room is rather minimalist, but some of the furniture and paintings must be old and very expensive. The Taurus stands in front of the high windows and looks out of it, the eyes tired, even a bit melancholic. “Is there something I can do for you?”, the Taurus asked, the voice deep and kind of magnetic. “I want to know who you are”, you ask slowly. The Taurus blinks slowly and answers: “I am development, self worth and win and loss, materialistic and emotional safety, setting limits and fighting for protection.” 

third house: As you come closer to the third door you can hear people speaking. Or at least someone who is discussing something with someone. Voices come and voices go, you are wondering how many people might be in there? The door looks asymmetrical and as you enter the room you are not sure if it’s an office or plainly a full room. As you look around you see that there are radios everywhere, from old to new and each of them is turned on. So that must be the voices. Notes over notes are gathered on the floor and walls, between them some  pictures pinned to the wall of different people. Right in the middle is the Gemini, both of them talking in a heat with a coffee in the right and a pencil in the left hand, constantly taking notes. “So, you must be..?”
“The Gemini!”, one answers excited. The other one continues, more thoughtful: “We are communication, the image, the way of thinking, and -”
“..the ability to adjust, the close environment, small adventures, our neighbors as well as-” 
“Siblings!”, the other one finishes the sentence and both of them laugh, clear as a bell.

fourth house: You hold on before opening this door. It’s made out of colored, dark blue wood, the knob is glowing and the night sky is painted on the dark background. As you open the door everything seems quiet, but you hear someone humming a lullaby, quietly. The cancer sits in the middle of the darkened room, old photo albums, books and letters are gathered around her and she looks like she would fall asleep in any second. You see that this is a bedroom, filled with belongings of her and you hear the sound of the waves outside somewhere from the opened window. As you sit quietly next to her and watch her looking through the photos, she smiles softly before answering your unspoken question: “You know what I am? I am emotions and the feeling of true belonging. I am the roots of your inner being, family and home, your psychological identification, the connection of the environment and private life. I am the intimacy, age and the unconsciousness.”

fifth house: This door is not wooden. It is made out of the finest marble you could find here on earth. The knob is long and golden, a Latin phrase is written on the shimmering marble, it says ‘Ab imo pectore‘, from the bottom of my heart. You can hear music playing loudly and with an easy sweep you open the giant. You enter an atelier, the light is glowing golden and the Leo dances in the middle of it. Everything look rather antique, but with such grace and vividness, you cannot stop yourself from smiling. The sudden laugh of the Leo sounds like an imitating roar and he tip toes to his lover on the giant bed next to the window. “You are even more beautiful than my paintings, I could never capture your beauty.” As his lover smiles and takes his hands, they suddenly point in your direction and the Leo turns around, his thick hair shining in the light. “What do you want, stranger?” You answer honestly and the Leo laughs again as you want to know who he is. “I am art, your passions, creativity and individuality. The will for live, joy, children, the partner, sexuality, the wish for admiration and appreciation. “

sixth house: This door seems rather modest, but pretty as well. It seems to be quiet smaller than the rest of the doors you have seen so far. It has small little patterns carved in it. You see a note in the middle of it, it’s telling you to knock before opening and so you do as it told you. “Yes, you may come in.” You enter a cold, neatly tidied up working room, the lights are dimmed but the creature - the Virgo - in front of you is uptight, being busy doing some work - whatever it might be - but still keep a gentle smile on the lips. “Sorry, I’m in a hurry, please don’t mind the mess.” Mess she says, but you cannot even see a bit of dust on the book shelf. “Please, sit down, do you want something to drink? I cannot let you stay for a long time, but I already know what you might want to know, if you don’t mind answering you question.” Surprised you nod. “I a, work and service, as you can see. I am duty, social integration, physic healthiness, one ones limits and the limit of the others. the balance between my own needs and the ones of the environment.”

seventh house: This door is already open. You are surprised and carefully look into the room. There is a comfortable looking bedroom, its furniture is held in warm colors, there is much light shining inside since the windows are very high and there are no curtains. The Libra is walking directly towards you, a soft smile on the lips and a glass of water in the other hand. “Hey, how are you? Just passing by?” You nod and ask if you are allowed to sit down on the sofa, Libra nods and sits down with you. “Sorry, I am just, ahm-” He pauses as he notes down something in a giant book with a dark, cracked leather binding.” You blink  a few times before asking what kind of book Libra is carrying with him. “Oh this? Sometimes I need to note everything down, every person that touched me, I’ve met, you know. You learn so much by being in touch with others.” You nod, it seems right what he says. “You know, I am the development of ones own identity by meeting others. Relationships to others, the You, mental interest, contacts and meetings, harmony, joy and beauty. The partner, the person opposite as my projection surface, cooperation, socialization, coming together and working together.”

eight house: This door seems made out of stone. You are struggling to open it. Are you allowed to open it? The atmosphere is tense and you hear a vibrant sound somewhere. Next to you  in the hallway is a small window, which you look out of. There is the deep, blackness of the night sky, golden stars are adorning it, among them the white, glowing, milky moon, who whispers sweet promises and goodbyes to you. Suddenly the stone door is opening, you jump in shook and your heartbeat raises as you see red glowing eyes watching you from the dark behind it. “Hello. What do you want”, a deep, echoing voice asks you. Your hands are shaking, you are frightened and at the same time deeply hypnotized. “You are Scorpio, right?” The eyes keep on starring. “I am.” You swallow and ask if you may enter. “I am the darkness that you desire, the occult, the interest, I am passion, desire, transformation, the taboo, the darker side and death. Are you sure you want to come in?” You do not hesitate, but nod instantly. “Hmpf.” A pale hand grabs yours, the skin tone seems too pale for something living, but indeed the hand is warm and you feel oddly safe. 

ninth house: You had to climb a long spiral staircase in order to get to this room. Exhausted you breath desperately for air before realizing that you are in a giant tower. This door is slightly opened and you hear music faintly whispering in your ear. “Sorry?”, you ask as you see the Sagittarius twirling around in the room, a couple of maps in the hand. The room is full of possessions, pictures, books, paintings and different furniture from all over the world. Suddenly the Sagittarius stops, his brown eyes vividly laying on you. “Oh hi, didn’t see you there”, he says as he lays down the old maps. You remark the exciting and interesting looking room, it smells like jasmine in here. “You are the urge for more and exploration?”, you ask and the Sagittarius smiles. “I am not only that. I am your conscious mind, always growing, always developing, asking for the meaning of life. I am wanting to expand one’ philosophy, higher norms and values, abstract way of thinking, education and different cultures, explorations and the way of understanding. I am your ideal, your religious and spiritual life.”

tenth house: You knocked almost three times but no one seems to open this door. You are wondering what might happened to the person inside it. You try pushing it as you hear a stricter, cold voice: “Try ringing the bell instead.” It came out of the intercom. “Sorry, I-” 
“It’s alright, I don’t mind. Come in.” The door opens from its own and you are intimidated by the big entry. A woman with a suitcase and silky trouser suit walks towards you, the sound of her shoes echoing from the walls. “Hi, I am Capricorn, Excuse me, but I do not like this knocking, there is a bell for a reason.” You look into her grey eyes and even though her facial expressions seems hard you know she is gentle. You apologize but she laughs it off. “I have a meeting at six, and I know what you want - Virgo already called me -, so I am explaining everything now - oh, here take a seat, coffee and biscuits are here on the table.” You do as she said but are somehow a  bit too nervous to eat. “I am the development and realization of ones goals in life or even destiny. I am the public, ones image, law, order and authority. Honor, responsibility, appeal and the position you take in society.”

eleventh house: “Hi, here do I live”, the shield hanging on the door says. Sadly it does not say who “I” is. You ring the door bell and the bell ringing sounds differently than usual. It is longer and you have never heard this kind of melody as a door bell before. “Come in”, someone says quietly. The light is dimmed, and you see Aquarius in front of his Laptop on his bed. “Sorry, had no time tying up, I am trying to connect to this live broadcast of the speech from this dude here, he’s responsible for this rather extreme party and - ah, it’s not working, damn it.” He closes the Laptop and offers you a seat on his bed. “Nice to meet you, want some coffee?” He offers you a cup but takes it back immediately. “Sorry, paint water in there, not coffee, ha. Nice jacket, you come here often?” You shake your head and smile. He is funny and unusual, you like it. “Actually, I wanted to know who..” 
“I am? Well, I am the development of your goals regarding society. The zeitgeist, friends, communities, reforms, ambitions and change. Emancipation, patronage, rebellion, humanitarian and social ideals, also hopes and desires. 

twelfth house: The last door. Your journey was long but everything has an end and you know that the person behind this door knows this feeling too well - that the circle is closing, ending and repeats itself afterwards. You open the door, knowing you do not have to knock. You step into radiant, glowing, crystal blue water. The water is flowing in circles and Pisces is standing there, the softest smile on the lips, eyes so warm and understanding, the head lightly tilted. You are enchanted by the tingling sensation of the water and as you grab Pisces hands, they are warm and soft. “Do not be afraid. I am endless devotion. Endless devotion without losing ground underneath you feet. I am the other meta-level. Delusional, transparent, drawn to fleeing from fears, but always love deep inside. Come, you can visit the other realm with me now.”

Behind The Mask

Matt Murdock/ Reader

Originally posted by arabellawrites

Words: 1.570

Summary: So what if you have a crush on the vigilante Daredevil? It’s not like he knows you personally.

Request: Can I please request a Matt/reader where they are friends but she doesn’t know yet that Matt is Daredevil, and one day they start talking about DD and Foggy starts bugging her about “having a crush on the Devil”(and she doesn’t deny it). And later on, Matt makes a move as Daredevil and drops a hint or two of who he really is?? Thankyou :)

Tagging: @kwaiky

Requested by: @iamthemaskhewears

Author’s note: im glad to see that daredevil fans aint dead. did a slight twist to the prompt


You take a long hard look at the reported photo of the vigilante Daredevil elaborately leaping to a nearby building plastered on the front page of the newspaper. The identity of his true self is unknown and the mystery surrounding him makes you want to know more about this infamous vigilante.

“Really, Y/N? Again with the newspaper?” Foggy’s voice comes from behind, making you grin at what he might say next.

“Next thing I know, you have a shrine of Daredevil in your closet.” He places a mug of hot coffee on the coaster next to you.

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  • Rhysand: Feyre Archeron?? Yeah she’s amazing [digs into pocket] [pulls out thousands of photos of Feyre] she’s kicked my ass so many times now [flips through them] i'm so amazed by her [shoves photos into your face] see this?? This was the first time she throw a shoe at me . She made my life better in every way. I love her so much
I’m Dedicating Every Day to You

Daveed Diggs x Reader

Part One | Part Two

Hamwriters write-a-thon day five

Note: This is a sequel to Don’t Drop Him! Because you guys seemed to like that one a lot, plus I wanted to write Daveed as a dad. Also the baby’s name is from the book Sula by Toni Morrison, mainly because Daveed loves that book and I couldn’t figure out a name. 

Warning: swearing, water breaking (do i have to warn you about that?) 

Word Count:1,115

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“Daveed!” Daveed hears Y/N yelling from the couch but he doesn’t move straight away, for the last couple weeks of her pregnancy she’s been calling for him every few minutes to grab something for her that at this point he know’s it won’t be something urgent. “Daveed Diggs get your ass in here!” She yells.

With a frown he quickly gets up from his desk and rushes out to the living room where Y/N is standing, with a pool of water on the floor between her feet.

“Babe wha- oh shit” he says, his eyes wide as he realises what’s happened. Y/N’s water has broken.

Fuck, fuck, fuck what the hell do I do? She’s a week early, He thinks to himself as he continues to stare at her.

“You gonna stand there all day or are you going to take me to the hospital?” she asks.

Daveed snaps into action, grabbing his keys, wallet and phone from the bench before coming over to take Y/N by the wrm and lead her towards the door.

“Why do you look so terrified, you’re not the one that is about to give birth” She points out as Daveed leads her to the elevator of their building.

“I am not delivering our child on in the elevator Y/N” He says, his fingers drumming against his leg as they wait for the elevator to reach the ground floor. 

“You’re not delivering this baby period” she says. 

“Agreed” he mutters. 

The elevator doors finally open and Daveed helps Y/N rush towards the car. 

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OKAY BUT WHY: 67 questions that have popped into my head in the past 24 hours

In stream-of-consciousness order:

1. Skull hell.
2. Why kill Mary if she’s good
3. Why was the hospital dedicated in 2044
4. Why is he writing the blog post about the baby being born in an image file befORE THE BABY WAS BORN
5. What the hell was John’s letter to Sherlock and why do we never hear anything about it again
6. Why was the lady Carmichael mirror so perfect we could predict actual dialogue lines (“You promised!”)
7. Why did TAB “PROVE” Moriarty was dead when it only proved you need a friend to help you make the blood splatter
8. WHO WAS TAKING CARE OF THE BABY WHEN EVERYONE HE KNOWS IS AT THE THERAPIST’S HOUSE
9. How did John get out of the stupid well if his fucking feet were chained to the bottom
10. Why does a gun go off at the end of TLD, but in TFP it’s a tranquilizer
11. Why bring up that romantic entanglement “would complete you as a human being” if you don’t return to it
12. How did Mary jump in front of a bullet, and why is her death scene just like the “Hollywood deaths” that they criticized when Sherlock was shot
13. Why did nobody know who John was in TLD when in THoB everyone knew it was his blog (he fucking writes it in the first person)
14. Why is the blog stopped since S4 starts
15. How does EVERYONE know the story of the Merchant of Samarra when it’s not actually that common
16. How does Mary know to call him a Dragonslayer
17. How did Sherlock know that Ghost!Mary was saying he should wear the hat
18. How did John make the deduction about how Sherlock figured out how he knew which therapist he would choose and when he’d be there
19. How did John have an affair with a woman but he DOESN’T RECOGNIZE HER WHEN SHE’S SITTING RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM AT THERAPY
20. Why has Mycroft been so clearly linked to Moriarty
21. Why set up that footage of a shooting can be altered
22. Why have Culverton say that line about revealing your secret to your friends when it’s completely irrelevant thereafter
23. How did Lastrade know about Sherlock killing Magnussen anD MARY’S PAST
24. If Mycroft knew who Mary is then why didn’t he ever say anything
25. What happened to the stupid black pearl
          a. What’s the point of DI Hopkins
26. Mirrors
          a. You will John-style never convince me that these mirrors were a lie
27. Making history? What history
28. Promos
          a. Sitting in the “married ones” room with the burnout in the shape of an                anatomical heart
          b. “Sherlock’s in love, but with who”—is this really just to be cruel
29. How does Mary know where to go when he texts “the curtain rises” but texts John the actual address
30. Let’s talk about the mysterious crypt lair that Sherlock has for ONE SCENE and then never returns to
31. How come the Six Thatchers was already a different case they had done on the blog
32. Vatican Cameos
33. Umbrella sword gun
34. James or John
35. Mrs. Turner next door has got married ones
36. What was Sherlock going to say on the tarmac
37. What couldn’t John tell Ella after Sherlock died
38. And why does Sherlock go to see Ella and talk about a recurring dream in a weird ass attic office but it never comes back around
39. Gerridebs is their favorite case but it’s made into the biggest “no homo” joke
40. Why be obsessed with Sherlock’s sex life
41. Why does the AGRA drive look different
42. How do you survive being exploded from a second story flat with no injuries
          a. You. Don’t.
43. How can you possibly redeem Euros after everything she’s done
44. Why did Euros have a random breakdown in the middle of her grand plan—ALSO THE WHOLE PLANE MAKES NO SENSE
45. Why were people not more worried about how she killed Victor
46. “Drowned Redbeard”—an ACTUAL CHILD was missing and the suspect said this and they didn’t think to check all the fucking wells
47. How did his family all agree to pretend that Redbeard was a dog and never mention his sister ever again
48. WHERE IS MORIARTY’S BODY
49. Euros appears to have super mind-control powers?
50. WHAT ABOUT THE FREAKING MEMORY DRUG
51. Why has every episode been focused on how relationships are more important than the stories, but then Video!Mary is all like “relationships don’t matter because YAY detective stories”
52. Why did Euros just leave John after she tranq’d him
53. Whole episode is about how his childhood is what makes Sherlock who he is but ends episode with “but who you are doesn’t really matter”
          a. Great man -> good man? Eh. Doesn’t really matter.
54. The camera error in TST
55. How did they get onto the boat? A helicopter? Why not just take it to the island? How did Sherlock get inside as a member of the team? They only found John and Mycroft
56. How was the chess game promo a spoiler
57. Why was he using twitter in TST but then John was surprised he was on social media in TLD
58. Lamp hell.
59. What was the lie in TLD
60. Why was the episode called the final problem? The final problem was established to be to burn the heart out of him
61. Why is the static in Sherrinford a weird waterfall
62. Why did Sherlock paste John’s face on the Vetruvian Man (okay this wasn’t S4 but also I CANNOT LET THIS GO)
63. Why wasn’t Euros in the family video and why did noBODY EVER BRING HER UP IN SHERLOCK’S LIFE AGAIN— “Euros may have been my daughter but Sherlock seems to want to forget she existed entirely so let’s all pretend we didn’t have a daughter”
64. Why are all the villains textually queer
65. Who is the woman in the photo who was looking out the window holding an elephant
66. Why did Sherlock say that Mary destroyed the AGRA drive, when it was John
67. 26 pages of dialogue.

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I know these two photos were taken with completely different cameras at completely different angles with completely different lighting, but… I’m shitting myself. Who is that on the left? I don’t even know anymore, but I’m glad his pathetic existence has ended.

The photo on the left is me on Christmas, 2013, and in it you can see me giving my signature inauthentic smile. I remember looking at this particular photo back then and wanting to cry; everything was so wrong… I appeared to be this giant, acne-ridden guy who wanted to grow his hair out and look pretty; the dysphoria was resurfacing around that time, as it tended to do randomly, and still does.

I feel like HRT is changing me more than should be scientifically possible, but I’m definitely not complaining. I look back at photos of myself like this one and, I hate to be dramatic, but I can see the torment on my face. It’s so obvious, looking back. That melodramatic, deeply-troubled and confused guy was going absolutely nowhere in life, but the girl you see on the right is going somewhere, and she is going to do everything she can to make sure people like the individual on the left don’t have to suffer anymore.

Imagine Misha loving to talk about you,his wife, in interviews.

“And just as I thought I had been through enough on set, no there had to be more coming!” Misha laughed, shaking his head “But this time they got my wife into this!”

“Your wife?” the interviewer asked with a frown “How did they manage to have (Y/n) involved in all of this?”

“I’d talk about the time she was with me at one of the cons, waiting backstage and Jared and Jensen had decided to bring her on stage while she had her phone! And Chuck forbid it if they ever really get it in their hands, because the videos or photos she has in that thing will be enough to blackmail me for the rest of my life!” he shook his head with a laugh “Luckily she showed only one or two videos but I can never stay mad at her when she gives me the puppy eyes.”

“But you are not thinking about it, are you?”

“No, of course! That was nothing compared to the scare I got when I found out she would be appearing in Supernatural for a couple episodes!” he breathed out, eyes wide but a smile on nonetheless.

“Scare? I’m sorry Misha but unless you really mean this- I have to tell you we are live and your wife might actually be watching!” she pointed out with a giggle but he only shook his head.

“Oh I am absolutely sure about that! She’s been sending me messages-” he waved his phone before stuffing it back in his pocket “The whole time, about like ‘Fix a little bit your coat, Castiel!’ or 'Remind me why you don’t wear stuff like this more often? You look great!’ or even 'Baby your hair looks so good like this!’ but I am only sure that when I get back home she’ll do everything in her power to mess them up again, doing things I really don’t wanna talk about in live TV.”

“Oh yes yes, please don’t!” she exclaimed, shaking her head as she looked around with a smile.

“It’s alright, I’m used to this with her. But to answer your question, yes I was really scared. Not because she was going to be there, no I would finally have an ally against the morons I call friends… I think, or she would probably end up teaming up with them anyway. But the thing is, Jared told me was going to be either Sam or Dean’s love interest and I seriously lost it!” he made hand motions, grinning.

“Oh they certainly found a way to get to you!”

“Yeah, I was almost on the verge of talking to the writers about adding like a fight scene like the one season eleven with Dean just in case.” he shrugged casually as she burst in laughter “I would enjoy this one very much, I know. But I mean, come on! It’s my wife we’re talking about here!”

“Now that you mentioned it- Is she a Cas girl?” she asked and Misha nodded his head with a grin.

“Hardcore and for life! Nothing will change that, I know it from personal experience.” he laughed “But as we said: no talking about this in live TV, mostly because she’ll want to kill me later.” he winked and grinned.

My true creepy story:

My mother told me that when I was a new born, she went to this convenient store/ meat store in Chicago. While shopping, she felt someone following us. She makes nothing of it until she gets to the cash register, as she is holding me and placing the food to the register, a woman approaches us. My mother does not speak English, but the lady on the cash register did speak Spanish. As the woman approaches, she tries pulling me off my mom’s arms. My mother holds me tighter and looks the woman dead in the eyes and tells her “what the fuck?!” the cash register lady asks my mom in Spanish if she knows the woman, and my mother, holding me tight, says no. The woman on the register tells the psycho lady to leave the store or she would have the police called. 2 days later my mom is watching the news, the reporter says there was a woman in Chicago who kidnapped a newborn trying to sell her, and was caught and arrested. When the photo of the woman appeared, my mother quickly noticed it was the same woman who tried kidnapping me just two days before. I wonder what hell my life would’ve turned out to be if the woman managed to steal me and sell me off, that is if I would be alive at this age.