mom told me that dad killed and ate seagulls sometimes when he was growing up and food was hard to come by. she said he said it wasn’t very good

Mehcad Brooks story time!

So today I met Mehcad at Heroes and Villains Fan Fest in London. It was hot and everyone was under a glass roof, Melissa and Chris cancelled the day before the event, a lot of people were a bit moody and Mehcad showed up half an hour late to his signing. We were told he had food poisoning, poor guy. 

But boy was he worth the wait. 

As soon as he arrived he changed the mood. He was a ball of light. He hugged everyone he could and kept apologizing for being late, going down the line and giving people hugs and high fives. I had a VIP pass and was the only VIP pass waiting so I was one of the first ones to go and get my autograph and picture.

I told him that as a trans man who is transitioning one of the things I struggled with was finding positive male role models who embodied a positive masculinity, being strong but sensitive and leaving room for women and femininity, and that James represented that for me and was one of the first characters who did. His response was beyond humbled. He thanked me, probably gave me three or four more hugs and told me how much it meant to him to be putting that energy out there, then he asked if he could take a picture with me. I laughed and said that I had bought one, and he said but I want to take it with you on my phone. So we did. He took the pic himself (bless those long arms) then took a couple with my phone as well. He asked if it was ok to share my story and I said of course, that I’m very open and out and proud, and he thanked me because he felt it was so important and he was so floored by it. 

A little later was his panel. Due to the other Supergirl guests cancelling he was alone. From the moment he stepped out he was full of light and energy in spite of having food poisoning. You would never have known. There was a sign language interpreter there and he was trying to learn the things she was signing during his questions, made everyone feel special and welcome, made sure every child that stepped up to ask a question was given a round of applause, and when a girl came up to thank him for what he was doing for the people of Manchester (he’s giving away free autographed 8x10s to anyone from Manchester who sees him this weekend) he asked if she was from there and she said yes, so he said “come up here” and gave her the biggest and longest hug. 

He told some funny stories, and at the very end when someone asked how he feels about the show being political, he said he doesn’t think it is, he thinks it’s about inclusion and hope and light, that it doesn’t matter who you are, a black man can be an iconic comic book character and you can love any gender, and he doesn’t think that’s politics, he just thinks it’s right, and as he was saying it he made contact with me in the audience and smiled and winked at me. It was honestly so touching. 

He was also asked about what he thought of Mon El’s backstory, and he pretended his mic had cut off LMAO. You could tell he was ready to pop off about slavery, but he wanted to keep things light and positive, which was exactly what people needed, to be honest.

Mehcad Brooks, everyone.

Remember the time Clara talked about falling in love with the Doctor?

One thing that drives Clara haters mad - and Doctor-Clara deniers insane - is the fact that we have on-screen evidence that the romance between them was real. It wasn’t something invented in retrospect. Nor was it (as some suggested) shoehorned in to make the finale of Series 9 more interesting. No, it was there from the start.

Of course those of us “in the know” realize this already. It was pretty clear that Clara (Prime) fell for the Doctor when she saw him in her driveway guarding her in “The Bells of Saint John”. Eleven of course fell in love with Clara Oswin Oswald in “The Snowmen” (and was strangely drawn to unlucky Oswin Oswald before that) and luckily for him the original Clara - though perhaps a bit more world-weary than her counterparts - turned out to be just as amazing.

And then came “She Said, He Said: A Prequel”, the surreal minisode released ahead of the Series 7 finale, “The Name of the Doctor” in which first Clara, then Eleven, deliver similar monologues in a room full of props from Season 7B. Is it canon? From a purely narrative “this happened” perspective, of course not. The room is full of stuff the Doctor couldn’t possibly possess, and both monologues break the fourth wall. From a character perspective, however, this is Steven Moffat giving us an insight into the minds of these two characters that he created (semantics: Moffat didn’t create the Doctor, obviously. But he created this incarnation of him). This is the point of view he followed as a writer, and as a showrunner he guided the other writers to keep in mind. And even though he threw a spanner into the works by having Clara and Twelve step back from one another in Series 8 (to the point where Clara turned to Danny for the companionship the Doctor now denied her) - obviously Clara’s feelings for the Doctor would not have disappeared simply because he looked older and had a different personality. Yeah, she had a wobble in “Deep Breath”, but she would have been an incredibly shallow person - frankly unworthy of being a companion, never mind “the Doctor’s girlfriend” (to paraphrase Matt Smith at NYCC 2016) - if she really threw out her feelings for him simply because he changed. Do people who are truly in love dump one another because of a few grey hairs or one puts on some weight, etc?

So these are her words as the minisode begins:

“One day you meet the Doctor. And of course, it’s the best day ever. It’s just the best day of your life. Because, because he’s brilliant, and he’s funny, and mad, and best of all, he really needs you. The trick is, don’t fall in love. I do that trick quite a lot, sometimes twice a day.”

And these are Eleven’s. Again, just because he changed does not mean these opinions changed. The Doctor is always the same man just with a different wrapping.

“We’re running together, and she’s perfect. Perfect in every way for me … Clara. My Clara. Always brave, always funny, always exactly what I need. Perfect. Too perfect.”

Of course the Doctor had to inject a bit of menace at the end. That’s for drama, plus there was a “too good to be true” mystery aspect at the time. But still, this is the Doctor laying it on the line. He says right out that Clara is perfect in every way for him. He’s not even couching it in language like “she’s the best companion.” He’s got a far more personal point of view here.

Although it’s on DVD, “She Said, He Said” has fallen into a bit of obscurity since it wasn’t a full-length episode. But it puts things out there plain as day. Doctor x Clara was real, it was intentional, it was sustained for three full seasons (if you count from “Asylum of the Daleks”). And, as those two brief moments in “The Pilot” and the first episode of Class proved - the embers of Doctor x Clara haven’t died out yet.

schniggles  asked:

I would be so very, very interested in your take on a Stardew Valley fic

Elliot opened the door to his cabin, and nearly fell backwards, swallowing an unbecoming shriek of surprise.

The woman who’d claimed the old farm west of Pelican Town was standing right outside his door. Her dark eyes were wide and wild, blue hair frayed and flying in every direction, green slime and rust smudged over her cheeks. The hem of her white dress was tattered, touched with the mud that soaked her heavy boots.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hello?” he said. “Are you hurt?” He thought that some of the mud might have been bruises, but it was hard to tell.

She laughed like a jug full of rocks. “Yeah,” she said. She hadn’t taken her eyes off of him. “You weren’t here this morning so I went to the mine.” She had a pickaxe and a sword strapped to her back, both looking worn and battered.

“Would you like me to call Harvey?” he asked, because the longer he looked at her the more she looked as if she was about to collapse.

“No, I’ll probably just go to bed,” she said, pulling her backpack in front of her so that she could dig through it.

“It really seems like you should go to the hosp–”

He was interrupted when she shoved something towards him.

“I got you this lobster,” she said.

It was in poor shape, having apparently been kept at the bottom of her bag, beneath raw ore and berries and sharp hunks of crystal. He took it very gingerly from her with the tips of well-manicured fingers. Hers were chewed ragged and covered in dirt.

“This is a beautiful gift,” he assured her. “Thank you.”

She beamed. Her teeth were stained red.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to–”

“Okay, bye,” she said, turning to run back toward the bridge into town. Elliot was left standing in the doorway to his cabin, spotless from his boots to his cravat, holding a disfigured lobster covered in gold dust and crushed salmonberries.

He looked at the lobster.

“… I wonder if she likes poetry.”


So I’m angry at everything and the world and I’m especially angry

about the fucking fanfic called I Hate Love You.

I was going to do the n///ame thing so it won’t come up in tags but lol sorrynotsorry this kind of needs to be seen so here we go

Let me just come right out and say it: This fanfic is problematic because it deals with abuse, victim-blaming (so much fucking victim blaming), drugging, manipulation, blackmailing, and a whole bunch of other problems.

If you read this fic, and even if you don’t, I really fucking hope you don’t sympathize with Adrien past the first half of the first chapter or whatever.

This version of Adrien doesn’t deserve forgiveness, happiness, a second chance. He doesn’t deserve sympathy. The next thing you’re gonna tell me is that if some man drugged a girl in real life and took suggestive photos to blackmail her with, that he should be forgiven for it if he “does everything he can to get forgiveness.” If you wouldn’t sympathize with someone who does that to your friend or any stranger, then you’d better not fucking sympathize with it in this fic.

“Oh but Megatraven!! Fanfiction isn’t real, sweaty!!!” you say.

Yeah, fanfic isn’t real. But do you know what is? Being affected by a fanfic. If people think what’s happening in this fic is okay, they’re going to wind up romanticizing abuse and won’t see it as a problem when it is. Fanfic can impact a person’s mind and thoughts, just like reading any book can.

There are a lot of younger people in the fandom, people who aren’t even out of high school yet, and when a fic as popular as this victim-blames and makes a sympathizer out of you for a very abusive person, then it’s going to affect the way they think. They’re going to go out in the world (or maybe experience it young, even) and they’re going to get hurt and be expected to forgive someone that hurt them for fear of being blamed for it all.

In this fanfiction, Marinette made one mistake. Just one. She snapped at him. Then she apologized. But he decided to make her life hell.

He made her look bad in front of everyone.

He drove away her friends, or made them (Alya included) try to convince her to be nice to him.

He abused his miraculous’ power to get in good with Marinette (who was crushing on him) and made her trust him.

He stole her first kiss as Adrien, and her second as Chat Noir near immediately after.

He drugged her so that she would stay sleeping, and then proceeded to touch her (without consent!!!) to make sure he got some nice photographs that made it look like she was taking advantage of him and proceeded to blackmail her into being his girlfriend with them.

Nobody heard her cries for help, they just saw them and went “awww cute couple!”

He apparently fell in love with her through all of this. (That’s really fucking unhealthy and disgusting, falling in love with the girl you’re manipulating and abusing and forcing to be with you.)

She found out he was Chat Noir, and was rightfully upset and devastated and hurting. She made him stay away from her, and she told him what he is- a monster who doesn’t deserve to say he loves her or is sorry or full of regret.

TIKKI! OH BOY GUYS, LISTEN TO WHAT TIKKI FUCKING SAID. SHE SAID “Aww he tried to apologize!” BECAUSE APPARENTLY SAYING “SORRY FOR DESTROYING YOU AND ABUSING YOU” MEANS YOU SHOULD FORGIVE HIM. She also tries to defend him. “Maybe he was just confused?” Yeah fucking right.

Anyways, he felt bad, so he told Nino, Alya, and Chloe what he did to her. Nino tries to defend his actions a tiny bit, Alya is furious, and Chloe wants to help him fix the situation.

Tikki lectures Marinette on forgiving him for herself, not for him, but you know???? You don’t have to fucking forgive anybody if you don’t want to. Maybe it works for some people, but it doesn’t work for everyone.



And then

And fucking then

they decide to make Marinette and Adrien meet. Because, you know, Marinette’s unhappiness is because she’s only heartbroken, not because she was drugged, abused, manipulated, used, etc. Because seeing her abuser and talking things out is the only way to solve the problem.

They made her sit down and eat lunch with him or some shit

god there’s so much more and i stopped reading around here because I couldn’t fucking deal anymore, but i’ve watched some live reads of it and also skimmed some of the time and basically

Adrien gives her space and time and when they get together again, because Marinette somehow still loves him, he gets super clingy and over protective and Marinette doesn’t like it at all. She needs more space and time and he tires to give it to her, all the while victim-blaming and guilting her because he’s “done everything [he] can to earn her forgiveness” wHEN HE SHOULD DAMN WELL KNOW HE HASN’T

he ends up giving her his miraculous and leaves france for a few years?? Plagg is a fucking asshole and tells Marinette he gave up his happiness for her own as if he deserves happiness after everything that happened

So anyways

A lot of the readers (if you don’t believe me, read the comments on the fic holy shit) find that Marinette is being a bitch who should forgive Adrien because he’s said sorry and given her a few things

and they find Adrien as a perfect little angel who did some bad things but doesn’t deserve how he’s being treated now because apparently Mari said they was okay but decides she wasn’t ready to completely forgive him yet and that she needs more space.

They think what he’s done for forgiveness and out of ‘’’’love’’’’ means what he did to her doesn’t matter anymore

Let’s also, just for a moment, touch on this very problematic thing:







the author also says “ After [these polls] please, don’t come shouting to me that you’ve got traumatized because the story is so … “traumatizing”. If you don’t like it, don’t read it.”



I don’t fucking care if you personally don’t find this shit problematic, it doesn’t change the fact that it is.

Unfollow me if you sympathize with Adrien in this fic. Unfollow me or talk to me so that I can explain in more detail why he does not deserve sympathy, forgiveness, happiness, or really anything people seem to think he does.

Edit: I know I didn’t put everything I could have into this, but trust that there is a ton more wrong in that story.

anonymous asked:

ooh, if you're accepted requests! after last week's episode, I kept wondering to myself how bughead would be in a long distance relationship? with him in toldedo and her still in riverdale. I imagine they would last pretty long. lol. could you write something on that? I'm curious to how you would picture it!


Jughead sighed heavily, dropping his bag to the floor and kicking one of Jellybeans endless pairs of converse across the room, she may be a tomboy but the ten year old could never have enough shoes. Today had been a particularly brutal day at school for the beanie wearing boy, after being tossed around by the football team he was left with a bruise on his cheek and a serious appreciation for Reggie Mantle, atleast the airhead jock didn’t beat him up on a regular basis.

Throwing himself on his bed and grabbing his laptop he said a quick Thankyou to whatever God was up there, Betty was online and her Skype name was blinking. Jughead clicked on the green telephone and adjusted himself so he was as close to the screen as possible, suddenly dark green eyes and dimples graced his laptop and he instantly found himself relaxing.

“Hey there Juliet” he mumbled, the smile breaking free on his face as he saw her own eyes light up.

“Juggie” she said softly, eyes scanning his face and Landing instantly on the purple bruise forming quickly “what is that!” Her fingers reached out to the screen, desperately trying to touch his pain, make it better.

“It’s nothing.” He said quickly, his own fingers reaching out almost as if there weren’t hours between them.

Betty shook her head vehemently
“It’s not nothing! Someone hit you! Someone hit my boyfriend!” Her eyes lit up and he saw the raw determination pass over her.

“Bets.. it was just a couple of idiot jocks, it’s really not worth my time. I wanna talk about you, how was cheerleading?” He quickly changed the subject, leaning closer and memorizing every freckle, every beauty mark.

She sighed again before launching into a story about how Cheryl had fallen when Ginger bent down to tie her shoe in the middle of a lift, suddenly she was cut off by the familiar high pitched giggle from outside her window
“That’s Ronnie, her, Archie and I are heading to Pops. Burgers and shake night, it’s a new thing he’s doing, buy a burger get a free shake.” She rolled her eyes at the silly town she lived in as Jughead felt the familiar ache in his chest. he was homesick. He was Betty sick.

“Come on Bets! You know vanilla goes fast and we all know my beautiful yet fiery girlfriend always takes the last one!” Archie called from below her window, slinging an arm around Veronica and kissing her cheek.

Betty laughed out her window and looked back at the screen with sad eyes
“I have to go.” She whispered.

“I know.” He answered.

She sighed again and rested her chin in her palm
“I wish you were here” she said wistfully

“I know” he said again, laying his palm flat on the screen as she did the same

“Text me?” Betty asked softly.


Just as he was about to hit the end button Betty spoke again

“Don’t forget to check your mail today Romeo.” She winked and ended the call.

He practically ran towards the mailbox, tripping over his feet and ignoring his mother calling his name. Sure enough sticking out of the mailbox was a white envelope with Betty’s distinct girly handwriting. He tore into it with a smile, taking in the faint scent of her vanilla and peach perfume. They had been doing this ever since Jughead had moved to Toledo five months ago, they would write letters to one another, silly letters with poems and drawing, blurbs about how they were feeling, sentences for a novel they claimed they would string together one day. It was so old fashioned, so lame, yet so very Betty and Jughead.

“Even if I saw you only once
I would long for you for worlds,
Worlds and worlds”

Her neatly swirled cursive stuck out against the doodles she had drawn and he felt something wet drip onto his hand. Putting his fingers to his face he realized he was crying.

He held the letter to his chest when the soft fingers of his mother rested on his shoulder

“You love her.” She said simply.

He couldn’t do anything but nod. His mother wiped her hands on her apron and shook her head

“Okay then, you’ll leave next week.” She said firmly.

Jughead turned to look at her with wide eyes,
“Leave where? I can’t leave. This is my family.” He said beaten.

“Yes it is, but that.” She pointed to the letter in his hands “that is your home. I’ve found a job in Riverdale. Your father wasn’t happy about it, but I’ve seen how miserable you are here. I don’t want that for you, I want you to be happy. And that beautiful young woman is who makes you happy. Face it, Jellybean is flunking out of fourth grade, maybe a change of scenery will do her some good. Plus, it might be nice to catch up with Alice Cooper, she was always so lovely to me.” His mother said with a wistful smile.“you’ll stay with the Andrews until your father can find us a place but it shouldn’t take too long, I’ve been on google.” Jughead laughed heartily as his mother proudly smiled.

“We’ll be with you soon enough, but as of now? You need to go home.”

Jughead lunged at his mother, wrapping his arms around her neck and burying his face in her chest “Thankyou” he whispered as she rubbed his back.

A week later Jughead stood outside of Riverdale high, his hands shoved into his pockets as he waited for his girlfriend to exit the building. Soon enough, the familiar blonde ponytail was coming towards him, her eyes focused on something he couldn’t see.

“Hey Juliet.” He called towards her, a genuine smile lighting up his face. Betty’s eyes whipped to his before she was standing there slack jawed and wide eyed

“Juggie?” She whispered.

“In the flesh” he called out, reaching his arms out.

Betty dropped her book bag and ran towards her boyfriend, jumping into his arms and almost knocking him to the ground, her lips attacking his as her tears wet his face (it definitely wasn’t a mixture of both of their tears, he had allergies, it was the pollen. god)

“What are you doing here?!” She asked, her smile so big he was afraid she would break

“This whole long distance relationship? It wasn’t working for me.” He shrugged, his hands squeezing her waist sincerely.

“You’re staying?” She whispered.

“I’m staying”

Betty threw her arms around Jugheads neck and squeezed him.

Sure he loved his family, and they were some of the most important people to him, but right here? Right now?

He was finally home.


From the beginning, she was impossible. The Impossible Girl. I met her in the Dalek Asylum. Never saw her face, and she died. I met her again in Victorian London, and she died. Saved my life both times, by giving her own. But now she’s back and we’re running together, and she’s perfect. Perfect in every way for me. Except she can’t remember that we ever met. Clara. My Clara. Always brave, always funny, always exactly what I need. Perfect. Too perfect. Get used to not knowing. I thought I never would. I was wrong. I know who Clara Oswald is. I know how she came to be in my life, and I know what she will always mean. I found out the day we went to Trenzalore. 

 One day you meet the Doctor. And of course, it’s the best day ever. It’s just the best day of your life. Because, because he’s brilliant, and he’s funny, and mad, and best of all, he really needs you. The trick is, don’t fall in love. I do that trick quite a lot, sometimes twice a day. And once you start running, you start to forget, slowly. After a while, you just stop asking. Who are you? Where are you from? What set you on your way and where are you going? Oh, and what is your name? You get used to not knowing. I thought I never would. I was wrong. I know who he is. I know how he began and I know where he’s going. I know the truth about the Doctor and his greatest secret. The day we went to Trenzalore.

What’s Bred in the Bone: Part I

Mass Effect: Andromeda

Jaal x Sara Ryder

A 600 year nap and a 2.5 million light-year journey to find out the answer: are humans and angara genetically compatible?

Rated M for strong language, some sexuality and violence. Alien-human pregnancy fic.

Spoilers for Jaal’s romance and loyalty mission, and end of game.

Part I of ??? - Part II - Part III - Part IV

Keep reading

time-is-strange  asked:

Cactus Marichat

“Happy Birthday, Chat!” Marinette snapped a party hat on the hero’s head as soon as he landed on her balcony.

“Wha– How’d you know it’s my birthday?”

“You told me it was eleven days after mine. Did I not get it right?” Marinette frowned.

Chat Noir held up a hand. “No, no, you did…I just…it was unexpected is all.” He smiled at her. “Unexpected but appreciated.”

“Good because there’s lots of fun to be had,” Marinette winked at him. “Right this way, birthday boy.”

Marinette led Chat Noir down through the skylight and to her desk where a five-layer chocolate and custard cake was waiting. A paw print was done in green icing on the top layer. “Ta-da,” she said proudly.

“Wow,” he said softly. “This is…really nice, Princess.”

“And really tasty. I may have snuck a few bits while icing it, you know, just to make sure it was good enough, of course.” Marinette cut into the cake and plopped a large slice on a plate. “Oh! One more thing.”

She reached behind her computer monitor and pulled out a miniature cactus sporting a tiny yellow flower in a small terra-cotta pot. There was a sheer black ribbon wrapped around the pot.

Chat Noir smiled fondly down at her. “A cactus?”

“Okay, so I know it may seem weird, but I actually put a lot of thought into this. The yellow cactus flower symbolizes warmth, protection, and endurance. And, well,” Marinette blushed, “you represent all of those things to me.”

“I…I don’t know what to say.” Chat Noir took the small cactus delicately in his clawed hands. “You have given me the most thoughtful…the most special gift I could have ever gotten.”

“You mean a lot to me, kitty. I wanted to make sure you knew that.”

Later that night, Adrien placed the miniature cactus on his nightstand right beside the framed photo Marinette had given him earlier that day at school for his birthday. The picture was from a picnic they had gone on a few weeks prior. Nino held Alya close on one side and had his other arm slung over Adrien’s shoulder. Marinette was cuddled into Adrien’s other side, her face pink and her smile big. 

“Goodnight, Princess,” Adrien smiled.

Originally posted by zizzani

There you go, @time-is-strange :D A cactus, Marichat, and just a pinch of Adrienette thrown in for good measure! 

If you would like a ML drabble done, choose a word from this list and a pairing and I will get to it when I can!

Say Dada (Jeonghan)

Originally posted by junghan

Type: Fluff

“Dambi who’s baby are you?” Jeonghan coos to his daughter who smiled at him. “Say I’m daddy’s baby. Yes I am” he coos as he tickled her making her loud baby laughter echoed through the house. “Say dad-dy” he continued as you walked into the room. “Mama” she said as Jeonghan frowned. “No it’s daddy and Dambi time” he said lightly gripping her chubby cheeks. “Dada can you at least say dada for me?” he asked “mama” she said almost as in teasing manner as she smiled brightly. Showing him her one tooth. “I can’t stay mad at you. You are much too cute to be mad at” he coos kissing her lips lightly.


“So she won’t say dada?” Seokmin asked as his twin daughters Jiwoo and Inyeong climbed over him. His family came over for a visit. Dambi looked up at Jeonghan before she watched the older girls standing and crawling on their father. She made a sound at Jeonghan “no I thought dada was easier than mama” “mama” Dambi says as Seokmin chuckles. “Maybe she just likes mama better” “bite your tongue” Jeonghan fires back quickly. “She’s a daddy’s girl” he says pressing Dambi against his cheek.

“Dambi” he says as Dambi looks at him “mama or dada” “mama” she says as he smiles. “Mama?” “Mama” she repeats “who’s that?” he asks point up at Jeonghan. Dambi remains quiet as Seokmin shrugs. “Dada” they hear as he they both look down at Dambi. “She said it?” he asked “Dambi who am I?” he asked “dada” she said boredly.

Jeonghan squealed as he brought her close to him. “Y/N!” Jeonghan calls as you rush into the living room “she said dada” he said as you smiled. “Did she now?” you say “who’s that?” you asked as she smiles. “Dambi baby who am I?” he cooed as she grabbed his shirt. “Mama” she said as she made an uppy motion. You grabbed her taking from him. “You are a traitor” he mumbles as she smiles wrapped her arms around you.

“I think she just likes me more” you tease as he pouts “you’ll send him into a pit of despair noona” Seokmin says as you chuckle. “I mean you could always have another kid. Who knows that one might be attached to you” Seokmin jokes as Jeonghan tilts his head racking over the idea. “No” you tell him “babe hear me out” Jeonghan says “you just want a little minion” you say “Dambi who is that?” you ask her as you point to your overly clingy husband. “Dada” she says as you nod. “See she knows what you are” you say as you carry her off to the kitchen.

Not like the others - Finn Balor One Shot/Imagine

Hey @ambrosegirlforever  Check this out! Hope You like it!

Originally posted by totaldivasepisodes

“Have you guys seen that new ring announcer?” Enzo asked the group of guys in catering “Let me tell you.. that girl.. she can get it all and then some” He said causing Finn to laugh, that’s the thing about being friends with Enzo, you never knew what you were going to get with him, he would say anything at any given time
“I know this one..” Kevin said pointing to Finn “Has seen her..” He added
“Shut up..” Finn said growing red
“What did you do now?” Gallows asked Finn
“Nothing” Finn said denying the events that had taken place earlier in the day
“He ran into a door” Kevin said and Finn grew more embarrassed
“I was holding the door open!” Finn argued
“With your face?” Kevin asked and the guys laughed
“Somebody’s got a crush..” Gallows said
“They grow up so fast” Enzo teased

A few weeks after seeing who Finn was sure was the most beautifully amazing woman he had ever laid eyes on, he finally accepted the fact that the girl may actually already have his heart and he hadn’t even spoken one word to her before, he was completely in the palm of her hand and all she had to do was look at him and give him that sweet little smile like she had done multiple times as she announced his matches..

It was summer slam 2016, Brooklyn.. time for the main event, Finn was normally nervous before his matches but there was something about this match that made him even more nervous, his parents were out there and would be watching from the front row, Stephanie and Mick would also be ringside, It was for the opportunity to be the first ever universal champion, and it was his first major WWE PPV, so to say the stakes were high and the pressure was a lot to handle was an understatement

As he stood in gorilla he was looking at the paint that covered his body when he felt a hand grab his arm and he turned around to face the woman, Why would she do this to him right before He was getting ready to go out there?
“I just wanted to say, good luck..” She said sweetly
“Thanks” He said simply
“I’m not gonna lie.. I kinda like this version of you..” she said referring to the demon character
“Most people say the opposite” he said
“I’m not like most people” she said
“I gathered that.. you’re way more beautiful than anybody else here” He said to her and she blushed as she looked down
“Well.. I better go..” she said grabbing a microphone and walking through the curtain
“Bro.. you need to go tell her you like her.. as soon as you get back, she told Carmella she likes you but she’s waiting for you to make the first move”
“Really? Right now? You’re gonna tell me this right now? While I’m trying to concentrate!” Finn complained
“Motivation! It’s motivation!” Enzo said

Finn went out for his match and it was going well until something changed the course of his career, he was thrown into a barricade and his shoulder popped out, as he sat there trying to pop his shoulder back into place he looked up and saw her worried eyes lock with his, he had to get his shoulder back in and win this match, he couldn’t let her be worried about him..

After the match, he knew something was wrong, he knew he would be out for awhile, as he sat in the trainers room his parents were so excited when they came in but soon were worried about their son, Finn heard the door open once more and in walked guess who?
“Hey you..” She said as she walked up to him
“Hey” Finn said simply
“Good match” She said
“Tell that to my shoulder” He said and she laughed slightly
“Are you okay?” She asked him concerned
“I will be” He said simply and she nodded before sitting next to him on the table
“Well.. I’m not leaving until you’re happy” She said
“I hope even when I’m happy you don’t leave” He said
“We’ll see..” She said and he nodded he knew he needed to make his move
“I’m not a very interesting person to be around, I like to stay home and binge movies, eat pizza and live a pretty boring life”
“Well lucky for you I’m the same way” she said with a smile
“Well.. then.. I think it’s only natural that we live a very boring life together” He said
“What are you saying?” She asked him
“I’m saying, I like you.. like a lot.. You make me nervous”
“Yeah.. I could tell when you ran into the door a few weeks ago”
“Anyway! I guess what I’m getting at is, I live a simple life and I’d love to find somebody to live the simple life with me and I’m here if you want to take me up on that offer” He said nervously afraid of her reaction
“Like I said, I’m not leaving” she said as she grabbed his hand and he kissed the side of her head
“I’m glad” He said with a smile “Because I could really use a pick me up the next few months” He said and she smiled at him

What We Already Know (1/?)

Summary: In a world where everyone has a device on their wrist that tells them the exact moment they meet their soulmate, Emma Swan is faced with the rare circumstance of having a blank timer. Things get even more complicated when she starts falling for Killian Jones, who, according to his timer, will meet his soulmate in six months. Captain Swan AU.

Rating: T for now, possibly M for future chapters

Author’s note: So I got this idea from the movie Timer. It’s a super cute movie and I highly recommend watching it! But you don’t need to watch the movie to understand the fic. This fic is for @stunningswan as a VERY belated CS Secret Santa gift! Sorry for the delay, Savannah! I was struggling with whether this should be a one-shot or a multi-chapter fic, and I decided to go for multi-chapter! I hope you enjoy! 

A double shot of rum is placed in front of Emma Swan and she spends no time in grabbing it and throwing it back. When she pulls the empty glass away from her lips, the timer on her wrist catches her eye, the blinking dashes where the numbers should be taunting her.

From the moment she got her timer inserted when she 14, that’s how it had been. “Don’t worry,” the time agency employee had said. “It doesn’t mean that you don’t have a soulmate. It just means that, wherever they are, they don’t have a timer yet.”

That’s what they told her. Twenty fucking years ago. And nothing has changed.

In the time since then, she’s watched everyone around her - friends, co-workers, complete strangers - find their soulmates. Or at the very least, they know when they’re going to meet them. Meanwhile, Emma has been stuck in a cycle of dating that always ended the same way.

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anonymous asked:

What happens tho? Do the pens have to go searching for a way to keep sid on land? Do they have to fight the kingdom? Does geno have to fight his betrothed? Does the media find out? Are the rookies now terrified? Is everyone freaking out? How do they fix it? Does it happen the Conor is actually also a mermaid who did the same as sid but he's not royal but he's knows who sid is? Does Conor know some magical way to keep sid or does he offer something like finding true happiness or love? Ily x

“You’re a mermaid?” Tanger is shouting. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“I’m a Mer,” Sidney shoots back, wincing when Geno puts the hair blow dryer a little too close. Geno whispers an apology, but he doesn’t look away from Sidney’s tail. “And I’m male. I’m not a mermaid.”

“Not my fucking point! This is—this is huge. Why did you keep this from us?”

“What am I supposed to say, Tanger?” Sidney yells. “That I have a fish tail? Your kind doesn’t believe in the Mer. You’d think I was crazy.”

“This whole thing is crazy!” He puts two fingers to his temple, then breathes deeply. “Fuck. I’m sorry. Look, I think we can all agree that you’re still our captain, even if you’re…you’re a mermaid—“

“Mer,” Conor cuts in, very quietly. “We’re called Mer.”

Tanger whips around, as do the rest of the team who are trying to avoid staring directly at Sidney’s tail. “Excuse me?”

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Hold You Close

Summary: Pietro comes back from a mission to the reader’s arms. Based on Pillowtalk by Zayn. Requested by the lovely Mikala @it-takes-courage-to-be-you

Word Count: 1,901

Warnings: Unprotected sex. Dirty talk. Smut. This is porn.

A/N: Hope you all enjoy. This is my first time writing Pietro, so please be gentle with me. 

Pietro rolled his shoulders, wincing at the cracks he heard. He stretched his neck and rid himself of the fitted shirt he was wearing, assessing the bruises on his alabaster skin. He frowned, remembering just how difficult it had been to take the enemy down. If it hadn’t been for Wanda and Clint, he’d be walking with a limp.

But he was home. And it made Pietro breathe a little easier as he looked around the apartment. The rest of the team had asked him out for drinks, they were all going to celebrate a mission completed successfully after the debriefing. But Pietro turned it down and Wanda dismissed him with a quick hug and kiss to his cheek. “Tell her I said hi,” she said. He promised he will.

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