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Bloody Hell

Summary: Protective!Newt stepping in when a guy at a bar gets a little too close for comfort.

Word Count: 1,904

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Tag List: @dont-give-a-bother @ly–canthrope @myrtus-amongst-the-stars @red-roses-and-stories @caseoffics @whatinbenaddiction @studyforthreehands @benniesgalaxy @thosefantasticbeast2

WARNING: Creepy bar guy (minimal), Language (minimal)

Special thanks to @drdanwrites and @fantasticnewtimagines for talking through this idea and encouraging me to write it!

Newt is boiling. Oh, he’s absolutely pissed as he downs another drink, finishing it off by running his bare forearm over the froth caught on his upper lip. You’re across the room, clearly busy with Queenie and Tina as you play pool, but this one man’s been circling the table, his eyebrows apparently eternally raised as he watches the three of you play through the round.

He can hardly hear whatever Jacob’s saying in his ear over the noise. Deafening swing music pounds through the one-room bar. The new Friday drink special dragged a giant, sweaty crowd of people in to celebrate, and Newt’s constantly bumping shoulders with strangers that reek of whiskey and tequila.

He long ago rolled up the sleeves of his white button-down, a style of shirt he now regrets choosing, and his hair’s a mess – ruffled time after time by a drunk Queenie so that strands of it are constantly falling into his eyes. Still, he cares about none of that, attention focused only on you, watching your reactions as the man circles his way toward you again when Queenie excuses herself to head to the bar.

This time, the man goes too far, not just shouting something over the music, but instead stepping closer, hand reaching out for your waist, fingers trailing over the sliver of bare skin you were already nervous about showing off tonight.

But it’s not the way the man smiles at you that sends Newt leaping to his feet, nor is it how his hand lingers on your waist or the way he leans in to whisper something in your ear. No, it’s the look you send Newt – eyes wide, mouth half open in a small O, pleading for help.

And it’s that helplessness that the man is taking advantage of that sends Newt springing to his feet, chest burning in anger and frustration and pure disgust.

“’Scuse me.” He mutters without even looking at Jacob, shoving his chair back. Who in the hell does this man think he is, talking to you – touching you ¬– when you don’t want him to?

A jazzy tune breaks into motion as Newt weaves through the crowd. His hands are rolled into fists, jaw clenched so tight his teeth hurt, and his stride parts the dancers swaying in his way. The crowd shifts, and, through the gap, you’re still staring at him, frozen in shock and terror.

And then Newt’s at the pool table, stepping around the side and reaching for the man’s shoulder without considering how much smaller he is, how easily this man could probably knock him out. No, the only thought running through his whiskey-clouded mind is getting this guy far away from you.

Which is why he reaches across the table and shoves the man, sending him reeling backwards, arms flailing to catch his balance.

“Man, what the hell?” The stranger spits, his own words slurred and pissed as he regains his footing. You reach for Newt, but he shrugs your hand off his shoulder, stepping between you and the man.

“She isn’t interested.” His voice is low, dangerous, wavering on a dark note he didn’t know he had in himself.

“How the fuck would you know?” The man steps toward Newt, shoulders back, eyes boring a hole in the shorter redhead.

But Newt doesn’t back down, not even when you tug on his hand. This man terrified you, insulted you, touched you without your consent. He deserves whatever’s coming to him. “Just leave.

“And if I don’t? You’ll… what? Make me?”

“Yes.” Newt’s so drunk, he knows, and he knows he’ll regret not just taking your hand and leading you to another bar, but he also knows that there is not a single situation he’ll leave you undefended in, including one where he is clearly overpowered.

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Hello Tumblrtopia.. This months challenge is SMOKE!

In getting a photograph ready for this challenge, I went to YouTube to watch some videos on the subject, and the thing that came out of that.. NOTHING.. Seems every video I watched they had a list of things you needed, things I didn’t have(external flash and remote). Being a “wing it” kind of person I set out to find a way to shoot it.. Thomas Edison once said, “  I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.”, OK,  so I didn’t try that many times, but I did fail a few times.. SO, here is what you need.. Something that gives off constant smoke, like incense, and light.. In my image, I lit it from underneath (the glass was sitting on my phone with the torch on) and another phone lit it from the side (back-lit from the kitchen window), I also used a shirt as a backdrop.. My partner did help me too, he was in charge of putting the smoke in the glass and blowing on said smoke to stir it up.. I shot this at ISO 800(needed more light), F5 at 1/200 secs because i wanted the sharpness in the smoke, you could slow your shutter to get softer silky smoke..

This challenge is a bit more challenging, but Stephi and i have no doubt you guys will come up with some amazing and interesting images using your own imagination and methods!! So, please remember to use abstract challenge as one of your first 5 tags, or you can submit your photos to the blog directly, you can also tag Stephi @stephiramona and myself.. all things to help us find your photos!

©AmyJMontico 2017 .. All Rights Reserved   PLEASE LEAVE CREDITS


One of the things I absolutely adore about yoi is the layering of the story… There’s symbolism and metaphor and foreshadowing and character/relationship depth that allows the audience to keep the show in mind after they’ve already completed the season. There’s really no shortage of things to analyze and, as the film theorist I am, I find that really attractive about the show. Alright, I’m done gushing, let’s actually get to the topic. 

There are 2 shots in yoi that are nearly identical, except for one crucial piece, but we’ll get to that in time. The first shot occurs in episode 3 (onsen on ice). 

Yuuri is about to go out onto the rink to perform specifically for Victor for the first time. We know from the warped vision (which they use 2 times again; once again with Yuuri and then with JJ) that Yuuri is close to a panic attack. 

Victor disrupts his thoughts, however, and Yuuri startles when he realizes Victor is standing so close. 

(that little yelp thing he does is so cute)

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Never Be Alone

Summary: your boyfriend Shawn is serenading you with one of his songs, Never Be Alone.

My first writing that I posted :) hope you guys like it. I would love to hear feedback from you guys. And if you would like, you can request!! 

You picked up your phone to see that it’s your boyfriend, Shawn, calling. Your heart beat suddenly doubled upon reading the caller ID. 

It’s been more than a day after your fight with him about something small and this was the first time he called. It was hard that Shawn was on tour. The timezones drove you crazy–every so days, he was in a different timezone. 

“Hello?” You greeted, dying to hear his voice. He would always FaceTIme or call you every day when he can. But he didn’t yesterday.

“I promise that one day I’ll be around. I’ll keep you safe, I’ll keep you sound.” 
Your heart skipped a beat when he started singing through the phone. You instantly recognize it as one of the old songs on his second album that you loved. 


“Right now it’s pretty crazy. And I don’t know how to stop or slow it down.” He stopped singing when I heard the same knock that I heard from your house. 

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it's 4:20 pm and you're in love - thelabours - 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

kamisero; for @kamisero-week (im 10 years late aaaa)


in which Sero Hanta is a Mess, and waxes poetry about his love, the Squad is helpful, and Kaminari has the worst taste in movies.

SPOILER ALERT: Whatever It Takes mystery solved.

In the beginning of the Whatever it Takes video there is this shot: 

It says: (702) 800-2422. If you call to this phone number you hear Dan say ‘’Whatever It Takes. Go to’’ and then you’ll hear a weird voice (we assume it’s Ben Mckee) say ‘’first line dot com’’. 

The first line of Whatever It Takes is ‘falling too fast to prepare for this’’.

This leads you to the website 

Good luck from here! ;) 

Biggest Tip For Any Writer

I’ve noticed a couple of posts on my dash about not feeling “motivated” enough, not feeling like your writing is “good” enough. It made me really think about how writing has an impact on us all, whether you’re a reader or a writer. Fandoms are filled with hundreds of different writers; some better than others and that’s okay. I have two tips for any writer that has been writing for two years or two days.

Tip Number 1; If you’re not motivated to write - simply do not write because no matter what you scribble down on paper or what you type up on Google Docs; you’ll hate it! Take a day off, take a week off; go read some other people’s stories, go for a jog, go out for dinner, do anything except stare at a blank page. Trust me, because after a break, that piece of writing will probably be the best you’ve ever done. Don’t force yourself.

Tip Number 2; Don’t compare yourself to anyone else’s writing. Everyone’s writing style is completely different, some people prefer other styles to read. I know I do, anyways, so why should that change for any of my readers? I see imagines and one-shots getting over 800+ notes in a day compared to mine getting 300+ notes in a week, or someone else’s getting 50+ notes per week. We all have to start from somewhere. That person that gets 800 notes in a day, has over 20,000 followers and have gone through ups and downs just like us, the little writers of the fandom. If you stop comparing yourself to others, you’ll start to develop your style and your writing ways, you’ll trust yourself more in what you write and more people will enjoy it. Trust me.

Jealous Part Two

Requested: Could you please do a part two of Jealous :-) Love your writing

Requested: Can you do a smut where the reader seems all inocent but when peter approaches she’s really not

Warnings: smut

It had been months since Wendy left Neverland. And since then, Peter had teased you about being jealous. He wouldn’t let it die down. You’ve been planning on getting him back, but there has never been a good time. Until now.

 A couple of days ago, you and Pan had gotten into an argument about something trivial. You can’t even remember what it was about, but you were sure to make it a big deal. The two of you hadn’t spoken since. Now was your chance.

 You thought hard about who to choose. At first you thought Felix, who was sure to help you, but you feared his punishment. So instead, you chose the newest boy on the island, who just so happened to know nothing of you and Peter. 

 Last night, you sat with him during dinner, giggling and batting your eyelashes at him. You asked him to dance during the campfire, and the whole time you could feel Pan’s eyes on you.

 Today, you and the new boy, Tanner, sat finishing up breakfast. You made sure to sit where Pan had a clear view of you.
 “So, Tanner, how are you liking Neverland?” You ask, leaning forward.
 “It’s great, especially since I’ve got such a pretty girl beside me.” You giggle and toss your hair back.
 “Oh, Tanner, will you help me with my job today? Pan’s got me picking berries. It’s simple stuff, but I could use a hand.” He nods and stands, offering you his hand. He helps you up, and doesn’t let go as he leads you to the woods. You turn to look at Peter, and he’s whispering something to Felix. You catch Felix’s eye, and he winks. You told Felix about your plan, and he couldn’t help but laugh. “I’ll tell him to go easy on whatever poor boy you choose,” He had said.

 You hand Tanner a basket, and show him which berries to pick. Flirting with him is no fun when Peter isn’t around, so you keep it slight. The two of you sit on a log after filling up your baskets with fresh red berries. He makes you laugh by catching berries in his mouth. After a while of chatting, a rustle behind Tanner makes you look up. You spot Felix in a tree, who throws you another wink. You scoff and roll your eyes. So Pan sent Felix to spy on you. Who’s jealous now? You look back up at Felix, and make a kissy face at him. Tanner furrows his eyebrows and turns around, but since Felix understood, he was no longer in the trees. He turns back to you. 

“So, uh, is Pan into you or something?”
 You nearly drop a berry. “What?”
 “I’ve noticed him looking at you- and well, um, he scares me a little, so-” He smiles a little “I wouldn’t wanna piss him off by flirting with you.”
 For some reason this catches you off guard. Of course he’d notice, Peter probably stares daggers at the poor kid.
 “He’s into me, yeah.” You shrug casually. “But-”
 “Then I think I’d just like to be friends.” He says, cutting you off. You smile and stand, helping him up this time.
 “Good, because I see all of the Lost Boys as brothers.” You throw a berry into the air and he catches it. You clap and lean forward to hug him.

 It seems like a millisecond has passed before he’s jerked back.
 “Get off of her.” You hear someone growl. Pan has him by the back of his shirt, his lip curled in anger.
 “Peter!” You shout, taking his hand off of Tanner. You look into his eyes for the first time in days. “Leave him out of this.” You whisper.
 “Get back to camp.” Pan orders. Tanner turns and quickly leaves.
 “What the hell is this all about?” Pan asks, turning back to you. You furrow your eyebrows, trying to seem innocent.
 “This is revenge for Wendy isn’t it?”
 “Who?” You ask lightly, pouting your lip.
 “Enough of this.” He says, and before you can reply, he smashes his lips onto yours, kissing you fiercely. You pull away with a smirk.
 “You’re so cute when you’re jealous.” You say, repeating what he said about you being jealous of Wendy.
 “Jealous.” He snorts, and kisses you once more. “You’re mine, love. And I’ll make sure you don’t forget it.”
 His lips leave yours and make their way down your jaw, stopping at your neck. He sucks at your soft skin, soothing it with his tongue. You tangled your fingers in his hair as he kisses your neck. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips. “That’s right, love. You’re mine,” he says once more “Everyone will know you’re mine.”

 He clicks his fingers, and the two of you stand in his tree house. He gently lays you on the bed, straddling your hips. In one quick motion, he tugs your shirt off. He unclips your bra and begins to kiss your chest, earning him a soft moan. He smirks, kissing lower, down to your hips. Taking off your pants, he kisses your thigh. You whimper when he stops.
 “Patience, love.” He whispers and takes his shirt and pants off. You yelp as his hand slides down your underwear. You moan loudly as one of his fingers enters you, nearly breathless when he stops.
 “Peter-” He hushes you with a kiss. You moan once more when slips your underwear off, along with his. He slides in painfully slowly. You buck your hips, but he holds you down.
 “Peter please.” You groan. This time he complies, fulfilling your needs.

 Your head rests on Pan’s chest as he plays with your hair. “I should make you jealous more often.” You say with a smirk.

What If? - Part One

Summary: Sam Winchester is the King of Hell. You are a Hunter. Once upon a time he had been your world, right up until he left for Stanford. He broke a promise and so you left to live your own life, away from the Winchesters who had taken you in and never looking back… until you are captured by Demons and brought before the Boyking. 
: SamxReader
: 2149
: Descriptions of wounds, references to torture, allusions to underage sex (cos legal age is 18 in the States, right??)
AN: This is part of my entry for @winchesterprincessbride‘s 800 Follower Celebration! My prompt was the line ‘Don’t get too close, it’s dark inside. It’s where my demons hide” from Demons by Imagine Dragons. I’ve not explicitly used the line, but I kinda make reference to it, more so in the next part. 
Hope you enjoy this!
Constructive Criticism Welcome!!!

What If? Masterlist


He hadn’t seen you in years.

In fact, when you’d last been together you’d spent most of the time in his bed, limbs intertwined and bodies flush with one another.

The following day he’d left for Stanford with the promise of staying in touch… a promise he hadn’t exactly kept. It had just been easier to cut all ties with the Hunting world. No matter how much he wanted to call, he knew you spent too much time with Dean for communication to be private.

That had been that. He’d lost you, then he’d found Jess, and life had gotten easier.

But when he was dragged back into the life by his brother, he was surprised that you’d disappeared. Dean claimed he hadn’t seen you in almost three years, and you’d been radio silent for the last half of that.

The most likely answer had been that you’d gone and got yourself killed along the way. That you’d spent too much time hunting with the Winchesters to get used to hunting solo. It was a thought that made him feel like he was breaking on the inside every time it floated to the surface of his mind, obviously followed by a long line of ‘what ifs’.

What if I hadn’t left?

What if I kept in touch?

What if I had taken her with me?

What if I came back sooner?

But he had slowly come to terms that you were probably gone…

Yet here you were; blindfolded and gagged with your wrists shackled high enough above your head that you were forced to stand on the tips of your toes. The white tank top you wore was in tatters, with blood stains and grime covering what wasn’t torn; the same with your jean shorts.

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Natasha Aughey
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An Unmatched Giant of the Woods That Makes Its Appearance at Rare Intervals.

The enormous moose that has been the wonder of the sportsmen in northern Maine since 1891 has again been seen, and this time under rather different circumstances from ever before. A bicyclist came close to the monster in the road between Sherman and Macwahoc, and was obliged to abandon his wheel and climb a tree for safety. So he had a near view of the animal, reports the New York Sun.

Every story that comes from the north woods concerning this moose makes him a little bigger than before. It is generally believed that no moose ever killed in Maine, or, so far as is known, anywhere else, has approached in stature or weight, much less in spread of antlers, this specter moose of Lobster lake. He is called the specter moose because of the weird appearance he presents at night, his color being a dirty gray.

It was in 1891 that this moose was first seen in Maine. by Clarence Duffy, of Oldtown, a guide who was cruising around Lobster lake. Duffy did not get near enough to the monster for a shot, but he could see him plainly. Everybody laughed at his story. Not many months after that John Ross, a Bangor lumberman, was at Lobster lake, and one day, while crossing between Big Lobster and Little Lobster takes in company with the foreman of W. L. Maxfield’s camps, he saw the big moose. When he told his story of the monarch of the woods people began to believe that there was something up there worth shooting at.

For some years hunters searched the woods in vain for the big fellow. Not until 1895 was the monster seen again. In that year Granville Gray, a Bangor taxidermist, got sight of the moose, at some little distance, and since then he has had a second view. In 1899 Gilman Brown, of West Newbury, Mass., got nearer to the monster than any of the others and actually had a shot at him. He declared that the moose stood fully 15 feet high, and had antler’s from ten to twelve feet across. He was so close to the animal that he could count 22 points on one side of his antlers, and he thinks there were more. This is a greater number of points than has ever been known on any other moose. His shots did not bring the moose down.

This year the first sight of the big moose fell to George Kneeland, of Sherman, who is taking charge of his brother’s lumber camp on Gulliver brook. In telling of his experience Kneeland said:

“On my way back from Macwahoc, coming to a long piece of rising ground. I dismounted from my bicycle and walked. I had got to the top of the hill and was just about to remount, when I saw what I took to be a horse standing in the road some distance ahead. Wondering what a horse could be doing there, I stopped and gave him a good look, when I found to my surprise that it was not a horse, but a moose, and an immense one, too. I waited a bit to see what he was going, to do, but I hadn’t long to wait, for be lowered his head and came straight for me with the speed of a locomotive. I got to a good, stout tree as quick as I could, and climbed high, where I would be out of reach of the moose’s antlers and be able to see what was going on.

“Meanwhile the moose came tearing down the road, and his antlers reached clear across the road at that place, brushing the branches on either side. I should think they would measure 11 feet, all right enough. He made straight for the bicycle, and, planting his forward paws either side of it, stopped to examine the wheel, smelling of it to his satisfaction, then raised his head, gave a tremendous snort and raced off into the woods, breaking down the small growth of saplings as though they were rushes. The wind was blowing toward me, and that is probably the reason he did not discover me. I waited ten minutes in the tree, and then, finding that he had really gone. I slid down and mounted my wheel, and the way I streaked it for home was a caution.”

The average weight of moose shot in Maine is from 800 to 900 pounds, with antlers spreading from 4 to 4 ½ feet, and rarely having more than 8 to 12 points on a side, while the bell, as the appendage under the animal’s neck is called, is generally eight to nine inches long. All who have seen the big moose of Lobster lake aver that he must weigh at least 2,500 pounds, that his antlers spread not less than ten feet, while the bell is declared to be not less than 18 inches long. It is supposed that this monster wandered into Maine from British Columbia, as none approaching his size has ever been seen in Maine before. He is a great traveler, having been reported in almost every part of northern Maine. The hunter who brings him down will win fame and a big pot of money at the same time.

From— Williston graphic. (Williston. Williams County. N.D.). 06 Dec. 1900.   Chronicling America: Historic American Newspapers. Lib. of Congress.

I have to get a selfie stick so I can get my legs in the shot.

Patricia Alamo

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