so my secrets have been revealed~*~*~

100 Dialogue Prompts: Part 4

It’s amazing to see how much we can create together, my amigos. Here’s part 4.

  1. “Look, I might be evil but even I have standards.”
  2. “Do your parents know you’re dating Death?” “No, I promised we wouldn’t get back together after he broke up with me the first time.”
  3. “Wait why am I naked and covered in cheese?”
  4. “Good god, that cake is fuckin stale and dry mate!!” “Just like how you are recently? Gee, thanks.”
  5. "There is always time for a high-five.”
  6. “Karen, what would ever posses you to find me here.”
  7. “Oh my god, put that man down! Come on, let’s go get you some REAL food.”
  8. “A demonic sugar glider?”
  9. “People always say they never thought they would be here but I absolutely did.”
  10. “And I thought I was a bit weird. But you! You are insane!”
  11. “So your hair knows kung-fu? Ha, that’s nothing! MY hair knows HAIR-ATE!” (You know, as in karate) (This used to be an insider between me and a friend…)
  12. “One day, darling, you and I are going to conquer the Universe not just our world.”
  13. “Did you seriously think they wouldn’t notice when their humans went missing?!”
  14. “Well, maybe next time you should consider that not everyone wants to be woken up at four in the morning by a- what IS that, anyway?!”
  15. “Now, how exactly did your foot get stuck in the barrel?”
  16. “I hope you realize what you’re doing. This forest never ends, you know that, right?”
  17. “You can’t just kill someone and then make it all better by saying sorry!”
  18. “Why the fuck is my cat levitating?!” “He said he wanted to feel what flying was”
  19. “You’re trying to tell me you killed three men…with a microphone?”
  20. “Hang on, are you a John Wick fan?”
  21. “IT’S TWO IN THE MORNING!” “And?” “ I have a strict no murder rule until eight. Call me then.”
  22. “I did realize you were going to be naked the whole time”
  23. “Ok, I understand you like animals, but you can’t just bring a tiger into the apparent without asking!”
  24. “I…I didn’t want you to find out like this. I’m so sorry.”
  26. “I gotta go, I left my toaster in the oven!
  27. "Why is there a gaggle of fancy buisness men on my front lawn?”
  28. “Can you please stop referring to me as ____! That’s not my name!” “Then what is?” “I don’t know!”
  29. *Sarcastic* “Yeah, sure. I won’t at all mind being your footslave.” “Oh, goody! I knew you’d agree!” “Wait, what?”
  30. “When are you going to give up on this whole ‘evil’ thing?” “When it stops being so much fun!”
  31. “You didnt say to KILL the man!” “WELL I DIDNT SAY NOT TOO”
  32. “Mum, Dad… I’m gay.” “That’s nice, honey, but now is not the right time!”
  33. “Take a look at your soul and consider your life choices! Oh wait, that’s right! You don’t fucking have a soul!” “Oh, god, just go drown in a bathtub of syrup why don’t ya?”
  34. “I kindly ask you to please quit making your heart stop. It’s creeping me out!” “So… Y-You were sleeping in a coffin” “Yeah I’m used to it” “Are you a vampire or what?! How can someone get used to sleep in a coffin?” “No I’m used to sleep I never said that I’m used to sleep in a freaking coffin!”
  35. “Darling I love you, more than I can ever express in words…. But please stop teaching chickens necromancy.”
  36. “I wanted to know why you stole souls, not your melodramatic backstory…”
  37. “I really wish that old white man would stop rubbing his nipples at me”
  38. “You know it is written: Do not summon Satan, right ?”
  39. “Look around, what is this?” “My room?” “No, this is pathetic.”
  40. “I’ve been a professor for 20 years, and yet still my greatest secret hasn’t been revealed–I can’t read.”
  41. “Our souls don’t belong in these 'human’ bodies, every one of us is implanted here from another galaxy, and this has been the case for a thousand years. No one knows what 'actual humans’ are like without us inhabiting them.”
  42. “Did you just create a portal in time and space to pull another version of yourself into this world so I have to deal with another annoying idiot?” “No but thanks for the idea.”
  43. “You’re bleeding?!” “Nah, I’m frolicing in a field of flowers - yes I’m bleeding!”
  44. “Let me get this straight. I tell you that I make a decent omelette and you somehow equate that to qualification for piloting a spaceship?”
  45. “It’s the weekend! Let’s hit the town! See a concert, redo our wardrobes, get high, start a crime ring, I don’t know.”
  46. “Keep running, you’ve only got 4HP!”
  47. “This is clearly your first time. Stop screaming already, you’ll wake the neighbors!”
  48. “Has anyone seen the outdoors?” “What the fuck is an outdoors?”
  49. “Why do I feel like this again, I thought we were done with this?”
  50. “Look, as much as I like to hang out with you, I’ve gotta go and save the earth. Toodles!”
  51. “Have you seen?… oh shit”
  52. “Two questions: one, how many matches do you have, and two, where do you keep your socks?”
  53. “Because fuck surveys, that’s why!”
  54. “Stop yelling out the window or the koalas will rip your face off!”
  55. “I guess when I heard 'Night of Debauchery’… I didn’t picture muffins on your pajamas.”
  56. “Honey, you can’t keep throwing people to the pit of pain and despair just because they don’t like choc mint ice cream.”
  57. “Oh, no honey, put that back…”
  58. “It’s going to be too late, you know. It’s always too late.”
  59. “Hey, so, uh… I’m in trouble…” “What did you do this time?” “I got stranded in Wales….. again…”
  60. “OK, but… how do we get the dog out of a hole in space in time exactly?”
  61. “Aren’t people supposed to grow instead of shrink ?”
  62. “Wait. You’re aroused?” “Why would that surprise you?” “It does on account of you being covered in blood. Wipe that smile off your face. You look like a cat in heat.”
  63. "I pay your taxes”
  64. “No, ____. We did not raise our hamster like this.”
  65. “You can’t run from your own shadow(s), what makes you think you can run from theirs?”
  66. “You adopted… a dog?” “Mate, that’s not a dog.”
  67. “And at this moment, he decided to punch himself in the face.” “Narrator, listen, I know you’ve been with me my whole life, but you’re a huge jerk.”
  68. “Why didn’t you tell me it was a portal BEFORE we ended up here?”
  69. “Is that…the Mona Lisa.” “…Yes…” “What did I say to you about stealing priceless artifacts!?” “…That I had to take you with me next time.” “Exactly!”
  70. “Yes, I agree, magic is pretty cool. But did you really have to use it for THIS?”
  71. “Despite the fact that was epic, you’re still suspended”
  72. “Chill, dad it’s not what you think it is!” “Well it looks like you’re making out with the demon your grandma banished to cellar…WHY IS HE IN YOUR ROOM?”
  73. “If you truly love me you’ll let me-OH FUCKING HELL DID YOU JUST STAB ME!?”
  74. “Spoon”
  75. “What began as a conflict over the transfer of consciousness from flesh to machines escalated into a war which has decimated a Million worlds.The ___ and the ___ have all but exhausted the the resources of a galaxy in their struggle for domination. Both sides, now crippled beyond repair, the remnants of their armies continue to battle on ravaged planets, their hatred fueled by over four thousand years of total war. This is a fight to the death. For each side, the only acceptable outcome is…“
  76. ”… I’m going back to bed. You brought it here, you can deal with the mammoth yourself.“
  77. "Is the food supposed to be moving?”
  78. “You mean to tell me that in the two minutes I was gone,  you bombed a minor country,  got married to a stripper,  and assassinated a world leader?!”
  79. “Is that a unicorn???? EATING MY BEEF JERKY?!”
  80. “Do I get to dream about you again tonight?”
  81. “Well now I have to change clothes AGAIN!”
  82. “All of this was because of a… OF A PLUSHIE?!” “Well…Yeah?” “Great, how are we going to get out of jail now?!”
  83. “So…you gonna tell me why my brother is upside down and why you’re wearing my purple thong?”
  84. “Did you really have to burn down another Cracker Barrel?”
  85. “Sir, that’s impossible, you can’t do that.” “IS THAT A FUCKING CHALLENGE?!?!”
  86. “We need to invade Portugal.” “…Sure, why not?”
  87. “Did you divide by zero?! YOU’RE GOING TO KILL US ALL”
  88. “Stand down, Milady, this is a matter between gentlemen with mustaches.”
  89. “Next time you get arrested I am NOT paying your bail” “That’s a lie and you know it.” “….”
  90. “I thought you were dead.” “So did I”
  91. “John dont flush the dog down the toilet”
  92. “What did I say again about resurrecting dictators??”
  93. “Cucumbers are NOT pets… what do you mean, you ate him??”
  94. “Are you and God seriously fighting right now? And what happened to Satan?”
  95. “Are ferrets supposed to be blue??”
  96. “I’m the protagonist? Well I guess that explains why I look like about a thousand other people.”
  97. “Why do I do this to myself?”
  98. “Stop eating your tortilla chips with ketchup. It’s unattractive.”
  99. “How do you eat an entire cheese wheel in one sitting?”
  100. “Why are God and Satan moving in with us?”

Let’s make one more ‘100 Dialogue Prompts’ list together. Leave a comment with your prompt below. Don’t forget the double quotes “”. And as always, only one prompt per amigo! Also, here is your random Dutch word of the day: pindakaas

Her Hero

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky run out of food and make a stop at the grocery store, but someone is about to change Bucky’s life and the way he thinks about himself.

Warnings: Mentions of sex and oral sex but if you blink you miss it. Pure Fluff like I think you may die.

Word Count: 817

Originally posted by anthvnystcrk

‘You okay, Buck?’ you asked as he started to open all of the cupboard doors, close them and reopen them like food was magically going to appear in them.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to rationalise with himself, that he was over reacting. ’(Y/N), we have no food.’

You just laughed it off and skipped over to him. You ran your roamed over his bulky chest soothingly, calming him almost immediately once your hands entwined behind his neck. 'Baby, you need to calm down, you could have texted while I was out.’

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Sex Worker's Guide on Who to tell your Secret...

So very recently I had a somewhat close friend of mine reveal to me that she doesn’t support me in the SW industry, and clearly insinuated she judges me by my choice of what to do with my body. Even with years of experience, it still stung because it was personal.

Over the course of a few years, I’ve revealed to a handful of loved ones of my “alter ego” life. It took me experiences and mistakes to have a much better grasp of how to handle hiding this. Many times I’ve been in a really close bonding moment where I want to tell someone the truth but the truth is that MOST PEOPLE WILL JUDGE YOU.

I don’t care if these are people you went to elementary school with or family friends you’ve known your entire life. As with all things in life, don’t easily hand out personal grenades to others.

This is part of the territory that results in our high pay days. It’s a terrible and sad fact that this isn’t accepted by most people yet. It’s a sacrifice we make.

From my own observations and experiences, these are GENERALLY the types of people you refrain from telling regardless of how close you are:

1) A vanilla boyfriend. Just don’t. It WILL cause issues. He’s your boyfriend meaning that he wants you to ONLY be his. Run from any vanilla man that’s perfectly okay with his girlfriend being used by other men. Young ladies, listen to me on this. You’re still new so you haven’t figured out the brutal reality of this bullet point yet.

2) ANYONE religious. They might have the best of intentions but their values on the subject of sex does not and will never align with yours. Don’t think that you can change their views by blindsighting them and showing them their best friend is in the industry.

3) Anyone in anyway affiliated with Law Enforcement. It is a life shattering bomb waiting to explode. Don’t. Be. Stupid.

4) A girlfriend who has had jealousy issues with you in the last 3 years. She will not be moved or touched that you had to resort to this to survive. Her envy will get greener and greener…like the cash that’s pouring into your life.

5) A virgin. Until someone has been sexually active with at least a handful of partners in their life, their view of sex is a deluded trophy on a pedestal. They won’t respect that you are able to do it so casually when it’s still something intimate to them on every level.

6) Someone married. She/He WILL tell their spouse. They made a vow to share everything till death. What may seem like a personal, monumental secret to you is simply dinner topic for them.

7) The most important: Anyone whose been fortunate enough to never have any real bills and/or has a financial safety net (like their parents or relatives). Until someone has been in a situation where life TEACHES them that the world runs on MONEY and not some Disney-induced perception of purity, they will NEVER understand why it is that you’re doing what you do.

People that are generally okay to tell:

1) Other people currently in the industry. Less likely to throw stones when they also live in the same glass house.

2) Anyone who’s an extreme liberal. They have a different perception of values than the more conservative generations before us.

3) A sibling (generally a sister) that you know you can count on if you ever need to bail you out of anything.

4) A friend that happens to not be any of the 7 qualities and traits I listed in the first portion of this.

NOTE: As more of a safety precaution, try to refrain from telling anyone that you have no dirt on. It’s a good insurance policy to keep their mouth shut if you also have something. Unfortunately, this doesn’t guarantee they won’t be judge mental or other unpleasant reactions.

As you can see, the acceptable traits list is far less in content than the ones you don’t. As an experienced SW, take from my experience of trial and mistakes. You work in an industry based off of sin. Most people will not understand because they don’t have to. Be smart, get your money and get out. It’s nobody’s business what you do with your body.

In the event you did entrust someone who ended up undeserving of it because they’re judgement or jealous, just remember it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter if they call you a whore or that you’re fucked up because of a choice you made with the strength they don’t have. Many times the same people trying to preach to you are working minimum wage jobs, putting their family into debt for their own loans or bitching about how hard being an adult is.

Your are more than just this vessel people can “rent”. You are a person with values and the strength to sacrifice things in life to achieve goals and financial stability. Don’t let anyone undermine what you earn. Only YOU get to decide what’s right for you, what’s needed in YOUR life and what’s worth it.

You’re still that person with values. You still have morals. You still have the same level of purity. Your intimate moments are still just as precious.

Your character and soul is not determined by a service that does not harm others.

Fanfiction - Scalpel & Needle

@mary-waitforit-lou: Maybe a From Hate to Love au, at first they can’t stand each other and then…

I asked for prompts a few days back and immediately felt the need to write this one. It’s a classical trope that I feel can be quite interesting. I received a couple of other ideas, that are already in store - some are meant to go later into my existing works. Thank you for inspiring me!

Scalpel & Needle (Part I)

“I’d be bloody thankful if you didn’t come into my OR like some kind of unwanted saviour and start to order me around!” Claire snarled, ripping off her surgical cap, her curls exploding in the air after sudden liberation, her hair bobble tearing with an audible “pop!”. “I didn’t ask for your help!”

“The patient was crashing.” Jamie tried to explain, remaining eerily calm in spite of the angry woman facing him, looking like a rattlesnake ready to pounce. “Ye couldna possibly deal with all those bleeders. I thought a second pair of hands…”

“I already had a second surgeon!” She hissed, pointing at the frightened young resident who had sought refuge against the wall, clearly wishing to be swallowed by it – and away from the two galvanized surgeons. “I was in control, using the technique I prefer! But you decided to come and show off, like some goddam star!”

“I was only trying to help, lass.” He grunted, gripping his fists. His blue eyes were dark and dangerous, tumultuous seas waiting for ships to wreck on their waves. “It seems to me ye have a bit of a problem admitting when ye need help and it’s perfectly…”

“Oh, you bastard!” Claire roared, advancing to face him – even though he had the clear advantage of his imposing height. “Don’t you dare call me “lass”, as you do to the young nurses, melting them away to do your biding. Stop pretending you know the first thing about me! You just want to please the board, so they’ll give you the most challenging cases!”

“I couldna care less about the board, Doctor Beauchamp.” Jamie said through clenched teeth. “Ye should be thanking me that the patient isna heading to the morgue - instead ye’re yelling at me like a mad banshee, because I wounded yer pride.”

Claire’s cheeks were throbbing with heat, her chest constricted with a fury she couldn’t even begin to understand. She raised her index finger and poked him on the chest, wielding it like a dangerous dagger. “Stay the hell away from me and my OR, Fraser. I mean it!”

Mallaichte bas! Fine!” He roared, raising his hands in exasperation. “I won’t meddle again, as much as I think ye might need it. Ye blind woman, stubborn as a mule…” And he reverted to clipped Gaidhlig, grumbling in a low voice as he strode down the hallway.

“Claire!” She heard the voice of her friend, Geillis Duncan, gaping at her with her mouth noticeably ajar. Claire was panting, her vision almost blurred from anger, as she contemplated James Fraser retreating with a cold satisfaction. “What’s this ruckus all about? Is something amiss?”

“Just my esteemed colleague, James Fraser, being an insufferable prick.” She glared at the other people surrounding her, frozen in contemplation of the spectacle, silently warning them to return to their own business. “I really don’t know how someone can be as egocentric, misogynistic, smug…”

“Well, don’t hold anything back, darling.” Geillis laughed, gently pushing her by the arm to a nearby resting room. “Yer feud with the man is becoming legendary. There’s probably people placing money to bet on yer next fight.”

“Someone has to show him he’s not even half as impressive as he fancies himself to be.” Claire puffed, filling a glass with cold water from the machine in the corner and drinking it down.

“Most people think him charming, Claire.” The nurse pointed, sitting on the small couch – a myriad of unidentifiable stains garnishing the old fabric. “A verra capable surgeon, kind and concerned with his patients, humble but with a sharp mind, and a brilliant sense of humour.”

“Damn Geillis, don’t you hold anything back either.” She rolled her eyes in disbelief. “One would think you very enthralled by the man.”

“Everyone – well, every lass and probably John Grey too – kind of is.” The redheaded girl gave her a mischievous smile. “That is one hell of a ginger fox, Claire. How can ye not want to ride that…”

“That’s quite enough, thank you!” Claire hawked and tried to tame down her revolting hair with her fingertips. “I happen to be immune to whatever spell he has been casting around here.”

“I just don’t understand why ye hate him so much.” The nurse looked at her with studying eyes, slightly biting her index finger, her nails a gaudy shade of pink. “Are you trying to conceal the fact that ye actually find him attractive?” She said in a soft voice. “I know that after Frank it’s hard for ye to…”

“Don’t.” Claire said in a serious voice, the shadow of a smile gone from her face. “Don’t say that. This has nothing to do with Frank. I just don’t see what you see, that’s all.”

“Alright, I’ll let the subject go – for now.” Geillis stretched herself like a cat and grinned, preparing to resume her work. “Drinks tonight at Leoch’s?”

“Sure.” Claire nodded absentmindedly, already studying her next patient’s chart. “I’ll meet you there after I finish my colectomy.”

“Behave until then, ye hear me!” She warned Claire, leaving her alone to face another surgery.


Claire opened her locker, blood pulsing rapid inside her vessels, so much so she felt the tidal waves of blood on her temples. Like she had foresaw, a lonely envelope was there, a bit crumpled after being pushed through the small gap. With shaking hands and a smile of anticipation, she opened it.

“It has come to my attention that you had a rough day. I’m sorry to hear it. I thought I would make it a little better – but this time I’m borrowing the words of a wiser man.

«My struggle is harsh and I come back with eyes tired at times from having seen the unchanging earth,

But when your laughter enters it rises to the sky seeking me

And it opens for me all the doors of life.»

I hope to see it again soon. I shall miss your laughter every second you hide it away.

With l Yours,


It had started six months before. On a day when night had forgotten to go away, leaving everything immersed in shadows, rain pounding over the roof like a furious fist banging.

She had lost a patient that day. She recalled it vividly, because it had been the first since she had moved to Edinburgh. Not only that – it had been a young woman, with the same hopes and dreams that she had, heart broken into a million pieces but still hopeful. Losing her had been like losing a piece of herself, an entire world shattered away under the lights of the OR.

Claire accepted the sympathetic words of her colleagues, the gentle hands that touched her back, assuring her that not every battle was meant to be won. But she had lost – so brutally, so completely, so painfully. She walked to the locker room and bolted the door, allowed herself to cry on the floor, to sob until her heart had melted and gone away.

When she opened her locker to retrieve her things at the end of her shift, she had found a sketch there, pencil on paper like the tears on her cheeks. Someone drew a hand – elegant fingers with a thin wrist, which eerily reminded her of her own – holding a scalpel. And touching her palm underneath it, as if the fragile scalpel had been too heavy to hold on her own, a second hand helped her to hold it. The touching image – it had brought tears to Claire’s eyes – had been signed in a crooked handwriting. “Scalpel”.

The drawing had been on her nightstand since that day, a reminder that someone out there truly understood – knew – the loneliness of her work, the hardships she endured and how much she needed a presence to hold her when her strength failed her.

The second gift came a week after that – a pressed blue flower, perfectly preserved, clearly saved for quite some time between the pages of a book. Claire inhaled it, hungry for the perfume and words still trapped in it. A short note came with it – “Will you make a home for it with you? Scalpel”.

After a few weeks – time in which she had received poems, caricatures and photos of landscapes – she decided that her secret friend – for the mysterious person clearly meant to forge a relationship with her through those small tokens – deserved an answer.

She had scribbled it at home, sitting at her desk – the pressed flower next to her, on top of an organized pile of paper – and left it lodged on the door of her locker, where he’d certainly find it.

“Dear Scalpel,

I’m not sure why you think me deserving of such kind attentions, but I have to say you seem to read my mind! Not only I find everything you give me fascinating, but you seem to guess when I’ll need it the most. If someone ever told me I’d have a secret correspondent, I’d laugh and swear them insane. But in truth I find great solace in you and cherish every thought you spare me. Thank you for being a true friend – the more selfless kind.

Cla Needle

P.S. – Of course you know my real name, but it seems only fair that the both of us would have secret code names. I’ve been told to be sharp as one - and equally resourceful.”

And so their correspondence became two-sided. A week hadn’t gone by without a sign from him and Claire realized they were incredibly close – intimate, even. She had tried to suggest for them to meet and talk in the cafeteria – at least for him to reveal his name, so she could put a face on the person that meant so much to her. His answer had been concise and clear: “One day I’ll tell you everything. But not yet.”

Claire placed the note on her pocket, where her fingers could brush it – touching it, savouring it through the next hours. She headed for the pub to meet Geillis – blissfully unaware of Scalpel’s existence - wondering how one could be enamoured with a man made only of words on paper.

Not so secret now

Anonymous asked: Hi!!! I love your blog so much btw. I was wondering if you could do something with either Justin or Montgomery, where they’re like keeping their relationship a secret and then some of the other jocks start noticing hickies and marks on them and the reader. Thanks, if you can’t that okay. Xxx

Ship: Montgomery De La Cruz x Reader

Words: 718

Trigger Warning(s): Swearing, degradation of females (*cough* bryce)

A/N: I chose Montgomery because I feel like Monty needs more love, am I right or am I right !! Thank you so much xxx

“Monty… What the fuck mate… did you get attacked by a bear or something? Holy shit.” Justin called from the other side of the changing room. “No… what do you mean?” Montgomery questioned, shouting back. “Your back man… Scratched as hell,” Zach inputted.

“Oh, nah, that’s nothing, don’t worry.” Monty said, hastily putting his shirt back on to stop all of the Jock’s stares.

“Fuck off is it nothing. Someone had a lot of fun on Sunday night if you know what I mean,” Bryce interjects, laughing looking around to the rest of the boys. “C’mon, tell us who was it? Anybody we can share?” He added. 

That comment set Monty off, “Just because you think women are pieces of meat to chuck around doesn’t mean everyone else does Walker!” He raged, shoving Bryce against the lockers, fists gripping the front of his shirt in anger. “Treat them with some respect and then maybe you’d get one, instead of them just being in your dreams.” With that statement, Monty released Bryce and stormed out of the changing room, not wanting to deal with anyone’s comments.

I was shocked when I was pulled into a store closet, and went to let out a squeal, until I saw it was Monty, my ‘secret’ boyfriend.

“What can I do for you today, nothing too long, I have class in 10 minutes,” I ask flirtatiously, Monty has a tendency to want to make out in our break time, and who would I be to deny him?

“The boys know, they’ve seen the marks,” He states, looking at me seriously. “Ohh… Um… So do the girls?” I reply cautiously, all I get in response is a curious stare. “Jess saw the hickey you left on my collarbone…” I say, pulling down my shirt slightly to show him the bruise. “I didn’t tell her it was you, but if everyone knows you’ve been hooking up with someone, and so have I, I’m sure it won’t take them long to figure it out.” I pointed out, I was surprised to see Monty not getting angry.

“Perfect, then we need a plan I guess,” He suggests, with a smirk. “A plan?” I question, confused by his actions. “Yeah, a big reveal or whatever, before they figure it out.” Now I was definitely shocked, Monty had always been the one for keeping our relationship a secret, and suddenly he wants to tell everyone?

“Okay…” I agree, “But I don’t understand, what’s changed? Why are you acting like this without any warning? You’ve never said anything about this before,” I query, I was certainly not complaining, but I was trying to comprehend the situation.

“Because I’ve realised something in these past couple of days…” He pauses, “I think I’m in love with you y/n.” Without a doubt, I was not expecting that, who could’ve known previously super-aggressive Monty could experience love?

I looked up into his brown eyes, which were full of admiration and said “I’m in love with you too,” The look on his face was priceless, nothing felt better than making the one you love so happy.

He peppered my face in excited kisses as I asked “So, what’s the plan?”

We had decided to expose our relationship at Jessica’s party that weekend. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited.

It was about an hour into the party, everybody was a little buzzed, but nobody was off-their-face drunk yet. Monty and I were just chatting ‘as friends’ it would seem, outside where the majority of the people were.

I laughed quite loud at a fake joke he’d made and purred “You’re so funny!” staring into his eyes, to get some people’s attention. In response, his hands came up to frame the sides of my face, and I leant into his touch. “Just kiss me, enough people are watching now,” I whispered, “Are you sure?” He replied back, with a voice just as faint. “Mhmm,” I hum, wanting him. As my arms went around his neck, and our lips met, all we could hear were cheers in the background.

I tugged on the hair at the nape of Monty’s neck, and he opened his mouth slightly. All of a sudden, I couldn’t hear anyone else, Monty and I were in our own little world.

Just my honest thoughts about the bonuses of YOI BD/DVD vol.6… (in reference to this interview) I know not everyone will agree with me but I also know I’m not alone, lol. I’m posting it on this secondary blog because I want the translation to only be a translation, so please only read it if you’re curious and understand that we might agree to disagree…

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Breaking the silence: Fandom hatred, bullying, victimization, and hacking

Does anyone have an inkling/suspicion or a friend, who I can get in touch with, who might know anything about who hacked my AO3 account and removed all my fanfiction back in January?

My husband I, both proficient when it comes to computers, and he with viruses/hacking/malware protection experience, found out that my pc had been infected with a keylogging software (it tracks every single keyboard key I hit) which also took pictures every few seconds/ran a continuous stream of what I was doing on my pc visually. That means that private emails with numerous people were viewed by the hacker, private information seen, and every single one of the usernames and passwords I had typed in while infected. Unfortunately I didn’t have active monitoring of my pc on, instead relying on a virus and malware scan run once a week, so I didn’t catch it on time. When we looked back, we saw that my pc had been infected for at least 72 hours.

So what happened was they saw me log in to AO3 (which does NOT have two-step authentication – that thing where it sends a code to your phone) and within an hour my fics started to be deleted, one by one….

Thank goodness I was home from work and my husband was able to talk to me on the phone as the next steps were taken… I was able to stay a step ahead of the hacker for pretty much everything else.

So. They not only hacked my AO3. They also changed my username to SlutBitch and proceeded to send threatening emails to my email address. They tried to hack into every single one of my email accounts, and were actually successful on a few of them, but I was getting alerts on my phone (my email monitoring of many of my accounts telling me there was a new device being used to log in) and was frantically requesting password resets before they could change the single-level password reset method, and then I followed behind by adding in a phone verification method for every single log-in attempt made, including my own log ins.

All this without realizing that they were watching me through screenshots, and watching as every keystroke I made was recorded.

I was pretty much handing them my log-ins as I went.

But I stayed ahead of everything else.

Sure, I lost my fanfics with every kudos, every bookmark, every comment ever made, but at least I was able to protect my multiple emails, my Paypal, my Amazon, my Dropbox, and many other things. They made attempts to hack into my husband’s and my mother-in-law’s emails, but they didn’t have the password so I bet it was just to show me how far their reach was. A show of intimidation.

They even made an e-mail account of their own that used my handle: Juulna. My husband was able to hack it back from them, so at least now /I/ own that e-mail address. They used it to send me an e-mail threatening me by saying that they have my real name (of course, since they hacked my emails) and my credit card info. I received that email while I was at work on an 8-hour shift, and I freaked out. Because I couldn’t do anything about it, and I felt so scared. I felt harassed, harried, and completely drained. I just wanted to be left alone to lick my wounds in peace. It was awful. I felt awful.

Oh, and part of the e-mail they sent to me was traced back to my local area, and we called the police who checked into the address, and then apparently couldn’t give us any information because “there was a minor involved.” But I have my doubts that they were actually involved – that the hacker was smart enough to use a proxy or an IP mask.

So, yeah. This malware I’d been infected with (I didn’t use that pc often but, the couple of days before this, I was using it) was pretty sophisticated, and required some knowledge to use it. I had to have clicked on something like an image for the program to download in the background. Someone had to have known I would click on said image (or whatever it was). It’s highly likely I was targeted personally.

So there are a few different options:
A) the person who attacked me was knowledgeable about malware and hacking,
B) they hired someone who was,
C) or they were knowledgeable but not targeting me personally, and it was just a coincidence I was attacked.

I never really pushed the issue back then or even since I returned at the end of March 2017, because I wanted to move past it at the time. I was first off too devastated to want to think on the topic, and then when I returned I inquired into it a little bit by speaking privately with a couple of people and mentioning it here and there to see if there was anyone in the public who might approach me with a tip.

But I’m done getting caught up on reposting, and my mind cannot leave it alone anymore. There’s nothing I can use to distract myself and put the thought off with anymore. 

How does this tie in with fandom and bullying?

Well, because of my own suspicions on who this might be connected with. Many of you know about my run-in(s) with a certain BNF in the fandom. Many of you don’t, or haven’t realized I’m connected to that story in a pretty major way.

I’m not going to go off on a rant here, but suffice it to say that I truly, truly believe that this incident was either perpetrated by her, though she’d been out of the fandom for a few months at the time (though her fics were and still are up), or was perpetrated by someone who felt that I was responsible for her being run out. Maybe I was, a little, but it was only because I shared my story of what happened (and acknowledged the mistakes that I made, as well), which was then included as only a part of what this person did to the fandom and to other people – not just me. But some of her friends have since, and continued to, cast her as a complete victim in all of this, never mind the fact that she’s done this to numerous people, and she and I both escalated our feud. But that’s no reason to paint her as the innocent victim of the whole tale – and neither am I.

I’m human. There are people I really hate or dislike immensely or just a little bit; people I really wish would disappear; and even some people whom I’m jealous of (especially after my fics were removed and all my statistics lost – and after reposting said fics, have only achieved about ¼ of those previous stats, or even 1/20th of the comments I had on one fic…)…….

….. Despite this hate or resentment, or whatever, I would never hack another person and remove all of their hard work, just because I’m upset. I would never ever ever remove someone’s heart and soul; their work, their hours, everything that is theirs. It’s awful. It’s an awful feeling. It’s horrible. And I would have known all that before my work was taken from me.

Stop bullying people.

Stop taking away all their hard work.

Think twice before you speak.

Don’t take away what isn’t yours.

Even if a person is terrible, it’s not your choice to make to remove something which they’ve worked so hard on.

Two wrongs don’t make a right.

In conclusion

Thank you for reading/listening to my long-winded rant.

Also, yes, to clarify: the bullying (and possible hacking) occurred from one Reylo to another Reylo (and within an ot3 ship that’s an offshoot of Reylo)… This was not an anti to a Reylo – and that’s just awful that we’re fighting each other. Shouldn’t we stick together?

Also. Yes, I’ve spoken about this in hints or small sentences here and there over the last 9 weeks that I’ve been back. But I’ve finally decided to open up about this, and explain what went on, in the hopes that someone might know what happened, or might know someone else who might know something or be able to help.

And, failing that, it is my hope that someone learns something from my experience, awful as it might have been. If this helps someone… then maybe my experience was worth it, in the end.

I hope so.

Edit: adding the following message from one of my reblogs so that the message gets out there….

I have a message for the hacker: I promise that if you message me, or e-mail me at, that I will never reveal your identity to the community. I mean, as long as you don’t bully others or don’t do this hacking thing again, to me or to others, I will keep your identity a secret. Even if everything and everyone is screaming at me to reveal it and making them pay, I would be content with simply knowing who did this to me. If you did this to me, please come forward privately, at any time, and let me know.
Cheryl and Liam Payne name their baby boy Bear
CHERYL and Liam Payne have named their baby Bear, The Sun’s Bizarre column can reveal. They decided on the unusual name after spending a week getting to know the tot. Five-week-old Bear will …

CHERYL and Liam Payne have named their baby Bear, The Sun’s Bizarre column can reveal.

They decided on the unusual name after spending a week getting to know the tot. Five-week-old Bear will also take his One Direction star dad’s surname.

Last night a source revealed: “Cheryl and Liam wanted to get to know their baby before deciding on a name. They spent over a week getting to know him first before deciding so they got to know him first. They didn’t have the name Bear before the birth. But they’d been thinking of a name since meeting him and they just felt it suited him. They love their little baby Bear Payne and are truly over the moon and loving being parents for the first time together.” 

Cheryl, 33, has made only one public comment about their baby, three days after giving birth to the 7lb 9oz tot.

She said: “Liam and I became parents to an incredibly beautiful, healthy baby boy looking like a dream. Although he still doesn’t have a name he is already stealing hearts. We are all madly in love and overwhelmingly happy with our little arrival.”

The former X Factor judge and Girls Aloud star gave birth at London’s Chelsea and Westminster Hospital and Liam didn’t leave Cheryl’s side throughout the birth.

Liam, 23, broke his silence three days after the birth, on Mother’s Day, saying he felt “very blessed” by the arrival of their first child. He said: “My close friends and family know there are very few times when I’m left speechless… wow! It’s a moment that I will never forget for the rest of my life and my favourite memory I have so far. I’m completely in awe of his incredible mother and how she has been the whole way through this, she’s really made my dreams come true. I feel very blessed.”

The couple first met in 2009 when a young wannabe popstar Liam auditioned for her on The X Factor. He then went onto mega stardom thanks to his time in One Direction.

The Sun revealed the pair were dating in February 2016 – three months into their secret relationship. Their romance began the previous December after the X Factor judge divorced her second husband Jean-Bernard Fernandez-Versini, 36.

Reggie Mantle x Reader: PART TWO: Undercover Serpent

Request: No. My idea. 😇

A/N:  I’m back and excited for you see this imagine as the progresses. Hopefully you guys like it and are enjoying the story so far. And thank you for all the love you have given me about my writing it seriously means the world to me you guys enjoy it. Also thank you to the ones requesting to be part of the taglist it  makes my heart melt.

Words: 1505

Summary: Next day Reader faces a new challenge? The serpent’s know about her contact with Reggie and someone may know her secret…

Spoilers: (This imagine will have FP x Alice, Betty x Archie, Veronica x Cheryl, Joaquin x Kevin, Asexual Jughead because I can and I shall see my ships rise somewhere lol. Also in this imagine Hal Cooper & Alice have been divorced for a year because he didn’t support Polly and Jason so Alice filed for divorced because she’s a queen).

Warnings: Not really a warning; I know the Blossoms & Coopers have been revealed to be related, but not in this imagine.

Part One


Another day living a lie, was another day you felt like a complete fraud. You don’t know how long you can keep up this lie, or how long this would stay a secret.

“JD?” you called as you open the door to your trailer, no answer.

Startled by being grabbed by the back and you threw a punch, only to reveal your own brother.

“Hey, hey it’s just me, man you hit hard” Joaquin spoke catching his breath.

“Sorry, why did you do that?” you questioned.

“It was a surprise hug” he retorted innocently.

“Well with how things have been I thought that maybe something happened to you, you can’t sneak up on me like that you idiot” you smacked him in the shoulder.

“Well forgive me for wanting to hug you” Joaquin gave you a small hug and a big smile.

“I said sorry, why the hug though?” you challenged his expressions.

“Well you have brought good news!” he cheered.

“What news?” you looked at Joaquin confused.

“Okay, if you won’t admit it I will, you hanging out with Mantle great idea” he pats you in the back.

“What?!” you choked on the water you had just sipped, not knowing how news of Reggie talking to you already got to the other side of the town.

“I said great idea, finding out information from a best friend of Jason, man you are amazing” Joaquin keeps going.

“Well I gotta go Kevin awaits” Joaquin announces and you give him a disapproving face.

“Can’t believe you’re still doing that” you mumbled under your breath and he heard you.

“We all have a part to play (Y/N)” he answered your comment a bit coldly.

“My god you sound exactly like FP!” you grew annoyed.

“You’re getting intel from Jason’s best friend who are you to talk!” he growled.

“I’m not doing that!” you decided to lower your voice “He approached me, we talked nothing about Jason, I would never do what you’re doing JD” you felt a lump on your throat as your words spilled out.

“What’s wrong with being with Kevin!” he protected his argument.

“That you actually like him JD!” you raised your voice to match his again “You like him, and it’s only going to hurt him and you if he finds out the truth!”

“The he never finds out then” he said with a straight face, no emotion and walked out.

You stayed home worked on your homework, waited for Joaquin to come like always, until you received a text from FP to meet him in his trailer.

As you were about to knock on his door it revealed Alice.

“Alice” you smiled.

“(Y/N)” she winked and walked away.

“Looks like that ship is sailing” you smiled at FP as you closed the door and stepped inside his trailer.

“Not the topic of today little snake” you smiled at the nickname he had given you a while back.

“What happens to be the topic then?” you asked.

“You and Mantle” he said with a straight face.

“Nothing is going on FP” you answered still wondering how the hell this news were spreading.

“It could be of use to find out what he knows little snake, he was Jason’s best friend” FP declared.

“I won’t” you spoke coldly.

“You can, and you will” Mustang emerged inside of the trailer.

“Look, I understand the need for information, but I can’t do it” you tried to reason with them.

“C’mon you’re cute, I’m sure Mantle wouldn’t mind” Mustang caressed your cheek and pulled away.

“FP come on, I’m already on Betty and Jughead and their investigation, what more do you need” you

“Look if he’s not of help-” you cut FP off.

“What? You’ll handle him like you helped handle Jason?! I won’t have it!” you

“Why are you protecting the boy?” Mustang grabbed you by the shoulders hard and FP had to get him off.

“I will not be responsible for someone else” you sprinted out of there, you tried to be strong but for some reason you started to cry.

Confused as to why? Because of Mantle? No way you barely knew the guy!

Sometimes our hearts know something’s our brain hides.


“Do what you what you feel is best” Joaquin spoke as you were about to leave to school “Your bike is fixed” he smiled and you smiled back leaving for school.

You hated arguing with him especially because he was the only you really had in life. Surprised that he made first contact, almost always it was you reaching out to apologize even when it wasn’t your fault.

You arrived at your locker to take out your supplies for your first class when he approached you once again.

“Hey (Y/N), so I was wondering if you’ll have lunch with me and we finish our game” he spoke confidently.

“Sorry Reggie, I think we shouldn’t talk anymore” you spoke coldly and walked away to your first class leaving a very confused Reggie in the hallway. Just yesterday you were sweet and sarcastic and now you were so cold he wondered on what he had done.

You felt terrible because from the small time you had with him, you were just a normal girl. You felt a connection to him you hadn’t felt with anyone. That was now gone, you couldn’t let him in, that would mean you would put him in danger.

Lunch came and you sat with the gang. They talked, but your mind was drifting. You just wanted everything to go away. You felt his gaze on you, but you ignored it. Semi listening to the gang, but your thoughts bombarded you for your attention.

“Surprisingly I’ve never been to Joaquin’s home” Kevin spoke.

“How come?” Veronica added.

“I don’t know, I feel he’s just embarrassed form being from the Southside” Kevin drank from his apple juice.

“You okay (Y/N)?” Betty asked pulling you out your thoughts.

“No uh, just thinking sorry” you answered the blonde.

“About?” Cheryl observed.

“I have a lot of school work I have to do, I’ll see guys later” you picked up your food tray and left the courtyard.

He waited in his seat for a while so it wouldn’t look so obvious and then went after you.

You felt someone’s eyes following you, not him someone else.

You walked the lonely hallway wary if anyone was following you, but you didn’t see anyone. You sat in the empty hallway you back against some lockers pondering on how rude you sounded to Reggie? How did the Serpents find out about you talking to Reggie only Betty had you two? It couldn’t have been her could it? Your brain felt like it was about to explode as he sat next to you breaking you from your thoughts.

“My favorite color is Green, I really love steak and believe it or not I love The Notebook” his statement made you chuckle and he smiled once again at the sound of it. Every small thing you did became like a drug to him. He craved it, he needed it, you pulling away only made his addiction grow stronger. He wanted you in his life.

You didn’t know what you wanted anymore.

“Never seen it, sorry” you laid your head on his shoulder. Quite unsure why he made you feel so safe, how did he make you feel laid back? He blushed as your head made contact with his shoulder as if it was dream come true after an amazing hug you shared the day before.

“How have you not? It’s a masterpiece and-” he paused trying to choose his words carefully.

“And what Mantle?” you grew curious about his argument.

“Umm well you’re a- you’re a girl” he stumbled on his words and you saw how he felt bad about his words you pushed the bit of sexism aside.

“Just because I’m a girl, man Mantle sexist much? You don’t even know me” you joked and he chuckled.

The bell rang indicating Lunch was over so he stood up and stretched his arm out to you and you took it getting up. The proximity closing in between you two, and the students started to flood the hallway as you pulled away. Leaving him alone again in the hallway. You thanked God that he ignored your comments about leaving you alone because you really enjoyed his company, he made you forget about all the things you had to do even if was just for a little while.

You don’t even know me flooded Reggie’s mind. Did this mean you would actually be someone in his life?

Walking to class you could have sworn someone was still staring at you, you scanned the hallways; nothing. Who was this person? What did they want? Why now? Did someone find out?

You don’t even know me?

The words you spoke to Reggie flooded your mind too, were you going to be his friend? Did you just agree to find out anything he knew?


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A Life Sentence

Prompt by anonymous on tumblr: I think it could be cute if you wrote about them having a conversation soon after he regains his princely form, where they each talk about what they were thinking of each other and the circumstances when certain key moments in the story happened, and how each was so concerned for the other but also kind of wondering what on earth the other was thinking, etc. Haha, I’m sorry, I’m not expressing myself very clearly, but if you want you could try to do something with that…?  

A/N: Thank you, dear Anon! Sorry it took me awhile to finally write this. I so appreciate this prompt. I’m not sure if this is quite what you had in mind, but I hope you like the tangential path where my muse led me. Enjoy!

Also available: on AO3
Word Count: 4.8k


Belle finds him in the library…their library.

He’s leaning back in his usual reading chair, his feet unceremoniously propped atop the desk in front of him, as he studiously pores over one of the larger books in the collection that he’s determined to finish.

She has to bite her bottom lip to keep herself from giggling at that wonderfully adorable little furrow between his eyebrows already in place. He’s so deep in concentration, completely oblivious to her presence as she tip-toes a little closer. Like the morning she found him in the rose garden reading about King Arthur, it’s easy and natural to be playful with him. And lately, particularly during quieter moments like this, he seems almost childlike, so full of wonder and open to a world he’s been isolated from for too long.

She understands that yearning completely.

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Clothes Thief

Prompt 78 “That’s my shirt. So is this…wait?” 
Note ~ This one ended up being very long, but it’s one of my favourite prompts so far :D 

“Hey, is this my shirt?” I turned my head towards my closet were Shawn was holding one of his shirts that mysteriously went missing a few months back.

“What? No…” I replied playfully because, come on, there was no way I could get away with this. Shawn threw suspicious look in my direction before chucking the shirt over my desk chair before turning back to the closet.

“That’s also my shirt.” He stated, pulling out his favourite grey Hogwarts shirt that he lost a couple weeks ago, “So is that…wait.”

Before we knew it, he had pulled out six shirts, three hoddies, and a random snap back I seriously didn’t remember taking. Closing the door, Shawn stared at me, arms crossed across his chest with a playful smirk on his lips, “You have some explaining to do.”

My gaze shifted back to the giant Hufflepuff poster Shawn and I pinned to my ceiling back when we first started hanging out years and years ago. Dad went mental when he saw it, but he admired the skill it took for us to get it up there, so he let me keep it. The thing was covered in dust now and the colour was starting to fade from years of sun damage, yet it has never fell down once.

The bed shifted next to me. A warm hand touched my cheek, guiding me until I was staring at Shawn once again.

“Why do you have half my clothes in your closet?” He mumbled quietly. My cheeks were on fire as I forced down the lump forming at the back of my throat. Why was I so nervous? It’s not like I was about to reveal my deepest darkest secrets to him, although he probably knew all of them already.

Maybe it was over the whole getting caught thing? I’ve been getting away with stealing his stuff for so long, I never thought he would notice, or if he did he’d just keep quiet about it. Or maybe it was the way he was touching me, his fingers trailing the sensitive skin of my neck before resting his hand on my stomach, and the cheeky little smile on his face told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

“Baby?” Shawn called softly, pulling me out of my daze. I hummed some sort of response making him chuckle quietly, that pretty smile of his making my heart flutter like crazy, “You haven’t answered my question.”

“Oh, right, yeah.” I stumbled over my words. This seemed to act like a catalyst because suddenly everything else sort of tumbled out in a giant mess of words, “Sometimes when you’re on tour or away for music stuff, your parents will let me sleep over, or Aaliyah wants me to spend the night, or Dad, Derick and I will go have dinner at your house or something. And, somehow, I’d always end up just hanging out in your room. One night, I was cold so grabbed one of your hoddies and I realised it still smelt like you, so I kinda, sort of took it and started wearing it to bed or around the house whenever I started really missing you. Then after a few weeks the smell began fading, and it was getting pretty gross by this point, so Dad washed it, and it just wasn’t the same after that. I ended up shoving it in my closet with the intentions of taking it back. But the next time I was at yours, I ended up taking another one, and the time after that I took another, and another until you came back. By that point, I felt too embarrassed to give them back, and I realise how stupid this sounds…”

“It’s not stupid.” Shawn finally cut me off, and I was glad because I’m pretty sure I didn’t breathe through all of that, “It’s actually really cute.”

“Really?” I asked surprised, “Because I’m sure this is the sort of thing stalkers do.”

Shawn let out a loud laugh and shook his head, “Really. You should have told me sooner, I could have shipped you new hoodies after wearing them.”

“No thanks, I don’t want your filthy tour clothes thank you.” By this point we were both laughing until sour sides began to hurt. Suddenly, Shawn was pulling me on top of him. I gave a tiny squeal which only made us laugh louder.

“I do the same thing too, you know.” Shawn blurted out once we calmed down enough to breath.

“Wait? What?” I asked confused.

“While I was away on my last tour, I took one of your stuffed animals with me. I ended up cuddling with it every night.”

“So that’s where Scruffy went!” My head shot up, suddenly remembering about the time I couldn’t find the half falling apart brown dog my Gran gave me when I was younger. He normally stayed at the back of my small collection of teddys at the back of my closet. I only realised he was missing maybe two weeks before Shawn came back.

Shawn nodded, “I’m surprised you didn’t notice sooner.”

“I guess we’re just as bad as each other then.” I leaned down and pressed a small kiss to Shawn’s lips, which quickly turned into several kisses. I eventually managed to pull away and jump off the bed, much to his dismay.

“What are you doing?” He questioned as I gathered the pile of clothes in my arms.

“We’re taking these back to yours, and I want scruffy back.” Is all I said before leaving the room, Shawn following close behind.


I woke up to Derick yelling something about a parcel at the door. After rolling out of bed and almost killing myself as I sleepily stumbling down two flights of stairs, I was confronted with a large brown box with my name on it.

“Open it! Open it!” Derick bounced around while I tared through the endless amount of tape. I didn’t know whether to burst out laughing or cry as I pulled out three Shawn-sized hoodies.

There was a post-it note stuck to one of the jumpers with Shawn’s messy handwriting scrawled on the front.

Only three months, twenty-two hours, seven minutes and thirty-two seconds to go. I hope you’re not missing me too much ;) Tell Derick and your Dad I say hi (and John if he’s there). I love you xxx

Timeless EPs Talk Rittenhouse Twist, [Spoiler]'s Condition, Season 2 Plans

Warning: The following contains spoilers for Monday’s Timeless finale

Timeless dropped a mother of a twist during Monday night’s finale when Lucy’s mom, Carol (played by Susanna Thompson), revealed to her daughter that she’s a member of Rittenhouse. That makes Lucy something akin to Rittenhouse royalty, coming from two of the mysterious organization’s strongest bloodlines.

“Rittenhouse has an operative on the mothership” — that would be Emma, who’s a mole! — “and soon they will control everything: the past and the present, the future,” Carol informed Lucy. “Together, we will change history.”

Elsewhere in the season ender: Lucy enlisted her grandfather to be a double agent within Rittenhouse in 1954. Back in the present, they tracked down his apartment full of intel, allowing them to arrest key members. Then Lucy arranged a secret meeting with Flynn to hand over the names of his family’s killers, and he, in return, gave her back her journal, which he claimed she gave him. (More on the when and how of that below.) But the peace was short-lived as Agent Christopher swooped in to arrest Flynn.

And last, but definitely not least interesting: Jiya had a strange physical reaction after taking a ride with the trio in the time ship, which was built for just three.

Below, creators Eric Kripke and Shawn Ryan talk about Lucy’s shocking discovery, Jiya’s time-bending state and Season 2’s potential conflict.

TVLINE | Has Lucy’s mother always been Rittenhouse, or is she just a member in this timeline where she’s healthy?
SHAWN RYAN | She’s always been Rittenhouse. This is something that Eric [Kripke] and I had talked about even as we were making the pilot, before we even had writers on staff, that we felt that Lucy’s mother was Rittenhouse. We just debated when and how to reveal that. She’s someone who in both timelines… has always been a secret and an important member of Rittenhouse.

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There’s something suspicious about Solas being agnostic but also talking about “great (religious) rituals” and that you should “tread lightly, this is sacred ground” in a reverent voice - what is up with that? Why are rituals worthy of respect to him when he hates the evanuris and finds modern religious organizations to be bad, and he doesn’t think gods are real? 

(This has been in my drafts forever - it’s really long rambling thoughts about spirits, the elven gods, worship, and religion in Inquisition.)

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anonymous asked:

father i have a theory that you and altisetsky are actually otabek and yuri and my reasons are 1. philippines and australia has a 3 hour time difference 2. you have a 2 year 4 month age gap and 3. your interaction with her is cute as fuck these are facts (sorry if this comes across as creepy? lol i just adore both of you a lot)

@altisetsky our secret’s been revealed

But oHH my god you’re right the similarities are uncanny….. Who knew that Liv and I were the true Otayuri all along? Ice Tiger of the Philippines and the Hero of Australia am I right ladies

Accidents Happen *** Part 6/7

Summary: The reader and Bucky have been very close friends, best friends if you will, since they were young. Even now that they are finally in their last year of college, the two are still tied to the hip. When Bucky stops at her house after partying a little too much a secret is revealed. Will this secret bring them closer to tear their friendship apart?

Parings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, like major fluff

Word Count: 1370

A/N: Oh, my gosh. This was supposed to be ot three days ago. Forgive me!!! I think this was my favorite part to write. It’s so cute and I smiled while writing it. I hope you guys like it. There will be one more part after this and most likely an epilogue. Just because why not. Anyways… Happy reading!

Series Masterlist - Part 5 - Part 7

You hadn’t felt this miserable in so long. Bucky had texted, called, he had even showed up to your classes. Each and every time, you did the only thing you thought made sense. Oh, how wrong you were. The more you seen his name on your phone, the more you heart fluttered. You spent the past week missing him, wishing he was beside you, holding you in his large arms as he found a way to comfort you. Bucky was always the one who was there for you when you didn’t think you would ever be okay.

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A/N: *Emerges from my cave and months of inactivity* Hey guys. I watched the new music video. so uh… yeah. Enjoy!

“Can I tell you a story?”

You snuggle closer to Dan, smiling at his words. “Of course you can.” You grab the bottle of liquor from him, taking a swig. The liquid burns down your throat, but you relish in the warmth that pools through you.

Dan looks up to the sky, a small smile on his face. “Once upon a time, there was a sweet, innocent boy, and a beautiful, incredible girl.”

You snort in derision. “There’s hardly anything innocent about that boy.”

A dark bar, the air heavy with the scent of old cigars, sweat, old love, lost love, new love. The strands of your pink wig whirl around as you laugh and dance, almost oblivious to the sudden disappearance of your car keys.


Out of the corner of your eye, you catch the thief in the act as he swipes your keys from your table and hurries off outside. Eyes widening in panic and anger, you abandon your partner and wind through the bodies of people to run outside. 

“Hey!” The stranger stops in his tracks. “I saw what you did, bastard. Give them back, now.”

The stranger turns around, and you’re confronted with a lanky man with high cheekbones, wild, dark hair, a somewhat bashful grin, and the darkest, bluest eyes you’ve ever seen. They seem to pierce right through you.

“Oh, these are yours?” He gives an unconvincing laugh. Your scowl deepens, though you take note of the obviously British accent. “Sorry… I was only going to borrow it.” 

You quirk an eyebrow. “Really?” you deadpan, completely unconvinced.

The stranger nods, eyebrows drawing together into a pitiful, earnest look. “My friends and I are racing to see who can get to the Joshua Tree National Park. I… would’ve given it back, promise!”

You know his story is complete bullshit, but you can’t help but smirk all the same. There was something about this guy…

“I’ll drive you there, alright?”

The stranger looks up at you, surprise lighting up in his eyes. “Sorry?”

You cross your arms. Your smirk evens out into a full smile. “I’ll take you to the national park.”

“It’s a ways away.”

“Then let’s road trip. You pay for gas, I get to sleep in the backseat, and we’ll take turns driving. Deal?”

The stranger doesn’t move for a moment, clearly contemplating the plan, before he steps toward you and sticks out his hand. You shake it. 


I was only going to borrow it…”

You laugh at Dan’s feeble attempt to defend himself.

“… besides, it’s a shit car anyway. Someone was bound to steal it. You’re lucky it was only me.”

You pout, patting the metal hood you and Dan are lying on. “Excuse me, it’s a classic.”

Dan shakes his head, relinquishing the argument to you. “Right.”

You poke his side. “And what happened, on that trip?”

Dan tilts his head, looking up at the inky black sky. “Oh, the boy and girl started off rocky. It was such a split decision, neither one knew how to act.” He intertwines his fingers with yours, gazing down at it reminiscently. “But then, the girl started talking. About her interests, her dreams, her view of the universe. And slowly, yet surely, the boy started to fall in love.”

You feel yourself start to redden, so you roll your eyes and nudge him playfully with your shoulders. “Really though, what fantastical adventures did these kids go on?”

Dan hums. “Well, there was that time the boy jumped into someone else’s pool with his clothes still on…”

The water is still, quiet and, above all else, cold. Your breath fogs up in front of you, a reminder of the childhood days when your imagination transformed you into a fearsome dragon. The stranger – Dan, his name is – tugs on your hand impatiently. “Come on, let’s jump in the water!”

“Dan, you’re still dressed!” Your words are lost behind you as a string of giggles bursts from you. 

Dan looks back with that now-familiar mischievous glint in his eyes. “Come on!”

Okay, okay,” you pant out, ripping your hand from his. You look uncertainly at the icy water. “Okay… on the count of three.”

Dan grins and nods. He looks at the water, obviously mentally bracing himself. “One…”

You bend your knees. “Two…”

“Three!” Dan leaps into the water with a yell. The sheet of still water shatters as Dan hits the surface.

Meanwhile, you’re still on dry land, laughing as Dan splutters to the surface, looks around for you, and proceeds to give you the finger when he realises you hadn’t jumped.

You smile fondly at the memory, except…

“It was a lake, not someone’s pool!”

Dan shrugs. “Either way, you lied to me about jumping in together.”

Rather than reply to his accusation, you take another swig of the bottle. “What about that time the guy dared the girl to run through some stranger’s house?”

“I’m getting to that part!” Dan grabs the bottle back indignantly. “Now where was I…”

The car comes to a sudden stop in the middle of a quaint, suburban neighbourhood. You jolt awake from your nap to find the vehicle sitting idle in front of a house. The front door is open, with only the screen door barring the way inside. 

Dan turns to you with a crooked, devilish smile. “I dare you to run through that house.”

You stare back at Dan for a heartbeat before bursting out laughing. “Yeah, sure. Lemme just solicit through and trespass on private property. I might even get lucky and get shot.”

“I’ll drive for the next twelve hours, and I’ll buy you dinner.”

You quirk your brow at that. Now that’s a more intriguing offer. “And I just have to run through, yeah?”

Dan nods.

You tap your chin. “Drop the 12-hour drive, but you have to come with me.”

Dan grins, sticking his hand out. You shake it hard. “Deal.”

You open the door and step out of the car, walking nervously up to the door. A part of you hopes that the handle won’t turn, or that the door would still be locked, but the door opens with ease. You step in, looking cautiously around. You glance back at Dan, beckoning him in before you sprint through the modern-looking house, Dan in tow. You give a squeal when you find two elderly couple on the couch, absolute confusion and panic written all over their faces. 

“Sorry, pardon me!” Dan shouts behind him as you make a beeline for the back door. You hear the old man shout behind you, but you and Dan are already out the door and running back to the front. 

You jump into driver’s seat. “Come on!” 

Dan wrenches the door open the ducks quickly into the passenger side. The wheels squeal loudly as you stomp on the accelerator. The car shoots forward and you glance at the rearview mirror to find the couple running outside. The old man raises his fist angrily at the car, and you and Dan laugh almost maniacally as the adrenaline rushes through you.

And the old man even had a gun!”

You throw your head back in a loud laugh. “What?!”

Dan looks at you with a serious expression, but you can see the mirth in his eyes. “Yeah, that definitely happened. We could’ve died!”

You scoff playfully. “Yeah, sure.” You snuggle closer to Dan, and you feel his arm hug you protectively. “Remember that dance class? You didn’t even want to try…”

Dan’s face, etched in embarrassment, as he looks at the groups of people in the dance studio milling around. “I’m not sure about this.”

You latch on to his arm, smiling encouragingly at him. “I am. And I’m always right.”

Dan rolls his eyes. “Right, I forgot.”

You grin as you pull Dan into the studio. “Come on!”

Dan hum in disagreement. “What are you on about? I totally outdanced you.”

Dan gives his full, toothy smile at you, his eyes practically sparkling despite the relative darkness of the studio. He’s drenched in sweat and his moves are still jerky and awkward, but you lean in to hug him regardless. 

“You were great, Dan,” you tell him. You don’t see his expression, but he gives you an extra squeeze before pulling back. His face has a strange expression on it, but you can’t pin down what it is.

“Thank you.”

“Right, that’s why you’re such a great dancer now.” You laugh as Dan shoves you. Had it not been for his arm, you probably would’ve gone sliding off.

Dan leans his head against yours. “And finally, when the boy and the girl, after so many miles and so many days, reached the national park, the boy revealed his big secret…”

“I actually didn’t have a crazy race with my friends here.”

You roll your eyes, leaning your head on Dan’s shoulders. Both your legs are hung over the edge, swinging carefree over the hundred-foot drop. “I figured when you didn’t even so much as talk about them during the entire trip.” You lift your head to look at Dan. The sunset, with the pink hues, strikes his face and accentuate all of his most special features. The curve of his cheekbones. Each long, sweeping eyelash. The freckles splashed over his nose and below his eyes. A faint breeze ruffles his wild hair. “But tell me. Why did you steal my keys in the first place?”

Dan smiles, looking down at your intertwined fingers. “Well… I wanted to grab your attention. Seeing you dance up on that table, with that bright wig, and those beautiful eyes… I knew I had to grab your attention somehow.”

You laugh, though you can feel yourself blushing. You know the sunset is highlighting your now-rosy cheeks. “That could’ve backfired so hard, though.”

Dan lifts his hand to your face, his thumb trace up and down your cheek as he leans forward. “Maybe, but this has surpassed even my wildest dreams.”

You smile softly back and let your eyes flutter closed. And in that darkness, in that silence, you feel his lips touch yours.

You open your eyes and pull away from Dan’s kiss at a large rumble in the sky. You and Dan look up just in time to see a large jet lift up from the ground. It soars through the air and into the inky night sky.

You snuggle back into Dan’s body. “You tell it differently every time,” you say softly.

Dan returns with his special crooked grin. “Well, I like my version better.”

~~~~~ willyumfarquarson ~~~~~

Revealed // Conor Maynard

Requested by anon - Number 25 “stop being stubborn and come cuddle me.”

“I can’t believe that he actually did that,” you sighed frustrated “I wasn’t ready for everyone to know Conor,” your eyes filled with tears and you concentrated them on the floor to avoid looking at him.

The clip played through your mind from the video that Jack had posted. It was a vlog from when you went to Belgium with Conor from his latest show, you were all in the greenroom and jack didn’t realise that in the back of the clip you were sat on Conor’s lap cuddling with Conor placing the occasional kiss on your cheek and lips. You had to admit you did look pretty damn cute but that wasn’t the point, the thought of all Conor’s fan knowing about your relationship was terrifying.

“Y/N…” he sighed, he reached his hand out to yours but you quickly retracted. “Baby, come on. It’ll be okay.”

“What if it’s not Conor, your fans are going to hate me and then you might start to hate me as well,” tears started to fall from your eyes and you resisted once again as Conor tried to pull you towards himself.

“You know that I love you far too much for that to happen and they were bound to find out at some point, Jack just made it happen sooner than planned,” he told you softly.

“But what if they do hate me?” you asked vulnerability seeping from your words.

“Then we’ll deal with it but if they’re true fans they will just be happy that I’m happy.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive, now stop being stubborn and come cuddle me.”

You flung your body towards his and wrapped yourself around him, he hugged you tightly and guided your bodies towards the sofa where he pulled you down with him. Your face came to rest in the crook of his neck, his unmistakable scent comforting you and your legs tangled together. His arms stayed wrapped around your waist, forming a barrier keeping you safe from all your fears.

“Do you think we should post something about us?” you asked him sceptically, aware that once you’d officially announced it then it would be out there and there was no going back.

“Don’t worry about that, we’ll sort it later. Let’s just chill and watch a movie, yeah?” You nodded in response and cuddled into Conor further.

A few hours later you woke up after falling asleep in the middle of the movie once again, you looked up to find Conor still fast asleep and laughed slightly. You finally gained the courage to look at your phone for the first time since Jack had told you about the situation.

As soon as you unlocked your phone you saw masses of notifications from all social medias but the one that stood out the most was that Conor had tagged you in a photo on Instagram.

Deciding to look at that first you opened the app to see a photo of the both of you, you scrolled down to read the caption and smiled at his words.

So, I know you are all going to be devastated to hear this but I am officially off the market and I have been for a while. Me and Y/N have been keeping a “little” secret for a while which my brother decided to reveal earlier today (thanks Jack). Y/N has been really nervous for this and is convinced that you’ll all hate her so go tell her that she’s beautiful or cute or just say something nice to prove her wrong. Don’t worry I still love all of you Mayniacs and you won’t be forgotten. Just know that she makes me happy, happier than I’ve been for a long time. 

You kissed Conor’s cheek and mumbled “I love you,” into his ear. Even if every single Mayniac did hate you, if you got to spend everyday with him it’d be 100% worth it.


Moriel - General - Fluff

I was heartlessly accused of being unable to write fluff without infinite amounts of angst and pain by a certain Moriel Queen (*cough* @abookandacoffee *cough*). Thankfully, Korean-Dramas came to my rescue. 

The One Where Nobody Dies

Summary: In which Azriel is terrible at texting back, Morrigan continues to endure the idiocy of her dysfunctional family, Cassian becomes The Bride of Spring, Amren cannot maintain long-distance relationships with goats, and Rhysand is barely mentioned.

Special Guests Include: Flower Crowns, Polygamous Nymphs, and most dangerous of all, Vegetarians.

Tags: Letter-writing, Comedy, Fluff

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Resistances and Dalliances

Chapter 11: Wind in the Heart

“Has the activity around Ja Niihk increased?” Evfra asked.

“Not even slightly,” Mashiar answered promptly.

“What is the condition of the supply lines running behind the kett base?”


The journey to Voeld stretched, until Ryder was convinced that the pilot of their shuttle had badly miscalculated and aimed them at the black hole instead of Voeld; or maybe Mashiar had planned it that way, from the smug look on his face when he instantly took the seat next to her before Evfra had even boarded, sitting uncomfortably close to her. Mostly it was uncomfortable because his allure was not lost on her, despite her head and heart being so full of Evfra. She wasn’t blind, whatever her feelings were.

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