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Rough

Square Filled- bondage

Rating- Explicit

Tags- Alpha!Sam x Omega!reader, rough smut, bondage (restraint with ropes)

Word Count- 1600ish

A/N: For @spnabobingo​​. Hope you enjoy! XOXO


Fucking finally.
Since your first heat when you were just a teenager, you’ve been looking, searching for him. And now you’ve got him.

Fucking finally.

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“Modern society fails us, so there is a personal responsibility to figure out what is meaningful. If you’re not careful, you will just ingest what you’re told to ingest, and your life will pass you by with you having zero awareness as to what is actually substantial, and what is just trash.

One thing I like about being in Boston is that I have access to information that I wouldn’t have if I were still living in Houston. Since moving here, I’ve become so much more aware of where things come from, and what their value is beyond simply a monetary number.

For example, where I grew up, you go to IKEA. In IKEA, everything is new. In Houston, if something is broken, you just get a new one. Everything is expendable. It’s a life of excess beyond awareness. Here, there is a desire for old things. People are willing to go on Craigslist and find a $600 solid-wood table, put a layer of poly on it, and then keep it for 60 years.

So, how I choose to make decisions every single day is directly related to the knowledge I get from the people I work with and the people I talk to. If I constantly socialize with people who I have nothing in common with, I will eventually become something that I’m not. I have to remain actively aware of whose wills are acting upon me.

I’ve also noticed that I’ve developed a really unsavory habit of mindlessly going on certain apps on my phone, as if there’s this loop in my head that tells me that that’s what I’m supposed to be doing with my time. Sometimes I’m not even looking at the content. It’s just mindless dribble, a waste of time, with me being conditioned to desire certain stimuli. I feel like I’m somehow being hijacked—like I’m being made into a mindless consumer.

That awareness doesn’t come from a book that’s easily digestible. It’s something you have to experience, something you have to synthesize and thenreflect upon. And if there’s anything that I value, it’s this awareness and the desire to become more aware.

Sometimes it’s not fun. With awareness comes responsibility. For example, my girlfriend’s vegan. I’m Persian-Puerto Rican. Growing up, eating meat wasn’t just satisfying. It was home-cooked food, and eating it with my family came with all of the cultural importance of sharing food.
One thing that was hard for me in the last year-and-a-half was not eating any meat. I used to be into competition barbecue, so much so that I dreamed of designing my own smokers. Tell me how someone who desires to build his own barbecue grills and competitively smoke barbecue can all of a sudden give up eating meat? It’s the power of women and the power of information. Together they are very compelling. And it all comes down to awareness.”

anonymous asked:

Different anon. What do you mean about the marriage symbols in Brienne's chapters? I didn't see any?

In the mêlée at Bitterbridge she had sought out her suitors and battered them one by one, Farrow and Ambrose and Bushy, Mark Mullendore and Raymond Nayland and Will the Stork. She had ridden over Harry Sawyer and broken Robin Potter’s helm, giving him a nasty scar. And when the last of them had fallen, the Mother had delivered Connington to her. This time Ser Ronnet held a sword and not a rose. Every blow she dealt him was sweeter than a kiss.
Loras Tyrell had been the last to face her wroth that day. He’d never courted her, had hardly looked at her at all, but he bore three golden roses on his shield that day, and Brienne hated roses. The sight of them had given her a furious strength. She went to sleep dreaming of the fight they’d had, and of Ser Jaime fastening a rainbow cloak about her shoulders.


She was dressed in silk brocade, a quartered gown of blue and red decorated with golden suns and silver crescent moons. On another girl it might have been a pretty gown, but not on her. She was twelve, ungainly and uncomfortable, waiting to meet the young knight her father had arranged for her to marry, a boy six years her senior, sure to be a famous champion one day. She dreaded his arrival. Her bosom was too small, her hands and feet too big. Her hair kept sticking up, and there was a pimple nestled in the fold beside her nose. “He will bring a rose for you,” her father promised her, but a rose was no good, a rose could not keep her safe. It was a sword she wanted. Oathkeeper. I have to find the girl. I have to find his honor.
Finally the doors opened, and her betrothed strode into her father’s hall. She tried to greet him as she had been instructed, only to have blood come pouring from her mouth. She had bitten her tongue off as she waited. She spat it at the young knight’s feet, and saw the disgust on his face. “Brienne the Beauty,” he said in a mocking tone. “I have seen sows more beautiful than you.” He tossed the rose in her face. As he walked away, the griffins on his cloak rippled and blurred and changed to lions. Jaime! she wanted to cry. Jaime, come back for me! But her tongue lay on the floor by the rose, drowned in blood.
Brienne woke suddenly, gasping.

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Hello. I don’t know if you remember me, or if this matters. But I was here a lot some time ago, and I felt like coming back today. Well my life changed a lot. I finally did it. I am happy. I found someone, and I’m about to get married and have kids. My dark side is gone. My depression. My tears. All of those times I wanted to end it. So yes, It is possible to let all those things behind, and try to build a new life. One that matters. One that cheers you. I’ve just came back to tell you, that this blog helped me through a really hard time, and I promised you I’ll never delete it, so I haven’t. I really missed you guys, and I hope all of you find peace like I finally did.

Tom: Yep, when I said “later”, I definitely meant “today”. I still have some time left, but I suppose I’ll head out now and grab a quick meal before visiting his workshop. There’s a place that I always frequent at with the others, and it shouldn’t be that packed yet.

And “good ideas”, you think so? While I’m also as excited as you all are, I’m still rather nervous…

Tom: To build something of mine. I’ve made plans to help improve some businesses and I’ve given ideas to alter their products so they’d sell better, but I’ve never gotten someone to create from scratch, especially if it’s coming from me. 

I mean I do have one big invention in mind but I’ve got several others too. Smaller projects, maybe he needs some ideas himself to work on so I’m bringing along some other suggestions too.

Tom: … Maybe with his work, considering that he’s the only known inventor in town so far, but thanks for the concern. 

Tom: Well, I’m off.

okay what fucks me up about call it what you want is the parallels to other taylor songs because it’s so beautifully done and metaphors in themselves. here are the ones i picked up straight away:

loves me like i’m brand new/it’s never too late to be brand new - innocent parallel // 1) the fact that taylor (purposefully or accidentally) references speak now makes me fucking die. 2) the fact that this is similar to innocent speaks volumes because it shows the maturity taylor has developed over the past couple of years. it also shows the fact that she can change if she needs to but doesn’t because this guy loves her so much. and now i’m crying.

my baby’s fit like a daydream/james dean daydream - style parallel // okay so this is so cute because i personally think that it shows that taylor never thought that this type of guy was real or true or attainable but she actually is in a relationship with someone like this and it’s beautiful.

all my flowers grew back as thorns/flowers we’d grown together died of thirst - clean parallel // let me cry for about 1000 years. okay so this is so beautifully sad because it’s referencing all of the hard work taylor had put into building a good relationship and life made her put up defences, but it’s also a good thing because she grew back, and stronger than ever.

windows boarded up after the storm/sky turned black like a perfect storm - clean parallel // another clean parallel that kills me inside. this one shows that even though taylor purged the horrible shit from her life, she was left empty and alone and broken and that fucking hurts, but this guy comes along and helps her :’))).

you don’t need to save me/romeo save me - love story parallel // this parallel oh fuck. it’s showing taylor’s growth and ability to recognise that she doesn’t need someone to be happy but it’s always nice and it makes her feel loved to have someone who loves her that much aww.

my castle crumbled overnight/i could build a castle out of all the bricks they through at me - new romantics parallel // OkaY SO this line shows that even though taylor was laughing off these harsh words and shit people said, they still affected her in such a deep way that it hurt her. it also could mean that those bricks were so unstable because they weren’t ‘true’ and it fell down because of that. IT ALSO COULD MEAN that this guy was able to get through this castle/façade that she built because she didn’t want to get hurt, and i’m still crying.

just say yes/yes - love story parallel // oh god. this shows that taylor has found that guy who makes her feel like she’s living in a fairytale but it’s real and right and true.

these are all i could find right now but FUCK ME UP TAYLOR SWIFT. @taylorswift

the history behind the name alexander

the history behind the name alexander | 4,081 words | written by a transmasc mlm | pls reblog!!

dedicated to: my boy @benjpierce (i listened to never apart on repeat while writing this), kesha (i listened to rainbow while writing this too), @blurryfandoms (the true fan ily) @petertheromaniwolf (theo!! be excited! there is les mis!), @claryfightwood (sksksks i still can’t believe we’re frens) and @rinithereject (my mom who i love!!)

disclaimer: i am transmasc mlm, but i cannot guarantee that all transmasc kids experience dysphoria the same way alec does in this fic. some parts are drawn from my experience, but not all of it. also, this is an alec-centric fic first, and then a malec fic.

pairings: alexander lightwood and magnus bane

warnings: trans! alec lightwood, mentions of dysphoria, talk about chests and the down below, mentions of shark week, use of deadname. if you’re ftm or transmasc, please read this at your own caution!!

summary: his name was one that fit him wrong, too big, too cluttered, too confining and choking. he was all ripped apart at the edges, a self-made king.

also on ao3!!


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He smoothes his clothes down in front of the mirror, an ever permanent frown etched onto his face. He can never get his shirts to stand just right, falling over his chest and masking those…things. He sighs and slings a bow over his shoulder and heads out, eyes down and shoulders raised just enough for them to look broad.

Izzy stands outside his room, leaning against a wall and flipping through a magazine. Alec squints at it and notices it’s one of those magazines with girls on them from Jace’s room. He recognises them from that one time Jace chucked one at his head. Don’t ask, it’s a long story.

She looks up from the magazine. “Do you think she’s cute?” she asks, pointing at a girl on a page. She’s modelling against a rock or something, and he supposes she’s pretty.

“Her eyes are a nice colour,” offers Alec. Izzy sighs.

“Honestly, big brother,” she says, shaking her head fondly, and Alec feels his heart lurch. The words ‘big brother’ fit him perfectly, wrapping around him like a blanket of comfort, twisting into his stomach and settling there, warm and loved and content. They fit him much, much better than his – he shudders – birth name.

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the-last-alicorn  asked:

Here's a question: Top Ten Toku Mechas?

This may come as a surprise to my followers but one of my least favorite aspects of Super Sentai is the mecha.  Of course, that’s like saying my least favorite part of cheesecake is the crust.  I still love it but it’s not cheese or cake so it comes a distant third on the love scale.

That said, I do love me some mecha!  I used to build Gunpla kits on a regular basis and watched so much mecha anime it’s what I became known for before I let my toku fan flag fly higher than my Zeon one (and yes, I had a Zeon flag before I sold it to someone even more passionate about it than I was.)

So, I have watched a lot of mecha related stuff.  I adore the early work of Go Nagai on Mazinger Z, Getter Robo and all the derivatives and spinoffs thereof (Great Mazinger, Grendaizer, Getter Robo G, Shin Getter Robo etc. etc.). I also love Yoshiyuki Tomino’s outpu.  Not just his Gundam work though but his lesser known shows like Space Runaway Ideon, Xabungle and even the much maligned Brain Powerd.

I guess that’s the long way of saying that I’m a mecha fan but you aren’t going to see a ton of Super Sentai mecha on this list of my favorite tokusatsu robots. There are just too many to choose from to limit it.  There will be a few but they will not dominate this list.

Let’s get started.

10. Giant Robo

Airing in Japan in 1967, this series was the brainchild of manga writer  Mitsuteru Yokoyama who also created Tetsujin 28 (known as Gigantor in the US). It has a lot of similarities to his earlier series with a young boy controlling a giant robot by remote control. What really makes this series stand out though are the creative enemies and interesting fights.  I also just love Robo’s design with its Egyptian headdress and stern expression.  

9. Daileon

The robot that transforms out of the hero’s starship from the 1985 Metal Hero series Special Megabeast Investigator Juspion is great for two reasons.  1) I just love the very simple but elegant robotic look of it. 2) It fights giant monsters every week!  This is the only Metal Hero show to feature kaiju (or megabeasts in this case) every week and give the hero a giant robot to take them on with.  That’s pretty sweet in my opinion and makes Juspion a very unique entry in its respective franchise.

8. Jean-Killer

A robot that first showed up in one of the Ultraman Zero side story specials, I feel Jean-Killer really didn’t come into its own until it became the personal mecha of Ultraman Ginga’s rival. I really like its design, the fact that it can transform into a spaceship and the way it goes from being a hated enemy into a grudging ally in the fight against evil.

7. Super Robot Red Baron

My brother bought this show on DVD and let me borrow it and I have to say, it was a lot of fun.  The first two episodes were surprisingly brutal and shocked me into watching the rest.  It’s a pretty darn good show and I love how boxy and classically robotic the heroic mecha of the series is.  It feels a lot like Giant Robo but it’s a bit newer, giving it a little polish the older series lacked.

6. Leopardon

Spiderman’s personal giant robot from the 1978 Toei series stands as a fantastic example of adding a robot to something that had no right to have one and making it amazing. Of course, it was dreamed up to make the American hero more appealing to Japanese children but it proved SO popular it ended up giving Toei the idea to put robots together with their flagging Sentai shows and revitalize it into SUPER SENTAI.  I owe this webbed wonder a lot for that!

5. Dragon Caesar

Dragon Caesar is my favorite sixth hero mecha ever.  Sure, he may be the first but he gets me in my sweet spot for things I love.  Those would be; giant monsters, robots and robot giant monsters. He also looks like a robot Godzilla, which is something of a weakness of mine as you will see higher on the list.

4. Electronic Starbeast Dol

The undersection of Gavan’s spaceship from the 1982 Metal Hero series Space Sheriff Gavan transforms into this amazing mecha.  It’s a GIANT ROBOT SPACE DRAGON!  So I really need to go into any more detail about why that idea just kicks all the ass in the galaxy? It can breath fire, it can shoot lasers from its eyes and it can grapple enemies.  I love this thing’s design and just wish it got more use in the series.  Still, every time it was used, I loved it to death.

Speaking of Robot Space Dragons…

3. Daijinryu

This monstrous mechanical dragon was the largest single mecha ever to appear in Super Sentai.  Look how huge it is compared to the buildings beneath its feet! Another giant robot space dragon, Daijinryu was the ultimate keeper of balance.  It would appear whenever the battles between the heroes of Gosei Sentai Dairanger and their enemies, the Gorma, got too out of hand and threatened the balance of the universe.  If the fighting didn’t stop, it threatened to destroy the entire world! It also had the power to back that up and dwarfed anything the heroes or villains could send against it.

2. Muteki Shogun

Out of all the mecha to appear in the 41 year history of Sentai, this is my absolute favorite,  I love his design, I love his concept and I love the way it moves and looks on screen.  It’s essentially a Japanese castle that stands up to become a giant robot.  It’s so awesomely cool and outshines even the other mecha of its own series.  Nothing in Super Sentai tops this one for me.

1. Mechagodzilla

Whether and alien duplicate, a weapon reverse engineered from 23rd Century robotics by G-Force or a government Godzilla deterrent made from the bones of the original Godzilla, no tokusatsu mecha is cooler to me than Mechagodzilla. I have loved this one since I was a little kid reading out it in a little orange book from the school library.  Godzilla was my introduction to the world of Japanese fantastic cinema and Mechagodzilla my intro to giant robots. I owe him a ton for my current fandom and still think he’s the best giant robot ever made!

Stranded {Part 3}

Fandom: Marvel/Avengers

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Female Identifying)

Series: Stranded

Warning: N/A

Writer: @imaginesofeveryfandom aka @thequeenofthehobbits

Summary/Request: Merman Bucky AU: You find yourself stranded on a desert island no thanks to a stupid group of pirates…you happen to make a friend, however, who’s determined to show you how to survive.

Part 1 X, Part 2 X

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War is Love Part 2

I had a lot of love from the first part. Let me know if there should be a part 3 ;)

Harry watched you from perform from the sidelines, his hand absentmindedly running across his lips. He hated to see you here, only because he knew exactly how much pain he had caused you. It amazed him to even find you before him, singing your heart out and bringing a star struck fan up on stage to sing with you. He caught himself smiling at your love for them. It never failed, you always seemed to find the fan that knew all of your songs to bring them up on stage. 

You were always thinking of them and it was one of the many things he had fallen in love with you for. Another being able to get lost in your music or any for the matter. It was how you two were able to connect so easily. Both letting music bring you two closer. He watched as you twirled the fan around and linked arms with them, allowing them to sing the rest of the song while you took a selfie with them. 

Harry knew that once the song was over, you’d ask for their name and then upload it later. It was something you’ve always done from the first day you were given the stage. You were forever in debt to your fans and you made sure that you tried to give a little every time you performed. He shifted as you did exactly what he expected you to do. 

He wasn’t sure if you had seen him and if you had, you were doing a great job at ignoring him because had he been the one on stage, he wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes off of you. Harry froze as you turned just in time for that thought to ran across his mind. Your eyes glimmered over him for just a moment as you accepted the guitar a stage member handed you. 

 Turning your full attention back towards the crowd, you climbed up on the stool. “You guys have been wonderful,” strumming a few chords to get your fingers warm, you sighed, “I’m more than happy with you guys being my first crowd in over a year.” Looking down at your hands, you tried to settle your increased heart rate from finally acknowledging his presence. Taking a deep breath, you smiled and looked into the excited eyes of the crowd who cheered. “I’ve got a present for you beautiful, beautiful people.” Swaying a little against the wind that picked up, “This is a song that won’t be available for a few more weeks-” screams and cheers filled the outdoor stadium. You sucked in air, wincing at the ear piercing sounds bouncing around. Laughing, “It’s the first and only full song that I’ve recorded in a year so I hope you guys enjoy it. It hits close to home…" 

Harry swallowed hard, his jaw clenching as you began to sing. He knew your voice like the back of his hand. He mentored you into the sound it was and it killed him to hear the breaks you tried hard to prevent. You always had a habit of letting your voice break during the songs that you truly felt and that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. He couldn’t deny that your song sent chills down his body and it wasn’t just because of the words. You had kept your eyes closed the entire time, afraid that if you hadn’t, tears would be streaming down your face. This was the third time you had ever actually sang this song only because it hurt to much to sing it to yourself. 

"Here’s to the nights where I stood alone, to the nights I cried so hard I couldn’t breathe. I was never ready for you to leave. It was the hardest thing I’ll ever do, walking away while still loving you. And that doesn’t mean I wanted too, but I saw it coming. But that’s what happens when you let someone in, they destroy everything that could have been.” Humming a few notes, you opened your eyes slightly, feeling the tears build up inside. “If they asked me if I loved him, I would I say I do because no one gives the people they don’t love the power to destroy you.” Humming again, you took a deep breath and finished out your strum, “I was never ready for you to leave." 

You could feel the tear slid down your cheek but it was a bit relieving. It felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulder. Hopping down off the stool with the guitar in one hand, you waved and blew the crowd kisses. They chanted and screamed your name, and at the moment, you were sure that they had loved the song just as much as you wanted them to. "I love you! Keep this beautiful energy up with the others. Goodnight, San Diego!" 

 Harry felt tense all over, his body was like lead as he looked around him to see if anyone was looking for his reaction. The muscles in his face tightened and strained against each other as he ducked around the corner. His strides were long and quick as he reached his dressing room for the evening. Closing the door shut behind him, he knocked down the rack that held clothing options for the night. Harry knew what he had done to you was wrong and he regretted his drunken decision the moment in happened. It was as if all the alcohol had dissipated the second the flash went off and captured that moment for the rest of his life. He ran both hands through his hair. 

Harry was angry not because you had written a song about him but because it wasn’t rage filled or sassy in any way. He expected you to own him but instead you took the harder way out and expressed how you deeply felt about the situation. He would rather you have sang about how he sometimes failed to entertain in bed even though you both knew it would be a complete lie. Just something other than a song that reminded him just how much he fucked up. 

All he wanted was to hold you tight and whisper promises he would die trying to keep. Never would he look at another girl again, never would he let alcohol consume him and convince him to do things he shouldn’t do. He still loved you. Hell, he never stopped loving you. You were his everything and more. He had just fallen victim to a weak moment and he knew you would never forgive him for it and Harry wouldn’t want you to. But, damn, that song filled him with anger.  

Harry wanted you to hate him because if you did, the tour would be easier to manage than to know that you still loved him and he was the douchebag that broke your heart. 

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 Part three? Yay? Nay? 
 Spam me with reasons <3 ;)

As stoic as Lord Shaxx undoubtedly is in the face of a crisis, I’d be remiss if I didn’t consider how the siege of the Last City effected him. That was his home for a very long time, after all. He couldn’t possibly shrug it off. 

Grief? Sure. He’s not a machine, I’ve no doubt he felt grief. But he didn’t wallow in it. There wasn’t time for that as he guided the citizens under his charge to safety. Even with his dead Ghost tucked in the crook of his arm, there was no time for grief. 

But, I can guarantee you Lord Shaxx was furious. Beneath the shock of it all, there was fury. He strikes me as a man who, despite how excited he gets during Crucible matches, is awfully quiet when he’s angry. His rage is the one that builds and builds beneath the surface; waiting to come tearing out when he sees those who pushed him.

The fury of someone who’s home was taken, I feel, is something the Cabal greatly underestimate. 

plans || thomas (the maze runner series)

word count: 2118

warnings: none

prompt: “do you ever think about us, what our future will be like, our memories?”

author’s note: this has been posted before on my old blog, but this is my imagine. so repost! also there is some austin mahone lyrics in here ;)

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I can't lose you.

Requested by Crazysurvival: Elijah and the reader (who is human) have been together for a while, they go out and she is attacked and Elijah turns her to save her. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡Warnings: Smutty toward the end. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡Story start : “Are you almost done my dear?” Elijah asked taking a few steps behind his lovely Y/N. They finally had a night to themselves, he was taking her out to dinner and a show. She had a spring dress on with flats, wearing a golden necklace he had given her on their 2 year anniversary. Tonight was their 5th. She looked at him through the mirror smiling. Her E/C orbs filled with such adoration for him, it made his heart melt. What ever had he done to deserve her, he didn’t know, but he gave thanks everyday for her. She made him feel human, vulnerable in a good way and so loved. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡She knew of his past, all of the things he kept hidden. She did not fear him nor judge him. In the beginning he pushed her away not wanting to let her in. Until one day she just kissed him and they walls he worked a thousand years to build cracked an opening for her to come in. As he now five years into their relationship looking at her,still felt a great and powerful love for her. He met her quite young, she was 18 when they first met now she was 23. She kept her age to herself not wanting anyone to judge him for being with someone so young. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡"Almost, this one earring is giving me a hard time.“ Her voice came out so smoothly, it drove him to want to do things…naughty things, but he would have to wait until later. She finally got the stubborn earring on and she turned to him. She wore her winged eyeliner and a natural shade of lipstick. Her sundress was purple she wore golden flats that went with her golden jewelry. She was the kind of girl who to everyone else was innocent and some would call it modest in her clothing choices but she was very different behind closed doors alone with Elijah. She was the saying ‘a lady in public but a freak in private’ and Elijah had no complaints what’s so ever. He was never one to police or controlling when it comes to how his woman dressed, as long as he was the only one to undress her. And how much he really wanted to undress her now. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡"Elijah?” She asked placing her soft hand on his cheek. He snapped out of his fantasy and smiled at her. “Sorry was deep in thought.” He kissed her forehead. “You look absolutely breathtaking…” he said getting her jacket for her. She stopped him. “I don’t need it.” She said holding his hand. “It might get colder as the night goes on Y/N.” He replied kissing her hand. “Well that’s why I have a personal body heater as my date tonight.” She said with a small chuckle. “Is that all I’m good for?” He replied kissing her cheek now. She sighed into his kisses. Boy, this man was a romantic. “No, you’re an amazing cook aswell.” She teased. He let out a laugh that would make any girl drop her underwear but she took a deep breath. “Shall we?” She asked “Yes we shall.” He replied leading her out their apartment/loft. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡Dinner was amazing and the show was great. They left their home about 8pm and were now walking back to the car, 1am. Y/N couldn’t help but feel strange. She felt as if she and Elijah were being followed. She felt as if she was in danger, she can’t say the same for Elijah because he was an original vampire. She was a human, which never bothered her until now, she tightened her grip of Elijah’s hand. Her stomach was doing flips, she wanted to vomit that’s how intense this feeling was. Elijah stopped walking and looked at his love. “Y/N, you’re shaking, what’s the wrong? ” he said cupping her cheek with his free hand. “We aren’t alone…” she whispered, he was about to say they were until a group a five vampires were now surrounding them,how she sensed them before him he didn’t know, he did drink a lot this evening. They weren’t from here he assumed. “Now gentlemen, how can we help you this lovely night?” Elijah asked annoyed but he kept his charm present. Y/N now had his arm around her shoulders and held herself against the side of Elijah’s body. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡Five vampires were easy to take on for Elijah but with Y/N with him he had to make sure none of these guys had tricks up their sleeves. One of the vampires spoke up “We want the girl…” his eyes were filled with hunger. “Sorry to disappoint gentlemen, but the girl is mine and is off limits” Elijah said breaking one of the vampires arm, that one tried to grab his girlfriend from behind, the vampire hissed holding his arm snapping it back into place. “Do you know who I am?” Elijah asked his eyes changing. Y/N held on to Elijah tighter. When none of them answered. “I’m Elijah Mikaelson, you can not beat me.” He answered for them. Just then a woman appeared behind the group of vampires and waved her hand causing Elijah to be thrown to the other side of the street they were standing on. Y/N screamed in horror as she tried to run to him. But the vampires grabbed her. All she could remember was seeing Elijah snapping the witch’s neck before Y/N was screaming from the pain from being bitten into. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡After Elijah finished ripping the heart of the last vampire, he saw her. Her body was laying lifeless on the floor. He could still hear her heart beating but it was fading, and fast. He was at her side just then lifting her head and laying it on his lap trying not to cause her anymore pain. “Y/N, I’m so sorry…” Elijah said brushing her hair away from her face, he was blaming himself. If he didn’t love her she wouldn’t be a target. He thought he was so selfish being with her. He won’t let her die, he didn’t want to lose her, he couldn’t lose her. He took a breath as his tears rolled down his face. He craddled her in his arms. He then bit into his wrist and put it to her mouth. “Drink…please…Y/N, my love drink…” he said trying to hold back his sob. When she didn’t his heart broke. “Please, I can’t lose you…baby please…” Elijah begged, the only time he called her baby was when they were alone, it made her go crazy, she loved it. She let out a hum, it was so weak. She didn’t have the strength to suck on his wrist, so she weakly licked it. He squeezed his fist so more blood could pour into her mouth. She was covered in her own blood, dressed was ripped, shoes gone and tossed to the side from when the vampires attacked her. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡He was relieved to hear her heart beating more strongly. And he felt a sting of guilt for what he was going to do. He most his wrist from her. He kissed her forehead, and all that was heard was a sickening snap. Her body was lifeless once again. He stood up with her body in his arms. His phone was ringing and with one arm he picked it up holding it to his ear using his shoulder as he continued to hold Y/N body bridal style. “Niklaus this is not th-” Elijah said weakly into the phone. “Where are you? I’m coming to get you and Y/N.” Klaus said concerned. Just then Elijah heard Klaus’ car drive up. And Rebekah jumping out of the car and Niklaus following. Rebekah’s eyes widened at the scene before her the vampire and the witch all dead,but Rebekah’s eyes started to water as she saw Elijah holding his beloved’s body in his arms she walked up to her brother cupping Y/N’s now cold face. She said nothing but tears were fallings. Klaus was silent. He was hurting though. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡"She will come back…“ Elijah said. Both his siblings looked at him relieved sighs come from them. "Let’s take her home…” Klaus said opening his car for Elijah to lay Y/N down. The car ride seemed so long. No one spoke. Elijah was staring down at Y/N, smoothing her hair back. Klaus finally spoke “out of town vampires wanted her dead to hurt us, whatever blood they did not drain from her, the witches were going to use for some spell…” Klaus said as he drove glancing at thet rear veiw mirror at his brother. Elijah’s eyes were puffy from silent tears. “We don’t know what kind of spell.” Rebekah added. “Since the order was not to kill her yet, it gave you the opening you needed to change her…” Rebekah finished turning her body to look at her older brother. “It’s still my fault…I..” Elijah started but Klaus interrupted “It isn’t, do not blame yourself. Y/N wouldn’t want you to…” the car stopped, they were back at Elijah’s and Y/N’s place. “Kol is picking up your car, he should be behind us.” Klaus informed Elijah. All of them getting out of the car, Kol right on time just parked. Getting Y/N’s body inside. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡Rebekah cleaned and changed Y/N’s clothes. Rebekah took Y/N’s jewelry off and handed it to Kol so he could clean the blood off. Klaus was unpacking blood bags from his care for once Y/N woke up in her transition. Elijah was changed and sitting in his chair beside their bed, drinking scotch. Did he make the right decision? He didn’t ask her if she ever wanted to become a vampire. Would she hate him? His heart began to pound. What if she decided not to go through the transition? He would end up losing her anyway. “Brother, calm yourself, everything will be alright…” Rebekah said laying a hand on his shoulder. He held her hand taking a final gulp of his drink. He kissed his sister’s hand. She wrapped her arms around him hugging him. She pulled away when they both heard a loud gasp and Y/N sitting up. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡Y/N looked around panicking, everything was louder brighter and her teeth were hurting her. Elijah now sat on the bed cupping her face making her look at him. “Love, it’s okay, I’m here…you’re safe..” he cooed kissing her forehead. She didn’t relax, there was a lamp in the room causing a loud buzzing sound in her ear. It was hurting her. Rebekah sawn this and turned the lamp off. It was now sun rise. Rebekah forgetting Y/N was in transition opened the curtains “Rebekah!” Elijah shouted as Y/N groaned as her eyes burned she held on to Elijah’s shirt. “Sorry! I forgot.” She said closing the curtains again. “What’s happening to me?” Y/N groaned putting her face into Elijah’s chest. Elijah wrapped his arms around her. Scared to answer her Klaus walked in with a blood bag. “You joined the vampire club!” he said cheerfully. Holding the bag up, Y/N eyes started to attempt to change and she cried out holding her face looking away from the blood bag. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡Kol walked in at the sound of her pained cries. “You have to finish the transition, if not you’re going to die.” He explained. “She knows the process brother.” Elijah said rubbing small circles on her back. Y/N remembered the attack and drinking Elijah’s blood. She looked up at Elijah, she wanted to be turned in a more romantic setting. But she couldn’t be angry at him. They never spoke about her changing in the 5 years they had been together. He didn’t want to force her, she didn’t want it to seem that was the only reason she was with him because it wasn’t the thought of her changing came to her mind the year before. Her head was pounding. Kol took the bag from Klaus and poked a straw into it and handed it to Elijah. Y/N stared at the bag, her eyes changing. But she blushed because everyone was staring at her. Klaus let out a laugh noticing the blush. “We shall go home so you two can have this moment together.” Klaus said grabbing his two younger siblings and walking out. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡Elijah held the straw to her lips. “What if I don’t like it?” She asked in a cute tone. She didn’t mean to come out cute but whenever she was trying something new her voice became like that. “You will.” Elijah smiled. “But what if I don’t?” She asked almost bratty. “If you don’t, though you will, I can always mix it with something.” Elijah replied putting the staw into her mouth. She took a sip, then a sip turned into the whole bag being emptied. “Told you so.” Elijah said amused. Putting the bag on his chair. “Elijah…?” She asked a bright blush on her face. “What’s wrong?” Elijah asked concerned. “Why am I so horny?” She asked embarrassed. She didn’t look at his face. “Its horny on steroids…” she added in a whispered. Her core was on fire. He noticed her hips wiggling. He laughed, she was cute. He lifted her face and kissed her lips. “Now you know how I feel when I’m around you…” he said putting her on her back getting ontop of her. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡"Your emtions are a lot more intense,and being aroused almost all the time is one downside, sometimes.“ Elijah explained kissing her neck. "Sometimes?” She sighed “It can be a downside when you have no one to help release your desires and needs…” Elijah said now pulling her shirt over her head kissing the new exposed skin of her breast. She mewed when he pulled her bra away from her kissing her nipple. “Elijah…don’t tease me…” she begged. She needed him inside her now. She wanted no foreplay she just wanted him to take her. He smiled and chuckled at her needy behavior. He used his vamp speed to undress himself. He was indeed hard, he wasn’t kidding about being horny all the time. Especially she brought that out in him, he could control it most of the time,but not around her. He removed her night shorts and panties and entered her causing her to moan and arch her back toward him. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡His thrusts now held nothing back. When she was human he made sure his thrusts weren’t hurting her. But now since she’s a vampire especially a new one, he didn’t have to worry about him getting too rough. She cried out when he thrusted into her gspot. She clawed his back, causing him to groan. “Elijah…” she moaned his name, she loved how he felt inside her. She looked down at their bodies. Elijah was long and thick, really thick. She moaned and bit her lip as she saw his cock disappearing inside her. Elijah saw her eyes watch them being one. “Like what you see?” He purred bucking his hips powerfully causing her to almost scream in pleasure. He was getting close. She was becoming tighter. Kissing her lips he hit her gspot headon not letting her lips leave his as she came. Thrusting a few more times before he became undone. They were both panting. He slid out of her laying beside her. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡After about an hour of laying together in nice silence, Y/N spoke. “Thank you…Elijah. You saved my life, and gave me a new one.” She said now laying to face him. “It is still my fault…if you weren’t mine, you wouldn’t have been in danger…” Elijah said cupping her cheek. “Elijah, I know what I signed up for. And if I could go back, I would kiss you again that day, over and over again.” Y/N smiled. “It’s actually my fault, I was so determined and stubborn to have you I attacked your lips that day 5 years ago.” She shrugged “You were trying so hard to push me away years ago, well now you definitely can’t get rid of me.” She said kissing his cheek. “So you’re not angry with me?” Elijah asked. “No, you have done nothing but loved me Elijah, it’s not a crime.” Elijah kissed her passionately at her response. She kissed back melting into his kiss. When he pulled away she pouted. “And to prove to you I’m not angry” Y/N said getting up to straddle him. His eyes darkened and he grew hard again, his member was now poking at her entrance. She lowered herself ontop him whimpering as he filled her again. He groaned out “….babe…” she seductively smiled grinding herself on him he growled gripping her hips. “I wanna show you how grateful I am to you Elijah…” she said kissing his lips. “Happy anniversary…” she added. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡~FIN~ A /N: The Gif is not mine, and sorry if it wasn’t the best. And Please if you would like to request anything, please inbox me telling me what you want and I shall try to make your fangirl wishes come true! And it took me a while to come up with something for this request because first I had to fantasize about it first, see if it made sense before I wrote it down, wrote it down and now its here! Sooo hope you enjoyed! & thank you so much for the request! Keep them coming! Xoxo

Originally posted by secretgif-s

your fingertips burn firebright

[For @sassyfirealchemist <3. Also on AO3.]

Roy doesn’t allow himself to touch Ed. Not the most innocent of hugs that he knows Ed will occasionally give out to the rest of the team, not the formality of a handshake unless it’s through the safety of thin cotton gloves. 

If Ed’s gaze is enough to be branding, then his touch will incinerate him. 


The first time, it is the height of summer. Sleeves are rolled up, and the team is sitting at some bar or another. Roy honestly cannot remember, except for the details pertaining to the way that the bare skin of Ed’s arm nudges his as they sit side by side, laughter bright rain amongst a halo of gold, and Roy lets himself indulge in the warmth just this once. After all, he can simply pretend it is the summer sun, and that everything in his heart that he had long denied is just as fleeting. 

The second time, it’s Roy’s fingers gripping Ed’s wrist. “Do not be so reckless,” he hisses, because Ed returned bruised and bloodied and battered, and does he think for a moment that Roy didn’t feel that pain? That rage doesn’t snap and scorch like a forest fire, rampant and wild at the thought of Ed hurting once more?

Apparently not, because his touch is gentle when he rests his hand on top of Roy’s. "I know,” he says, as though he truly does. “I’ll be more careful.” And his promise thaws the cold fear. 

The third time, Roy is lost. Roy is hopeless, helpless, drowning in the poison he uses to ward off stress and anxious shadows, which only come back ten-fold when he reflects on how pathetic he is. The third time, Ed’s hands are rough as they haul him from where he’s slumped in his office chair, drag him to the couch, and throw a soft blanket over his shoulders. “Sleep, Mustang,” is what Roy slips away to, with the words try not to think any less of me tying up his tongue, and Ed’s fingers across his cheek the only warmth that he can feel in the dark. 

The fourth, it’s right before the election. Ed presses his lips quickly to Roy’s. “For luck,” he mumbles, before he rushes off to get lost in the crowd of Roy’s supporters, as though he didn’t just set fire to all the foundations that Roy had ever laid. As though he hadn’t reduced every last vestige of Roy’s willpower to ashes, poured gasoline over every assumption that Roy had had about the world and where he stood in relation to Edward Elric. 

Inviting Roy to strike the match.  

The fifth is mere hours later. Mere hours, and the people have voted, and they have chosen Roy. Now, now standing in front of an apartment door the colour of a clear spring sky, Roy hopes that he will be one last person’s choice. He knocks, the door open, and his breath flies away as it always does when he sees Ed: brave, intelligent, and so damn beautiful. 

“There’s someone who I love very deeply,” he blurts. “Someone who I really admire, and who I’d be hoping to build something with. But…” He hesitates, but then he sees the hopeful light in Ed’s eyes, and steels himself. “But I was afraid to tell him for so long. And now I think I may have the courage, though it’s terrifying.” Trembling, smiling softly, helplessly, he lifts one hand to cup Ed’s cheek. “You last good luck charm seemed to work quite well. Do you think you might be able to wish me luck with this task as well?” 

Ed’s smile is like spring come to bloom. 

When Ed meets him breath for breath and heart for heart, Roy lets the fire burn high.  

anonymous asked:

Hello! So I am absolutely terrible at arguing, but my OC is not supposed to be. He is way more persuasive and clever than I am, and he can easily win a debate, so how can I RP someone who is far above my level? I'm afraid of writing weak arguments that will make him look stupid.

It’s actually really easy to be good at arguments and debates, especially if you’re in an rp setting and can make shit up. :D Here are some personal tips from me on how to construct an argument. Remember the PEA! Point, evidence, analysis. Before constructing any argument, try to know what your point is. Try to write a topic sentence, as concise as possible, like “The Avengers will kick the X-Men ass in a battle located in New York City”. Evidence! Try to have at least three pieces of evidence possible in order to back up your point, and always analyze this evidence afterwards. “Because The Avengers have Captain America” Evidence! “Who really has a nice ass and no one can beat his ass cause he has the best one, duh!” Analysis! “Because Wolverine will totally help the Avengers. As seen in graphic novel blah blah blah, Wolverine’s loyalty lies with the Avengers and not with the X-Men.” That’s basically how I would do it in any sort of essay writing slash pseudo debate scenario. 

Here are some links to help you with constructing arguments:

Depending on how you want to play your character, there are a lot of ways to be persuasive. Your character can be more intellectual, coming up with good points to persuade someone to do good. Or, your character can be cunning and achieve it through subtle psychological hints and body language. For example, if you’re drinking with someone, every time that person laugh, by taking a drink you can make them associate the happy and free feeling of being drunk with you. So they naturally listen to you more. Obviously, that’s really sneaky, so it’s up to your character traits on whether that would be included. All persuasive characters have one thing in common and that’s confidence. So as the writer, you have to be confident in what your character’s motivations are. Be sure that you know why your character is persuading someone to do as such. Is it because they always want to be right? Or, is it because they are more manipulative?

Here are some links to help:

And for playing someone more clever than you are, google helps. Really. I’m currently playing an electrical engineer and I have no idea how to even begin. But it’s always about the research. When a specific topic comes up like, building a tiny robot camera, I google how to build a robot camera. It’s legitimately all I do for every character. When I roleplay Hawkeye, I think I had thirty tabs open at one point telling me how to shoot an arrow and how to calculate wind direction affecting said arrow. So you know, bullshit a little bit, and google a little bit. Throw really long words at your roleplayer and it’s all good. 

Here are some links:

Hope that helps!

As much as i love this game, this community is on every possible level one of the most irredeemable abusive shitholes I’ve ever had the infinite misfortune of being forced to share space with. There’s so much horribly wrong with everyone’s heads here that i don’t know where to start and if i tried to type it all out i would eventually find out whether or not this text box has a character limit. It is with full confidence that i can say that this community, and by extension tumblr, is absolutely the political spectrum opposite’s clone of 4chan. Possibly even worse in some ways. This community’s habit of witchhunting and dogpiling pure venom on anyone who so much as blinks in a way considered too different from the majority is disgusting even by human standards.

Every single person I’ve ever met on here was either an absolute scummy prick scammer(most of these turn out to be in plague and light, looking at you IA), a walking tumblr SJW stereotype who makes a thread every time their cat yawns(most of these turn out to be in shadow, arcane, light, and wind, prone to making posts to complain about phobias whenever something new is released), an impressively out-of-touch greedy airhead who puts way too many smileys on everything(most of these turn out to be in light and occasionally earth, especially prone to “no one ever gets dom because they’re just not trying at all lol git gud” mentality), a spoiled 9 year old with 0 reading comprehension who vanishes into the aether after two days of playing(evenly spread), someone who acts like a spoiled 9 year old with 0 reading comprehension to get free shit on the forums(evenly spread but a lot move to shadow, likely to be an older player’s alt), a walking collection of pink heart emojis and glitter who screams about cultural appropriation every time they get a turban popping out of a chest and doesn’t think that there’s any difference between “criticizing art” or “Saying you like this art better” and “viciously attacking this POOR DEVELOPING ARTIST CHILD’S FEELINGS YOU HORRIBLE HEARTLESS DOUCHEBAG”(evenly spread but tend to jump between arcane, light, water, wind, and nature, most likely to have an OCD breakdown whenever the official art on something is updated), an incredibly devoted nature user with vegan stuff and possibly bible quotes all over their profile proudly proclaiming that their dragons are vegan too and carnivore breeds can just go fuck themselves and starve and probably had a goddamned moral meltdown where they threatened to call peta when someone exalted their fodder hatchling(mostly nature, rarely light or water, likely to have a hatchery with a whole novel worth of anti-exalt rules bolded in red at the top), a just flat out asshole who thinks they’re being cool by snarking at and threatening anyone who tries to have a civil conversation with them and then playing the victim(mostly plague and fire, sometimes light, second most likely to have an ocd meltdown when old art is changed, most likely to spite exalt just for fun, just as likely as the scammer type mentioned above to falsely report someone and gloat at them for the lulz), an utter recluse who’s been on since 2013, has a 2 page lair of all basic dragons with no apparel, and probably thinks that “Forum” is a kind of sandwich, the lucky bastards(surprisingly common in lightning and to some degree in fire and nature, also seen a few in wind), or some unholy crossbreed of the above.

I assume that just by statistical probability alone there must have at some point been at least one half decent person and/or actually mature adult on this entire forsaken website, but ya know what if i meet them i’ll let ya know. Best i can tell? Everyone with a scrap of sanity in their skulls has been driven off entirely or at least partially assimilated into one of the categories above by now. Same as every other petsite that has ever existed. It’s awful. Unbearable. Taking one look at any part of this site where you can input text gives me a sickening feeling of being in some twisted nightmare dimension where everything is assbackwards and the halls are covered in glitter and stars.

And dom? Oh god, don’t get me started on that. Sports team culture? Fused with a hint of racism/nationalism for extra flavor? That’s nearly impossible to build up the manpower and money to win without having the bonuses from having already won?(And don’t start me on that “oh it’s just pennies” bullshit, pennies build up fast any you know it. If someone can sell an item for a profit of one gem and the person next to them can sell it for a profit of one and a half because they get a discount buying it in the first place, sure it’s not a big difference, but if they sell exactly the same amount of items then by the end the second person will still have made significantly more profit than the first. And then when the next round comes? That extra money can buy extra fodder and lair space for extra dom push, which means not only that they are far more likely to win and have an easier time doing so but also that when it’s over they’ll be able to buy even more items than the first person to resell for profit, and still likely save money from that dom discount. And this is just what happens with the “pennies” bonus of one single dom round.)Was this faction discrimination-riddled cesspool not toxic enough already? I legitimately can’t think of a game addition that could possibly have been worse for this record-breakingly immature bully culture than some goddamned dragon-themed imitation of sports team rivalry fused with a global cold war and a touch of monopoly.

(Also inb4 someone in the comments says something like “i think the problem is really with YOU if everyone you meet is bad” or “i think YOU’RE one of the rotten ones” or “lmao if you hate it so much leave” or “someone’s salty because ______ didn’t happen to them” or “SJW? i bet you’re the type who thinks racism doesn’t exist/911 was a conspiracy/immigrants are stealing our jobs/barney the dinosaur is going to bring the nuclear apocalypse/ect too” or “You’re not perfect/you don’t sound like such a nice person either” some such thing. I never claimed to be perfect bruh, or even good. The only thing I’m claiming to be is pissed off.)

It’s not like i can “just leave if i hate it that much” either. Have you ever actually seen a good dragon petsite beyond FR? I’ve looked. THEY DON’T FUCKING EXIST. FR DOMINATES THE MARKET ENTIRELY. THERE IS LITERALLY NO SIGNIFICANT COMPETITION WHATSOEVER. THERE. IS. NOWHERE. ELSE. TO. GO. And there will likely NEVER be anywhere else to go, because petsites tend to be the sort of market along MMO lines where there’s only room for one successful title at a time. If i want to play with dragons at all, this is my only possible option. And i don’t believe for one second that if a decent competitor site ever managed to exist that it wouldn’t immediately be overrun by the same types of people that are ruining everything here. There’s so, so much more that pisses me off but the pure rage and disappointment bathing my brain right now is fucking with my ability to think straight enough to list it.

I love this game, and i don’t want to stop playing it, but my tolerance for it’s player’s shit is holding on by a thread. I’ve been drowning in so many assholes with not one genuinely decent person in sight for so long, and I’m starting to think they either all fled, assimilated, or went into hiding. Are there really any good people on here? Please tell me there are and they’re just buried under everyone else. I just want there to be some glimmer of hope that this community isn’t an entirely lost cause, but I’ve found no evidence of such a thing. By all my observations it only becomes more toxic and abusive by the day and that doesn’t look like it will ever change. I’m nice to people, I’ve never been involved in any drama, i always complete my business transactions quickly and politely, yet all i ever get in return is snarky fake smiles, manipulation, scams, and flat-out dickishness, and when i look around at others i see more of the same happening to and being perpetuated by them aswell.

Please help me I’m trapped in this glittery insane asylum hell of backstabbing and toxic clique culture and all i have with me is a book full of stamps shaped like dragons and an increasing sense of general misanthropy

Please tell me that nice people really exist here even the fucking people I’m related to that play this game are all textbook “smiley fake sweet ‘git gud lol’ airhead” types

*SCREECHES IN ENDLESS AGONY*

For a film that’s been in development hell for a decade or so you’d never know because IT is the real deal. Far too often most Stephen King stories seem to fall short when adapted for cinema (Stand By Me and Frank Darabont are the only ones who truly seem to “get” what his stories are and never sacrifice tone or feeling when translating to the visual medium) . IT not only completely captures the essence of the source material but gets the honor treatment while delivering the greatest group of kids we’ve seen since Super 8 (I’ll always love Super 8, I don’t care if you don’t).

The film centers around a group of teenage outcasts in 1988: Bill, a kid with a stutter still dealing with the disappearance of his younger brother Georgie;  Richie, the jokester; Ben, the fat kid; Stanley, the son of a rabbi; Eddie, a mama’s boy taking loads of medication; and Mike, a home-schooled black kid. Together they all make up the Losers’ Club. The boys also bring in Beverly, a female from their class with a rough home life (that’s putting it kindly…which it isn’t) into the club. As local kids begin to go missing, Bill believes it ties into his brother’s disappearance and convinces his friends to help him investigate the history of the town and the sewer system that runs throughout it which of course leads to the discovery of the entity taking the form of a clown called Pennywise

Set in the 1980′s the film is beautifully shot while bringing out some of the nostalgia that Steven Spielberg and others captured/crafted (kids riding around town on their bike’s solving a mystery will always be my favorite thing in this world) while being a bit less in your face about it than Stranger Things currently is (don’t take this as a Stranger Things knock because I love it…but you know it). There are plenty of 80′s references to be had (New Kids On The Block, AIDS, Molly Ringwald, Arcades, etc…) but they are less slamming you over the head with a sledgehammer which makes this feel more timeless/timely. 

The kids are the most impressive aspect of this film. It’s truly an ensemble cast with each kid getting a fully developed character and ample time to shine. They are all unique, individual and have a real friendship that consists of insults, swearing (the kids say “fuck” constantly the entire film and I adore it for this fact) and one-upping each other whenever possible. It all feels completely natural which is one of the toughest things to pull off. They also really dive deep into the coming-of-age aspects of being a young teen and that in-and-of itself is a great thing to watch unfold (the awkwardness of adolescence has never been more front-and-center in a really genuine/impactful way). 

Now we come to Pennywise. Bill Skarsgard is really good here. His voice is a bit of a chore to get through but luckily he’s not monologuing all that much (aside from a couple key moments). He’s creepy and watching him mess with his victims is pretty fun. He’s scary looking but this leads me into my only real gripe with the film…

IT really isn’t all that scary. Sure, there are scares but it never gets to the level you’d expect it to. The jump scares don’t work the way I believe they thought they would and I really can’t figure out why. Both Conjuring 2 and Lights Out were waaaaaaaay more effective in invoking genuine fear and uneasiness while watching them. This is honestly like “can we get back to the kids now”. The character moments are better than the scares. 

At 135 minutes it’s a tad too long (but every movie today is). It does fly by pretty quickly until the 3rd act where it takes a bit too much time to get them back into the sewers which plays Beverly as a damsel-in-distress and I’m not too keen on this aspect (but it’s better than the novel ending I suppose - or at least it’s a filmable ending). You know what though? I’m letting it slide because of how great everything else is. IT simply works. Stand By Me, The Shawshank Redemption, IT. In that order for me in terms of adapting King. I can’t wait for Chapter 2 and seeing The Losers’ Club as adults (hopefully they’ll get dream casting with how much money this one made) and if they can learn how to build up the horror moments (someone should talk to James Wan) we’ll have something truly special. Come for the clown, stay for the teenaged angst and friendship. 

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Thank you to each and every one of you who participated in my writing challenge. These are some really amazing fics and I love the creativity that was utilized to add the prompts into your fics. Thank you all for helping me to celebrate 200 followers. 

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