still not sure about that punctuation

Where She Went (Part 2)


pairing: daveed diggs x reader

summary: daveed and reader were high school sweethearts who had a bad breakup, fate (and a well-timed cello concert) brought them together in NYC. they had a lot of catching up to do.

warnings: swearing, mentions of car wrecks and death, smut at the end because i’m still me after all.

word count: 6,459

a/n: ayyy it’s day five of the @hamwriters write-a-thon which is reverse POV day. this is a continuation of my lit day fic, linked at the top of this post, and i can’t tell u how to live ur life but it really would make more sense if you read that first. love u!!!!!!!! hope it was worth the wait!!!!!!!!!!!! 

“Daveed,” you breathe. “Hi- I, um…I hadn’t really figured you’d come backstage.”

Daveed shifts uncomfortably, looking around the room.

“Yeah, well…I almost didn’t,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck.

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okay but Danielle is probably missing such weird chunks of knowledge like Vlad taught her how to speak and read and probably write and he taught her enough social skills to be useful to his plans but there would be so many things she hasn’t learned and she soaks up random shit like a sponge so

she could tell you everything there is to know about ants because she watched this David Attenborough special last night and did you know some ants can jump like there’s this species from Tasmania- but if you ask her what clouds are made of she’ll be like, I dunno, marshmallows?

and she could tell you every detail about her ghost core and what elements are found in ectoplasm but if you ask her to name any human organs she’ll basically stop at ‘brain, heart and stomach’ like what’s a liver?

and the first time she gets her period she has no idea what’s happening and it’s like that scene from Carrie, she thinks she’s dying, she’s on Valerie’s bathroom floor crying her eyes out begging her to call Danny because she thinks her human form is destabilising and doesn’t know what to do or how to fix it

and she has no concept of matching colours or what foods go with what so she’ll eat cereal with orange juice because they’re out of milk and I mean it’s the only other liquid in the fridge and it’s tastier than water, and she’ll wear the most garish mismatching clothes and not understand why people are giving her strange looks

she also uses a lot of words she doesn’t understand and pronounces things wrong a lot because she’s only read them in books and never heard it out loud, but the girl can pick up a new language like a pro, she can speak Cantonese and Swahili as well as she can speak english and nobody really knows where she learnt them and she can ask for the bathroom in like twelve other languages, she just picks shit up from her travels

she thinks the moon is the size of a coin and asks why nobody has ever just, plucked it out of the sky and Danny is just, HORRIFIED and six hours later Danielle knows everything Danny knows about space and she still doesn’t understand where trees come from

and she has the most impeccable manners but punctuates sentences with really bizarre swear words and phrases because she knows those words have power and makes people gasp but she’s not sure how to use them because nobody will tell her so if she wants to make a point she’ll lob a random swear at the end of a perfectly articulated sentence and think that’s just how it’s done

I just love the idea of this tiny chipper outlandishly dressed girl travelling the globe and talking to strangers on the street in whatever country she’s landed in this time, slipping in and out of three different languages, eating a hot dog with chocolate sauce drizzled on it and chatting in precise detail about how bees make honey and then asking where rain comes from like

she’s such a contradiction I love it

Days 22 and 23 of a 100 days of productivity

02.17.2016 - I failed my driving license exam for the second time (the exam is just stupid, only a few people can do it properly, the rest is too nervous to act normally, but after 20 hours training I feel like we all can perform those basic tasks, so…). Ugh! If I didn’t have to pay do try again I wouldn’t be so mad… Worked on a few future posts, let’s see where I can get, and spent sometime revising German (starting from the very beginning again, just to make sure everything is clear). As I’m on this German vibe… Ich weiß nicht, warum meine Kamera so werschwommen ist heute (why such a complicated word for blurry and that comma? German, why?). It seems like I’m still able to build up a sentence? I’m so happy for that! Except the punctuation, that never made any sense… 

Oh, what about yesterday? Finished studying Middle Age with a sassy mind map! Oops, I just love mind maps… 

shutter | ksj.

pairing: seokjin x reader 
↳genre: angst, fluff
↳warnings: swearing, preteen melodrama (hey you were in seventh grade once!)
↳word count: 6.6K

this is my entry for the kwritersnet april prompt challenge, and i used the prompts enemies to lovers (??? loosely) and photographer! au 

also i have nothing against chanyeol skdjfnskdj

The seventh grade; also known as the entire year that you wish you could erase entirely from your store of memories. It wasn’t just a year filled with pre pubescent awkwardness, obsessions with celebrities, and heart-fluttering crushes. Oh, no. You wouldn’t have minded if it was simply that, because while you did go through a quite cringe-worthy phase, every part of your preteen life pales in comparison to what you not-so-fondly refer to as the Kim Seokjin Incident.

Now you have to face your middle school enemy-turned-supermodel as the photographer for his latest shoot.

Is it too late to quit your job?

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Coffee Shop

Originally posted by bdland

Pairing: Calum & Y/N 

Words: 3.5k+

Warning: NSFW 

writer!calum makes me feel emotional ok | Tell me if you like it please! xx


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Imagine secretly kissing Sam in the library because you’re worried about Dean finding out about the two of you.

Author’s Note: So while I was on hiatus it was a friend of mine’s birthday and she asked that I write this for her! Reader is nervous and worried about kissing Sam around the bunker because she doesn’t want Dean to find out. It’s just a short cute/fluffy fic to kick off my return. It’s also for the requested Dom!Sam I got. I don’t write smut but this is a nice little taste of (very light) Dom!Sam sexy fluff for you. Warnings: Sam’s a little pushy, nothing else I can think of.

Happy Birthday Sarah! <3 Your favorite things, Sam and libraries (:

“Sam!” I giggled as a strong hand dragged me through the hallway by my own. “What are you doing?” I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face, not when I could see that he was grinning ear to ear as he pulled me around the sharp corner and into a side room. His sudden stop sent me colliding into his chest, but it was clearly intentional. He took advantage of his position over me to bury his head in my shoulder. Shaggy hair tickled my cheek as he nestled into me like a attention-starved house cat. 

“I just want some time alone together…” The voice in my ear was needy and low, his hoarse whisper adding extra desperation. I bit my lip, hard. 

“Sam… we can’t…” My words came out weaker than I meant them to. “Dean’s still here.” The eldest Winchester had no idea about Sam and I, and we intended to keep it that way as long as possible. Hell, we weren’t even really sure what this was yet. Two large hands suddenly gripped my sides with a kneading force that made me squirm upwards. I heard a muffled chuckle from the man bent over me. 

“You don’t seem so sure about that…” My fidgeting was pulling the hem of my shirt higher with every movement, till his long fingertips just barely skimmed my skin. 

“Sam…?” I grasped at the plaid shirt in front of me and tried to ground myself in something other than the soft kisses over my pounding jugular. “What if he walks in…” I could feel him growl against my neck before he pulled away to look into my face. The lusty clouds in his eyes took my breath away. 

“Y/N. Stop. This place is huge, he’s not going to have any idea where we are.” I still sent a nervous glance towards the door and shifted from one leg to the other. Sam rolled his eyes and squeezed my hip lightly. “You are such a prude.” Thankfully I could make out the slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth and knew he wasn’t serious. I yelped as he hooked his pointer finger in one of my front belt-loops and yanked me forward. I came to rest just inches from his face. “You really should learn to live a little.” A shiver danced across my shoulder blades and heaved out my chest. As much as Dean liked to believe differently, he wasn’t really the “bad” Winchester, not by a long shot. Sam spent a moment staring into my eyes with flaring nostrils. The tension in his gaze was palatable; I could feel his hot panting on my own mouth. I struggled to find the right words to say, my knees nearly buckled with the lightness I felt fogging my head. 

“Sorry.” I breathed the statement against his lips with naive hesitation. After a moment I thought he would say nothing in response, but finally he grinned wide. He was both amused and enticed by my seeming innocence. His head shook from side to side before he took my hand in his again, lanky fingers covering mine with gentle ease. 

“Come on, I know where we can go.”


When we reached the room he referenced I recognized the maze of floor to ceiling shelves, each filled with countless books saved by the Men of Letters. I loved this room. In all the chaos of our lives, this place was safe and quiet. It smelled like warm wood and old pages. Maybe I loved it all the more because Sam could usually be found there, pouring mindlessly over research in his chair. The man leading me wrapped his arm around my back to usher me deeper into the layers of the library. We stopped abruptly under a section marked “Celtic in Origin.” I furrowed my eyebrows at Sam as he grew closer and closer to looming over me. I didn’t take long to realize what he was doing, because I soon felt the ridged spines of books pressing against my back. He continued to box me into the small space till he was a magazine’s width from my chest. 

“Is this private enough? Dean never goes into the library, too much reading.” I was about to mutter some retort about Dean not being completely illiterate when a gasp interrupted my sarcasm. Sam’s mouth was moving atop my own with hunger, his knuckles white on the shelves on either side of my head. His flexing arms caged me in his embrace. I tried to reach up to push against his chest, but two hands wrapped around my wrists and pressed them into place over my head. 

“You’ve got to stop being such a tease… This is what happens when you swat me away for so long.” He spoke his words roughly against my open mouth. I was melting into the shape of the bookshelf, my body limply held up by his grip on my wrists. I wasn’t sure if it was my imagination but I thought I could hear footsteps in the distance. My spine immediately stiffened and arched away from it’s confines. My attempt to break free did little more then press me tighter to Sam’s firm chest. I turned my head away from him in an attempt to free up my occupied mouth. 

“Sam… someone’s-” He attacked my neck with passionate veracity that cleared my mind of any thoughts I had been forming. 

“Shh… You’re so paranoid. Dean’s not going to know.” Sam was too occupied with the sloppy affection he was giving my collarbone to notice the sound I was hearing. At this point I was fairly passive about the footfalls growing louder in the distance; It was hard to focus on anything other than the man pulling my waist against his. The nervousness I had felt before was almost completely blotted out by desire when a loud voice split the heated air. 

“Sam? Y/N? Are you in here?” The dilated eyes staring into mine suddenly widened and stopped rolling around lazily. I could see the same panic in his pupils that I felt in my own chest. 

“Guys, what are you doing in here? I’ve been looking everywhere.” Sam was the first to move, his hands immediately pulling my shirt down forcefully to cover my exposed hips. I followed his course of action by combing back my ruffled hair and then his. 

“I can’t believe you two nerds, research off the clock?” Sam grunted a half-hearted reply as he peeled himself away from me and searched around for something, anything to busy himself with. His front was still wrinkled where I had clawed at the fabric of his top and his lips were reddened from their work. My mind suddenly returned to the hard bindings that were still poking into my back. I reached behind myself, retrieved a book, and opened it wide between the two of us. We had less than a second to pretend to be lost deep it’s pages as Dean rounded the edge of the shelf. I fought to keep my breathing steady, my eyes fixed on the random page we had landed on. 

“Guess I should have known I’d find you in here. What a bunch of losers.” Dean crossed his arms over his chest and leaned causally against the wooden structure at his side. My heart was racing under his scrutiny, guilt and flush heating my skin. 

“Got a call about that case in Kansas. Pack up your dictionaries and be ready to leave by tomorrow.” Sam responded by spouting off some excuse as to why he was pouring over a book about Banshees with me, and it really wasn’t a bad story considering the time he had to create it. He was a fairly good liar. I made a mental note to consider that in the future. Dean nodded with a straight face and shrugged his shoulders before turned to leave.

“Yeah, sounds interesting… although I’m sure the book would be easier to read if it wasn’t upside down…” His cocky voice was punctuated by him clearing his throat loudly as he exited the library. I could have died of embarrassment if Sam wasn’t still beside me, just as horrified as I was. His face was slowly losing its color as he looked down at the inverted page in our hands. Dean, on the other hand, was clearly amused as he called after us from the hallway.

“Have fun you two, but not too much fun.”

Icons of Change / Soft Power

‘Authenticity is the key to being a successful artist and to being iconic’ – Zayn Malik

WOULD ZAYN MALIK GIVE DRAKE A LAP DANCE? Wait, let me add some context: I’m sitting on a sofa with one of the biggest pop stars on the planet, discussing his ambition to work with the Hotline Bling rapper who has a fondness for grinding with his collaborators: Nicki Minaj and Rihanna to name a couple. Naturally, I wonder… Would Zayn go there? ‘I wouldn’t be able to,’ he says with a shy smile. ‘I’m just not that great of a dancer. Maybe I’ll get a stunt double.’

Of course I already know this 23 year old doesn’t dance. We all do. He famously almost bolted during The X Factor in 2010, when Simon Cowell demanded he join the rest of the male contestants in a choreographed routine. Despite the rebellion he stuck with it, and so began five hesitant years as part of the world’s most mercenary, chino-wearing pop group. More than 70??million record sales and 250?million YouTube views later, The Sunday Times 2014 Rich List calculated the band’s combined wealth to be over £70?million. Throughout this meteoric ascent, Zayn consistently looked uncomfortable.

Then, on 25 March 2015, everything changed when Zayn became the first to quit the band. In the ultimate contrarian move, he left behind guaranteed success, certain fortune and millions of adoring teen groupies to become, as he then tweeted, ‘a normal 22-year-old… out of the spotlight’.

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Fic: Please Say To Me

anon prompted: older!klaine and Blaine starts needing to grab Kurt’s hand for support when he stands up and Kurt is worried but in reality Blaine just wanted an excuse to hold hands with his husband

Obscenely fluffy, ~1340 words, PG.

Kurt only admitted it under duress, but he knew that at sixty years old (or nearly sixty, in Blaine’s case), he and Blaine were more likely to be called ‘silver foxes’ than ‘teenage heartthrobs’ by the media. It didn’t help that he had started plucking more and more gray hairs from his temples every evening as he and Blaine did their skincare routines, which were now more important than ever if they wanted to battle potentially unflattering wrinkles.

(Blaine, on the other hand, was pulling off the salt-and-pepper look like he’d invented it, the bastard.)

There were other signs of their advancing age, too, some easier to hide than others: Kurt had started wearing reading glasses whenever he was confronted with small text, picking a slim black pair that would hopefully make him look distinguished should the paps ever catch him wearing them, while Blaine was still vigorously denying that he would need a hearing aid soon, amount of concerts he’d either been to or headlined be damned - people just needed to speak up!

Kurt could handle all of these little annoyances that came with getting older. Hair dye, anti-aging cream, and glasses were all easy enough to buy and use. What he couldn’t handle, though, was a less superficial sign of aging that Blaine was starting to display.

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KyoAni and Queerbaiting

 As a straight guy, I’ve pretty much got nothing to gain or lose with this, but feeling the rise and fall of my own frustrations throughout Sound! Euphonium has given me some perspective on the issues other viewers might be feeling, and MAN if there haven’t been some frustrations, so it might be worth it to talk a bit about it on a personal Tumblr blog, right?

This is anime, and not explicity a ‘yuri genre’ anime, so I was pretty certain from the get-go that whatever KyoAni SEEMED to show us in their fancy new ‘Cute Girls doing (X)’ series, it would be innocent subtext at best and intentional queerbaiting at worst. As the series went on, it became clear that the ‘worst’ option was going to be exercised. Oh sure, Reina and Kumiko were shooting glances and skirting around their interactions and generally just having astounding chemistry with each other, but we’d been down this road in countless series before. Up to episode 7, I was talking with some friends about how we were ‘getting queerbaited hard’ but that I would probably still be able to enjoy it otherwise.

Then episode 8 hit, and there was an instinctive reaction of hope. Well that sure SEEMED like it was heading somewhere explicit, right? But still, I couldn’t bring myself to fully get my hopes up. I’ve watched way too many shows where all this seeming build-up was relegated to subtextual Class-S bullshit, to where even my little amused picture-posting from that episode was punctuated with the point that yeah, we were probably still getting baited. But I WANTED to want to believe, you know?

And now comes episode 9, and everyone’s all a kerfuffle for obvious reasons. It’s frustration of the usual variety, that after over half a cour of buildup between the relationship between the girls to make us think it even MIGHT happen, it only takes a few quick lines and moments of screen-time to swing things the opposite direction to make it look like the show’ll attempt a romance between Kumiko and Shuuichi. It’s frustrating, as usual, but looking around, I’m noticing more ire directed at the proceedings than in previous cases; I’m getting the distinction that people are finally just SICK of things going this way, and that’s totally understandable. KyoAni’s a *very* popular studio that turns out anime, a medium that has a rather sizeable and vocal LGBTQ fanbase. And there are wide-eyed new kids coming in all the time. So while jaded jerks like me see the relationship being portrayed between Reina and Kumiko and just roll our eyes and go “Yeah, like they’d really go through with it”, you still have these new people watching who may have seen the more serious-treated girl/girl relationships portrayed in fairly recent gateway shows like Madoka Magica and Attack on Titan and think that this show is going through with it too! And when it doesn’t, and they see that, and are told that that part, that situation they personally related to and identified with, isn’t legitimate and shouldn’t be acknowledged, well, that’s gotta hurt.

Anime can and should be getting better about this. Just last season we got Yuri Kuma Arashi, and entire SHOW about how this sort of erasure and disregard is so damaging and dangerous. You’d think that after a big-name director tackled that subject-matter head-on, knocked down a whole-bunch of walls in the process, and ended with an almost literal “WE NEED TO DO BETTER”, that some of the other studios at the forefront would be willing to follow up on that. Say what you will about the pandering aspects of Free!, but at least that show acknowledged the boys’ relationships and didn’t shunt them off into heteronormalcy with laughably small amounts of build-up predicated purely on generic audience expectations. KyoAni’s own Chuunibyou may have treated Nibutani/Dekomori mostly as a joke, but at least it was willing to admit the relationship between the two secondary female characters was one based on romantic tension. So why does this idiotic game of Lesbian Blue’s Clues still fly in a show being made in 2015?

You can cite the events of the novels this is adapting if you like, apparently this bait-and-switch occurs there as well. But then the question becomes why does the staff producing the anime put out all the seemingly-romantic lead-up (including the deliberately absurd episode 8) if you knew exactly where the story was heading and that you had no intention of adjusting events of the story to fit with what you were otherwise showing? There’s not really any excuse, KyoAni has diverged from source material before (see Chuunibyou), and the gusto with which they’re showing off Reina and Kumiko’s relationship indicates that they’ve got SOMETHING they want to do with it, so the question becomes: Do they actually intend to follow through on the relationship they’re rather blatantly depicting, or are they just queerbaiting people who would be interested in seeing that play out?

There’s still a few episodes left before the end of the show (it is only running a single cour, right?) so it’s at least reasonable to wait to see what the endgame actually IS before we right and truly flip out about it. But the last episode aimed Shuuichi over Kumiko’s head like the sword of Damocles, and that creates a palpable tension with this situation. What really sucks is knowing how easy I’m getting off on this compared to some of the others who may be watching. For me, if the Kumiko/Reina thing doesn’t play out, it’s just a ship. It’s just something between two characters I enjoyed watching that got shot by misguided writing and sank a good part of a show that I otherwise like a lot of bits of (and to its credit, Hibike does a lot of things well beyond a believable developing relationship between girls). But for the other people out there, the ones watching who may see themselves there, who are following along because this may be the first show they’ve seen that showed a relationship like this, that they think ‘gets them’, and that they’ve invested in for that reason, and to then have it turn around and go “What? No, there was never anything there! Why would you even think that? That sort of relationship isn’t real, it isn’t legitimate, and it isn’t worth showing.”?

That’s just bullshit.

anonymous asked:

Sam, Sam, Sam I need tips on how to write fanfiction I want to write so bad but how do I write a good one?

Anon, it is a truth of fandom that you write good fanfics by writing bad ones first. Writing, like all art, is something you have to learn by doing, which can be a painful process at times. Or it can sometimes be an easy one – your version of a “bad” fic might be a story others would love to have written, even from the start. 

It took me a long time to understand that I actually did have a talent for writing. I assumed anyone could do what I do with as much practice as I had, which was shitloads. I’ve written three million words and that’s the stuff I’ve done since age 22 – everything between 14 and 19 is best left where it lies, because it’s where I did most of my learning (I did write between 19 and 22 but it was mostly original work for school and the theatre). I spent five years learning to write the way I do now, and I still do terrible things to commas. :D 

But I do have some tips for writing great stories, to wit: 

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Prompt: C/B airport goodbye. Any season. Pre or post get together.

Follow me to Neverland…

This is it. This is the moment. The one single moment that has her heart clenching uncomfortably in her chest. Beckett didn’t expect it to be this hard. She didn’t know this would suck quite so spectacularly. But it is hard and it does suck. Her new place doesn’t feel like home, not even with him by her side and now he’s leaving. After just a few days here with her, he’s catching a plane back to New York. She’ll stay in DC and this is the first time since they started their relationship that they’ll be apart like this. But she wants this. The job and the man. That’s why she’s here at the airport, lagging behind because she doesn’t want him to go.

She’s independent. She’s never relied on anyone but he’s always been there regardless. From the moment he weaseled his way into being her unwanted shadow to becoming her friend and partner and now…now he’s her fiancé. And she’s not relying on him but she has his support and that’s what makes this even harder. She doesn’t want to say goodbye. Not even for just a week. He’s supposed to come visit next weekend but she doesn’t know how busy she’ll be. She doesn’t know if she’ll have to tell him to wait and come another time. Their plans are subject to change and it’s hard to be here at the airport with him, knowing it could be awhile before she can touch him - kiss him.

They’re almost late. Her fault. Maybe his too. Because she’d dragged him back to bed this morning, not ready to let go just yet. But he’s the one who let her. She’s actually afraid he’ll miss the flight just by how long it takes to get through security. Well…afraid isn’t the right word, maybe hopeful? Is that terrible?

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A/N: Ford versus Jimmy. @pinesinthewoods @aspiring-procrastinator @fan-art-ic @peekabooitsmiko @taccoman @logicalbookthief

The contact of the unicorn leather with his skin made Jimmy yell in pain, and he and Ford tumbled to the ground, Ford allowing his fist to lead him instead of his feet.

Ford straddled Jimmy, then pulled his other fist back and punched him again, right in the face. Jimmy threw his hands out and fought to push Ford off, but with the power of elbows and Ford pushing his hands past Jimmy’s and wrapping his gloved fingers around Jimmy’s neck, Ford kept his position.

Strangling was never Ford’s style, but the smell of singing flesh and the sound of Jimmy gargling in pain made him consider it for a moment.

It took a moment longer than Ford’s rational side of his brain was comfortable with, but he moved his hands from the throat, leaving on in place just enough to keep a burning sensation on Jimmy’s exposed collar bone. He pulled his other hand back and begun to punch Jimmy repeatedly in the face.

He watched as Jimmy regenerated the skin that he had damaged with each punch, making it look as though Ford wasn’t doing as much damage as he was.

But the unicorn leather was leaving bruises and blood, even as the skin healed over. It was something.

“Stan is not weak! He’s not pathetic!”

Ford thought back to when they were children and this kind of activity had been exhausting for Ford. He had hated physical exertion. He had hated boxing.

He was glad he had taken it.

“Stan defended me every day of our childhood!”

Each fact was repeatedly punctuated with a punch.

“He went to prison in three different countries and is still here!”

Dimension hopping had taught him that prison everywhere was terrible. As much as Ford didn’t want to think about it, he was pretty sure Stan’s implication that he had been raped had happened in prison.

“He re-built an inter-dimensional portal with only a third of the instructions while only having a high school education! No matter how long I was gone or how much I pretended not to care, he never gave up on me!”

His arm was getting tired, so he switched. Jimmy was struggling to get a hold on Ford in an attempt to flip them over and change the situation to Jimmy’s benefit, but so far he was failing.

“He brought home three gold medals from boxing tournaments! He survived being homeless for ten years! He made sure I had a house to come back to! He gave me a reason to be proud of my birth defect! He was the first person to ever make me feel like I wasn’t a freak!”

Punching started to feel repetitive, but he didn’t want to stop, and it wasn’t like he had unicorn leather boots. The unicorn hide was the only reason this was hurting the man at all, anyway. Maybe a combo of backhanding and slapping him would be effective?

“Ford,” was said faintly somewhere behind him.

“Stan Pines is a better man than you’ll ever be! You never deserved him, and he sure as hell deserves better than you!” 

Ford pulled his hand back to hit Jimmy again, but something pulled on his arm.

Ford turned his head and looked to see who it was.

Stanley stood there, tears still in his eyes, gripping onto his coat sleeve.

“Stop it, Ford,” Stan said, far too softly.

Ford could only remember him speaking that softly when they were children. Never as adults. And it was only ever their father had yelled at them or given them a particularly harsh punishment.

“Just leave ‘im alone.”

The fight in Ford died suddenly as he saw the look on Stan’s face.

Jimmy then pushed Ford off him and got to his feet, eyes glowing red and smoking.

Jimmy lunged for the twins, but he suddenly found rope and chains being lassoed over him.

“What!?” Jimmy shouted, his face and throat slow to regenerate the skin that Ford’s gloves had burned off.

Ghost Eyes and the other prisoners had stepped it and were reeling Jimmy in.

“I think we know exactly who’d like to see you!” Gideon said. “Ghost Eyes, deliver him to Bill. I think they’d find a way to make sure he knows how to party.”

Jimmy was then dragged again, kicking and screaming.

Ford got back to his feet and looked at Stanley. Somehow his twin looked older than he was.


He said something, and Ford couldn’t really hear it.

“Come again?”

“Don’t ever do that again,” Stan said, just as softly as before.

“Don’t … ? Don’t what, protect you? Stanley, I meant every word. You’re not weak, you’re not pathetic, you’re not good-for-nothing. You didn’t deserve any of what he did to you.”

“Uh, Stanford? Er, Stanley? I mean - both of you,” Gideon spoke up. Ford and Stan turned their heads to look at him. “We should really get going if we’re gonna take on Bill. Regrouping at the Shack and getting who we need for the prophecy before rescuing Robbie from Bill’s human statue throne should be of top priority right now. Bill will only be entertained by that … unpleasant man for a little while.” 

Ford sighed. The child was right. And this meant that Gideon was willing to help them, though he couldn’t be sure why the child had changed his mind.

Gideon had the prison buddies who had stuck around drive all of them back to the Shack, with Spitfire’s and Dipper’s bikes strapped to the back of two of the cars. Gideon sat in the front seat with Dipper and Mabel in the back in their car.

“Mabel?” Gideon said.

“Yes, Gideon?” Mabel sighed.

“You, um… . You don’t have to go on a date with me if you don’t want to.”

Both twins’ eyes widened.

“Repeat that?” Dipper asked.

“Mabel doesn’t have to go on a date with me to get me to work with you guys. I mean, I’d love it if she did want to go on a date with me, but … I’m not making it a requirement.”

The twins looked at each other.

“Wow, thanks, Gideon,” Mabel said. “Who knew there really was some good in you?”

“Well, after … earlier, I’ve … decided I don’t want to be anything like that Jimmy brute.”

“Me neither,” Dipper said. “Though the biker look is growing on me.” 


Jelly-filled cookies really had seemed like a good idea at the time.

Castiel had been endeavoring to embrace his human side more, and in doing so, he had decided that it was very, one hundred percent necessary to try baking.  So when the recipe had popped up, he had thought they would turn out to be lovely and just like the pictures.

Wrong. So very wrong, flour was everywhere; the floor, the table, the ceiling, his hair. The jelly wasn’t even in the cookies! No, the jelly was on the cookies, not inside.

He stood in the middle of the kitchen, a spoon in one hand and the recipe in the other.  Castiel kept glancing between the pristine example cookies and then back to the sad little lumps of dough on the cookie tray. Where had he gone wrong? It hadn’t seemed so difficult reading through the recipe, where were his Pinterest-esque cookies?

He was still puzzling over the paper in his hand, when he heard footsteps approaching the kitchen.  Cas looked up as Dean walked in, and then promptly stopped in his tracks, just a step inside the room.

“What the fuck.”

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anonymous asked:

I was thinking about your response about harry getting attention for absolutely anything, and its really so true, and it makes me think about how lowkey he's been lately and what a brilliant strategic move that is. The media will take every little thing and run with it, so he's not directly offering much at the moment This way, when he is ready to actively promoting himself, it's going to make a much larger impact and he'll be in control of the information flow. Can't wait to see him in action!

Harry’s over there minding his own business filming his movie and linking arms with jeff every night as they make a toast to the Harry Almighty and his $80M solo record deal, meanwhile his name is still on everyone’s mouth meanwhile he’s still getting name dropped every 2 seconds m e a n w h i l e he’s still getting aaaaaaaall of the attention and praise simply for existing and being his lovely & talented self 😊 😊 😊 once he starts promoting dunkirk/his album it’s gonna be incredible i cannot wait to see him charm every interviewer he meets and treat the media as his own personal play-doh, making sure he is portrayed the exact way he wishes to be portrayed in and sitting back while the positive press starts being delivered to him on a silver platter of his choosing 🙏 🙏 🙏 he really is brilliant at what he does 👑 👑