takes me back to the good old days :')

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Teen Movies: 8tracks Collection

I want John Cusack holding a boombox outside my window. I wanna ride off on a lawnmower with Patrick Dempsey. I want Jake from Sixteen Candles waiting outside the church for me. I want Judd Nelson thrusting his fist into the air because he knows he got me. Just once I want my life to be like an 80’s movie, preferably one with a really awesome musical number for no apparent reason.

80s Boombox: 01. The Breakfast Club - Don’t You Forget About Me; Simple Minds | 02. Say Anything - In Your Eyes; Peter Gabriel | 03. Dirty Dancing - Eyes; Eric Carmen | 04. Pretty In Pink - If You Leave; Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark | 05. Some Kind Of Wonderful - She Loves Me; Stephen Duffy | 06.  Valley Girl - I Melt With You Modern English | 07. Sixteen Candles - True; Spandau Ballet | 08. Pretty In Pink - Try A Little Tenderness; Otis Redding | 09. Dirty Dancing - The Time Of My Life; Bill Medley & Jennifer Warnes | 10. Top Gun - Take My Breath Away; Berlin | 11. Sixteen Candles - If You Were Here; Thompson Twins | 12. Mannequin - Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now; Starship | 13. Some Kind Of Wonderful - Abuse (Dr. Mabuse Remix); Propaganda | 14. Back To The Future - Power of Love; Huey Lewis and the News | 15. Can’t Buy Me Love - All Night; Randy Hall | 16. The Breakfast Club - We Are Not Alone; Karla DeVito | 17. St. Elmo’s Fire - Man In Motion; John Parr | 18. Footloose - Footloose; Kenny Loggins | 19. Risky Business - Old Time Rock N Roll; Bob Seger | 20. Ferris Bueller’s Day Off - Twist And Shout; The Beatles | 21. Back To The Future - Johnny B. Goode; Chuck Berry | 22. The Blues Brothers - Shake A Tail Feather; The Blues Brothers feat. Ray Charles | 23. Flashdance - What A Feeling; Irene Cara | 24.  Can’t Buy Me Love - Can’t Buy Me Love; The Beatles | 25. Happy Together - Happy Together; The Turtles | 26. Dream A Little Dream - Dream A Little Dream Me; Mel Tormé and Mickey Thomas | 27. Real Genius - Everybody Wants To Rule The World; Tears For Fears | 28. Heathers - Teenage Suicide (Don’t Do It); Big Fun | 29. Weird Science - Weird Science; Oingo Boingo | 30. Ferris Bueller’s Day Off - Oh Yeah; Yello. [LISTEN] 

90s Discman: 01. Cruel Intentions - Bittersweet Symphony; The Verve | 02. Romeo + Juliet - Lovefool; The Cardigans. | 03. Armagedon - I Don’t Want To Miss A Thing Aerosmith | 04. Freaks and Geeks - Bad Reputation; Joan Jett and the Blackhearts | 05. She’s All That - Rockafeller; Skank Fatboy Slim | 06. Clueless - Kids In America; The Muffs | 07. Can’t Hardly Wait - I Can’t Get Enough Of You, Baby; Smash Mouth | 08. 10 Things I Hate About You - I Want You To Want Me; Letters To Cleo |09. She’s All That - Kiss Me; Sixpence None The Richer | 10. Cruel Intentions - Colorblind; Counting Crows | 11. Romeo + Juliet - Talk Show Host; Radiohead | 12. Dawson’s Creek - I Don’t Want To Wait; Paula Cole | 13. I Know What You Did Last Summer - Clumsy; Our Lady Peace | 14. My So-Called Life - At Night; Buffalo Tom | 15. Buffy The Vampire Slayer - Buffy Theme; Nerf Herder | 16. Jawbreaker - Yoo Hoo; Imperial Teen | 17. Don’t Tell Mom the Babysitter’s Dead - Draggin’ The Line; Beat Goes Bang | 18. American Pie - Mutt; Blink 182 | 19. Empire Records - Sugarhigh; Coyote Shivers | 20. Drive Me Crazy -  Keep On Loving You; The Donnas | 21. Clueless - Alright; Supergrass | 22. Hayley Wagner, Star - Look At Me; Geri Halliwell | 23. Teaching Mrs Tingle - Sorry; Stretch Princess | 24. Wish Upon A Star - Heaven; Moonpools and Caterpillars | 25.10 Things I Hate About You - Can’t Take My Eyes Off You; Heath Ledger | 26. Buffy The Vampire Slayer - Little Heaven; Toad The Wet Sprocket | 27. Empire Records - Til I Hear It From You; Gin Blossoms | 28. Election - This Road I’m Traveling; Mojave 3 | 29. That Thing You Do - That Thing You Do; The Wonders | 30. Titanic - My Heart Will Go On; Celine Dion | 31. Drive Me Crazy - (You Drive Me) Crazy; Britney Spears. [LISTEN]

00s MP3 Player: 01. A Walk To Remember - Someday We’ll Know; Mandy Moore and Jon Foreman | 02. A Cinderella Story - I’ll Be; Edwin McCain | 03. Down To You - Let’s Stay Together; Seal | 04. Ice Princess - No One; Aly & AJ | 05. Juno - Anyone Else But You; The Moldy Peaches | 06. (500) Days Of Summer - She’s Got You High; Mumm Ra | 07. The O.C. - California; Phantom Planet | 08. Veronica Mars - We Used To Be Friends; The Dandy Warhols | 09. Mean Girls - God Is A DJ; P!nk | 10. Legally Blonde - Perfect Day; Hoku | 11. Bring It On - Hey Mickey; B*Witched | 12. The Princess Diaries - Miracles Happen; Myra | 13. Just My Luck - Just My Luck; McFly | 14. She’s The Man - 4Ever; The Veronicas | 15. Freaky Friday - What I Like About You; Lillix | 16. The Perfect Man - I Will Learn To Love Again; Kaci Brown | 17. Wild Child - Let Me Think About It; Ida Corr vs. Fedde Le Grand | 18. Boys and Girls - Can’t Stop The Rock; Apollo 440 | 19. Freaky Friday - Happy Together; Simple Plan | 20. Josie And The Pussycats - Three Small Words; Rachael Leigh Cook, Tara Reid and Rosario Dawson | 21. Save The Last Dance - All Or Nothing; Athena Cage | 22. Whatever It Takes - Charm Attack; Leona Naess | 23. High School Musical - Breaking Free; Zac Efron and Vanessa Hudgens | 24. Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen - That Girl; Lindsay Lohan | 25. Lizzie McGuire - What Dreams Are Made Of; Hilary Duff | 26. Raise Your Voice - Someone’s Watching Over Me; Hilary Duff | 27. What A Girl Wants - Long Time Coming; Oliver James | 28. A Walk To Remember - Only Hope; Mandy Moore | 29. Get Over It - Dream Of Me; Kirsten Dunst | 30. The Notebook - I’ll Be Seeing You; Billie Holiday | 31. The Prince and Me - I Hope That I Don’t Fall In Love With You; Marc Cohn | 32. The Sisterhood Of The Traveling Pants - These Days; Chantal Kreviazuk. [LISTEN]

10s Smartphone: 01. Pitch Perfect - Cups (When I’m Gone) Anna Kendrick | 02. Easy A - Change Of Seasons Sweet Thing | 03. The Fault In Our Stars - Boom Clap; Charli XCX | 04. Veronica Mars - Stick Up; Max | 05. Twilight - Black Hole; Muse | 06. Divergent - Beating Heart; Ellie Goulding | 07. Vampire Academy - Bela Lugosi’s; Dead Chvrches | 08. G.B.F. - Body Work; Morgan Page feat. Tegan & Sara | 09. The First Time - Wait For Me; Motopony | 10. Veronica Mars - Prosthetic Love; Typhoon | 11. Catching Fire - Silhouettes; Of Monsters And Men | 12. The Spectacular Now - Song For Zula; Phosphorescent | 13. Breaking Dawn - Turning Page; Sleeping At Last | 14. The Fault In Our Stars - All Of The Stars; Ed Sheeran | 15. The Hunger Games - Safe & Sound; Taylor Swift and The Civil Wars | 16. Beautiful Creatures - Never Too Late; Thenewno2 | 17. The To Do List - Fade Into You; Mazzy Star | 18. City of Bones - When The Darkness Comes; Colbie Caillat | 19. Vampire Academy - Spiritual; Katy Perry | 20. Divergent - I Need You; M83 | 21. The Bling Ring - All Of The Lights; Kanye West feat. Rihanna, Kid Cudi | 22. Pitch Perfect - Price Tag / Don’t You Forget About Me / Give Me Everything; The Barden Bellas | 23. Dirty Girl - Your Love; The Outfield | 24. The Perks Of Being A Wallflower - Heroes; David Bowie | 25. Easy A - Knock On Wood; Emma Stone | 26. It’s Kind Of A Funny Story - Where Is My Mind; Maxence Cyrin. [LISTEN]

A happy day

Today was a happy day. I decided to take a little break from work and go with one of my big bros to our old school.
I studied there since I was three years old, I finished my studies in 2011, and I came back today to visit my teachers and the school directors… The first ones that believed in me.
I feel so happy today, it’s so cool to see tears of joy in my face :)

I’ll come back to work in the commissions tonight, my hand is hurting a lil bit, too ^^u

Another big thank you for my sweetest friend, Hanah @sixofwinter …ohh hanah….hanah banana, plays the piano…..do you play the piano? (lol). 

Preston the porg found his way into Kylo’s hair and decided to take a lil rest. Kylo is not too happy about it :O!

But in all seriousness, please go and follow this lovely unicorn @sixofwinter

World’s Best Dad (Part 4)

Originally posted by thejabberwock

Summary: Dean’s doing his best to take it easy at home while the reader runs into a few unexpected issues while helping out…

World’s Best Dad Masterlist

Pairing: single parent!Dean x kindergarten teacher!reader

Word Count: 5,200ish

Warnings: language, implied future smut

A/N: I want a fluffy Dean like this if anyone’s got one lying around I can borrow…

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reoccuring feelings - simon minter imagine

Originally posted by sidemen-gifs


requested; yes ( by @hoodminter )

warnings; nuppp

pairing; simon x reader

word count; 681 words


“what is up guys and welcome back to another video.”

to say that filming this video was going to be awkward, was an understatement. i was currently seated in the bedroom of my ex boyfriend, simon, filming one of the most awkward and uncomfortable videos to ever be filmed and put on the internet.

“today i’m here with a very special guest.” he stated before looking over at me.

“hi, its (y/n).” i introduced quietly.

the both of us paused awkwardly, letting the silence over take the atmosphere. the silence was broken but simon clearing his throat before he began to speak again. 

“and today we’re making a video to clear the air and to just… reminisce about the past and yeah.” 

i nodded along in agreement before taking over. 

“so basically, we’re going to have a ‘lightening round’ in which i’m going to ask some questions in the space of one minute that he has to answer. and then were gonna hop under the cover, cuddle a little and reminisce the good old days.” i explained, anxiously twiddling my thumbs around each other.

as i took my phone out of my back pocket, i could feel simon glancing at me. 

“are you sure you’re okay with this?” he asked, eyebrows raised.

i simply nodded in response, watching him take his own phone out. i brought up; the questions i had written down earlier, waiting for him to start the timer.

“right, so i have around 12 questions.” i said to the camera, “so lets see how many we manage to get through and how many you can get right.” i smiled, licking my lips before Simon started the timer.

“right, what was my favourite flavour of ice cream?”

“chocolate.” he asnwered confidently.

“okay, settle down with the cockiness.” i teased. “what was the name of the plush pup you bought for me for out 8 month anniversary?”

simon stopped to think for a moment before a blank expression drew acorss his face. he’d forgotten.

i scoffed slightly, cocking my eyebrow as i looked at him. 

“it wasn’t even that long ago.” i said, tapping my phone impatiently. 

he looked slightly guilty, never the less he answered incorrectly. 

“nope, when’s my birthday.” i continued.

“oh thats an easy one. (y/b/d).”

the questions continued until the one minute timer went off, signalling to stop asking questions. 

“well, to say the least you did shit.” i laughed, looking up at him before realising he was already smiling down at me. my breath hitched in my throat, quickly looking away and hopping up from the couch. i could feel the heat rushing to my cheeks, turning to look over at his bed. 

simon picked up the tripod, fixing it to ange at him bed. i hopped onto his bed and slid under the covers, snuggling into the mattress. simon hit record before hopping in behind me and spooning.

“this was always our favourite position.” he whispered cheekily, causing me to gasp and turn my body a little bit to hit his shoulder. 

simon took the lead this time, explaining that we were now going to look through old photos and talk about why we broke up.

“althought most of you already know why we broke up, for those of you that dont, we broke up due to some rumours and shit that was going on. and the both of our schedules weren’t matching so we called a quits.” he explained. 

my heart sunk,i had almost forgotten why we had broken up. i can remember the day so clearly.

simon pulled up some photos on his tv screen, flicking through them with the remote.

“i remember that day!” i squealed, a large smile spread across my face. “that was the day you fake proposed to me just to get free desserts.” i laughed, his shortly following mine. 

“and then later we got free movie vouchers as an ‘engagement gift.’“ he continued. 

just as i looked up at him he looked down at me. his eyes flickered from mine to then my lips. 

“please kiss me.”

Rumors [Part 1]

BTS x EXO x NCT x Reader

Genre: Mafia AU

Word Count: 2,075

A/N 1: This is a story from a one shot I wrote a long time ago. You can check it out here, if you want to.

Originally posted by t-yong

You sipped your drink and it made you frown. The drink was quite bitter but you still preferred it this way, rather than sweet. You were sitting at the bar again, relaxing music was playing in the background. You liked spending your weekend or day off evenings here. After all you didn’t really have any friends as most of the people who know you are scared of you. You are aware that some rumors are spreading around about you but you don’t care. You know that they probably started because people were jealous. You are smart, rich enough to not work and didn’t have any family that they know of and therefore lived alone. You didn’t like talking and sharing information about yourself  to others, so they started speculating where you got all that money from. It’s none of their business, so you just ignored the rumors and distanced yourself from everyone, it’s better this way, other people are just a burden, you preferred being alone.

“What is a lovely girl like you doing here alone?”

You turned around to see who was trying to flirt with you this time. Things like that always happened. While most of the time you refused their offers to buy you a drink, sometimes, depending on your mood you enjoyed trying out your persuasive skills on them. And today was one of these days. The man behind you was handsome to say the least, he had short brown hair and was wearing a grey sweater with black ripped jeans and brown combat boots but when your eyes met his dark brown ones you immediately sensed that he is not an ordinary guy and if your hunch was right that meant trouble for you again. But you were interested and decided to just roll with it.

“Mind if I join you?”

“Sure.” you said as you turned around on your chair to face the bar again.

“That’s a pretty cheesy line to start a conversation.”

He was not expecting you to say that and you could swear you saw him blush a little.

“I know right!” he exclaimed. “I was thinking all evening what to say when I approach you but all the clever words just escaped my mind when I finally did.”

“How cute.” you replied, trying not to sound sassy. But to your surprise he just laughed.

“So can I buy you a drink?”

“Go ahead.”

After ordering the drinks he leaned on the counter and turned to face you.

“So. I’m asking this one more time, what are you doing here alone?”

This time however you noticed how for a second his look became really serious. He had this presence around him that you just couldn’t fight his look and answered him.

“Just drinking.” maybe he was satisfied with your answer or maybe it was just your imagination but somehow the atmosphere became less tense and after a few more drinks you actually relaxed and started talking about all kind of different things. You were actually having a good time but you still didn’t trust him completely so you kept your guard up. After you started getting a little bit tipsy you decided it was enough and that it’s time to go home.

“Should I call you a taxi?” he asked.

“No thanks. After a night out I prefer walking.”

“Can I take you home then?”

You stopped to think things over. You didn’t want him to know where you lived even though he seemed like a good guy and you actually enjoyed his company. You checked your thigh, your small dagger was still there and you decided to give it a shot and just ditch him if anything came up.

“I guess you can.”

He helped you put your coat on and you both exited the bar heading in the direction your home was. You knew this part of the city like the back of your hand so your turned corners and alleys to reach your destination faster. You could you see on his face that he was surprised how good you are at maneuvering around the city and you just laughed to that. Now that you think about it you never once asked if he was local. When you turned another corner expecting to finally reach the park you came to a halt. Two black classy suits wearing male figures were leaning at the gate. You did not expect to meet anybody at this hour so decided to just ignore and quickly go past them but as you started walking the two figures pushed themselves off the gate and headed in your direction.

“Taeyong-ah! We know it’s you!” the taller one of the men shouted.

As you were turning around to look at him you felt how Taeyong grabbed you by your arm and pulled you closer.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you asked trying to pry off his arm. You looked up and saw how serious his face has become.

“What are you doing in our territory?” the other man asked.

“Since when is this your territory?” Taeyong replied.

“Since when we took it back.”

“What are you all blabbing about. This is a city. This is no one’s territory.” you stepped in finally free from Taeyong’s grasp.

“Oh you have a brave one there.”

“Shut up, Chanyeol.”

You glanced between Taeyong and the other two. So they know each other and your hunch was right, you could practically smell trouble.

“Well you can deal with your shit on your own, I want no part in this” you stated and approached the men, evading Taeyong as he tried to grab you again. As you stepped under one of the street lights you saw how the one called Chanyeol froze in his tracks.

“It’s you.” he said.

You didn’t even have time to react as they quickly came up to you and the other man seized your shoulder and almost dragged you in the direction you came from. He stopped midway and grabbed your thigh.

“I will take this.” he said, pulling out your dagger from under your dress. “Knew you would have one.”

“How did you-” you wanted to ask but were interrupted.

“Where did you find her, Taeyong?”

“Let her go, she has nothing to do with this.”

You were now in the middle of the three men and didn’t know what to do. You checked around to see any escape routes but his grip on you was strong and no way would you be able to get away from them as you already witnessed how fast they are.

“Oh I think she does, you are not the type to trespass if nothing is going on.”

You saw Taeyong pull a knife out of his jacket pocket and were surprised you didn’t see it before.

“Ready to fight? So something really must be going on. Hold her.” the man passed you over to the one called Chanyeol.

“Are you really in a good shape to fight? Let me do it, Baekhyun, it will be just like in the good old days.” Chanyeol said as a big smirk spread on his face.

“No, I’m good. I hadn’t fought him in a long time as well.” Baekhyun replied taking his jacket off and getting into a fighting stance.

At this point you had no idea what’s going on.  

“This is going to be good, just watch.” a shiver went down your spine as Chanyeol whispered in your ear.

“Hey!” a voice came from behind you. You glanced back and saw a mint haired man standing at the entrance of the park.

“Oh shit, it’s Yoongi.” Chanyeol said and you felt how his grip loosened and you tried to use this opportunity to escape but he quickly grabbed you again.

“Not so fast darling. Baekhyun, what do we do?” he turned to Baekhyun who know had Taeyong pressed on the ground. When did that happen? You saw Taeyong looking at you with worried eyes.

“We talk.” Baekhyun replied.

“What’s going on over here?” the one called Yoongi asked, getting closer.

“Just some friendly chit chat.”

“Doesn’t look like that to me.”

“It’s not can’t-“ you started talking but were soon shushed by Chanyeol who covered your mouth with his hand.

“I think you are in the wrong part of the city, am I right?” Yoongi asked.

“Are we now?” Baekhyun replied. “I thought we agreed this is a neutral territory now.”

“I never agreed to that. Besides that meeting was 2 weeks ago, times change.”

“Well we wouldn’t like to start any trouble now, would we?” Chanyeol asked.

“I think you already have.” Yoongi said and looked at you. “Why do you have her?”

Great. It seems that everybody knows you but you still have no idea who these people are.

“She’s our responsibility.” Chanyeol told him.

“Is she now?” Yoongi asked. “Then you didn’t take care of her enough if the whole city’s gangs are looking for her.”

They what now. You wanted to ask what the fuck is going on but remembered that Chanyeol’s hand was still on your mouth.

“I think you should go.”

“Maybe we will.” Baekhyun replied picking Taeyong up, your eyes meeting his as Baekhyun shoved him in the direction of sleek black car. Chanyeol grabbed you by the arm and started walking towards the car as well.

“What do you think you’re doing? I have no intentions of coming with you.” you quickly stated.

“You heard the lady.” Yoongi said.

You saw how Chanyeol and Baekhyun glanced at each other, seemingly communicating only with their eyes. Baekhyun nooded and Chanyeol let you go.

“Suit yourself.” he said. You didn’t expect it to go this smoothly so as he pushed you away from him you tripped on your own leg and fell down on the ground. You just sat there on the pavement wondering what happened as Chanyeol got behind the car’s wheel and sped way.

“You good?” Yoongi asked, giving you his hand.

“Yes.” you replied harshly standing up, ignoring his help.

“Okay then.”

You two continued to stare at each other for a while, now you could see that he was dressed pretty casually, he had a leather jacket, plain shirt and suspenders on and you could swear that you know him from somewhere but instead asked the question that’s been bugging you since the encounter.

“Where do you know me from?”

“I don’t.”

“It didn’t sound to me like you were bluffing.”

“Maybe I’m really good at it or maybe you should mind your own business.”

“If it concerns me then it is my business.”

Yoongi sighed and fell silent. You didn’t feel like talking to him either. It was finally time to go home. You turned around and headed towards the park. You stopped at the gate to look back at the man, you now realise, had actually saved you.

“Thank you.” you say unwillingly. You hadn’t said these words sincerely in a long time.

“What? I didn’t hear you!” Yoongi shouted.

“I said thank you, you idiot.”

Another silence. You stood there waiting.

“Just gonna leave me hanging like that? I said I was thankful.”

“Yeah, I heard you.” you saw a small smile appear on his lips. “No problem.”

Now was your time to sigh. That’s why you don’t like talking to people you thought but actually found this whole evening very intriguing, what happened to Taeyong? Who are those people? So many questions but you were so tired you just wanted to take a warm bath and go to bed. Oh and that smartass took your dagger, it was one of your favourite as well. You will have to find answers tomorrow, so you finally enter the park and head in the direction of your house.

▲▼▲▼▲

Yoongi watched you disappear behind the trees.

“No problem. Yet.” he thought.

He took out his phone and quickly scrolled through his phone book to find a number. After a few beeps a man on the opposite side of the line picked up.

“She’s heading your way. I ran into some trouble so I wasn’t able to stall her longer. Be quick with whatever you guys are doing and get out.” Yoongi commanded and hung up. He looked up. The night sky was beautiful. Staring at it for too long made him sleepy, what a shame he had to take care of a few more things.


~ Part 2 ~

A/N 2: I had this in my drafts for ages now, I don’t even remember what I wanted to write in part 2 😂 Anyhow, I also write scenarios, reactions and stuff like that, so feel free to request 😃

✰ * º ❛   buzzfeed unsolved sentence starters  ( pt. three )   ❜

       (   part of the youtube starter series   )

‘  let’s just say some brutal murders happened in there which would lends itself into being haunted.  ’
‘  give that baby a ball.  ’
‘  why is it only people who get murdered? why doesn’t someone who choked on a peanut get a ghost?  ’
‘  you know, people don’t like their stepmothers.  ’
‘  so you think like 90% of people who have stepmothers are like ‘aw, my stepmother… i’d love to bury an axe in her face.’  ’
‘  that is fucking awful.  ’
‘  that’s strange because, if your pa is laying there, his head turned into blood oatmeal, and you hear ma come in, you’re probably not just like, ‘oh, i wonder what she’s up to today.’ you’re probably like, ‘hey ma, you should probably come here.’ not just, ‘oh i wonder if she’s gonna go take a little nap.’  ’
‘  i’ve got a life-changing thing to tell you here.  ’
‘  we should probably give her a little holler.   ’
‘  i mean, maybe she’s just thinking back on the good old mutton days.  ’
‘  it reminds me of downton abbey a little bit. it’s very proper.  ’
‘  i feel like a little fancy little lord in this room.  ’
‘  i’m not doing this because i want to steal.  ’
‘  i’m doing this because i want to give the ghosts significant reason to haunt me. i want them to be upset with me.  ’
‘  i stole from you, you hear me?!  ’
‘  cool….. that’s pretty… cool.  ’
‘  if people were already like, ‘we think you murdered them’ i’d be like, ‘fine, i guess i’ll spend their money.’  ’
‘  i’d like to see you put on a dress from that time period– that came out weird, i could’ve worded that better.  ’
‘  we’re sleeping here. we can’t even run away!  ’
‘  she’s gonna kill us tonight.  ’
‘  come on, buddy. times-a-tickin’. show up. murder us. be the first ghost to murder someone in history. we’ll get it on film. you’ll be famous.  ’
‘  just say something. you don’t have to get violent.  ’
‘  those are four pieces of circumstantial evidence that make him just as much of a suspect, in my mind.  ’
‘  both of them seem dubious as hell, that’s all i’m saying.  ’
‘ but you know me… i’m a fan of conspiracy theories.   ’
‘  i was gonna say this doesn’t seem that crazy to me.  ’
‘  wait, are we agreeing right now?  ’
‘  i’m not saying ghosts are real, i’m just saying.  ’
‘  can you imagine if you got sleep paralysis in this room?  ’
‘  why would you fucking say that right before we’re about to sleep?  ’
‘  dude, why would you say that? you know one of my greatest fears is a face staring at me through the window.  ’
‘  even if we get possessed tonight, we can have a nice brewski after.  ’
‘  well, i’m just trying to distract myself now.  ’
‘  the late 1800′s was peak ghost time. 90% of ghosts are from that era.  ’
‘  you never really hear about a ghost from 2010 or so that’s wearing like a flannel and ripped jeans or some shit like that.  ’
‘  they’re followed by doom.  ’
‘  they’re really just getting boned by fate now.  ’
‘  do you think because you believe in all of this stuff that you have a higher chance of being a ghost?  ’
‘  i’d be a pleasant ghost. i’d like pour people tea and stuff like that or i’d do chores around the house and i’d tip my hat and i’d tap dance out of the room.  ’
‘  right, doesn’t that sound great? wouldn’t you like to be haunted by me?  ’
‘  this is the sorrowful room. do you feel sorrowful in here?  ’
‘  i’m fine with not talking too much to he because she scares me.  ’
‘  i feel a little bit like i’m being watched, but i don’t mind it.  ’
‘  oh fuck, dude. i feel really weird all the sudden.  ’
‘  i don’t feel particularly strange, it’s just not a great chair.  ’
‘  now that’s just rude.  ’
‘  it’s kinda just a dick thing to do.  ’
‘  how do you arrest a ghost? you can’t.  ’
‘  you better watch out or the ghost of yankee jim will give you some taffy. some folks say they hear him playing a jolly little kazoo tune in the middle of the night.  ’
‘  he’s not a ghost. that’s not a spooky enough name.  ’
‘  if i were him, i’d haunt this place.  ’
‘  let’s do it before i change my mind. let’s just do it.  ’
‘  watch your language!  ’
‘  well, you’re not a man of your word.  ’
‘  it’s a nice sunset. enjoy it, it’s the last one you’re ever gonna see.  ’
‘  you don’t think ‘the grey ghost’ is a pretty cool nickname?  ’
‘  right, yeah, it’s a haunted ziplock bag.  ’
‘  before that toothpaste hit the floor, i didn’t believe in ghosts. i thought this was all b.s.  ’
‘  i swore i’d never return, but here i sit, like a freakin’ idiot.  ’
‘  who stores laundry detergent in a gin bottle, though?  ’
‘  by the way, i have a bottle of whiskey in my room if you wanna go drink it.  ’
‘  that just fucking cut through that thing like a hot butter patty.  ’
‘  ‘ugh’? that’s all you gotta say about that?  ’
‘  boats are tough, ya’know? it’s not an easy life, the boat life..  ’
‘  are you scared right now?  ’
‘  you’re not fucking scared right now?  ’
‘  could it have been my imagination? of course. could it have been a spirit? well, maybe.  ’
‘  i just think it’s embarrassing for them to drown in a pool… on a boat.  ’
‘  it looks like it’d be pretty easy to get crushed to death here.  ’
‘  a little seamen lubrication, huh? c’mon, that was funny.  ’
‘  do i feel strange right here? yep, i don’t like it.  ’
‘  okay, now i’m starting to get scared again.  ’
‘  you’re really gonna hate this.  ’
‘  i have a feeling i’m really gonna hate this.  ’
‘  you’re gonna lose your mind.  ’
‘  they laughed and told me i was an idiot to my face.  ’
‘  i don’t think we’ve ever attempted something more idiotic than this.  ’
‘  did you just fart? you piece of shit.  ’
‘  oh crap, i’m starting to psych myself out again.  ’
‘  i don’t know what you did. i’m angry again.  ’
‘  what the fuck? it’s morning.  ’
‘  she’s a beaut. you’re a beautiful lady. i love your bones.  ’
‘  alright, approach it with an open mind. let’s get started.  ’
‘  so this is just a bunch of hobos and rapscallions who were meeting down by the train tracks?  ’
’  28% of people believe in the existence of a new world order.  ’
‘  28% of people probably believe that the sun moves around the earth.  ’
‘  well, i don’t have any scientific polls for that, so…  ’
‘  i’m just sayin’ people are dumb!  ’
‘  that’s not creepy? that didn’t make your spine tingle a little bit?  ’
‘  oh, i can’t wait for that parade of other ‘experts’ you’ve got lined up.  ’
‘  4% believe that lizard people control our societies.  ’
‘  xeroxing is not how cloning works!  ’
‘  what are you, a clone expert now?  ’
‘  i don’t believe you. i’ll fucken look it up right now.  ’
‘  he looks like he just pooped his pants.  ’
‘  the name of their child, blue ivy, has been interpreted to stand for ‘born living under evil illuminati’s very youngest.’  ’
‘  so this has just moved to… like, frat-level hazing?  ’
‘  i am not in the illuminati, she is not in the illuminati… you may be.  ’
‘  by the way, if the illuminati is a real thing, the fact that they have a public relations director… fucking amazing, right?  ’
‘  i’m not saying that there’s lizard people– ah, fuck, i guess that is what i’m saying.  ’
‘  what the hell are you talking about? you’re making this all up.  ’
‘  what the fuck are we doing here?  ’
‘  get our little detectives hat out.  ’
‘  is this all in our mind?  ’
‘  this could be the most elaborate delusion of all.  ’
‘  these are true crime serial killer trading cards.  ’

          (   videos:   one,   two,   three,   four,   five.   )

Better This Way (Chapter Eleven)

Long Chapter this time, lots happens! LOTS HAPPENS. I expect lots of screaming and long asks talking about your favorite parts lol This Chapter should just SLAY you guys.

ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE

Buckle up!
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The news stations weren’t entirely sure why or how the helicopter had crashed onto the roof of the skyscraper, but there it was.

The blades were still running, ripping through the air and the body was wedged into and against some railing, leaning precariously over the edge of the roof.

The people inside were screaming, too terrified of pushing the helicopter over the edge if they moved, too terrified of falling hundreds of feet to their death if they stayed. Emergency personnel were scrambling, trying to figure out how to save the six people in without sending the chopper crashing to the ground and exploding at the bottom of the building– something that could bring the building down and probably kill everyone inside.

It was not a good situation.

Peter was swinging towards the scene as fast as he could, all thoughts of anything and anyone pushed from his mind as he raced towards the accident.

He had just barely arrived, just barely landed on the roof when Deadpool went running past him, heading right for the chopper doors.

“Pool, wait!” he yelled, but the man didn’t even slow down, so Peter just started firing webs, flinging everything he had at the landing skids and tail rotor and tying them off onto the building, working his way closer as he did.

Wade glanced back, flashed him a thumbs up and Peter flung a few more webs to secure it before running to help him.

The door of the cabin was crushed, but Peter just grabbed and wrenched it off, sending it flying somewhere back behind them, and reached in to grab the first person.

“Hi!” he shouted over the noise. “Pool and I are gonna get you guys out of here alright? Just hold on!”

Peter carried the woman to the side of the building, looking over the side to where the firefighters had extended their rescue ladders and cranes as far as they could. “Ma’am, there is about a hundred feet between us and them, alright? I’m going to lower you down to them–” he raised his voice when the women started screaming– “–no listen, it’s perfectly safe. I definitely weigh more than you and my webs keep me safe every single day. Alright? Alright, here we go.”

It took a little convincing and some fancy web work, but Peter finally got her over the edge and into the arms of the firemen below, letting go just in time to turn and get the next person from Wade.

“Hey honey, this nice little Spider is gonna take good care of you alright?” Wade said to the eight year old, and handed her over to Peter without even looking at him, turning to run back.

Back and forth they went, until all six of the passengers were safe on the ground below, and all that was left was the pilot.

“I got him!” Wade yelled and Peter shook his head.

“No! Too close to the edge, I can get him! At least I can catch myself if I fall! Goddamnit Pool wait! The webs won’t hold!”

“Maybe you should make better webs then!” Wade called over his shoulder and kept running.

“This isn’t a fucking joke, Wade! Stop!”

It happened all too fast, and horrifyingly slow all at the same time.

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Future

The song of the ocean breeze fills the air around you and Shawn as you lazily swing back and forth in that old hammock on the front porch of the house you’re renting, the one with ropes that looked about ready to snap. Shawn spent the day yesterday repairing it while you watched him, iced tea in hand, sunglasses perched on your nose and encouragements falling from your lips. (“Babe, your back looks so good like that”; “Stop wiggling your ass at me dipshit”; “Can you take your pants off too?”)

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Is the witch Stiles tag due for an update? It's my favorite tag.

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Witch by Darkrose517 (1/? | 1,986 | PG13)

After everything with the Void, Stiles goes through some of his mom’s things and what he finds leads him to discover that his family might have more to do with the supernatural than he ever thought.

The Wolf in the Tower by exclamation (18/? | 33,866 | R)

Too many people are scared of witches so when Stiles accidentally sets a building on fire with magic, he is taken prisoner and dragged before Lord Hale. Rather than leave an untrained magic user free, Peter Hale thinks he might be able to make use of Stiles’ skills and hands Stiles over to his sorceror Deaton to be trained. Stiles is still unsure about his future, but he’s even more confused when he finds out that one of his new duties involves feeding the black wolf imprisoned at the top of one of the towers. There’s something very strange about this wolf and Stiles can’t help wondering if magic might be involved.

Forever Charmed by ChrysX (1/1 | 5,863 | PG13)

This is a Charmed AU and more precisely an adaptation of the S01E21 episode “Love hurts”. Stiles is a new witch, living with his cousins, Allison and Lydia, at the Deaton Manor. He’s in love with Derek Hale but he has not seen him in months as the man has disappeared without a warning or an explanation. And then one night he comes back and it turns out that Derek was not exactly who Stiles thought he was. Also he’s dying…

Make Me Blush (Zombie Guts) by AsagiStilinski (1/1 | 16,042 | PG13)

Derek is not having a good day, he ended up in a cold shower, broke a glass, burned himself, and if that all wasn’t bad enough, his sister called out on her promise to babysit, leaving him with no other choice than to take his five-year-old daughter with him to his new job, normally that would be a problem, but apparently you can take some liberties when working on a show about zombies, and one of the main stars of the show just so happens to love Derek’s daughter (almost as much as he loves Derek)

Kang Dongho Mafia AU
  • you work at a flower shop across the street from a tattoo shop
  • it’s the oldest cliche in the book, but to be fair, when your aunt opened up the shop, the tattoo place hadn’t been there
  • you’re only working there to help out your aunt, but you find that the flower shop is a really nice place to work
  • you enjoy the lush feeling of the damp air, and how relaxing and calming it is to water the flowers and care for the various potted plants
  • you’ve noticed that a lot of people seem to come to the tattoo shop
  • and there’s always this one guy who goes with them
  • he’s pretty tall, muscular, with dark brown hair gelled up
  • one time, you point him out to your aunt and she clicks her tongue
  • “ah, those punks almost made me want to move my shop” she sighed “dear, don’t get mixed up with them. they’re the mafia”
  • you were never one to listen to adult figures lol
  • one time, you were casually watering some tulips when you heard someone cough awkwardly
  • (you were in the shop by yourself, since your aunt was out running errands)
  • you turned around to see the guy standing there, eyebrows raised
  • “hi, welcome to ivy and rose, how can i help you?” you parroted, rushing forward to stand at the counter
  • “um, my friend wanted to buy a plant for someone,” he explained
  • you nodded, walking over to where the potted plants were kept
  • “what type of plant were you thinking?” you asked “we have different types of flowers, succulents, shrubs.”
  • he stares at you blankly
  • “i was thinking… something green?”
  • you laughed, “how familiar is this person with caring for plants?”
  • “to be honest, i’m not really sure,” he confessed, growing slightly embarrassed, “i’m not the one giving the gift”
  • “why don’t you go with a simple succulent, then,” you suggested, lifting a small pot of tiger tooth aloe “they’re easy to care for, water maybe one every few days, direct sunlight”
  • he nodded, picking the little plant up
  • after paying for it, he heads out, and you resume watering the tulips
  • he pauses at the door and glances at you
  • “hey, what did you say your name was again?”
  • you look up from the tulips
  • “i didn’t, actually.”
  • a couple days later, he’s back?
  • this time, he looks around the flowers and picks a random bunch and pays
  • he was wearing a tank top and you could clearly see the tattoos that decorated his arms and chest
  • “so, can i ask for your name?” he asked with a small smile, looking up at you as he pulled his wallet out to pay, the glance making your heart race
  • “(y/n),” you responded, giving him a smile
  • dongho stopping by the flower shop becomes a regular thing
  • he’ll buy a small potted flower plant or a boquet, always asking you how you’re doing
  • one day, you came back from running errands and dongho and your aunt were sitting at the cash register sipping tea
  • when he leaves, you’re like
  • “auntie, didn’t you say he was bad news?”
  • “ah, that’s before i learned what a gentleman he was!”
  • that night, an unknown number texted you
  • it was dongho?
  • apparently, your aunt gave him your phone number,,,
  • “you need to put yourself out there, (y/n),” your aunt advised wisely, watching you sweep up fallen petals and dead leaves
  • sometimes you had to stay at the shop really late and close up, since your aunt took care of your grandmother on friday nights over in the next town
  • the shop closed at 10pm, and you’d usually get out of there by eleven
  • it became a habit for dongho to call you and keep you company while you were cleaning up the shop
  • one night, you were in the back room, checking to make sure that the fridges that held cut flowers was on when you heard someone come into the shop
  • “sorry dongho, i gotta go, someone just came in,” you said to dongho on the other line
  • “the shop is closed currently,” you shouted to the front, putting down the roses in your hand and hurrying to the front of the store and shoving your phone into your back pocket
  • a group of guys, maybe five or six of them, stood there, dressed in all black and heavily tattooed
  • “gentlemen, the shop is closed for the night, we open again tomorrow at 9 am.”
  • “we’re not here for flowers, sweetheart,” one of them growled, and another leaned over to pull the shades to the shop closed
  • three of the guys pulled out guns, pointing them at you, and you felt like passing out, shakily raising your hands
  • “w-what’s going on?” you asked, heart racing, “why are there guns, do you need anything?”
  • “don’t play stupid,” one of them growled, “you know where the flashdrive is, tell us”
  • “i don’t know any flashdrive,” you said, panicked. you felt tears starting to stream down your face, scared by the situation
  • “like hell you don’t,” another guy hissed, “you really think we’d believe that baekho’s girlfriend doesn’t know where the fucking flashdrive is?”
  • “i don’t know a baekho,” you sobbed, tears clouding up your vision, “and i don’t have a boyfriend, i swear, you have the wrong person”
  • one of them growled again, kicking over a bucket of daisies that had been sitting in water. you whimpered as the flowers and water rushed all over the floor
  • “maybe it’s somewhere in here,” one of them commented dryly, knocking over three or four more buckets of flowers
  • “dumbass, they wouldn’t be there,” his companion groaned, “it’s fucking hardware, you can’t put that in water”
  • “why don’t you just call up your little boytoy baekho and this whole thing will be over for you,” the guy who had done the most talking said, waving his gun to where your phone was
  • behind you, you heard a gun click
  • “i don’t think that’ll be necessary,” you heard dongho snarl, before someone grabbed you by the back of your shirt, pulling you down
  • gunfire started almost immediately, and you were yanked behind the counter where the cash register was by dongho
  • above you, one of dongho’s friends squeezed the trigger of his gun, released a round of bullets
  • you whimpered, trying to cover your ears, the loud noise of the gunfire almost deafening
  • dongho pulled you towards him, wrapping his arms around you and firmly pressing his hands over your ears so that you couldn’t hear the noise
  • “are you okay?” he mouthed, quickly checking to make sure you weren’t injured anywhere
  • you nodded mutely, starting to cry again
  • he pulled you closer to him, engulfing you in a huge hug, and you closed your eyes, sniffling into his black collared shirt
  • slowly, the gunfire tapered off, and dongho grunted slightly as he got up, pulling you with him
  • the guys who had come into the shop were sitting on the ground in a circle, hands tied behind their backs with the twine you used to tie bouquets up
  • the rest of the night was kind of a blur for you– dongho brought you out to his car and buckled you into the passenger seat, covering your shoulders with a heavy, worn out leather jacket
  • he drove you to your aunt’s house where you were staying, carefully walking you inside
  • as you numbly brushed your teeth, you heard dongho talking to your aunt in a soft voice, explaining what had happened that night
  • your aunt made sure to check in with you, and stayed with you that night to make sure you were okay, insisting that you take a couple days off to rest
  • finally, after three days, you decided to return to work, and were surprised to find dongho carrying huge bags of mulch into the store
  • “good morning, dear,” your aunt greeted you cheerfully, “dongho here has been helping me around the shop, him and his little gang–”
  • “auntie, we’re not a little gang,” dongho sighed, obviously embarrased
  • “–have been helping me!”
  • you laughed at how excited she looked, a frail old lady patting dongho’s muscular shoulder
  • “dear, why don’t you go in the back and help dongho out with that mulch, yeah?”
  • you followed her into the back room, clearing a space to put the bags of mulch
  • when dongho had done so, you headed back to the front room, struggling to tie your green apron on
  • you felt dongho carefully take the strings from you, tying a bow with the apron strings
  • “(y/n), i’m sorry,” he said quietly, making you turn around to face him, “i feel really bad for getting you into this whole situation.”
  • “what are you talking about?” you frowned at him, “it wasn’t your fault, it was a mix-up.”
  • he sighed, taking a seat at the table, placed there for when you or your aunt took your lunch break
  • you sat as well, confused
  • “it,,, it wasn’t a mix-up.”
  • “but they were talking about a baekho,” you replied, confused, “you’re not baekho.”
  • “yeah, i am,” dongho replied, eyes never leaving your face, “that’s what people in 101 know me as, what people in the underground know me as. the flashdrive had some major extortion material on a high-up prosecutor, and svt needs that information as much as we do.”
  • you rubbed your face, still confused, “but i still don’t understand why they would think i was dating you.”
  • dongho smiled that same grin that never failed to make your heart pound
  • “well, i guess they mistook one person being in love for two people being in love.”
  • you stared at him in absolute horror, feeling your cheeks heat up, “did… did auntie tell you? that i like you?”
  • “what? no,” dongho started laughing, “(y/n), i was talking about myself.”
  • “wait, what?” you gaped at dongho, thoroughly confused. “you like me?”
  • “you like me,” dongho retorted, smirking at you
  • “you both like each other,” your aunt sighed, standing in the doorway to the back room with her arms cross, “and i won’t like you if you two keep dilly-dallying to avoid work.”
  • you traded an amused look with dongho, getting to your feet
  • as the two of you hurried to follow your aunt to the front of the store, you grabbed dongho’s hand and leaned up, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek
  • (auntie took a picture, cackling loudly)
  • (and it’s dongho’s lockscreen and wallpaper on literally any electronic device he uses)

yells “yes!” like mark from nct when he finally sneezed after 218948234 years bc suck it tumblr, i finished this scenario for the second time

Escape: the Bree years

She opened up the cloth bound journal.  The journal that she had picked up from the stationary store on her walk the day after her lunch with Jenny. 

A gratitude journal.

Jenny had suggested she write just five things a day for which she was thankful.  The only stipulation was that she had to write one thing about Jamie. In the beginning it had been difficult, but after a while, she was able to see all the things he did do for her around the house, all the attentions he paid her. They were small, but nonetheless, they were there.  

One entry mentioned the dinner he had brought home unexpectedly.  Another noted the three loads of laundry he did one Sunday while she napped with the baby.  Today she would write down how Jamie had held her after dinner.  There was no particular reason.  He had come up behind her, turned her in his arms, and held her, swaying slightly.  

It was helping.  Claire felt less like a maid, and more like a partner.  She felt less jealous, and more supported.  

Claire was falling in love with her husband all over again.

Now she needed to work on the next part of her plan.


Jamie trudged through the door on a Friday afternoon, exhausted.  All he wanted was dinner, some time with his family, a cold beer and a rugby match on the telly. He dropped his backpack by the front door, then thought better of it.  He knew clutter seemed to bother Claire now, so he picked it up and took it down the hall to his office.  

Heading back into the kitchen he skidded to a stop.

“Jesus. God, Claire.”

Her jeans were skin tight.  Her black top, form fitting.  Jamie was an ass man, but her figure these days was downright sinful.  Because she was nursing her breasts were nothing short of spectacular.  For the first time in a long time her hair was down, the soft curls bouncing around her face, shiny and thick.  

She took his breath away.

“Hi!  How was your day?”  She came toward him, smile bright, while Bree kicked her little legs in anticipation of seeing her Da.  

He was helpless at the sight of her moving towards him, hips subtly swaying. “Wow, Sassenach. You look gorgeous.”

Claire’s steps faltered just a little with surprise, and she felt her face get red. She giggled, eyes downcast, lifting Bree up to him.  Except he didn’t take her. He was still mesmerized by his wife, and instead of taking the baby he ran his fingers up her throat, and gently forced her chin up with his thumbs toward his waiting mouth. He inhaled deeply as he kissed her.  

“We have a babysitter coming,” Claire whispered against his lips.  

“What? When? Who is it?”  Jamie snapped to attention and finally took hold of his daughter.  

“Any minute.”  Claire spun around towards the kitchen.  His groin reacted at the sight of how those jeans hugged her arse.  “And it’s your sister.”

“Jenny?  Really?  Why?”  Jamie was genuinely confused.  

“We’re going on a date, Fraser.”  And with that, the buzzer sounded.  


“I want to talk to you about something.” They’d had a nice meal with relaxed conversation.  It was time.  Claire’s hands were clasped tight in her lap. 

Jamie could not believe the change in Claire.  Slowly, over a matter of weeks his wife had seemed to come back to him.  She seemed less tense, more willing to accept help, and more affectionate.  Dinner was at her favourite little Italian restaurant close to their house.  They had walked there on this crisp, clear night with the moon a giant ball of shimmering light.  They walked close together, just as they had in the early days of dating and marriage with her hand slipped into his back pocket, and his long arm draped around her shoulders.  The idea of a night out alone with his wife was enough to give him a second wind and banish the thought that Bree was too young for a babysitter.  

“Something wrong, mo neighean donn?”

“No. Nothing’s wrong.  It’s just….I want to go back to work.”  Claire rushed through the next part of her prepared speech.  “I know it’s sooner than I need to, and I know it’s sooner than you hoped, but when Bree is six months old, I want to go back at least two days a week.  I want to talk to Dr. Gowan and see if that’s a possibility.  I think it would be good for me.”

Jamie took a sip of his wine.  He didn’t want to think about this yet.  “Ye seem in better spirits lately, Claire.  Is this why?  Because yer thinking of going to work?”

Before, Claire would have been angry at his response.  Now, she tried to take his comment in the spirit for which she hoped it was intended.   Claire knew she didn’t have a hidden agenda, and that Jamie was dreading this moment.  “No. I’ve been really trying.  The walks help.”

“Walks?” Jamie leaned forward, elbows on the table, so he could look her fully in the face. “When do ye walk?”

Claire laughed.  “I walk every morning, Jamie.  With Bree.”  She didn’t understand his surprise.  If Alec knew, Jamie must know.

“Where do ye walk?” Jamie was pleasantly surprised by this information. Clearly that’s how she had gotten her figure back so soon.

“We have our favourites.  The Museum.  The Castle.  The Library.”

“What?”  Jamie reared back against his chair.  “Christ, Claire, some of those are 15 kilometers round trip!  With Bree?”

“No, Jamie, I leave Bree at home to do the washing up.”  She rolled her eyes.  “Of course with Bree! Sometimes I get on the tram for a bit, then walk.  Depends on my mood, and the weather.”

Jamie was stunned.  How did he not know this?  “What about her feedings? And her naps?”  

“Some days I take the pram.  Some days I wear the baby carrier.  And she naps just fine.  As for feeding her, it’s still very portable.”  Claire gestured to her breasts.  Jamie glanced down and subconsciously licked his lips. 

“I stop in some familiar spots.  One of them is a great little bistro on the other side of Dean’s Village near the Gallery.  The people know us there.”  Claire sat back in her chair, mildly annoyed but trying to keep her anxiety at bay.  

“Come on, Jamie.  Are you telling me you didn’t send Alec out to keep watch? Because he knows about my walks.”

“He DOES?” Jamie sat bolt upright while his voice rose in shock and indignation. Claire leaned forward and laid a hand on his arm, shushing him.

“Are you seriously angry, Jamie?  Because you can see Bree is growing well, and she’s fine.  And I can’t tell you how much it’s helped me.”

Jamie took a deep breath.  This was not the point of this conversation.  She had asked him about work, so he tried his best to refocus.  I’ll be havin’ a long conversation with Alec in the mornin’ however. 

“No.  Not angry, Sassenach.  Just embarrassed at how much I’ve no’ paid attention to what ye do all day.  I’m sorry for that,” he offered.

Claire smiled.  And there it was.  The entry for her gratitude journal tonight. 

“Talk to Dr. Gowan, Claire.  See what he says first.  Then, when we ken what yer schedule might be we’ll talk about the next step.”  He reached over, and pushed a tendril of hair behind her ear.  “I dinna mean to ruin anything.  I’m havin’ the grandest time tonight, mo ghraidh.”

“Good, because we’re off to Deacon Brodie’s.”

Jamie laughed and picked up his glass to drain it.  “Snooker?”  He leaned in close, his lips almost touching hers. Claire closed her eyes in anticipation of his kiss.  Instead she heard him whisper, “I’ll mop the floor with ye.”


Jamie turned away for about the dozenth time that night and tried to readjust his jeans to get comfortable.  Claire wasn’t the best at pool but the woman wasn’t bad either.  She kept telling him it was really just Geometry, and that she was good at math.  Of course, when he was young and single he had spent a lot of time in snooker halls.  He loved the game.  But how the hell was he to concentrate when she would bend over the table and that perfectly round arse would rest there in front of him?  

Ifrinn, the fantasies she aroused.  He’d have her right there if he could.  And the vixen knew it.  

The third time she leaned over and sunk a ball, she’d looked back over her shoulder leaving her arse right where it was.  Oh, she knew.  

So he’d moved to stand in front of her when she took her shots.  That idea was even worse because then he was privy to the way the tips of her breasts would brush the green felt when she leaned down to sight the ball.  

His body reacted like a 23 year old virgin.  

He drained his Tennent’s lager and motioned for another.  Two could play at that game.  

When she bent down again, he walked up and pressed himself against her bottom. She gasped at his hardness, the length of him revealing his arousal. Claire flinched so much that her cue hit the felt and popped the white ball up and over the edge of the table.  She stood quickly.  “Jamie,” she whispered furiously, “What in hell are you doing?”

Jamie spoke softly next to her ear, all the while pressing her against the length of himself, his arm around her waist.  “Lettin’ ye know that if you win this game it’s only because I’m thinking of later, when yer naked ow’er top of me with my tongue on yer breasts and my cock - OOF!”

Claire elbowed him in the stomach.

Jamie staggered back a step, taking deep breaths.  The look he fixed on her when he regained his breath showed no interest in any more games, sexy or otherwise.  

“That was yer shot, Lass.  Now, step away.”  

Claire watched as Jamie proceeded to run the table, sinking coloured ball, then red ball, then another coloured ball.  He moved quickly and decisively, like a big cat sighting it’s prey.  Once in a while he’d spare her a glance full of simmering heat and banked desire while he took a sip of his lager, or surveyed the table. Then, he’d set down the glass, and the run was on again.   

When he sank the last ball he put his cue in the rack, drained his glass and turned a lustful gaze on Claire.  “I’ve had enough, mo neighean donn. Get yer things.  We’re leavin’.”


Jenny was bouncing a fussy Bree when he opened the door.  “I told ye Mummy would be here soon,” she said, and kissed Bree’s chubby cheek.  The baby squealed and wriggled in her aunt’s arms at the sight of her parents.  

Jamie watched as Claire hugged Jenny and thanked her for giving them this evening together.  She took Bree and disappeared up the stairs.  Jamie helped Jenny on with her coat, then walked her down the stairs to her car, both sharing details of their evenings.

“Jenny,” Jamie said, holding the car door open for her.  “I canna thank ye enough. Tonight was the most fun we’ve had in months.  Thank ye for watching Bree. Truly.”

“Och, Brother, ye’ve watched my bairns enough time.  I’m excited to be able to return the favour.”  Jenny raised an eyebrow, “Now get inside, lad.  That child was hungry and tired.  She won’t be long to bed.”  

She paused a moment and said, “And by the looks of you and Claire, ye won’t be either.”

“Wheesht, Jenny.  Dinna embarrass me,” but his grin implied anything but embarrassment as he closed the door.

Claire met him in the corridor as he hit the top of the stairs.  Without stopping he took three strides and grabbed the waistband of her jeans.  Her hands had already been there though, popping the button and sliding down the zipper. In one smooth move he peeled off the denim, then lifted her up, one hand around her waist, the other under her thigh.  She wound her legs around his hips and tangled her hands in his hair.  

Their kisses were hot, open mouthed, and desperate.  

He moved toward the wall, oblivious to the fact they were steps from Bree’s room.  As he walked Claire stripped off her top and tossed it.  Jamie groaned at the sight before him.  A Dhia, her breasts were plump and soft, straining to be free of the bra. He lifted her higher, and bent his head, kissing the tops, tongue tracing the edge of the fabric, then dipping under to reach a nipple.

“Talk to me,” Claire breathed.  She grabbed his head tighter forcing him to look at her.  “Tell me you love me,” she whispered against his lips.

“More than my own life, Claire.” His tongue licked her upper lip before he kissed her.

“More than anyone?”  She pulled at his curls, harder now.

He paused and looked deep into her topaz eyes.  He saw lust, to be sure, and love.  He knew Claire, knew her well, and he saw insecurities as well.  What demon was she facing now?  

She bit her lip, waiting, panting, hoping he would say the right thing.  

“Are ye suggesting I’ve played ye false? Because no, mo graidh, never.”

He caught the barest flicker of her eyes towards Bree’s room.

Holy Mother of God and all the Saints before Her.  I’m throbbing for her, and she thinks…I love her less than Brianna?

Jamie pressed her back against the wall as one hand came up to cup the side of her face.  

“Nèamhan, Sassenach.  All I have comes from you.  Our marriage.  Our family. Yer my one and only.  Mo graidh.  Yer face is my heart, Sassenach, and the love of you is my soul.”  

Claire whimpered, and kissed him again, fiercely, almost violently.  

Jamie grabbed her hair and forced her head back.  “I love Bree with all my heart. But I love Bree because she has so much of you.  She has yer smile. She has that way of taking her wee fingers and stroking my neck like ye do. Like yer doin’ now.”

Claire’s fingers stilled and she breathed a small laugh in reply.

She kissed him again, his jaw, behind his ear.  She ground herself against him. “Help me.”

“Help ye what?”  God how he wanted her.  Jamie reached down and undid his belt and jeans.  He shifted Claire so that he was poised, ready to enter her.  

She moved restlessly, trying to hurry him, to get closer to him, as close as possible.  

“Help ye what, Claire?  Tell me.”  Claire groaned and twisted her head from side to side.  Jamie had never seen her like this.  

“I hate feeling jealous,” she said, between gritted teeth.  “I hate myself for it.  I want to be free of it.”    

There she’d said it.  Out loud.  For a moment she watched his eyes go wide, and then narrow like the cat’s eyes they were.  

Then he was in her.  With one solid thrust, he filled her.  Claire arched her back, and let her legs slide down to encircle his thighs.  

“Now ye listen to me, Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp,” he said, driving into her slowly and steadily, his mouth next to her ear, “Jealous, is it?  Did ye no’ see those men in the pub?  Eyein’ my wife.  My sexy…” he pushed into her, “beautiful…” then out, then in again, “strong wife.” Every word was punctuated by his body.  

His breathing was heavy, his words measured.  “Ye’ve no idea the nights I sit up watching over ye.  Yer in my dreams, asleep and waking.”  He kissed her then, his tongue finding hers in a lover’s dance.  

“I will never love anyone the way I love you.  I think of no one else when I’m with ye.”

Claire could feel the pleasure building.  His voice was raspy, and rough, cleansing her, washing away the darkness in her mind.  The sweat between them made their bodies slick.  God, he felt so good.  She risked a look and saw that his eyes were as dark as the ocean during a storm, heavy-lidded and sultry. 

His words washed over her like holy water, forgiving her sin.  

“I just want to be the Claire you fell in love with.”

Jamie ground his body into her again.  “Nay, lass.  That Claire is gone.  But this Claire.  A Dhia, this Claire is more seasoned, more fiery, more…” Speech was getting hard for him.  His body was screaming for release.  

“More of everything….GOD. CLAIRE!”

He felt her legs shake, felt her shudder around him, felt her nails bite his flesh. Felt the groan that tore from her chest.

Felt himself get lost in her.  


Later, in the wee hours before dawn he woke to her touch, as she climbed back in bed.  A light stroking on his back, tracing his scars.  Her mouth soft on his shoulder.  

“Tell me again,” she whispered.

Jamie smiled sleepily and rolled over on top of his wife, coaxing her to open her legs.  

He settled himself between her thighs.  

Leannan, I was just dreamin’ about ye….”

photo credits:  Claire @trixenfic  Pub: @thescarlettpeacock

2

Once upon a time a 17 year old English girl fell in love with a talented but relatively unknown country singer by the name of Taylor Swift. PLOT TWIST: 11 years later she is one of the most successful artists in history and I just spent my Friday night hanging out with her at her house. Wanna know how this happened? I’m going to tell you my story. Get yourself comfy (maybe some cocoa or a nice sweater) and listen up. 

I don’t claim to be the biggest Taylor Swift fan in the world, but like every Swiftie I would always like to think I am. I have loved Taylor for longer than I can remember and one of my biggest dreams in life has always been to meet her. 

On 3rd October 2017 I woke up around 5am as I do every morning, and I turned off my alarm and turned my internet on. I had a few notifications, Facebook messenger, twitter, tumblr….but then there was a DM? I never get twitter DM’s, I’m not remotely interesting enough for anyone to want to speak to me, so who was this messaging me?

Half asleep and with my eyes still adjusting to the light I opened the DM screen and saw the words ‘Taylor Nation’. My whole body froze…that’s not what is says is it? I rubbed my eyes and looked again…it was. I clicked on the message and read it quickly. I didn’t really take it in, something about a Confidential Event. I dropped my phone onto my chest and looked at the ceiling trying to take in what I had just read. Was I having another Taylor dream ? Somehow I knew I wasn’t - the last Taylor dream I had we were eating banana splits in an old railway carriage turned into a diner…i don’t even like bananas. Somehow this seemed more plausible. 

I closed twitter and decided to ignore it for a second and look at my other notifications. There was a facebook message from my Swiftie friend Bethy telling me to have a good day and reminding me to keep my DMs on….wait, she had one to? I replied back saying 'I have, you too?’ and for a solid hour we were messaging eachother in code without either of us admitting what we had received in text…but we both knew. 

I sent my details over to Taylor Nation and tried to get ready for work…putting my jeans on back to front, loading the laundry into the machine without adding the washing liquid, walking around my house doing things which usually came naturally but for some reason took extra effort and concentration…something I was lacking. 

It was another 10 hours before my DM was replied to saying they would contact me soon. Soon? How soon is soon? Bethy and I continued talking to eachother imagining what it could be. Would we be in a live stream? A music video? Are we being invited to a show? An interview? In the back of our minds we wanted it to be a secret session but it wouldn’t be would it? People like us with a handful of followers whose idea of a great Friday night is to play Yahtzee while listening to Taylor Swift on repeat wouldn’t get invited, would we? 

Luckily soon was only 3 hours and I got a call from a New York number. I was at my parents house so I ran up the stairs to take the call. Some other Swiftie friends in a group chat were messaging me about stuff and I was trying to pick up but notifications were sending my phone into meltdown. Eventually I managed to pick up…then hang up on Taylor Nation. Yes, I hung up on Taylor Swift’s management group!!! (Sorry Ali). 

I tried to call back but it went to voice mail, so I sent them a DM and went for a wee. Ali called me again while I was on the toilet so I was nervously trying to finish peeing and then ran out to the top of the stairs to take the call. The signal in my parents house was awful and I kept shouting 'huh’ and 'hello?’ down the phone but Ali was so lovely. She told me I had been picked to be invited to a special event because I was a super fan and I could bring a +1. I knew Bethy was already going and I made a pact with Megan if ever we had an opportunity to meet Taylor we would take eachother. I hastily gave her Megan’s details and then passed Alex’s on to Bethy for her call before screaming at Alex to keep 13th October clear (for the record he is so difficult). On top of this I was also on holiday that day and so going to this event also meant cutting my holiday short…but this was Taylor Swift! 

I found out on Sunday 8th October that we had to meet at a hotel and would be shuttled to the location via bus. Unfortunately my bladder condition flared up on 10th October and I nervously contacted Taylor Nation for details of restroom facilities, scared I wouldn’t be able to go. I cried as I waited for an email back but Taylor Nation were so lovely….you could tell they worked for Taylor. I went to the local Dr on holiday and got antibiotics and instructions for bedrest for the 2 days before the event.  My bladder was still bad by early morning day of the event but luckily started clearing up as I travelled from Devon to London. 

The day of the event we all met up at Waterloo Station in London before travelling to the hotel where we needed to meet Taylor Nation. I was so nervous that everything was going wrong and had been in so much pain and in denial I was going to be well enough to go that I couldn’t believe it was happening. 

On the way from the tube to the hotel we saw a funeral directors with 4 gravestones in the window - were they for us when Taylor killed us with her music? A bus went past…the number 13? So typically Taylor! 

We arrived at the hotel and checked in. Taylor Nation were in the lobby (we didn’t know it was them). The receptionist asked if we were going to the knitting convention? I was confused…was this a cover story? All I kept thinking was 'I knit sweaters yo’….'no, we are going to meet some friends' we told them. 

We went upstairs to our room to get ready and when came down we didn’t know where to go. There seemed to be some type of line forming around the building and the sheer quantity of red lipstick and floaty dresses told me we were in the right place. 

We checked in with Taylor Nation and as I gave Elise my ID she said she liked my passport cover. It’s a picture of Taylor with 'grab your passport and my hand’ written on it. She confirmed with me that she was the one I had been emailing and I thanked her for her help. I then signed a NDA and got my really cool wristband which has 'United Kingdom’ in reputation font on it. And then we headed downstairs to wait for the bus. 

I was on bus number ¾ with Megan- Alex and Bethy had already gone on bus 2. I sat right behind the driver and he had his Satnav programmed with 3 different routes. He took the first route to somewhere random, loaded the second route and followed it, then loaded the third. It was clear he was trying to throw us off. As we entered part of the neighbourhood I felt very out of place. The cars had personalised plates, the houses were getting bigger, the hustle and bustle of London life seemed to getting further in the distance. 

Suddenly the bus stopped in front of a beautiful house…this was it…this was Taylor’s house? We were escorted off the bus and down to the side door which lead to a basement. The carpets were bouncy and the soundproof walls were so soft. We waited patiently for a few minutes and then suddenly the door opened and I caught a glimpse of a canvas of the New York skyline….this IS Taylor’s house. 

We were taken up the stairs to a central entrance hall with a staircase leading up to the top of the house and a corridor towards a large group of people with music playing - her Spotify playlist. The party was in the kitchen. Megan and I walked in to the kitchen, everything was so perfect. Ice buckets full of cans of soda and water, the best chicken bites I have ever tasted, cheese, vegetables and dip, reputation m&ms and cookies with REP on. There was so much I couldn’t even see it all.

We spotted our friend Bethy over in the corner by the French doors and headed over to speak to her. As we got there so did Scott Swift….the total legend and biggest fangirl ever. I told him I had briefly seen him in Nashville for 1989 and be told me the Mick Jagger story…the same one Taylor tells in interviews. Word for word and he beamed with pride as he told us stories about Taylor. There I was on a Friday night in Taylor Swift’s house talking to her dad about 2 megastars as if we were all old friends. And he was really interested in us, not just polite conversation but so enthralled that we loved his daughter as much as he did. True to Scott Swift fashion he gave us some guitar picks as me made his way onto the next group. 

I asked Alex where the toilet was and he took me out to the corridor…which hid a restroom behind huge grey panels. It was the nicest smelling toilet I have ever been in…and I have been in a lot! As I sat there peeing in Taylor’s toilet and looking at the Jo Malone candle burning by the sink I wondered…how did I get here?

Shortly after I left the toilet we were ushered across the entrance hall to a huge rectangular room. Opposite the door were large windows covered over by drapes and a single armchair - Taylor’s seat. The floor was adorned with cushion after cushion and Megan and I ran to the closest cushion to Taylor. Megan sat right in front of her and I squeezed in behind. This was a SECRET SESSION!!!!

A few minutes later I looked behind as the door opened and in walked a real angel to a round of screams and claps- red lips, natural 'I’ve just washed it’ curly hair, snake boots and a huge smile. She sat down in front of us on the seat and said 'Hi I’m Taylor’. Just like at tour, only this time not to 70,000…to just 100. 

And then the mystery was revealed. Taylor Nation hadn’t just randomly picked us off of various social media sites - we had been hand selected by Taylor herself who had stalked us for over a year and sent TN our profiles to invite us. It hit me…Taylor picked me?!?! The woman I have been 'stalking’ for 11 years had been stalking me too? Out of all the fans in Europe I was one she wanted to meet. I don’t think that will ever fully sink in. 

Taylor played us her album, telling us little stories about each song - the inspiration, the recording processes, the reactions from friends and family. It was so much to take in but watching Taylor mouth along to the words, act out different expressions and sitting-dance to all of the songs was hilarious - I wasn’t in the presence of a celebrity, I was sitting with my best friend appreciating the biggest achievement she will ever have - true happiness. Taylor Swift is truly happy, about life, about her music, about her fans and it is nothing short of magical. 

As each song played I really wondered how Taylor could top it, but she did…over and over again. Time went so quickly and it felt like the world’s biggest and best slumber party, except we didn’t get to sleep over. 

At one point it was so hot that Scott Swift had to open all the doors to let the air in. As Taylor played his favourite song from the album she called for him to come and listen and he made a joke that he was actually handing out guitar picks to the neighbours. 

After Taylor finished playing the album I looked around. Everyone was so Wonderstruck by what they had heard and I looked at Taylor and she looked so content. I don’t know whether she was worried by what our reactions would be but all we had for this album was love…and I hope Taylor knows that. 

After the listening session we were handed copies of the reputation magazines while we were waiting for photos. Megan and I were some of the first to go in. I was so focused on getting to the event that I hadn’t even thought about what to say. Taylor ran over to Megan and hugged her and started talking about her bright pink hair. She loved it and it had been distracting her all evening. Then Taylor hugged me and I hugged her back like I had never hugged anyone before. She was so tall like a giraffe but with the grace of a swan…and I was me. I whispered 'thank you for inviting me’ and she smiled. I didn’t want to let go.

As so many people were waiting they sort of rushed us with a picture. Taylor grabbed hold of us with her arms around our shoulders and smiled so sincerely at the camera. I wanted to talk to Taylor as I didn’t get a chance but we were ushered off. As Megan walked out front if me I went to turn and talk to Taylor when Megan suddenly shouted 'we went to Nashville’. Taylor screamed back excitedly 'I know’ with the biggest smile on her face. So…I didn’t get to talk to Taylor but she knew we went to Nashville. She really did stalk me.

When we left the room we were greeted by Mama Swift. I told her about my mum being terminally ill with Cancer and how she had gotten test results that day but she wanted me to be with Taylor instead. She gave me an extra hug and told me to hug my mum for her. I told my mum later and she started crying. Someone she has never met wished her well…it isn’t just Taylor, it is her whole family. 

We were taken back to the basement to collect Merch bags with a T-shirt, hat, sticker, pop socket and exclusive secret sessions keyring. It was so lovely of Taylor to give us something more to remember the day. 

I got the bus back to the hotel and sat talking to Ali the whole way about the album and Nashville….I may have also invited her to CMA fest next year.

By the time I got back to the hotel and collected my belongings (which had been taken from us earlier) I was shattered but I couldn’t sleep. I posted on twitter and suddenly my phone couldn’t stop vibrating…thousands of retweets and likes. I sat there trying to figure out what happened but I’m still not even sure I believe it myself.

It took me 2 whole days to cry…not because I didn’t care but because this wasn’t the norm. I had stood outside countless radio stations and events before and not met Taylor…I had cried. I had come away from concerts and not been picked for Loft or Club Red etc and cried…but this was different. Not only had I met Taylor, she had picked me. I couldn’t cry…I just felt a sense of fulfillment, of achievement, of love. By the time I did cry if wasn’t because of what happened; it was because I missed her. 

But this is not the end of my story with Taylor…I feel like this is the start of a new chapter. I came away with a whole mind of memories and countless new friends - affectionately known as FANtom Squad.

Friday 13 October was the best night of my life; I will never be able to thank Taylor enough and I’ll probably never have a chance to say what I wanted to say. But after years of hiding it & toning down this side of my life to please people I can honestly I am not ashamed of who I am because who I am is exactly how @taylorswift likes me. 

raerae245245  asked:

13 Victuri

13. things you said at the kitchen table

“Uh-oh.”

It’s not easy to look at Victor from this position, at opposite angles of the curve in the staircase, but Yuuri Katsuki is no quitter. “What?” he says. “Why’d you stop?”

“Well?” Victor laughs and adjusts his grip on the table, craning his neck. “I didn’t stop so much as… we’re stuck?”

“Oh,” Yuuri says. Then, as it sinks in, “Oh.”

“This is it for us, my darling,” Victor says. “Undone by an out-of-service elevator and our own hubris.”

“No.” Yuuri chomps down on his lower lip to keep from giggling. “No, it’s okay, we can do this. It’s wedged against the wall. You push, and I’ll pull.”

“Dasvidaniya,” Victor says. “My only love.”

Victor,” Yuuri huffs, “if you make me laugh, I actually am going to drop this and kill us both, and I will not make an orphan out of Makkachin. On the count of five.”

With their combined effort, they wrench the table free. Yuuri yelps, half laughter and half dismay, when they gouge the stairwell wall. “Shhh,” Victor whispers, “we can fix it, we can fix it, keep going.”

“Oh my god,” Yuuri gasps, once his fiancé and their table are safely behind the closed door of their apartment. “We are never getting your security deposit back.”

“Not with that attitude,” Victor says, his attention already on the kitchen. “Now, help me pick a space? I think by the window there.”

Yuuri hums, taking in the apartment he’s trying to swallow as his. Without yesterday’s haze of jetlag, he sees the details, the clean, Spartan edges of furniture. There’s plenty of spaces a table could go. There’s plenty of space in general.

“Where did your other table go?” he asks. They’d carried Victor’s old table to Georgi’s new place that morning. It had been a good arm day for both of them.

Victor indicates an empty corner, shrugging. The indents are still visible on the carpet. “It was only really big enough for one person,” he says. “I just sort of - put it out of the way. I want this somewhere we’ll use it. If that’s okay?”

Smiling, Yuuri tilts Victor’s head down to kiss the underside of his jaw. “We almost died for this thing,” he murmurs. “We are using it every day.”

Dai Gyakuten Saiban (2015) is a better Sherlock Holmes adaptation than BBC Sherlock.

In order for me to explain why properly, though, we must take a step back and discuss a number of things the minds behind BBC Sherlock very likely knew next to nothing about. Back in the good old 1800s, colonialism was becoming A Thing, and with that came the rise of European Nationalism. For the first time ever, most of Europe was attempting to give itself a uniform cultural identity, which very quickly lead to the erasure (and oppression) of many, many minorities.

Then came Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, a naive Irishman who himself did not fit into these strict social norms. Being the poor med student he was, he wrote a number of detective stories revolving around the middle class– an unintentional exposé of the people England attempted to erase.

BBC Sherlock acknowledges none of this. To the contrary, it goes out of its way to ignore this fact. Gone is the knowledge that Watson “had neither kith nor kin in England”; gone is the fact that the country squires Holmes is descended from more likely dabbled in francs than in pounds; gone are the infinitesimal number of characters simply described as “swarthy”. Now only the anglo-est of saxons need apply. What was once a rebel fighting on behalf of those who who had no one else became our Rain Man– or rather, our “high functioning sociopath”.

Dai Gyakuten Saiban exists at the opposite end of this spectrum. It strips London of its romanticism, leaving a powerful city with a crumbling infrastructure in its wake. Instead of Holmes acting as the symbol of what makes Victorian England great, he stands as the epitome of everything Imperialist England fails to be. He is kind where others would be vengeful. He is compassionate where others would be ignorant. He would stand on a chair where others would sit in it.

What I’m getting at here is that BBC Sherlock’s defining characteristic is being The Smartest Man In The Room. DGS Sherlock Holmes, on the other hand, enters the aforementioned room with a brief song and dance number, makes a dozen inquiries about facts that go nowhere, then apologizes when he realizes catching the murderer ruined your dinner.

Dai Gyakuten Saiban is better than BBC Sherlock because Moftiss knows nothing about 19th century tax laws. Or the Anglo-Japanese Alliance of 1902.   Or pawn shops. How on earth do they plan on deconstructing a piece of work if they don’t understand why it exists in the first place?

13.01 coda (ft. deancas feelings)

“Can you tell me about my mother?” Jack asks them, right before taking a drink from his beer bottle. Drinking at age sixteen is one thing, but starting to drink when you’re barely three days old is another. Then again, it’s not like Jack’s going to drink himself to death if getting stuck with an angel blade didn’t leave a mark.

“She was a good woman,” Sam begins. “She wanted the best for you, and whatever she did, it was to protect you. She went off the map just to keep you safe.”

Dean nods, remembering Kelly’s determination to keep Jack alive. “Sam and I didn’t know her before she got knocked up with you, but she really cared about you. Hell, she gave up her own life to give you one.” Dean shrugs, pushing away his empty bottle to grab another from the pack. He opens it, purposely avoiding Sam’s eyes. “If that’s not love, then I don’t know what is.” Jack nods slowly, seeming to take the words to heart.

“And Castiel?” Jack asks next, lowering the beer bottle from his lips. “What was he like?”

Dean’s throat closes up.

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