the devils only friend

A sad, but real view of Reiner and Bertolt relationship

I always said I don’t care who you put Bertolt with: ships and friends are always welcome to me as long as Bertolt gets the love he deserves. This helped me realizing what is the real thing between him and Reiner.
I’m really sorry to say so, but Bertolt didn’t get any love from his friend. I agree with the theory that Reiner has strong feelings for him, maybe even romantic (as hinted many times after the herring dialogue with Ymir), but he was never able to show them. You may think he didn’t because he was aware of his feelings to be one-way, since he pointed out more than once that Bertolt has a crush on Annie (and I believe this is true), but it’s sadly not because of that.
It’s because Reiner is a coward, and probably loves himself more than anyone, even Bertolt. Since we could get some development for his character, we started noticing how much this guy does his best to keep himself away from sufference. He even built up another personality for this purpose. Ymir’s words in the forest were clear: he developed mental problems because he was not able to cope with his guilt, not because he was born that way. No sickness involved.
So yeah, he is indeed the weakest of the duo, yet the only one who felt a total failure until the end was Bertolt. And this is not what I call love: it’s what I call being selfish. Reiner let him go thinking he was a coward with no will, as he has always made him feel. He has always been cold with the most precious thing he had (after himself). If he really cared about Bertolt more than about himself and his pride he would have never recommended him to be careful like this:

It’s as clear as the water that he is using cold tones to make sure Bertolt to do his best to survive, but these could be his last words to him (and they will be) so why being an asshole until the very end?
Because Reiner is too scared to ever show his feelings. He is too scared to suffer, so he rather make the ones he loves to suffer instead. He is too afraid to use his love as a weapon to give courage to his friend. He rather uses Annie, once again, who’s not even there and whose they’re not even sure is still alive:

But this was just the last proof of his selfish behaviour. During their time as trainees, Reiner deluded himself multiple times in the soldier play, believing to be a normal recruit like the others. He even had a crush on the girl everybody like, so just like a regular cadet. He has been seeking for normality all the time, forgetting his only friend, who was probably like the Devil to him. Bertolt was the one who used to bring him back to reality, that one reality Reiner was escaping. It was in those moments that Bertolt proved himself to be reliable, something that Reiner was probably too busy to see.

And now… now it’s a little too late to go back:

It’s not the Walls, Reiner: it’s you. Ymir wrote that letter because she knew she wouldn’t have seen Historia again. She accepted the idea to die (and I honestly hope she died in the end, since I have enough of fake final speeches) because she had no regrets or remorses. She told Historia what she wanted to tell her, because she learned and was able to admit to herself that you can’t live for yourself, even if you get a second chance. And you’re not going to have it anyway, Reiner, because Bertolt won’t never come back to hear what you were never had the guts to tell him (I’m not talking in a strictly romantic way, I’m talking about feelings in general).

I honestly hope we are going to see Reiner figuring out how much selfish he was, because if he really cared for Bertolt more than himself he must let his fears go and clearly tell us what his regrets are. He must speak to us, which is not what he did with Bertolt. A quick, single page showing a flashback of him and Bertolt standing on the Walls is not enough: I want to hear his rage towards himself, I want him to prove me wrong, or his character will be totally fucked up.

Sinfully Delighted

Synopsis: What happens when you tease the devil himself at a friends wedding? Only time can tell.

Logan x Reader Imagine 


Warnings: Logan Naughty sooooo yea 18+

A/N: Kicking off this week is Logan! He has broadened Ben’s fan network and is so fun to write about the tease! Also sorry this is so late - I mean to post sooner so if you have Logan requests bleeding into Monday I will take them.

Also I may be going to hell after writing this so sorry for dragging you along for the sinful ride.

**Thanks to @starless-skyox for my banner


Day 1

It was the black dress that had caught his attention. It was short, showcasing your long legs as you glided around the dance floor, dancing along with the bride - his sister - and the rest of your friends. The black fabric ran up your body, hugging tightly to every curve as it bunched around your breast, the fatty tissue moving along with your body. The v-neck the dress provided helped accentuate the cleavage and every man, taken or not, couldn’t help but stare with the way you were showcasing them to the world.

Then were the sensuous lines of your neck, exposed and asking to be marked. Your neck gave way to your lips, slightly parted and full, tugging into a smile but all he could think about was how he wanted to hear you beg for him to fill them with his cock, watching the red stains swallow him full. He shifted, adjusting to the growth in his pants as your eyes caught his, watching him under your full lashes.

The grip around his glass tightened and he bit his lip, trying his best to bite back the groan growing in him.

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  • Date A Live
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  • Sands Of Destruction
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  • The Devil is a Part Timer
  • The World God Only Knows

But I’m good now. I promise. I’ve killed, and whatever blood-lust I used to have is sated. I wake up in the morning and I go to my tutor and I go to my counseling and I go to my job with the FBI, helping to track down other killers, and I say the right things and I do the right things and nobody’s afraid of me and everything is good. I watch travel shows. I cook. I do logic puzzles to keep myself occupied. And then sometimes at night I go to the butcher shop and I buy the biggest roast they have and I bring it home and I cover the room in plastic and I hack the meat to pieces with a kitchen knife, slashing and ripping and chopping and grunting until there’s nothing left but scraps. Then I roll up the plastic, meat and blood and all, and I throw it away and everything is clean and calm again.

“Because I’m good now.

"I promise.

—  John Wayne Cleave, The Devil’s Only Friend by Dan Wells
The Devil’s Soulmate

Originally posted by castiel-for-king

SPN S12 Countdown Writing Challenge

Prompt: “You know i can’t let you do that”

Characters: Y/n, Lucifer, OC Justin

Pairing: Lucifer x Y/n (MALE READER)

Warnings:  Few curse words, Angry reader, Cute Lucifer, lovey doveyness going on. Basically it. Like hinted smut in the last 2 sentences. But nothing explicit

Word count: 1241

Summary: Y/n is getting sick of Lucifer interfering in his sex life. 

A/N: Ok so this is just fluffiness basically. I tried to stick to the little themes of love and innocence. Hope it was good for y’all. 

Tagged peeps: @waywardsons-imagines @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname @sallyp-53 @supernatural-jackles @d-s-winchester @winchesterreid @teamfreewill-imagine @deanscherrypie @jensen-jarpad

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“So, you wanna go back to my place?” the handsome man asked y/n. 

Y/n was finally going to do it. 

He’d been seeing Justin for almost a month now. 

The guy was great. 

He wasn’t rushing y/n, who was unfortunately still a virgin. 

It wasn’t his fault. 

He tried to lose it a few times, but something would always get in the way, or someone. 

Most of the time, it was that someone.

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The signs as American pie lyrics

Aries: Cause fire is the devils only friend

Taurus: did you write the book of love

Gemini: I saw satan laughing with delight

Cancer: I can’t remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride

Leo: them good old boys

Virgo: a generation lost in space

Libra: we all got up to dance

Scorpio: no angle born in hell could break that Satan spell

Sagittarius: I asked her for some happy news

Capricorn: The day the music died

Aquarius: the marching band refused to yield

Pisces: but not a word was spoken

“American Pie

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(and some others)[Intro]
A long, long time ago

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I can still remember how that music used to make me smile

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And I knew if I had my chance


That I could make those people dance

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And maybe they’d be happy for a while

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But February made me shiver

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With every paper I’d deliver

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Bad news on the doorstep

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I couldn’t take one more step



I can’t remember if I cried


When I read about his widowed bride

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But something touched me deep inside


The day the music died

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[Chorus]
So bye-bye, Miss American Pie

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Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry

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And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye


Singin’ "This’ll be the day that I die


This’ll be the day that I die”

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[Verse 1]
Did you write the book of love


And do you have faith in God above


If the Bible tells you so?

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Now do you believe in rock and roll


Can music save your mortal soul


And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

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Well, I know that you’re in love with him

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‘Cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym

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You both kicked off your shoes


Man, I dig those rhythm and blues

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I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck


With a pink carnation and a pickup truck


But I knew I was out of luck


The day the music died


[Chorus]
I started singin’ bye-bye, Miss American Pie

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Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry


Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye


Singin’ “This’ll be the day that I die


This’ll be the day that I die”



[Verse 2]
Now for ten years we’ve been on our own


And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone


But that’s not how it used to be

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When the jester sang for the king and queen

In a coat he borrowed from James Dean


And a voice that came from you and me

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Oh, and while the king was looking down


The jester stole his thorny crown


The courtroom was adjourned


No verdict was returned



And while Lenin read a book on Marx


A quartet practiced in the park


And we sang dirges in the dark


The day the music died



[Chorus]
We were singin’ bye-bye, Miss American Pie


Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry

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Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye


Singin’ “This’ll be the day that I die


This’ll be the day that I die”



[Verse 3]
Helter skelter in a summer swelter

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The birds flew off with a fallout shelter

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Eight miles high and falling fast

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It landed foul on the grass


The players tried for a forward pass


With the jester on the sidelines in a cast



Now the halftime air was sweet perfume

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While the sergeants played a marching tune

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We all got up to dance

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Oh, but we never got the chance



'Cause the players tried to take the field

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The marching band refused to yield

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Do you recall what was revealed

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The day the music died?


[Chorus]
We started singin’ bye-bye, Miss American Pie

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Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry

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Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye


And singin’ “This’ll be the day that I die


This’ll be the day that I die”

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[Verse 4]
Oh, and there we were all in one place


A generation lost in space

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With no time left to start again

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So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick


Jack Flash sat on a candlestick

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'Cause fire is the devil’s only friend

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Oh, and as I watched him on the stage

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My hands were clenched in fists of rage


No angel born in Hell

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Could break that Satan’s spell


And as the flames climbed high into the night

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To light the sacrificial rite


I saw Satan laughing with delight


The day the music died

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He was singin’ bye-bye, Miss American Pie

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Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry

Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye


And singin’ “This’ll be the day that I die


This’ll be the day that I die”

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[Outro]
I met a girl who sang the blues

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And I asked her for some happy news


But she just smiled and turned away


I went down to the sacred store


Where I’d heard the music years before


But the man there said the music wouldn’t play

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And in the streets, the children screamed

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The lovers cried and the poets dreamed

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But not a word was spoken

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The church bells all were broken



And the three men I admire most


The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost


They caught the last train for the coast

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The day the music died


And they were singin’ bye-bye, Miss American Pie

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Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry


And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye

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Singin’ “This’ll be the day that I die

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This’ll be the day that I die”

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[Chorus]
They were singin’ bye-bye, Miss American Pie

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Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry


Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye

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And singin’ “This’ll be the day that I die”

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Total time: 3hours

This was just going to be supernaural but nope

This is a work in progress

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a world without string is chaos.
the future of string is my dying wish.
some things are more important than money,
like the turquoise egg I inherited from my crazy grandma,
some debts I inherited from my drunken father,
a worthless house I inherited from my lazy mother,
a pack of rats my best friend left after she got lost in Goa
and I must say it over and over again:
I love all animals beside rats and roaches.
my grandma also left me a moonbeam string
and said I could save the world
in case of imminent danger
with the help of my brothers in law
my old school enemies, the rats and the roaches.
until now the world seemed fine
without our help
regardless the fight against terror
and the tsunamis
and the hurricanes
and only god knows what stupefying odor
is playing dice under the bollocks
the politicians are selling every day like hotdogs.
the answer to my prayers rests since a year
in a purple velvet envelope
located in the highest drawer
on top of the shelves of my childhood books.
there are winking with a fluorescent eye in the night
the string and the secret.
one day when I’ll be tall enough
and smart enough to crack the code of the letter
and decipher with the rats and the roaches
the secret to save the world,
will be the most important day in the history of the world.
the string the rats and the roaches
will save our blue planet from disaster and chaos.
then I could sell the worthless house
the turquoise egg and all my grotesque belongings,
and start to follow my ex friend in Goa,
get lost too among potheads and gurus
and only the devil knows who else
beside now my best friends the rats and the roaches.
we’ll smoke a spliff and skydive full monty in ethereal dreams
and when I’ll wake up I’ll write you an important letter
to tell you all is good
and you’ll have to repeat
all is good a hundred times
until you’ll be convinced that life on earth
is now perfectly fit cause of a magic moonbeam string
and now my best friends, the rats and the roaches.
the moral of the story is that “never underestimate
a living being because the vase is not porcelain enough to look at.”

Clumsy - Chapter 2 - Halloween (Rafe x Reader)

You can find chapter one here and chapter three here.

Description: After accepting the fact that Rafe Adler is going to be your roommate, life goes on. With Halloween upon you, you have a new goal - you want your crush to notice you. That means being brave and going for it. You aren’t sure how it is going to pan out. You are sure, however, that Rafe will drive you crazy along the way.

Warnings: No smut. Cursing.

Word count: 3,730

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   “Rafe, what is this?”

           “What?”

           You point to your bed, which is covered in his clothes. They are neatly arranged in piles, seemingly by colour and type of clothing. Rafe turns around to see what you are pointing at.

           “I’m folding my clothes.” He says to you slowly, as if you are very stupid.

           “Congratulations on that. Truly. But why are they on my bed?”

           “I have a lot of clothes.” He replies almost defensively.

           You drop your backpack on one of the piles with a sigh of relief. You had been carting that thing around all day. Rafe lets out an alarmed noise, as if you had just kicked his puppy. On second thought, you can’t imagine Rafe actually owning a pet.

           “Whoa, what are you doing?” He hurries over, pushing your backpack to the floor which you manage to catch in time.

           “Jesus, can you not? I have my tablet in there.”

           “These clothes are worth more than your tablet.” His tone is stern as if he is gearing up for a lecture.

           “Yeah, Rafe, I know. Designer clothes. Why are you folding them by colour?”

           “Just makes sense, doesn’t it? Although I can’t say the same for the way you put your clothes away.”

           You close your eyes and count to three while taking a deep breath. This has been your go-to method for dealing with Rafe since school started about six weeks ago, near the end of September. In the six weeks you two have been stuck together, you have gone through the stages of grief.

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