the fact that he video taped it

She Tastes like Candlelight 



It starts with, of all things, a pair of old jeans and a t-shirt.

Logically, he knows it doesn’t make sense. She comes to work in form-fitted jackets that go tight about her waist. She’s been foregoing the baggy slacks in favor of skirts that stop just below the knees, with nylons clinging to the defined musculature of her calves; he’s pretty sure he can count on one hand the number of times he’s seen her wear shoes other than heels, excluding the clinical, white shoes she wears with her scrubs during autopsies.

He’s seen the looks she gets. Sometimes, it’s during an interview, when a witness’s gaze will linger just a little too long on her bustline, and her hand will go up and fiddle with her necklace, her arm blocking her chest in subtle defiance. Other times, it’s men on the streets of the city, shouting out obscenities to her, having the audacity to call her “baby,” and “sweetheart,” and he fights the urge to yell right back, brandishing his badge and his gun, wanting to scare the misogyny right out of the bones of anyone who thinks they’re entitled to her body, but he knows that she would find it condescending. “Thank you, but I can handle myself, Mulder,” she’d say, and it’s not that he thinks she can’t—he just doesn’t want her to have to.

And still other times, the looks come not from strangers on the sidewalk, or from people he can reduce to photos in a casefile, but from their peers. Educated, talented men who transform themselves into slobbery, teenage boys when sitting adjacent to her in meetings, eyeing her with an inappropriate hunger while she jots down notes in the margins of her agenda sheet. More than once, Mulder has found himself in the elevator with a man who will look down at Scully, and then catch Mulder’s eye over the top of her head, just so that he can wink, including him in some inside joke he has no interest being a part of.

He supposes that he empirically knows that Scully is attractive—it’s more or less objective fact—but he’s never allowed himself to notice. He’s trained himself to observe her through a filter. He considers her appearance through what he aptly names the Sexual Harassment Video Gaze. He quickly shuts down any thought that could be used as an example in a training tape on inappropriate office behavior.

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Yoongi Scenario: Million Reasons.

Request: DO you think you could write a scenario where Suga and the reader’s (she’s an idol that debuted around the same time as them so they’ve always been friends basically) relationship becomes public and there’s a lot of hate so they start avoiding each other and it gets really hard for the both of them.  + Hello! May I please request a Yoongi scenario in which the reader is his best friend who he is very affectionate with, and he has trouble sleeping so he walks to the reader’s apartment in the middle of the night and it was raining so he’s soaked. Thank you for your hard work! I hope it’s not too complex.

Genre: Romance / Drama

One of the things that made you angry was the fact that you didn’t know who had found out about your relationship, or more like who had sold you to the netizens.
The best way to describe everything that had happened to Yoongi and you the last few months would be if you compared it with an avalanche. It was like the two of you had been at a mountain at the very top of the world, together, but when you least expected it you had fallen off, and every little thing since then had accumulated making that fall bigger and bigger, leaving you at the end hurt and cold, you didn’t know where you stood anymore, but in the fall you had had to let go of Yoongi’s hand.

The fans had been ruthless, they went far beyond not taking it well, the netizens bashed the two of you for being deceiving and untrue to your fans, and the talk shows only spoke about the sneaky couple that had managed to keep the relationship a secret for such a long time, three years, you had pulled it off for three years and in a moment everything was ruined.

You hugged your knees to your chest as you saw the new threads on the internet about Yoongi and you, there were still a lot, but since your last statements it had diminished a little. After everything blew up, both your agency and Big Hit stayed quiet waiting for your confirmation on what to do next, you had kept it that way for a week or so, in which the fans and the press only were motivated to investigate more until they found a video tape on a security camera that showed clearly the two of you holding hands and sharing a few kisses in a parking lot.

You remembered that day, he had just come out of prerecording mcountdown and you had gone there with your manager to discuss a few things about your next stage, while your manager took care of that you had met Yoongi, you had thought that nobody was around and yes you had carelessly showed affection, dating wasn’t easy for neither of you, so you took any chance to share a kiss or to just touch him. You had thought that you could do it without harming anyone, but judging by how the fans reacted when the news went out you had no idea.

You tried to hold it together, but after the video tape was out both of you were the targets of the scorn of the fans, more you than him you had to admit, your fans were protective but his were another deal, maybe because of the fact that he was a man and had more fangirls who had demonstrated to be more extreme. You had been the target of false rumors and accusations ever since, everybody harassed you to say something, anything about Min Yoongi, and you had wanted to be brave and strong and just face the world by his side, tell them that yes you were together and happy, and that you planned to stay that way. But that was just a dream, your agency realized that this could end with your career and thus you had had to say the unthinkable to a media reporter.

“We dated a few times but it wasn’t serious, we are not together”

You had said that without telling him, instead of all the things you wanted to say you had told a lie to save yourself, but that lie had become a fact, you had months without seeing Yoongi.

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Samantha Bee’s ‘Not the WHCD’ Should Be An Annual Tradition If Trump Continues to Boycott the Real One
Hours before “nerd prom” kicked off at the White House Correspondents Dinner in D.C. — minus the president — Samantha Bee and her “Full Frontal” cohorts took the…
By Andrea Reiher

Andrea Reiher at Variety:

Hours before “nerd prom” kicked off at the White House Correspondents Dinner in D.C. — minus the president — Samantha Bee and her “Full Frontal” cohorts took the stage at DAR Constitution Hall for TBS’ “Not the White House Correspondents’ Dinner.” The alt-TV special was more than twice the length of a regular “Full Frontal” episode, letting Bee’s typical ruthless comedy and satire loose with both barrels.

If viewers tuned in hoping for an hour of bashing President Trump, they were in for some disappointment. Not that there weren’t some excellent barbs made at POTUS’ expense, but the night was more about celebrating the often-maligned journalists who continue to try to do their jobs in the face of adversity.

“You (journalists) basically get paid to stand in a cage while a geriatric orangutan and his pet mob scream at you. It’s like a reverse zoo. But you carry on. You dig up misdeeds and frauds by the powerful, you expose injustice against the weak and you continue to fact-check the president as if he might someday get embarrassed,” said Bee, to big laughs.

And that was the right approach for this special, taped Saturday afternoon in D.C. and broadcast hours later (10 p.m. ET/PT) on TBS. A full-on roast of Trump would have been enjoyable for a while, but it would have gotten tired. The “Full Frontal” gang is not a one-trick pony, and they put that on a brilliant display, from video segments of Bee performing at imagined past Correspondents’ Dinners (and also an imagined 2018 WHCD for President Pence), to a cold open featuring “West Wing” alum Allison Janney giving a press conference in her snappy CJ Cregg way, to Will Ferrell popping by to reprise his George W. Bush impression from “Saturday Night Live.”

It made for a lively mix of comedy that never felt bogged down or like it was beating a dead horse by repeating itself.

It was also nice to see Bee not pull any punches in regards to the press (not that viewers expected any less). Not only did the special land some pointed commentary at outlets like Breitbart and the way Fox News dealt with its sexual harassment issues, it also did a segment about how much CNN is wasting its cadre of talented journalists in favor of whatever it is CNN puts on the air most of the time. Bee put the blame squarely on CNN president Jeff Zucker’s shoulders.

“Zucker’s greatest success since ‘The Apprentice’ — which, by the way, thanks for that — is filling the airtime between car crashes with a reality show loosely based on the news where loyal partisan hacks make us measurably dumber by spewing mendacious nonsense while a hologram of Anderson Cooper stands by counting the seconds to the commercials for all the pharmaceuticals he probably wishes he could gulp down before to sedate himself before Kayleigh opens her f—ing mouth again,” said Bee, to the appreciative crowd that did include some CNN representatives.

My only quibble with the special is that there were so many pre-recorded video segments it didn’t leave much room for Bee live on stage firing off astute observations and sharp one-liners. She’s an incredibly talented comedian, often delivering three more zingers as the audience gets around to laughing at the first one, so it would have been fun to see Bee more in what is undoubtedly her element. But I understand the desire to want the special to keep changing gears — plus, Bee’s “Man in the High Castle” parody that closed the show was nothing short of genius.

Featuring the man, the myth, the legend George Takei handing the host a film called “The Bee Lies Heavy,” the segment imagined a world where Hillary Clinton won the election, “the Patriots lost the Super Bowl, “Lemonade” won Album of the Year and every print of “La La Land” spontaneously combusted,” and featured Bee’s imagined opening monologue for Clinton’s first WHCD.

There were plenty of zingers leveled at President Clinton (and first gentleman Bill), but Bee ended the jokes with a message that she reportedly couldn’t deliver at dress rehearsal without getting a little choked up. While she held it together here for the actual show, it was still a very heartfelt (and a little sad) way to close out the show.

“In conclusion, Madam President, I want to say thank you,” said Bee. “You may have your faults, but because of you, I can tell my daughters that they can do anything and that sexism won’t hold them back. The world will not magnify their faults and ignore their virtues because of their gender. That time has truly passed. No hard feelings, men. If there’s one message that echoes through this dinner, let it be that men’s rights are human rights and human rights are men’s rights.”

If the trend continues of Trump boycotting the White House Correspondents’ Dinner for however long he’s in the White House, it wouldn’t be the worst thing if Bee made this alternative event an annual tradition.

Scattered Memories (Part 2)

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Character Ship: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 1288

Summary: With memories of when you were taken being triggered by random events the case slowly starts to come together, but what happens when you discover the real reason you were taken. How many will die?

Warnings: None descriptive rape, kidnapping, angst, PTSD

Author’s note: Having a bit of writer block so here you go, while I try to figure out my Merlin request.

Part 1!! Part 3

Originally posted by hisirishsoufflegirl

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The Greeks went to see drama because they felt like this wasn’t happening to them. It’s that sense of exaggeration, of everything being so over the top – someone gets stabbed, then they fuck and then they both get poisoned. It’s exaggerated, but that’s what allows catharsis. I used to be really ashamed. When I was young, I put on performances for my family and my parents where I would dance like a woman, singing a really exaggerated woman’s vocal in front of my whole family. Until one day my grandfather, who would never be in the room (for these performances), finally walked in and said something. I loved my grandfather very much, but he was a typical Venezuelan-via-Spain patriarch. It was the first time I was looked at with disgust and shame, at an age when no one gets looked at like that. That was my first taste of contempt. My uncle had a recording of it. Throughout my whole early puberty until I was 17 he would torture me, telling me that he would show those recordings. He’d be like, ‘I have those films. I’m going to put on those films!’ And my body would tighten up. With that perverse pleasure that Latin American men feel at the fact that they have annihilated something inside of you, which they probably annihilated in themselves. But that’s how I felt like being! So now I’m at the age when I want that tape, and when I ask him for it he gags. Because I want to screen it at my shows. I’m licking my elbows to Madonna’s ‘Erotica’ (in the video). It’s not tame. I’m rubbing my crotch, I’m on the floor with a blanket for a skirt, I’m licking my armpit. But when I asked for the tape (my uncle) just said, ‘I lost it.’ What used to make me ashamed and paralysed now makes me mobile.
—  Arca

anonymous asked:

what do you think about dan's relationship with his family? Or even, how do you think they feel about dnp being together? Because we always see dan hanging out/visiting/go on vacation with the lesters but we never see/know about phil being with the howells (except i think one time he visited dan's grandparents, I'm not sure)

I think it’s dangerous to make assumptions based on information we are exposed to without keeping in mind that they choose to withhold information from us for any number of reasons. 

Dan has expressed plenty of issues with his parents, so obviously things aren’t entirely smooth sailing there. He has no problem announcing to the entire internet that he feels like his parents are disappointed he didn’t finish law school, that they aren’t interested in/don’t respect what he does as a career, and similar disdainful remarks. 

But we also know that Dan and his family value privacy, based on his reaction to fans asking about and attempting to contact his brother. He’s never stated his parents names, when he is home if he posts pictures then he only posts them of himself. We saw them briefly in his childhood tapes reaction video but he didn’t center it around his parents at all. We as an audience, if going based strictly on what Dan has divulged, should not know their names, or anything about them. The fact that he shields their identities tells me that he might also be prone to shielding his time with them. Example: he told us in one of his more recent liveshows he’d met up with his mother. That’s the first time he ever casually mentioned something like that, but I sincerely doubt it’s the first time it happened. We also know from a liveshow years back that Phil did go home with Dan for Dan’s mother’s birthday one year, but that’s not something they shared on social media. We also know that when Dan’s mother sent them a Christmas card in 2014 it actually contained a (good natured) joke about Phil being from the north. 

So my opinion? Dan’s family doesn’t have any issue with Phil, but Dan probably has his own issues with his family and that layered with the fact that Dan’s family has more of a desire for privacy from Phil’s means that there’s not likely one simple explanation as to why we see Dan with Phil’s family and not vice versa, just a number of contributing factors. 


Like, okay, just imagine, him opening up a vine account, and like, he just posts the stupid shit the Avengers do, like Clint and Tony drunkenly crying on each other at three am while eating donuts, or that one time Bruce literally fell asleep in his food, or Phil getting angry because people keep letting the plants in the greenhouse die and I have worked in an office for my entire adult life and I have never let a plant die as fast as they do when one is near Thor!

And it’s just a bunch of bullshit, like Clint and Sam arguing over who’s the best birb ever, and people making spider jokes at Nat and Peter, or the Hulk saying dumb shit like a three year old, or occasionally wise things.

Like, Jarvis is literally an artificial intelligence and he’s pretty much got the most popular vine account ever, and if asked, he will happily tell you that’s his greatest achievement, and I just love the idea of Jarvis recording the Avengers doing dumb shit together.

Did Ali and Ian make a sex tape?

I know, Ali made an extra point to assure everyone that she had sex with neither Ian or Ezra. But let’s be honest… That room kind of says differently.

Clearly, this bed has been tainted. Maybe they just slept in it, or maybe they made out… But in a reality check, it’s unlikely that scuzzy Ian would pay for a hotel room and not expect something from Ali. He takes her somewhere on the dl for brunch and a round of golf?

There’s a camera clearly pointed at that bed. And their is some footage, most likely taken just a bit before Melissa shows up, that Ali decides to delete. So, we’ve got Ali, Ian, a seemingly well used bed, and a camera pointed at that bed. And a video that was obviously taken, of said bed.

So there’s 1 of 2 possibilities… They had soooome kind of sexual play, and Ian and/or Ali filmed it. Which would still actually result in legal trouble, contrary to what Ian said later in the episode.

OR… That video was something else entirely. Which may in fact be more important than proof of Ian bedding an underage girl. But what could it have been? Maybe having Ian confirm that they didn’t really do anything, was a way of also redirecting us back to that video camera then.

Maybe the bed is just messed up because housekeeping didn’t come yet, and he slept in it. Alone. Maybe Ian and Ali just had a chat on camera. Maybe there’s something on that tape from earlier in the day, or yesterday… The important question is why would Ali delete it? I can see why she would delete a sex tape. She wouldn’t want Ian sharing that with his buddies, perhaps. She would have to have some idea what footage was on there to know what she was deleting and why.

Did she ever actually delete it, or is this just another Ali version of the truth? Will they ever answer these kinds of questions, or are the writers just trying to break my spirit by throwing these things around?

Let us count the Continuity errors...

Continuity Error 1:  Dreamshade CAN kill Rumple in Storybrooke. In fact it was Snow using the candle on Cora that saved him. 

Continuity error 2:  Regina can’t hurt the Chramings in The Enchanted Forest. Rumple cast that spell when Snow was torn about putting Regina to Death.  This ultimately lead to Regina casting the curse.

Continuity error 3:   Charming is wearing the cloak he gave Rumple.  The cloak that had the hair on it used in the true love potion dashed on the original curse.

Continuity error 4:  They keep adding more and more things Emma had with her when she arrived in Stoybrooke including a camera with video in it and now a large tape recorder.   Don’t they remember all she had was a small box and Snow White was surprised at how few things she owned?  You can’t fit all that in there.

Continuity error 5:  Having Snow and Charming just returning from talking to Rumple why is Charming wearing the Wake-up-Snow outfit Rumple made him?  That’s not what he wore to that visit…

And I’m still not comfortable with Snow and Charming selling someone just for transport to Regina’s castle and not even questioning it later.

To Death

For @fandomwritingchallenge.

Fandom: James Bond
Pairing: James Bond/Q
Rating: PG
Word count: 4,781
Prompt: carnival
Warnings: swearing, non-graphic violence, very light sexual content (nothing really happens though)

Q returned home from a very exhausting, tedious day at work, bearing the image of a steaming hot cup of tea in his mind. He has been looking forward to one since the moment he left his lab, and now he could enjoy it at last.

Only—he found his flat’s door open by a cranny as he approached it with a key in his hand. He panicked. His other hand automatically reached for a pen with a mechanism that could shoot poisonous darts if the right button is pressed. He always kept it in the front pocket of his bag.

He narrowed his eyes and proceeded with utmost caution. There had been an intruder in his flat, and maybe still was. He had to be ready. One slow step at a time, he approached the door and opened it; it emitted a creaky sound. Whoever was inside must have heard it.

Pointing the dangerous pen in front of him, he entered the foyer. No visible damage had occurred in there, but there was no sign of his furry friends, either. When he listened carefully, he could hear a female voice coming from the living room.

Though, he had a glimpse he had heard that voice before. But that was impossible, because that woman was—

Q neglected all of the previous cautiousness and rushed to the source of the noise. He nearly forgot to breathe.

The door between the living room and the kitchen was open ajar. He burst through it, and came to an immediate halt when he sighted the figure standing in front of the telly.

Why wasn’t he surprised to see 007 in there?

However, he was surprised by one different thing: the reason why it was so, that is to say. Well, it was two things, in fact—that, and whom he could see on a video tape.

M. His M. The silver-haired iron lady just as he remembered her and very much alive. It was merely a tape, but his brain was suddenly flooded with memories. She was telling Bond about an unfinished business; giving him instructions.

Bond acknowledged Q’s presence without moving by a bit. “M’s given me work. I’m going to Mexico,” he said matter-of-factly, without a twitch of his face. He did not add any explanation so as to why he had gone to his flat and not his fucking own. “And I need your help, Q.”


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stareyedprince  asked:

First, I'd like to say thank you so much for transcribing/translating FTEs and chapters! If you have the time, do you mind clearing up on what happened with Maki and Hoshi's motive video? I'm a bit confused on what happened, as all I know about it is Ouma's interpretation. Again, thank you for all your hard work!

No problem! The events at the end of the Chapter 2 trial were cause for a lot of confusion when the game first came out, so I don’t mind sorting out what actually happened.

It all starts with Hoshi wanting to watch his own motive video.  What everyone else in the group considered a “motive to kill,” provided to them by Monokuma in the hopes of starting the killing game back up, was actually a “motive to live” for Hoshi. Since he couldn’t remember anyone from his past who was still alive, he wanted to watch his video to see who his “most important loved ones” were, in the hopes finding a reason to keep going.

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Jingle Bell Rock Indeed - One Shot

Originally posted by love-buckybarnes

For you anon - Hope you don’t mind me making it Christmassy, kinda in the spirit.

Summary - Christmas is a special time for everyone. But it’s not the 40s anymore, and Bucky isn’t quite sure how sexy a Santa outfit could be. Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Smutty smut smut and fluff of course.
Too many words.

And I can’t listen to Jingle Bell Rock anymore, It was on repeat whilst I was writing certain parts. >.>

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Viktuuri Instagram video's Part Two: Dirty Pickup Lines
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b></b> *Sitting on couch after long day of practice, movie on*<p/><b>Yuuri:</b> *Chin resting in hand*<p/><b>Viktor:</b> *Muttering into phone* Dat jaw doe<p/><b>Yuuri:</b> *Looks over* watch the fuckin'movie, Viktor.<p/><b>Viktor:</b> Fuckin'movie? Alright, take off your pants.<p/><b></b> .<p/><b>Viktor:</b> *Taping himself, head resting on Yuuri's lap* Babe.<p/><b>Yuuri:</b> *Endeavoured in movie, hand on Viktor's hair* Yes, Vitya?<p/><b>Viktor:</b> Smile if you want to have sex with me.<p/><b>Yuuri:</b> <p/><b>Yuuri:</b> I don't smile<p/><b></b> .<p/><b></b> *Now sitting side by side, both in frame*<p/><b>Viktor:</b> Yuuri you know what I really love about you?<p/><b>Yuuri:</b> <p/><b>Yuuri:</b> Do I want to know?<p/><b>Viktor:</b> Every bone in your body,<p/><b>Yuuri:</b> Awe<p/><b>Viktor:</b> Especially mine.<p/><b>Yuuri:</b> *flicks Viktor square in the forehead*<p/><b></b> .<p/><b>Viktor:</b> *Secretly taping Yuuri from the couch as he makes popcorn in kitchen* Yuuri, do you think it's a bit cloudy?<p/><b>Yuuri:</b> Uh, I don't know i haven't looked outside since we got home, why?<p/><b>Viktor:</b> *Smiles deviously* Well, I'm no weatherman, but you can expect up to 8 inches tonight<p/><b>Yuuri:</b> *Sees phone* Really, well I am a weatherman, and i know for a fact it's going to be desert dry tonight.<p/><b>Viktor:</b> *ends video with laughter*<p/><b></b> .<p/><b></b> *Both in the dark, faces lit by tv screen on couch*<p/><b>Viktor:</b> Yuuri, I wrote you a poem.<p/><b>Yuuri:</b> *exasperated sigh* Tell me your poem.<p/><b>Viktor:</b> *Cheeky as hell* You're so innocent, you're so sweet, so long as I have a face, you'll always have a seat.<p/><b>Yuuri:</b> *Gasping* MOTHER OF GO--<p/><b></b> *Video ends*<p/><b></b> .<p/><b></b> *Finally getting ready for bed*<p/><b>Viktor:</b> Yuuri I've wanted to tell you this for a long time.<p/><b>Yuuri:</b> Define long time.<p/><b>Viktor:</b> Like, a few minutes ago.<p/><b>Yuuri:</b> *laughs* okay, tell me.<p/><b>Viktor:</b> There are 8 planets in the solar system, but only 7 after I destroy Uranus.<p/><b>Yuuri:</b> <p/><b>Yuuri:</b> You're never having sex again.<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>
Axl kills a Moth

The following text is an excerpt from the book ‘Welcome to My Jungle,’ written by Craig Duswalt who was Axl’s former assistant. This is one of my favorite GNR stories and I thought that I should share it with you guys!


“One afternoon a moth got into the house. An uninvited, very rude moth. Obviously this moth was a huge fan of Axl’s because it would not leave no matter how many times we asked it to. Robert was there, too, and he and I tried and tried, but the moth ignored us and kept flying around Axl’s dining room chandelier.

Well, at some point Axl had had enough. He was absolutely determined to get rid of that pesky moth. Most people at this point would get a ladder or a chair and a flyswatter and go to work.

Most people.

But not a rock star.

And especially not Axl Rose.

Axl instructed me to keep a close eye on it,and he ran upstairs. So, there I was, watching a moth and worrying about how pissed Axl would have been if I had let it out of my sight. If someone could have taped me tracking that moth from room to room, I would have won $100,000 on America’s Funniest Home Videos, no contest.

When Axl finally came back, he wasn’t carrying a flyswatter. He was carrying a gun. Not a pistol, but a long gun. A rifle maybe, or even a shotgun.

Now, I’m not a gun expert. In fact, this may be hard to believe for some, but I have never shot a gun in my life. And what might be harder to believe is that I’ve never even held a gun in my entire life. I’ve shot BB guns before, but that’s it. So when I say I’m not an expert in guns I truly mean it.

My first thought was, Thank God I know where that moth is, otherwise Axl would probably shoot me. But at that point it was obvious that the gun wasn’t for me—it was for the rude moth.

Axl was on a mission.

Rockstars do everything bigger and better.

It wasn’t enough for Axl to just shoot the moth. No, he insisted on setting up a barrier so that just in case he missed (though how could you miss anything with a shotgun at a range of less than ten feet I don’t know), he would be safe behind his own personal wall. You know, in case the moth chose to attack or something.

Axl said, “Get me a chair.”

I brought over a dining room chair (a really nice chair—it was Axl’s house.)

Axl positioned himself under the chair, lying on his back, using the seat of the chair as cover from the potential killer attack moth.

“Okay, dude, make him go into the corner,” instructed Axl.

“Do what?” I said.

“Get the moth to come out from the chandelier, into the corner so I can shoot it. I don’t want to hit the light.”


As I stood on another (really nice) dining room chair, I thought, If I do, miraculously, get the moth to go into the corner, how will it stay there so Axl can shoot it? Does Axl want me to stay close to the moth so it doesn’t fly back into the light? Does Axl want me to stay there while he shoots the moth?

I was getting paid very well at that tine, but the thought of standing between Axl and a moth, with Axl holding a gun, was very stressful. But dealing with stress was a key part of the job, and I was used to doing what I was told, so I stood there.

Today I’m much older and don’t have a death wish, and would never do that, but at the time I just trusted that Axl was a good shot, and I stayed right there, making sure the moth was cornered until Axl could shoot. Thankfully, I didn’t know much about shooting guns at the time, either. 

“If you hand me a flyswatter, I think I could get him,” I begged.

“Not going to happen,” Axl said with a laugh

So with the moth hovering in the corner of Axl’s dining room ceiling, and me waving my hands frantically to make sure it stayed in the corner of the ceiling, Axl pulled the trigger, and…


I checked my chest,my arms, and my legs to see if I’d been hit, and again, amazingly, I walked away unscathed.

The moth, of course, was obliterated. I didn’t see more than a little dust come from the ceiling after the shot. But the moth was indeed gone.

After a victory yell by all of us in the room, Axl calmly got to his feet and walked off into the sunset, victorious. (Actually he walked back upstairs to his bedroom to put the gun away.)

Now, I don’t know why there wasn’t a gigantic hole in the wall. My best guess is that Axl just happened to have a shotgun around that he had preloaded with rock salt or something, because there were lots of little holes in the area where the moth breathed its last breath (if moths even breathe). It could have been a BB gun that shot out lots of little BBs or pellets. But I don’t give a rat’s ass what kind of gun it was all I know is that the moth was defeated.

Some people talk about killing flies with sledgehammers. But that’s just a metaphor. Axl Rose really did kill the dreaded Malibu moth with a gun. And for him, it was just another day in the life of a rock star.”

Santa Baby..

- Holiday Prompt Day Twenty Two - December 22nd - 

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anon nymph wished – Can I please request #3, #6, and #30 all together in one senario with Changkyun for Christmas. I really enjoy reading your drabbles and think you have a knack for writing well. Keep up the nice work! :^)

#3 Secret Santa anyone?

#6 Why are you so hard to pick out a present for?!

#30 All I want for Christmas is you.

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30 Days of Logan and Veronica, Day 18

Favorite fight 

So, I already detailed my favorite fight here

And I feel like this means physical fight, but I’m going to go for the aftermath of this fight here, the whole of poor Logan’s hotel room scene.

First, there’s Parker.

PARKER: Just so you know. The best way to show that you’re still in love with your ex-girlfriend is to beat up her new boyfriend.

LOGAN: Parker, you’re-

PARKER: You’re an idiot.

LOGAN: What?

PARKER: "Parker, you’re an idiot.“

LOGAN: No, that’s not what I was gonna say.

PARKER: I know. You were going for something nice. The truth is that I am an idiot.

LOGAN: You’re not. There’s just a lot to this that you don’t understand.

PARKER: Like why I kept thinking that I mean something to you when it’s always been Veronica? … …Wow. You should have seen that expression.

PARKER: It totally sold you out.

LOGAN: Are you gonna listen to me at all-

PARKER: No! I look at you, and I know you love her.

LOGAN: Piz videotaped them having sex…without her knowing about it.

PARKER: Oh, God! Well, that’s horrible! Well, you must have been devastated. I mean, Veronica had sex with someone else?

LOGAN: She’s your friend, too! Aren’t you angry for her? Do you realize what this will do to her?

PARKER: [crying] Do you realize that we just broke up? Yeah, I didn’t think so.

So, the thing that I love about this scene is that Logan is adamant that his actions were solely as Veronica’s friend; but the part that ramps it up to absolute adoration is the line, "Do you realize what this will do to her?”

Because wow. Here’s a guy who knows all about every single trauma, sexual and otherwise, Veronica has experienced. Here’s a guy who was part of that trauma, and who has been trying to not be that guy, trying to be a steady force in her life she can turn to when the shit hits the fan - whether they’re together or not, and who has been. And I honestly believe him when he tells Parker this part of it, that it is less about being in love with Veronica and more about hurting someone who has willfully hurt her deeply, and in this way. That he did this as a friend, because this is what Logan does and this is how Logan protects the people he loves. Because this is Logan’s way of being part of Veronica’s army; he’s the guy who “look[s] tough”.

I mean, this is the guy who beat up a police car in order to get close to Mercer and Moe, and I’m not saying it’s not because he’s in love with her. But Parker is wrong in thinking that’s the whole of it. It isn’t that Veronica has slept with someone else. It’s that he’s dealt with the aftermath of Veronica being raped and almost raped four times, and now there’s the addition of sexual violation from a partner to the list. And his incredulity that Parker doesn’t get it, that she doesn’t understand how deeply this has the potential to hurt Veronica or how much this will cause her to spiral, is one of those moments when it becomes clear that those of Neptune are a different breed. Parker doesn’t get it, because even though Parker and Veronica are friends, she’s never really been exposed to a Veronica who is injured, who has her back against the wall and who is fighting. Parker doesn’t get it, because the most she knows about Veronica’s past is “I’ve been understanding since Shelly Pomeroy’s end-of-the-year party”.

And she doesn’t get Logan’s past, with video tapes. Because even if she knows the facts, about Lilly, about Aaron, about the poolhouse, she doesn’t know how deeply those events cut Logan, and how he will do almost anything to prevent things like the public consumption of tapes of his unwitting exes having sex. She doesn’t seem to get that this is an emotional trigger for him, personally, from two angles - from someone who cares about Veronica and intimately understands how affected she will be, and from someone who has gone through hell and high water and criminal dealings to stop this from happening to another blonde. 

If Piz’s “karma” moment is the moment that emphasizes how little he understands about Veronica and Neptune, this is Parker’s.

And then there’s Veronica:

VERONICA: He’s having trouble breathing because of his ribs. He got five stitches over his eye.

LOGAN: Only five?

VERONICA: You’re a lunatic.

LOGAN: You didn’t know he was taping you?

VERONICA: Because he didn’t!

LOGAN: Oh, come on, Veronica. Who else would have or could have done that?

VERONICA: Here’s what I know: it wasn’t Piz, and it could not be less of your business.

LOGAN: Aren’t we trying to be friends? As your friend, I was angry at what happened to you. Someone’s always supposed to pay, right? Isn’t that the rule we live by?

VERONICA: We tried to be friends, and it didn’t work. This is the moment, Logan, right now, where it’s just done. You’re out of my life forever.

I get choked up here, for any number of reasons. It’s because Veronica is lashing out, at Logan, because she is frustrated and angry and hurting and she doesn’t know where the attack came from. So Logan gets the brunt of it all, because she hasn’t yet gotten down the the laser like focus she needs to track down the real culprit. 

And it’s because I don’t believe she believes Logan is living by the rules. There are moments when Veronica sees the worst in Logan, because Logan has shown her the worst of himself on more than one occasion. She was the victim of the worst of Logan at one time herself, so she doesn’t necessarily trust that he is someone who wants the right person nailed to the wall instead of just any old guy. And she makes that clear, here. She may love him and she may want him to be his best self, but after ostracism and pool burnings and Logan spiraling, she doesn’t trust that he won’t just lash out.

But there’s also the fact that Logan continues to go back to them being friends. “As your friend, I was angry at what happened to you.” He’s making it clear that he’s accepted that’s where he is in her life, but also that he’s not going to stop being protective of her. Because when something happens to Veronica, he gets angry. When he feels like someone is taking advantage of Veronica, he gets angry.

It’s also this: Veronica is someone who is highly emotional when it comes to Logan, and I love how this scene echoes the one with Madison. “This is something I’m never getting past” is equal to “You’re out of my life forever”. And I’m sure she has the courage of her convictions when she says these things; I’m sure she absolutely means it when she says it. But she also dials it back incredibly quickly, to “it’s going to take some time, this time” later on. 

It hurts Logan, and it’s not the best response. It’s not great to say these things to someone, unless you really and truly mean it. But there’s something about the visceral reaction Veronica has to Logan that makes me smile, even during moments like this, because Veronica so very rarely allows herself to be anything less than in control, emotionally, when she’s around other people. Especially in season three. But around Logan? She is just tempestuous and angry and volatile and impulsive (and loving and happy and giddy and sweet). She says things she doesn’t mean, because she has to get this out of her system. And Logan is the person she is comfortable enough around to do this, to be this person, without wearing a mask. It’s odd, but this is why I love Logan and Veronica. 

Veronica can learn not to express herself in “nevers” and “forevers” (like I have). But being able to get everything out in the open, to not hide, to be in a relationship (friendship or otherwise) where there are no masks and you can let yourself lose control and just “be”, those are rare. I don’t think Veronica and Logan are healthy in season 3; but I appreciate the bits of them that can work toward being healthier. And this is one of those bits.

Because they do know each other, and they do understand each other, fears and worries aside. And they can learn more about one another, like Veronica’s reaction to Logan’s fight with Gory and apology to Piz demonstrates.

Nine years of radio silence is a lot; it is “some time, this time”. But not being 19 any more and hopefully learning better ways to communicate in the intervening years will be the difference between “you’re out of my life, forever” and “I’m really pissed at you right now because that behavior was unacceptable”.

Baby Pilot//Josh Dun

Requested: Hi, so because Josh dun with a baby makes my heart do unimaginable things, can you write a Josh imagine where you are with him while he’s on tour with you and Josh’s baby and it’s pretty much tour life with new baby and like the little guy or gal loves watching Josh drum, with a lot of cute Josh and baby moments please 💕💕


               It would be the first time your son would be joining Josh on tour; considering he was a mere 1 year old. He didn’t seem to understand what was going on, but he didn’t mind. The two of you knew he would love it, considering he was full of giggles and smiles whenever Josh practiced his drumming around home.

               “How’s my favorite little dude?” Tyler smiled, kneeling down to meet Y/S/N eye level. Causing a squeal of excitement and giggles to pour from his happy little mouth. Especially when Tyler started lightly tickling his sides; causing him to squirm around in your lap. “He seems excited, even though he probably has no idea what’s going on.” Tyler laughed, ruffling your son’s curly brown hair.

               “He loves seeing Josh drum, so we thought it would only be proper to bring him along. Not to mention Josh not wanting to miss a thing. He almost missed Y/S/N first word.” As if on cue, your son looked up at you and smiled his small smile.

               “Drum!” The two of you had found it hilarious that his first word would be drum.  “Drum! Drum!” He squealed, giggling when everyone around him smiled.

               “Yes buddy, drum.” Josh laughed, reaching down and lifting your son off your lap and into his arms. “Are you excited to see me play tonight?” The little boy merely giggled, smiling happily at his father who was peppering his small face with kisses.

               “Dada drum!” He squealed happily, causing Josh’s face to light right up. The love those 2 shared was absolutely adorable. You watched as Josh sat down, holding the boy in his lap facing him as he started making silly faces; getting an amused reaction from the boy. The weird faces and noises Josh could pull off never failed to make the boy giggle and squeal with excitement.

               “He’s so cute you guys!” Jenna gushed, watching Josh and your son bond together. “It makes me want a baby. Tyler.” Jenna smiled up at the singer who was currently bright red. “I’m kidding, not for a few more years.” The both of you laughed as Tyler let out a sigh of relief.

               “Jeez Tyler, how would you not want one? They’re cute, giggling cuddle machines.” You joked, grabbing your son’s small hand as he reached over to you.

               “The smell though; which your little guy has.” Tyler looked like he was about to hurl as you grabbed your son off Josh’s lap; offering to change his diaper while the guys started on sound check. You had gotten accustomed to what you would find in his diapers; it was just his new habit to squirm and try to crawl away which was making this hard.

               “Y/S/N, don’t do that.” You cooed, poking his nose lightly as he giggled. The more you tried to keep him in place, the grumpier he got with you. “Hey buddy, I’m almost done.” You whispered, only to hear his whimpers begin. You knew he was probably just tired, considering he hadn’t had his nap today. He was too excited with being on the bus around everyone to sleep. You were pulling up his pants when he had started to wail; it broke your heart to hear your little boy cry. “Hey, shh.” You comforted the tired child, holding him on your hip as he kept crying. Though you petting his soft hair lightly seemed to calm him down, leaving him to just whimper as he slowly drifted off to sleep against your shoulder. Though you wanted to go see Tyler and Josh do sound check before the show, you knew it would be far too loud for your son to get any sleep. So you opted to lay in Josh’s bunk, with your son lying beside you.

               He’s snoozing right now; I won’t be there for a little bit :/

               You sent your text to Josh, and laid still; watching your son’s small chest rise and fall. You found it so crazy how you and Josh created something so small, delicate and perfect. You found yourself lost in your thoughts; only being pulled out when someone was re-entering the bus.

               “Hey.” Josh whispered, leaning into the bunk slightly, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “We really tired him out earlier, didn’t we?” Josh smiled, watching as the little figure beside you began to stir. When your son slowly began to open his eyes, Josh held his arms out; smiling as the boy crawled over to them. Tiny arms wrapping around Josh’s neck.

               “Dada drum!” You giggled, following Josh off the bus and into the venue as your son made little sounds and various ‘dada drum!’s.

               “Hold him for a second.” Josh handed the boy to you as he walked across the room, crouching down as he asked Tyler to video tape. “I don’t know what it is, and I could be dead wrong. I just have this feeling that he’s going to walk soon. You know?” You and Josh had held your son up as he stumbled around, and he had been walking when holding onto something. You hoped he would be able to walk freely on his own soon—despite the fact that it would make him a bit harder to keep track of.

               “Go to dada!” You whispered to your son, putting him on his feet. He initially fell onto his bottom; pouting a little at himself. “Go on, you can do it.” You encouraged, helping the boy up and holding onto his small hands until he gained his balance, taking a small 3 steps. 3 steps on his own, nobody helping him, nothing to hold on to. You were fighting tears at this point, as your son fell forward, crawling the rest of the way to Josh.

               “Good job buddy! You walked.” Josh looked just as excited as you did, picking his son up as they spun quickly. You simply burying your face in your hands; happy tears finding their way down your cheeks. “I’m so proud of you.” Josh continued, pressing a loving kiss to your son’s cheek.

               “The best part of this, is I got it on video.” Tyler beamed, holding his phone out to you; where the video of your son’s first steps was playing. Nothing could describe how happy you felt, how proud you were of the little child being held in his father’s arms.

               “Dada drum!” He squealed happily, clinging to Josh’s neck. Now you would have to worry about him running out on stage during the tour; rather than just trying to crawl out there.

Duct Tape Challenge

Septiplier-[Jacksepticeye x Markiplier] About Septiplier, I know it’s not an actual thing. It’s called fanFICTION for a reason. Just enjoy the story and it’s characters

Summary: Mark, Jack, and Felix do the duct tape challenge. Jack is slow escaping. So Mark and Felix have some fun while he’s helpless to stop them. [WARNING THIS IS A TICKLE FIC]

I love feedback! Critique is greatly appreciated! THANKS EVERYONE SO MUCH FOR THE PROMPTS! Prompts are awesome and kind and it really helps me out! I’m going to try and write as many of the prompts as I can, feel free to keep sending them in if you have any ideas or fics you really wanna read. Enjoy!

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Did you guys watch the video of the ex-military brother who became muslim? If you watch the video from the beginning his first contact with Islam was at a young age. He was grounded for getting in trouble and he watched vcr tapes on the life of Malcolm X. 

It was not when he was deployed and met a muslim in some country. The fact that the reposted video erased that part of the video speaks volume to how muslims have failed to claim Malcolm X. Nationalists, socialists, everyone except muslims appreciate the efforts taken by Malcolm. 

If I had the money I would buy a ridiculous number of books on the autobiography of Malcolm X and give it to my fellow black brothers and sisters. It would be like what Kaepernick is doing, May Allah guide him. It would be a beautiful form of dawah. 


This is the second part of hurt and the fourth part of the vlogging series.

It’s been two weeks of Jack being the hospital and all I can think about is him coming home. He’s actually doing okay other than the anger he’s been experiencing and the refusing to leave the hospital bed to do almost anything. He hasn’t been on camera since that day and also tells me that if I video tape him he will never speak to me again.

He’s going through a lot of anger and I stay by his side through it all, but I know that eventually I’m gonna snap and I don’t want to be mean to him. He also won’t take off his beanie because he’s embarrassed of the scar and the fact his hair has been cut off and he’s pretty much bald on one side of his head. For the most part he’s healthy other than the cast on his wrist and the staples that need to be taken out today before he gets discharged. He’s my love and I wouldn’t trade him for the word, but I’m so stressed and I’m also angry because he’s being a dick.

“Y/N can you just go film somewhere else. I’m not in the mood.” He snaps and I roll my eyes before placing my phone down. I try to stay calm, but he doesn’t stop there.

“Like I’ve said it so many times what don’t you get? I don’t want you filming me and I don’t want to hear about anything revolving around that camera. Just give up.”

“I was not filming you dick. I was going to call your mother to let her know how you’re doing but, if you want to be such an ass I’ll let you call her. Actually call Conor when you’re ready to go home because I’m sick of you right now. I’ve sat here day and night since you woke up and all I’ve gotten back are snippy comments and stupid remarks. I’m not gonna do this for the rest of my life because your upset about your hair. Why don’t you go and look at the little kids in the oncology wing without their hair because they have cancer. Maybe then you’ll realize that you’re fine and are gonna live a healthy life after this and you should be super grateful.” I stand up and I realize what I’ve just said. I’m not even guilty and before I can stop myself the ring is off my finger and on the bed next to him.

“Good luck and until you can realize how wrong you are, I’ll be staying with someone else.” I pick up my bag and I’m out of the room within seconds.

“Oh hello Y/N. Are you gonna stick around?” His doctor asks with a smile and I wipe the tears from under my eyes.

“No I’m not gonna be back for a while. His brother is gonna come pick him up I’m going to be anywhere but here for a long time.” I explain and he place her clipboard down and motions for me to walk with her.

“Things aren’t the same are they?”

“Not at all. I’ve known him for three years and we’ve been so close for that whole lot of time. He’s angry and resentful towards everyone and that’s not the Jack I know. That’s not the man who proposed to me in Portugal or the man who won’t go to bed without saying he loves me. In fact he hasn’t even said he loves me since that night when I left him at the club. I just feel like everything is wrong. I was supposed to have a family with him. I was supposed to marry him not storm out of the room and give him back the ring. Like I didn’t know what else to do.” I explain and she hugs me.

“You’re allowed to be angry. He’s allowed to be angry, but you have to remember that sometimes you have to put yourself first. Maybe you need some space for a few days or even weeks.”

“I know I just don’t want to lose him, but right now I feel like I already have.”

“I’m not making a mistake am I?” I ask while crossing my arms over my chest and looking across at Mikey.

“Y/N, I mean Conor told you that Jack is home and he’s asking for you. If he’s begging for you I’m sure he’s sorry and knows he’s wrong.”

“I know I just can’t go back after a day. I need to cool down and maybe Jack needs to learn to cope with this stuff before I come back.”

“Then wait a week. You’re more than welcome to stay here.”

Jack’s POV

“Okay it’s been two weeks. Where is she? I need her back. Conor please go get her. I need Y/N, please go get her. I can’t sleep and I need her to help me. I need her, please go get her. I would do it myself, but I’m on bed rest. Please I want her back.” I shout at Conor with tears in my eyes and he gives me a comforting look.

“Please everything hurts and she not here to help me. I need her and I was stupid, just call her and talk to her. It’s important.”

“Okay just stop crying. It makes me feel weird. Like really weird and I love you mate, but stop please.” He begs and I close my eyes as another wave of pain comes over me. He walks out of the room, but doesn’t realize I can still hear him.

“Y/N please I wouldn’t call you for something stupid. It’s Jack and he’s lying in bed sobbing uncontrollably. It’s honestly hard to watch, but I’m also worried about him. Please come back I’m not asking you to come in here and make love to him, I’m asking you to just tell him it’s gonna be okay.”

“Wait what? He’s crying, why is he crying? Put him in the phone please. Conor give him the phone.” I hear her scream and he walks back in the room.

“He can’t move his hands normally, so he can’t hold the phone. I put you on speaker.”

“Jack honey I’ll be there in a few minutes. Just stay in bed and listen to Conor until I’m there… Actually, scratch that and listen to me. You’re gonna sit up with pillows behind your head and your gonna turn the lights off and shut the curtains. Conor help him do that and once that’s done you’re gonna close your eyes and turn off that music. It’s not helping you at all. I’ll be there in like one minute tops. I was at Mikey’s so I’m down the block. Just stay still and just please take a deep breath.” Her voice soothes over the phone and I feel my body relax at the sound of her voice talking to me.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” I choke out as Conor shuts the blinds and turns off my lights. I go to reach out to grab the phone, but my arm shakes and my hand doesn’t move correctly so Conor grabs it for me and puts it closer to me.

“I’m here.” I move my head to the doorway and I see her standing there with phone in hand trying to catch her breath.

“Holy fuck I never thought I could run that fast.” She mumbles and before I know it she has shoved Conor out the room and climbed into bed with me.

“I’m so sorry for leaving you when you needed me the most. I love you more than anything and you don’t realize the pain I felt when I went to look at the ring and it wasn’t there. But what hurts. Do I need to get you to the doctors?” She asks while pushing my hair back and looking at the scar on the right side of my head.


“No I hate that hospital. I just want to sleep.” He whispers and I lean down to kiss his forehead. I start to massage the muscles on his shoulders and his eyes close.

“I’m not going anywhere Jack. Go to bed love.” I coo and he eventually drifts into sleep, but there’s one thing that catches my eye and it’s the tattoo on his side.

“Maybe God does have a plan baby.”