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The Fourth House - The House of Home

This is the fourth part of a twelve part series briefly explaining how the signs work in each house. Enjoy!

Ah, the House of Home, where the Moon and Cancer are rulers. It is in this house where you begin to learn what it means to say there is no place like home. You have found security, what nurtures you, keeps you in peace, and are ready to plant a home in this safe space. Having undergone the experiences that have shaped you to the person you are today, it is here where you decide: “yes, this is what I will call home because it keeps me protected.” The events that might have occurred in your life to realize what type of place you’re calling home can be of the relationship between your nurturer, such as your mother or father, regardless if these relationships were good or bad. (With further research these relationships can be analyzed with this placement.) Another aspect of home is where you come from, such as finding out your ancestry, heritage, and what you consider to be your culture. Since we are home, this is the private self that comes into play. We are home after a long day at work and are finally at the dinner table with our loved ones where we can be ourselves. It is also in this house where we express how we want to guide our loved ones to help them achieve what we believe is a full life. All in all, the Fourth House represents memories, photo albums, family, and everything you would call home. 

Aries in the Fourth House: So we know Aries always wants to be number one, and to be number one you always have to be achieving something. You are the same way at home. You may always be doing something in the house that involves action, like cleaning, painting, or rearranging furniture. If something needs to get done in the house, you do it. However, this can also be a bad thing because you may limit someone else from learning how to do for themselves and can be overbearing. Just because you can get the job done right and fast, doesn’t mean you should always do it. Be the leader, but do it in a way that others feel right following you. 

Taurus in the Fourth House: Having financial security and stability are what makes you feel like you are home. Not only for yourself but also your loved ones since this is how you feel protected. The drive that you have to achieve these things serves as a guide to the people in your life who might need some assistance in building better lives for themselves. However, you can come off too forceful so try to ease up a bit and let others ask for your help. Overall, your presence is a strong one and will not go unnoticed. You are extremely influential to the people around you so you have the power to lead people down the right paths of life if you learn to not let your temper get the best of you. 

Gemini in the Fourth House: The mind of a Gemini is always restless. Your family may know you as being energetic, talkative, and always up to something. There is never a dull moment with you because you’re full of curiosities and putting your thoughts into action. The perfect home for you involves a safe space where you can comfortably communicate with those around you and have them feel just as comfortable. Knowledge is power and being able to send that message is how you affect people’s lives. You want people to expand their minds to their full potential, as you would want for yourself, and when you achieve this, you are home. 

Cancer in the Fourth House: The familiar is home to you. How you were raised as a child can very well be a reflection of how you may set a home for yourself today or in the future. You have a strong sense to nurture and protect as any Cancer would, however, these qualities are much stronger in this placement since this is where Cancer rules.Your emotions have great power and can set people in the right direction if you learn to use them for good and not just be an emotional mess. In order to be the mother or nurturer to your loved ones you have to guard your feelings and be strong with your emotions. This way those around you can also learn how to be more in tune with their own emotions, and what better way to learn than from you. 

Leo in the Fourth House: You have a light in you that yearns to be shined at all times. Around family and loved ones you wish to be at the center of attention and it can cause you stress when you are not. You must learn that others may feel unimportant around you because you might not let them have a chance at the spotlight. Everyone has a light of their own so it is crucial for you to see that others want to be recognized too. Once you understand and are in tune with your ego and sense of self, this is how you will influence others in making lives for themselves. Since this is the house of home and togetherness you may find it difficult to lead others because all you want is to be the center of them. The Leo placement in the home can be one more of learning than of teaching. 

Virgo in the Fourth House: Very detail-oriented, the way you establish a home for yourself is through creating a routine based life. You can be the stereotypical Virgo of being a neat freak at home when you’re being critical on the house itself or your family. You set high standards for yourself and loved ones often causing stress in everyone because you make them feel like they have to be perfect, but perfection doesn’t exist. You have a strong sense of intuition like a mother’s intuition which helps you be of great service and a counselor: the ultimate goal of Virgo. People may be attracted to asking you for advice but there is a reason and you may have the answers to things you wouldn’t even imagine, all you have to do is dig into your intuition.  

Libra in the Fourth House: Living in harmony and peace is the only thing this Libra could ever ask for. When your family is in a good place and coming home feels relaxing and loving, this is when you are most happy. You are the peacemaker so your family has gotten use to you being the mediator and can constantly expect you to be the one to make everyone get along again. You don’t mind this too much because in the end you need the love of your family to survive. You can be somewhat dependent on others and are not too fond of being alone, but to avoid unhappiness, you must learn to find peace and harmony all on your own. 

Scorpio in the Fourth House: Since we are entering a private space, it is here where Scorpio feels comfortable enough to let their guard down. You may have deep, intimate relationships with your family members since you want to know them to their deepest, darkest level because you believe this is truly knowing a person. To them, however, you will always be a mystery. You have a powerful aura and it can express strong feelings of intimacy and depth. You may come off controlling to get what you want and this can be a turn off. Your highs will be very high and your lows very low so if you find yourself at a very low point try not to bring others down with you. Instead bring them with you when you come back up and aim higher.

Sagittarius in the Fourth House: With how much you love the outdoors, adventure, and exploring, your home will be a reflection of that. Doesn’t a house with big open windows looking out the forest sound beautiful? With walls filled of photographs of all the places you have travelled to. Freedom and independence are everything to you so you can make a home out of just about any space that is comfortable. You can teach people to be more independent and a bit more self centered, but in a good way. You show others that it is okay to be on your own and do things for yourself because in the end we really only have ourselves so why not make a home within ourselves so that wherever your travels take you, you are home. 

Capricorn in the Fourth House: At home you feel best being the provider and ensuring that everyone feels safe, protected, and emotionally satisfied. Troubles of unity may rise for the Capricorn in this house because this house is ruled by its opposite, Cancer. Where Cancer may be telling everyone how they feel, Capricorn keeps to themselves. You must learn to help others find purpose in life and not keep quiet of your intelligence because it might be that extra help they need. You may feel as though your words do not matter to people so you stay out of their lives, but in this house we are not meant to be alone so it is essential that you learn to find a home with your loved ones. You may have strong doubts within yourself because of the way you grew up but you must find confidence within yourself and mend any broken ties in your family. 

Aquarius in the Fourth House: As eccentric as the Aquarius is, your home is nothing of the ordinary. You will be interested in the innovative and your home will show for that with the newest technologies or even by the amount of times you move around. With family, you enjoy bringing everyone together but will not be tied down by them. If anything, you enjoy being in a group setting only to show off how different you are from everyone else. However, it is in this setting where you must learn that what you say has a strong influence on people so you should use that to direct them in their lives. You tend to want to help humanity as a whole forgetting that each individual has emotions that need to be understood. You will for the most part be independent in your domestic affairs but this is the house of home so don’t forget that we must come together here.

Pisces in the Fourth House: In the home, you will probably give yourself to your family more than you should. Everyone will continue to take as long as you keep giving. Your unhappiness should not equal their happiness, this is where your strong sense of empathy can get you into trouble. Your safe space is anywhere where you can be as imaginative as you want to be. Your mind explores places one cannot even dream so we may never really know you. You, however, are very intuitive and psychic about the feelings of others so you will know most of what is going on in the household. This can bring you to smother the ones you love because all you want to do is protect them but guilt tripping them to make them feel empathetic towards you is only going to push them away.

Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed this short analysis!

- Astrologia xo

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i walked into work an hour early on accident and when my coworker informed me that i wasnt supposed to be there yet, i went starbucks next door to get something to drink and jst kind of hang out, since i couldn’t really justify going back home. anyway this guy was there with his laptop. idk what he was so engrossed in that he didn’t realize that something was up, but he was listening to this really awful acoustic cover of bon jovi’s living on a prayer on repeat for at least a half hour. he didn’t realize his earbuds weren’t completely plugged in. after the third or fourth replay, the morale in the store had tangibly decreased. people were whispering to one another about bon jovi guy. the baristas looked just as uncomfortable as everyone else but i don’t think anyone knew what to say to him. 15 minutes go by and people start leaving the store with their unfinished drinks. i left soon after; i had business to attend to. it is unknown how long bon jovi guy continued this sonic assault, but you could death in the eyes of everyone there

oh well. at least he didnt say “frappe”

work for it | reggie mantle (riverdale)

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it was just another pep rally for the river vixens but for cheryl blossom it meant that there was another opportunity to be in the spotlight, being the captain and all.

you smile over to your red headed best friend, she was nervous like always. her parents had attended every single bulldog/vixen event but after jason’s death they had stopped because the memories flooded back each time they sat in those bleachers.

tonight was different though, tonight both blossom parents were here to support the teenage girl, so we had practice every damn day for at least a few hours. 

we had to make this rally perfect so cheryl could show her parents what they’ve been missing.

“you know this routine inside and out cheryl, you could do it in your sleep” you reassure her placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“thank you” she smiles softly at you “what are best friends for?” you giggle bumping her hip with your own as you apply your last coat of mascara to your eyelashes.

it was our fifth and final period and cheryl had ordered an emergency practice which resulted us being forced out to practice on the field with the jocks because the gym was being occupied by freshman gym class.

“5 minute break” cheryl yells allowing us to rest and hydrate.

you wonder over to the drinks table pouring yourself a cup a icy water from the cooler they leave there for the jocks.

“drinking our water i see?” you jump at the sudden voice almost covering yourself in water “god you scared me” you mumble wiping your mouth of the fallen liquid.

it was the one and only reggie mantle, it was common knowledge to all the kids at riverdale high that the raven haired jock had a thing for you. you flirted back and fourth tension building between the two of you.

he’d asked you out multiple times as well as half the other guys on the team but you refused to date anyone of them. the girls on your squad were puzzled at your decision to turn down only the best of riverdale high but you just shrugged it off.

you didn’t want to fall into the stereo type of an ‘easy’ cheerleader.

its not that you weren’t attracted to him because god, you were. he was tall, strong one of the best bodies in your year but he was more than that. you were the only one who’d seen past his bad boy jock facade.

he had everybody fooled, except you.

“can’t a hard working vixen get herself some cold water?”

he smirks “depends” he steps closer continuing to flirt

“will this working hard-gorgeous vixen want to go on a date with this beautiful specimen of a bulldog”

you roll your eyes placing the cup back down on the table

“you know what I’m actually not that thirsty” you turn and walk back toward your squad, swinging your hips as you know his eyes are watching your every agonising move.

“your going to have to try harder than that reg” you yell to the boy

he bites his clenched fist before jogging over to his jock friends.

you begin to stretch when cheryl approach you a smirk evident on her face. you grab her shoulder to stabilise yourself as you tuck one foot up.

“what are you doing?” she questions you, looking you up and down then behind you were you know reggie is staring based on the voice of coach clayton yelling at the poor boy.

“mantle! ball. over here” you giggle turning and giving the small boy a wave

“gosh (y/n) why don’t you just say yes!” the captain fumes at you.

“because its reggie cheryl” you muse taking a break from the stretching.

she huffs crossing her arms over her chest.

“oh c’mon you don’t seriously think i should go out with him? you hate reggie and me dating jocks remember what happened last time?”

she ignores you staring off behind you

“god what are you looking out” you turn spotting a familiar red head looking your way.

you smile and wave at your long time friend before turning and facing your best friend.”

“oh. my. god.” you squeal bouncing on your feet

“what now?” she snaps

you grin widely “you have a thing for andrews gah this is golden!!”

her eyes widen and she shakes her head “no i don’t!” she defends 

you laugh clapping your hands together

“it doesn’t matter his into you- they’re all freaking into you”

your features soften “cheryl archie is NOT into me” 

“I’m serious its completely platonic- wait what does this have to do with me and mantle?” you question dipping down to touch your toes.

“well if you start seeing the bimbo jock-” you interrupt her “don’t call him that”

she sighs “anyways if you start seeing each other than you my dear friend can put in a good word with efron- and then we can have double dates at pop’s!”

“god you didn’t just refer to archie as zac efron” you giggle

she narrows her eyes causing you to shoot your hands up “fine fine ill put in a good word to archiekins, i don’t need reggie for that”.

you bend down again touching your toes when you hear whistles and a huge thud.

you both turn quickly glancing as reggie is sprawled out onto the floor clutching his head as he rips off his helmet. before you know it your legs are carrying you over to the injured boy dropping to your knees as you approach him

“reg oh my god are you okay what happened?!” you bout running your hands over his face worry covering your expression like a blanket.

he winces trying to stand up only to stumble down, you stand quickly trying to bare all his weight. “arch” you mumble begging for the bulldog to help you out.

he swoops over holding the boy up, “what happened?!” you exclaim glancing at his team mates they all go quite holding in laughter “what?!” you ask confessed looking to your friend and the injured raven haired jock.

arch sighs laughing before answering “someone was having a good look at your ass and moose clocked him because someone didn’t have his head in the game”

you laugh covering your mouth as your cheeks heat up “hey i wasn’t-” he tries to defend himself leaning against his team mate.

“oh im sure you weren’t” you tease poking his chest

“practice is over mantle your on the beach tonight” he throws his hands in the air in frustration pulling away from the support of his red headed best friend

“c'mon coach-” coach clayton tucks his clipboard under his arm pointing a finger at the raven headed captain “i can’t afford you trying to show off to your girl- rest up”

your eyes fall to the ground blushing as Reggies attempts to cover up what his coach just said

a laugh spills from your mouth but your hands dart up to stop anymore from being realised. he glances at you with pleading eyes his rosy cheeks evident on his tan skin.

“(y/n)!” you turn to see your best friend yelling your name “i gotta get back to practice to you need help getting him to the bench?”

archie shakes his head adjusting his grip on the sulking boy “nah we’re good, go back to cheryl before she bursts a vessel”

you give the two boys a two finger salute before winking and rushing back over to your hot headed cheer captain

“jeez cap don’t get your knickers in a knot” you complain throwing your hair up into a pony tail.

she huffs turning and clapping to get the vixens attention “lets go bitches formation!” she yells

you roll your eyes getting into position catching the boys staring as we start our routine. “be right back” you mumble to the red head before jogging over to the pair on the first row of the bleachers

“yes” you smile catching reggies attention, the ice pack of his head slipping as he moves his hand away. they share a confused glance before looking back at the dumb smile on your face.

“wait what?” the raven haired boy chuckles nervously “ill come with you- on a date. pop’s. tonight” you speak with confidence twirling your hair.

a smile grows on his lips “really?” you dip down to reach his eye level “as long as ginger god comes too, for my ginger goddess” you point to the anger cheerleader standing with her vixens

“deal?” you question smile lazily placing your hand on his thigh

he looks to archie and he shrugs “im in” you give your friend a fist pump before looking back to the shy boy “deal” he finally speaks smiling up at me.

“what made you change your mind?” he asks nervously

you bite your lip backing away “i told you mantle, you had to work for it”

his smugness overwhelms his features archie elbow him in giddiness as he watches his friend flirt with the girl of his jock dreams

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IF YOU’D LET ME...

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Summary: You were a junior and he was a senior. You were a good girl and he was a bad boy. It was so cliché, like every high school drama you’d ever watched, and you honestly did not want to be a part of it. 

Warnings: light bullying

Word Count: 2k+


When you’d entered high school you’d had your first encounter with the notorious Park Jimin. His best friend Jungkook had pushed him and he’d slammed into you on your first day as you wandered about, trying your best to find your classes during the too short passing period. Your schedule had flown out of your hand, feet shuffling it further away from you. You’d scrambled on your hands and knees after it, only to have a tan hand reach over you and trap it. You’d huffed out a small breath of air in relief, only to realize that the hand belonged to Jimin who was practically on top of you. He’d smirked, quirking an eyebrow as he stood up before extending a hand to help you up. You’d denied it, standing up and snatching the schedule out of his hand, walking away quickly. Your cheeks had been red and your heart had been beating fast.

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Some HP!Pevensie headcannons for @western-woods I had so many ideas I thought I would write them all down here!

Peter:

• is one of the best Quidditch players Hogwarts has ever seen
• plays as Keeper for the Hufflepuff team
• his favourite subject is Defence Against the Dark Arts as he likes to think that someday, if the moment came, he would be able to protect his friends and family from harm
• sneaks his siblings into the kitchens when they’re feeling lonely or sad - says a good biscuit always clears your neves and wipes away the tears
• got a detention once for punching a fourth year Ravenclaw who peter caught calling Lucy and her friends horrible names
• for some reason, Dumbledore gave him a lollipop afterwards
• he still doesn’t understand why??
• is truly abysmal at Transfiguration, but Susan helps him with his homework and studies
• breaks his wand every couple of years - usually by sitting on it - and Ed then makes a little coffin and gravestone for them all
• and Lucy occasionally looks out the window of their house and gets all upset by the row of dirt mounds that lines the edge of their garden

Susan:

• Slytherin Prefect and #proud
• has never once gotten a detention - unlike her siblings
• excels at Transfiguration and Charms as she likes the practicality of both subjects
• is pretty much guaranteed to be Head Girl in her seventh year
• but cannot, for the life of her, understand why Qudditch is so fun??? like, it’s just throwing some magical footballs into hoops???
• violates the common room rule and invites her siblings for a gossip into the Slytherin common room every Friday evening because she really does get bored of studying and looks forward to that one evening ALL WEEK
• and she goes all out of this get-together
• there’s cakes and tea and all the sweets you could think of
• literally everyone is jealous too
• although, the one subject she is absolutely terrible at is Herbology - because plants should not talk, or make any noise for that matter
• she doesn’t think it, but she is definitely the most popular girl in school. everyone just seems to be in awe of her 24/7

Edmund:

• wizarding chess champ
• (and muggle chess champ too, but he doesn’t like to brag)
• most of the time Ravenclaw wins the house cup just because of his pure brilliance
• is also seeker for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team
• every time he gets house points, everyone is still chill because he’s just a modest and cool guy
• is the best at Astrology as he loves to look at the stars and loves them all for their little quirks and uniqueness
• and likes Potions too, but dislikes the Latin names that a lot of the ingredients have
• sometimes gets REALLY homesick and turns up in the middle of the night at the Hufflepuff Common room door looking for his brother
• after a couple (more like a dozen) biscuits and a hug he seems to get a little better
• he hates Divination - he’s not bad at it, but hates that it judges people based on their pasts and foretold futures
• constantly wants to show the writers of the Daily Prophet what’s right

Lucy:

• the bravest and purest cinnamon roll Gryffindor has ever seen
• literally apologised to the guy Peter punched after he called her names
• then punched him as well
• all the staff were so confused with the two normally kind and not-violent siblings that night??? was it something in their food???
• spends most of her spare time in the Owlery writing anonymous letters of happiness and telling her owl to post them randomly to someone who wasn’t having a particularly good day
• she also writes in the prettiest cursive ever (who can write that pretty with such a scratchy old quill???)
• excels at Care of Magical Creatures and Herbology as she is the gentlest being to have ever existed, but also is keen to meet as many of the most dangerous breeds and species as possible
• once stole some cakes from one of Susan’s little tea parties and gave them to lonely looking first years
• what was a small competition between herself and Peter where they battled each other on who could tell the best dad jokes turned into a school wide tournament and constantly interrupted extra-curricular activities
• loves to explore Hogsmeade instead of browsing through the shops on school trips

Iron Or

Prompt:Forced orgasms where he ties her up and continues to eat her out continuously till she literally can’t crawl.

Negan X Reader

SMUT, NSFW, Non-con, oral sex, vaginal sex, light BDSM  

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   The doorknob looked so tempting.  You wondered if you tugged on it for the umpteenth time if it would finally open.  Your feet acted like they had a mind of their own as they turned away from the door and paced towards the other side of your bedroom.  There was no window.  You would have to work here a long time to get a room with a view. Even if you had one jumping would do no good.  There was no leaving the Sanctuary.  At best you could hide for a few hours, but it would probably only make things worse in the long run.

               Two weeks you had been here.  Two weeks and you had already broken the rules three times. Other residents told you rumors of punishment ceremonies.  Flashes of Dwight and Mark’s faces made you gasp and cover your mouth.  There was no way Negan would do that to a woman.  At least that is what you tried to convince yourself.

               His last warning kept trying to surface in your brain:  

               “You’re on thin ice little girl.  I won’t show you any special treatment.”  

 

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To Speak

To my dearest Nonny, I hope you are smiling, I hope you find happiness- I am still here if you need me. All of us here are family you can count on. 

PLEASE NOTE THAT I HAVE INCLUDED SOME FAIRLY HEAVY STUTTERING TO MC’S SPEECH AND I AM NOT TRYING TO MOCK ANYONE. 

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Masterlist

Last Updated: May 31, 2017.


H E A D C A N O N S   F O R   A L L

How They Cuddle


D R A C O   M A L F O Y 


New Sides: (Name) has a clothing incident which leads to a flustered Draco and a sweet ending.

Draco Malfoy Crush Headcanons

Draco Malfoy Girlfriend Headcanons

D R A C O  M A L F O Y  S E R I E S : BREAK ME


 Break Me: (Name) gave everything to him, but he wasn’t willing to give back. (Chapter One)

Help Me: Second chapter to Break Me.

Redeem Me: Third chapter to Break Me.

Regret Me: Fourth chapter to Break Me.

Forgive Me: Fifth chapter to Break Me.


G E O R G E   W E A S L E Y

Heart Race: (Name) met George in her third year after being pushed down. After another year, what will happen when George has to find a way to keep his feelings for her in check?

The Challenges You’re Facing: (Warning: Depression)


W E A S L E Y  T W I N S

Being best friends with the twins would include…


N E V I L L E   L O N G B O T T O M

Every Part of You: Reader is insecure about her body.

So, now that this is a thing, I’m gonna be tinfoil hatting.

There are a lot of potential options here - Reyes having been Reaper for the entire duration of his life (which is unlikely, from what we’ve seen in the lore and his connections to Mercy/Angela) or, the one I’m focusing on here, Reaper being a title, in a Red Hood or Dread Pirate Roberts situation. Either passed down from person to person or claimed by multiple people at once, so on, so fourth.

My personal theory here is that Talon (or, I guess, whatever organization Reaper’s hailing from, since he only works with Talon, not for them, but I’ll use Talon here out of ease) has gone through multiple Reapers in the past. Potentially as a project - make the best soldier they can. A serum, Captain America style, or maybe just straight up experimentation on humans, whatever - but they’ve gone through multiple Reapers over time, trying to perfect one. And Reyes is their perfect Reaper. Maybe because he went through the Soldier Enhancement Program so he was already a good base.
(And here’s where I start meta talk.)
But there’s one problem with Reyes. He’s kind of garbage at his job as Reaper. The serum technically works perfectly with him, gave Talon everything they needed, but Reyes just doesn’t do well in the field. In the shorts and comics we’ve seen him in, he’s failed in all of them, from the cinematic trailer to the Recall short to the Old Soldiers comic and the Infiltration short, he’s failed all of them. Didn’t do a damn thing of note.
Widowmaker managed to do something during her and Tracer’s short, actually killed Mondatta (even if she’s missed every shot since then) and Sombra did her thing with Katya Volskaya. They’ve had some bit of productivity.
Reaper has, so far: Gotten wrecked by Winston and a kid with a gauntlet, gotten wrecked by Ana and 76, gotten wrecked by Winston again, and then got wrecked by a Russian mecha.

He’s just really bad at this.

SO, that said. Talon has a perfect base for their Reaper, but their candidate is severely lacking in other respects. Assuming they see that, they very well might figure - they want another candidate. One that can work with the serum or whatever just as well as Reyes does, but can also get stuff done.

My stupid idea is that they might go for 76 next, since he went through the Enhancement Program too, and can evidently do shit. But regardless of whoever they pick, they’ll still be getting rid of Reyes in favor of them. Which leaves you an angry, less than human, semi-magic guy. If they try to put him down or just decommission him, he’s still left lacking and probably very unhappy about the whole ordeal for whatever reasons.

And then there’s the fact that this is Blizzard we’re talking about. Blizzard has something of a hardon for both redeption arcs and corruption arcs, it’s a theme shown in every game they’ve made (especially Warcraft, though, where you’ll see either redemption or corruption in every expansion), they very well may try to a redemption with Reyes/Reaper. If he’s left decommissioned and angry, he doesn’t have much place to go, and he can’t exactly die. Even if it isn’t a “Reyes rejoins Overwatch,” situation, it could still be a shift for him from being a main antagonist to just being an anti-hero, or just a less extreme Zuko situation.

And that’s all I’ve got for now because I’m writing this at 2AM.

Top 5 favorite: YA Fantasy series

Halloween has never been my thing, perhaps because where I come from (especially when I was a kid), it isn’t celebrated. I do find it the perfect excuse to talk about my favorite fantasy books. These books might not be spooky in general, but they have their moments!

1. Mara Dyer 

I took the first Mara Dyer-book home with me from the library without having any expectations. Once I started reading these books, it was impossible to put them down. The story’s about Mara, a high school student who’s been noticing strange accidents around her. Accidents she’s afraid she caused. Noah Shaw is Mara’s love interest and he’s so hot and brooding but also sweet and caring. They really are M.A.D.N.E.S.S. (sorry, inside joke). Mara also has a great best friend and a cool relationship with her brothers. 

2. The Grishaverse

If there’s one author everyone should give a shot it’s Leigh Bardugo. She can create a mystery and let her kick-ass characters solve it with a lot of action and a little bit of humor. I deliberately wrote Grishaverse, instead of trilogy because Leigh’s Six Of Crows-duology is set in the same universe. The setting of Six Of Crows is very different from the Grisha-books but just as good. Maybe even better…

3. Vampire Academy (and the Bloodlines spin-off)

About three years ago I read Richelle Mead’s VA-series, which is narrated by the witty Rose Hathaway. She’s a dhampir, a half human-half vampire, who’s in training to become her best friend Lissa’s, a royal vampire, guardian. When I first heard of this series I wasn’t entirely convinced, but once I started reading the first book, I couldn’t put it down! I read the entire VA-series in one week. Luckily after I was finished there was the spin-off, which is about Sydney Sage. She gets introduced in the fourth VA-book. Bloodlines isn’t better or worse, it is only different.

4. Shatter Me

Writing, or even thinking, about Tahereh Mafi’s Shatter Me-series always hurts a little bit. I’ve read this series twice. When I finished Ignite Me, I started all over again the next day. Tahereh’s writing is beautiful. She writes about the journey of Juliette, a girl with fatal powers, who’s captured and eventually used as a weapon. In Unravel Me there’s this really intense scene and every time I read it, something scares the shit out of me, like the doorbell. My heart hurt so badly from being startled that it still hurts when I think about it.

5. Precious Stone

If you’re looking for an adventure with mystery and great humor, Kerstin Gier’s books are for you. In this trilogy, she writes about time traveling and her character’s are hilarious! Once you’ve finished this book you’ll want to read more of her. Luckily her Silver-trilogy is also published in multiple languages.

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1) Friends?

by @captainwhysoseriousfan

a jungkook x y/n fic 

oneshot 

youve known jungkook for a while, heck, he was your best friend and somehow along those lines, he developed a crush for you, okay prolly more than that, so when he finally confesses to you….

2) Dare

by @mlkygguk

a jimin x y/n fic 

police man au, best friends au

oneshot 

you and jimin are best friends but the thing about you two is that you both will never back down from a dare, started out in fourth grade but even as adults, it still exists, any dare was possible except him to dare you to marry him

( i love this plot so so much )

3) Lock and Key

by @btsmutimagines

a jimin x y/n fic 

oneshot 

4) Pepero Day

by @kittae

a yoongi x y/n fic 

best friend au

oneshot 

it was another one of those valentine’s day, yoongi coming over to accompany you through this holiday but when some tension escalates over the last pepero…

5) Late Night

by @btsxyou

a hoseok  x y/n fic 

oneshot 

youve always been around to help hoseok out especially after his recent relationship, nothing was ever in order in his house and so you decided to help him out a bit until he came back one day to you in his house, showing his gratitude to you 

6) Ask and you shall receive

by @floralseokjin

a hoseok x y/n fic 

sugar daddy au

ongoing series 

hoseok knew his boundaries and wanted you to be comfortable with this agreement but somehow you ended up wanting more, even if it means readjusting the agreement 

7) I do ( want to love you ) 

by @taeverie

a jimin x y/n fic 

oneshot 

jimin and you had so many differences, one major one would be the different worlds youre both living in, his affluent one compared to your simple one yet you both could come to agree that you both love each other 

lastly

8) After Hours

by @war-of-hormoan

a yoongi x y/n fic 

tattoo au, rapper au

oneshot 

this is all for this fic rec, another one up soon~

anonymous asked:

Could you please write a little Trans!Michael BMC drabble? Like where he comes out to Jeremy? I'm coming out to my girlfriend as trans soon and I'm really scared so I thought this could calm me down haha

i wish you the best on coming out to your girlfriend, anon! i hope things go safely and well

in the meantime, here’s a lil ficlet that has a lot of grammatical errors and typos because im on the fourth day of a really bad migraine and im really tired and can’t write properly rn lmao

Michael sighed as he hesitated by Jeremy’s bedroom door. He was terrified. He didn’t know exactly how to tell his boyfriend that he’d been dating a boy this entire time, but he decided that it had to be done at one point or another.

Michael reluctantly knocked on the door.

“It’s open!” Jeremy yelled in reply. Michael opened the door nervously, stepping into Jeremy’s bedroom. Jeremy smiled upon seeing Michael. “You know you don’t have to knock, right? You’re my girlfriend. That’s… not very necessary.”

Michael resisted the urge to cringe at the word ‘girlfriend.’

“Okay, so I know you’ve got something to tell me, but I’ve gotta tell you something first.” Michael arched an eyebrow.

“How do you know that I have something to tell you?”

“Uh, because I know you?” Jeremy replied, rolling his eyes. Michael sighed.

“Okay, I’ll tell you, I just– Give me a minute? I’m nervous,” Michael stammered out, taking a deep breath in a futile attempt to calm himself down.

“Take all the time you need, Maddie.” Michael wanted to puke upon hearing his deadname. “Wait, wait, wait. I have an idea. On the count of three, we both say he thing we have to tell each other.”

“That’s… the shittiest idea I’ve ever heard. Let’s do it.”

“Okay.” Jeremy paused, bracing himself. “One…two…three!”

“I’m a trans boy!”

“I’m bisexual!”

Jeremy and Michael stared at each other with wide eyes. Well. Michael surely hadn’t been expecting that.

“Wait, wait, wait. So you’re… a guy?”

“Wait, wait, wait. So you wouldn’t mind dating a guy?”

The two spoke at the same time, making it hard to understand exactly what the other had said.

“Look, I… If you want to break up with me now because I was lying to you, I mean, I guess it’s unfair for a gay trans guy to be dating a straight guy, well, I mean, I guess you’re bi actually, but I lied to you and you might be transphobic, I mean, not that I think that of you! I just– I mean, I’m not even a real boy so you probably don’t even want to–”

Jeremy cut Michael off with a kiss.

“Hey, hey, Mad– erm, Michael, it’s fine, I swear,” Jeremy said reassuringly, grabbing Michael’s hands and intertwining their fingers. “I’m not breaking up with you for being trans. And… And screw the ‘real boy’ shit. I don’t care. You’re a real boy no matter what. I love you.”

Michael took a shaky breath.

“I… I’m sorry for lying to you.”

“Don’t be sorry. It’s fine, I swear. I’m so glad you told me all of this.” Jeremy smiled, pulling Michael in for a chaste kiss. “Hey, Michael, guess what?”

“What?”

“You’re the cutest boy ever. And guess what else?”

“What?”

“You’re the cutest boy ever, and I’m your boyfriend.” Michael’s face flushed red.

“I’m not the cutest boy ever. You already took that title, Jer.”

“No way.”

“Let’s play a match of Mariokart. Whoever wins on Rainbow Road gets to crown the other as cutest boy ever.”

“Oh, you are so in for it, Michael.” Jeremy smirked.

Michael managed to narrowly beat Jeremy.

But that surely won’t stop Jeremy from claiming that Michael is still the cutest boy ever.

The start and the end

*Thomas x reader
*Modern
*Word count: 4488 (wow guys)
Summary: How it all started and then how it all ended.

Author’s Note: So I suck at summaries and titles! Whoo! This was really hard for me to finish because I wasn’t exactly sure how to end it and I wanted it to be perfect. I’m really proud of how this fic turned out and I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it :)

Warnings: Death, Swearing, Sadness, Angst, way too much italics… You’ve been warned
(Feel free to message me and yell at me because honestly,,, I deserve it with how many angsty fics I’ve been putting out lately)

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Six.
Thomas was six years old when he first met her, he remembered clinging to his mother’s leg and watching the girl do the exact same, peeking her head out from behind her mother shyly and making eye contact with Thomas. He felt a grin slowly forming on his lips as he met her gaze, cocking his head to the side when he saw the girl do the exact same thing.

He remembered slowly making his way towards the small girl, letting go of his mom’s leg and watching her do the exact same thing, meeting each other halfway.

“I’m Thomas,” he spoke, smiling brightly at the smaller girl as he held his hand out for her to shake, something his father had taught him to do.

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bite sized   — vlogger au

Summary: In which you’re a travel vlogger and your boyfriend Yoongi is the most camera-shy person you know.

1.2k words / based on

like what you see?

A weight hits your shoulder as you wait in line outside his favourite barbecue restaurant. Shivering under the slithers of cold drafts, you wrap your coat tighter over your chest. The weight shifts, and a warm puff of air tickles your nape. 

“Cold?” He asks softly, already moving to drape the end of his scarf across your neck. You respond by holding the fabric, heavy with his scent, closer to your face, delighting in the familiarity. It’s almost enough to make you drop the lecture on why you absolutely have to eat at this place when there were plenty other restaurants with lines half the length of this. 

 "You’re really doing this, right? Appearing in my vlog?“ He straightens up behind you, the weight of his head lifting from your shoulder. Angling your face, you look up at him, his face dimmed by the lights of the restaurant overhead.

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Fate (Bucky x Reader)

Fate

Pairings/Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Female), Steve x Peggy makes a brief cameo

Prompt: Soulmate AU where a timer on your wrist counts down until the moment you meet your soulmate, then underneath appears the date and time that you met your soulmate and the initials of your soulmate written in their handwriting.

Summary: It didn’t matter to Bucky that his timer was extremely long, or that it wasn’t on his left wrist like everyone else’s. No, he just lived his life to the fullest as per the words of his father. A soulmate didn’t matter to Bucky. Until it did. Until a big buff Steve rescued him from the HYRDA base and he saw how happy they were together, Steve and his soulmate Peggy. Until he fell off that train and he realized, that he wouldn’t live to see his own soulmate. Then he regained his memories and realized that he didn’t deserve a soulmate. But then he found her.

Word Count: 2286

Warnings: Holy fucking shit I don’t think there’s any swearing in this, well I just swore but that doesn’t count, I don’t think there’s any warnings, maybe some sad Bucky and a bit angsty. If you see anything that you think is a trigger or warning, please let me know.

PLEASE READ THE DISCLAIMERS!

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel or any of its characters. Marvel belongs to Disney blah blah legal stuff, don’t sue me I’m poor.

Disclaimer No. 2: I know that a lot of people have written Soulmate AUs about Marvel characters and the timer seems to be the most popular one, this has been sitting in my docs for months on end and I just cleaned it up a bit. But I have read a couple stories about the timer so if you do see anything familiar to something you wrote here chances are that I’ve read your story and somehow remembered little details and wrote them in. If this is the case and you aren’t comfortable with it just message me or send an ask OFF anon and we’ll work it out.

A/N: OMG I’m alive! My first Bucky x Reader fic I’m screaming internally I have my laptop (YAY!) and I’m spending the night at my grandma’s place so I have WiFi (double yay!) and I found this sitting in Docs from like, way back when i don’t even remember and I haven’t written anything soooooo long, so I cleaned it up and I thought why not? Feedback is always welcomed, it’s not a suggestion, it’s a command, you tell me what you think! jk. On with the story!

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When he’s in fourth grade the word ‘soulmate’ is one of the questions his teacher asks the class if they know the meaning of. Bucky does, but still he copies down the statement written on the board.

Soulmates – People that the universe destined to be together.

There’s a box on the underneath, for him to draw a picture that represents the word. The girl and the boy in front of him try their best to draw pictures of themselves, writing their names underneath, their timers having stopped two weeks after the start of the initial school year when the girl transferred into their class. Bucky draws the best stick figure of himself, holding hands with another mystery figure, a question mark in the place of their head.

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badboy!Calum is confused about his feelings for goodgirl!Reader

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Calum Hood didn’t fall in love. He just didn’t. Of course, I mean, he likes to fuck around with girls but he never, and would never love them. It was something he made sure of because somewhere in his mind he had this fixed mindset that he didn’t need it and didn’t want something like that.

That’s why when he saw you his heart raced a little faster and he didn’t understand. He would walk up next to you and talk to you even though his reputation as a bad boy didn’t fit with talking to one of the smartest girl in school. He didn’t understand why he blushed when you laughed at his stupid jokes or why you even offered your notes to him when he needed them.

He also didn’t understand why he was so protective of you either.

“Y/n. Damn dude, I’d smash.” Ashton looked towards where you were standing, holding a megaphone and cheering on the ASB event that was currently going on. From where they were sitting on the empty tables, Calum looked up and noticed you, smiling and laughing at the pies that were being thrown at teachers for a fundraiser.

“Definitely, man.” Luke smirks, “but she’s way too goodie goodie for me.”

“Don’t talk about her like that.” Calum mumbles, looking down and picking at his shoes irritably.

“Oh, sorry I forgot, mate. You’re in love with her.” Ash teases, rubbing Cal’s hair tauntingly. Cal signs, shaking his head.

“I’m not in love with her. She’s just- Just don’t talk to her about that.” He mumbles.

“Like what, Cal? How good she’d look under me?” Luke smirks, knowing he was riling Calum up.

“Or how sexy she’d be screaming out my name?” Michael laughs.

“Say something like that again and I’ll break your nose.” Calum growls, turning and glaring at the boy with the colored hair.

The boys all snicker slightly as Cal rolls his eyes.

“Shut up.” He mumbles.

“Mate if you like her just go ask her out.” Michael says shoving him towards the courtyard.

“Hell no. You guys know my rule.” Calum says but his mind urged him to follow his friends advice.

“The rule was you weren’t gonna fall in love. After these couple weeks, mate, I think you’re in love.” Luke points out and Calum glances at them before looking down and sighing.

He really didn’t know. His mind conflicted ideas of dating and a relationship when a thought came across his mind. Did she even like him the way he liked her?

These very thoughts were the main reason Calum didn’t fall in love. He’d much rather go back to not worrying about stupid little things and his feelings, but yet, he couldn’t help himself thinking about her 24/7.

How did a tough bad boy come to this? He needed to get her out of his head.

He tried to avoid her, he really did. But when she always seemed to make time to come and say hello, it became hard.

He ignored her like they’d never met and she eventually stopped coming up to him. He told himself he didn’t care, hoping that he’d follow his own advice.

For the next couple weeks, he’d succeeded. She was probably the last thing on his mind and she ignored him, but all of that changed on the Monday of the fourth week.

“Dude, I got fuckin’ wasted, man.” Michael laughs, leaning on his locker for support and fixing his sunglasses, “I woke up in some chick’s room and had the worst hangover yet.”

Calum, who also had sunglasses on, blinked a few times before looking back at him.

“What?” He asked and the boys erupted in a fit of laughter.

“No one got as wasted as you, mate.” Ash exclaims, “I think you’re still woozy.”

Calum wasn’t his best no, but that wasn’t the reason he didn’t hear anything Michael said. Down the hall, Y/n was talking to Dylan, a star football player and someone Calum personally did not like.

He was cocky, treated girls like trash and overall not a great football player. Well, compared to Calum.

He tried hard to listen in on their conversation.

“…and I was wondering if you’d like to go with me.” Dylan speaks, smirking.

“Uh, “ Y/n starts, pushing books into her locker and grabbing things out, “I don’t know, it’s a school night and there’s a quiz in History tomorrow.” She replies and Calum chuckles. Of course, Y/n would say something like that.

“The quiz is easy, you’ll pass it.” Dylan coaxes, “But tonight is an important night, sweetheart.” Calum became irritated when he called her that, “The football team is celebrating and I want you there.”

“I guess,” She thinks aloud and Calum finally turns, ignoring what his friends were saying and makes his way down the hall, coming in between them.

“Sorry mate, but she can’t come with you.” Calum growls, standing front of him. He was very intimidating, but with the dark glasses he looked even more intimidating.

Apparently, Calum Hood obviously telling him to get lost wasn’t enough to scare the jock.

“I believe it’s her decision, Hood.” He replies. Calum chuckles lightly before slamming him into the wall of lockers.

He didn’t know why he cared so much now, but something raged inside him as an asshole tried to steal his girl. His girl? Honestly, he didn’t even care at this moment.

“You must be pretty damn tough to say something like that to me. I haven’t been myself lately, but that doesn’t mean I lose respect, got it?” Calum growls, muttering things Y/n only heard rumors about.

“Calum, get off. Stop!” Y/n says, pushing in between them. He lets go of the boy pinned to the lockers eventually, but when he sees the scared look on Y/n’s face he realized this was a part of him she hadn’t seen yet, and wasn’t thinking about how she would take it.

He turns hesitantly, finding his way out of the hallway.

——

“I’m gonna go for the drinks.” Ash tells Calum, pushing his way through the drunken crowd.

He looked around. He was here to clear his head. He needed to have fun and let loose, and maybe not think about the look on her face for once today.

He saw no sight of Y/n, which he thought as good.

Ashton handed him the drink and he downed it.

“I know you’re thinking about her.” Ash says, “And honestly, you’re idiotic to be losing a girl like that. But if you really want to get her off your mind, then Alicia told me trying to get with you tonight. Easy.”

“I’ll think about it.” Calum tells him and he disappears through the crowd. He looks towards Alicia and her friends and checks her out, his mind already drifting from Y/n.

Suddenly, the crowd’s voice lowered and whispers erupted around him. He turns to find what was going on when he saw her standing in the doorway, a hand wrapped around her waist.

People stared at him, wondering if the guy around her wasn’t going to be at school tomorrow, but he sighed, looking at her one last time, before turning and making his way to where Alicia was.

When Y/n saw him, she immediately made her way towards him.

“What the hell was that this morning?” She shoved him, when he ignored her.

“Nothing,Y/n, leave me alone.” He tells her, drawing his attention towards the girls in front of him.

“It wasn’t nothing! I’d never seen you-“ “Well, I’m sorry Y/n, but the person you thought you knew wasn’t real.” He growled at her.

“That’s bull, Hood.” She says.

“I’m not fighting with you.” Calum mumbles.

“Well you should! You don’t talk to me for weeks and then suddenly you’re making my decisions? Calum, if you don’t care, then you don’t care. I get that, but you can push your way into my life when you feel like it?”

“You think I don’t care?” He questions. She stares at him and he stares at her for a good 5 seconds.

“Come on.” He growls, pulling her hand. “I’m not fighting with you out here.”

He leads her into one of the boys bedrooms.

“What the hell, Calum? You can’t just push a guy into the lockers like that and-“ “I’m sorry.” He says, sitting at the edge of the bed.

“What?” She asks.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I just- I was confused. I thought that if I stayed far enough away from you I could lose you, and I didn’t want anyone else to be with you and-“

“Cal, what are you saying?” She asks.

“Y/n, I’m in love with you. Love the way you would rather stay in class to finish a book and freak out about bands and the way you hung out with me even though I was an asshole the first couple weeks.” He laughs. “I’m so in love with you that I was scared, and God, you’re probably gonna laugh in my face and-“He doesn’t get to finish as Y/n presses her lips against his. It takes him by surprise and he doesn’t know what to do at first. He lays his hands on her waist and kisses back before she pulls away.

“You’re such an idiot for not telling me.” She scoffs.

“Yeah I can see that now.” He smirks, “But there’s one thing I need to ask you.” He starts, “Do you want to be my girlfriend?”

“Of course I do, Cal.” She smiles, and for once with her, Calum could see straight.


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Kitten (Complete)

Relationships: Keith/Shiro

Characters: Keith, Kuro, Shiro, Lance, Allura, Hunk, Pidge (yes, we actually see into all these character’s heads)

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Breaking Fingers, Claustrophobia, Water Torture, Branding, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Recordings

Words: 25,637

Summary: Kuro violently kidnaps Keith from the Castle of the Lions. Team Voltron desperately tries to get him back, while Kuro taunts them about all the things they can’t stop him from doing. When they finally rescue him, the truly hard part begins.

Note: Don’t let the warnings scare you too much, over half the fic is dedicated to the recovery part of Hurt/Comfort. If you don’t like tumblr as a format, Kitten can also be found on my AO3 account (username ILoveLocust).

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Part One

He’s such a pretty kitten. Convinced his sharp little claws can do real damage against the big bad wolf. Kuro’s weaker self has been humoring him. Letting him think he’s stronger than he is. He’s lucky his stubbornness is endearing, or Kuro might have just killed him for not acknowledging his betters.

Declawing the kitten is easy. He just has to wait until he over extends himself on an attack, then rip the sword from his hand. The red bayard resumes its dormant state when he tosses the blade across the room. The kitten doesn’t give up at the loss of his weapon. He keeps fighting with his weak fists alone. Kuro is pleased. He’d be so disappointed, if he’d quit so easily. He might have had to wring his delicate neck.

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The knife cut and tore deeper with each movement, the stench of blood filling up your nose as you slam into a door, throwing it open and pressing your back against it to shut tightly. Keeping your weight as shaky hands tremble with the lock.

“Fuck, fuck.” You murmur, moving one hand awkwardly to your back with fingers brushing against the handle of the knife still lodged. The small shift from your fingers is like lighting your nerves on fire, black dots dance rapidly against your vision and for a moment all you can hear is the blood rushing through your ears. Eyes rapidly blinking and trying to focus and keep yourself from passing out, immediately ripping your hands away from the knife and pressing it against your thigh. Rubbing the slick red substance onto your pants.

There had suddenly been an overwhelming amount of demons, and pushing against the tide hadn’t helped any. You had found yourself separated from the two boys, facing off against a few demons by yourself. Luckily you had managed to handle yourself well enough until a fourth one came from nowhere, plunging the knife straight into your side from behind. You were sure your scream had reached wherever the boys had been, but you didn’t have time to wait. Blocking out the pain best you could as you elbowed one demon out of the way and took off down the long winding hallway.

Until you found yourself locked in this small room on the second floor, where dropping out the window would likely break your legs if it didn’t kill you outright. You were going to have to find a way to remove the knife before it ended up becoming more of a problem, but at the time you had been worried ripping it out would just cause you to bleed out faster.

“Okay, [Name].” Your hands are trembling, limping over to the curtains and grabbing them to yank them down. You could rip it with the knife after you pulled it out and use the fabric to try and staunch the wound, to prevent further bleeding until you could get stitches. “We can do this.”

Your fingers twitch, one hand clutching tightly onto the fabric of the curtains while the other reaches around to the handle. The brush of your fingers sends another shockwave of pain that sends blood rushing to your ears so you don’t hear the door coming down on its hinges until there’s a hand pressing hard on your shoulder.

“Need help with that?” The voice says and your heart jumps as you look back to see the demon who had snuck up on you in the first place, his hand so heavy your legs give and you’re on your knees. “I need this back.”

He rips it out of your back and a scream of pain erupts from your mouth, smothered out by the hand that clasps over it.

“Shh, you’ll wake the whole neighborhood sweetheart. We don’t want the Winchesters hearing now do we?”

“I don’t think it’s the Winchesters you should be worried about.”

The blood rushing in your ears blocks out the noise and only when the heavy hand leaves your shoulder does your body slump forward. One hand pressing to the gushing wound at your back with a small whimper. It’s when you turn around to back away from your attacker that you see him and your heart beats wildly.

You should be a lot more afraid than you are.

“Lucifer,” You breathe out and he takes a long side long glance, the edges of his lips twitching at your bleeding form before looking back to the demon frozen at the tip of his outstretched fingers pressing to their forehead.

“I thought I made myself clear?”

“W-we-” Lucifer tilts his head, dragging his fingers down the demons face and watching the slow line of blood follow as they clench their eyes tightly shut.

“Do you want the honors [Name]?” He speaks very softly, looking over at your panting and heaving form. The sweat on your brow and how pale you’ve become, the blood soaking the throw carpet and down into the wood below it.

You sway to your feet, the tiny voice in the back of your head prompting you forward and each step is heavy and your vision is faded, black edges creeping in but you manage. One step closer and closer to him, and there’s the arch angel blade in his free hand, holding it out to you with a small sadistic smile.

“Take it.”

You do as you’re told, hand grasping the blade and you look at the demon who made you bleed and your face screws up in anger in pain.

“Fuck you.”

You jam the blade into their gut, taking satisfaction in the way the blade makes the light pulse beneath their skin, flickers of their skeleton against their light before you yank the blade out. Stumbling back a few steps, one hand still attempting to keep the bleeding at bay, but the position is awkward and difficult to do so.

Your legs give out but you don’t hit the ground, instead you see Lucifer hovering over you, one arm beneath your back keeping you from falling.

“I need you to keep it safe.” He’s speaking but he sounds so much further away than he actually is. His hand trailing over yours as he gently plucks the blade from your hand before pressing its flat side against your abdomen. It’s painful at first, a small cry pressing past your lips that he frowns at and quietly hushes.

“Shh, shh.”

When the light and pain fade away, he presses one hand against your back and wide a swipe of his hand the pain is gone. You furrow your eyebrows at him, you know there are thousands of questions on the tip of your tongue but you can’t get them past your lips, like you’re paralyzed beneath his hands. His fingers move to your forehead and before you know it, the darkness completely takes over your vision.


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24/5/17

Being A Woman

At thirteen I used to count the beeps as I walked from my home into town
I used the number to measure how good I looked and how good I felt
only as an adult did I realise the implications of measuring your self worth by other people’s reactions
and the implications of fully grown men peering up the skirt of a newly pubescent girl

My first boyfriend wanted to buy me a dog collar because he said I was his bitch
he broke up with me because I wouldn’t let his clambering fingers inside parts of myself that I called my own
It was the first time that I realised that to some I was only worth what parts of my body they could leave fingerprints on

My second boyfriend forced my head down with words
the expectation weighed my body down to the bed until I was on all fours
choking on the word “no”
Afterwards, he praised me
and I felt sickeningly proud
It was the first time I realised that the more I’d do, the more men would want me
When he broke up with me he said it was all I’d been good for

My third boyfriend left blackberry marks all over my skin
he dug his nails into my lungs and squeezed the breath out of me
he broke me into pieces and called it love
whilst I desperately searched my soul for the strength that he’d ripped out of me

He found the flesh of other women and I pretended to be brave but
I let him ruin me over and over until he had
beaten the love out of my soul and
I could then find the courage to take back my battered heart
The police blamed me for the ways he found to stalk me for the next six years
and the shadows he created still seep under the door at night
I have a step by step escape plan should he ever be waiting for me

My fourth boyfriend and I stayed friends after it was over
until he broke my phone and refused to help pay for a new one
he eventually came into my house and climbed the stairs to my bedroom
to throw a ten pound note at me as I was sleeping
that afternoon he took the time to send me text messages calling me a slut
and months later after I gave my blessing
I watched him break my best friend’s heart

My fifth boyfriend burned things to the ground
including our relationship when my existence was no longer exciting to him
six years later he said he had changed
and we fucked for months until the time I asked him to make me come and
he “couldn’t be bothered”
he never asked me why we stopped talking
and I realised I had never been worth anything but the clothes I took off:
just another lump of willing flesh to add to the current collection

My sixth boyfriend was good in every way
but even he lost control when he pinned me to the bed and
taunted me because I had said something that made him feel weak
I said “get off me” over and over but he wouldn’t and
only bursting into tears made him snap out of whatever world he was in
They tell us “not all men”
but how will I ever know which men will lay their hands on me when even the best ones do?

The first friend I slept with had chlamydia
he didn’t tell me until a year later
when my body could have decided not to forgive me
had I not been the sort to check
he never apologised
I never asked him to

The second friend I slept with didn’t wear a condom when I asked
it was dark and I was drunk and I didn’t know until he acted like it was a victory
seven years later he didn’t take no for an answer until the fourth or fifth time his hand wondered down my torso and searched for more
The sickest thing is that for a second there was a moment where I could have taught a man that no means yes
I have never been good at impulse control but
the potential of another man passed out in the same bed stopped me

The third friend I slept with consumed me when I was drowning in darkness
he took the last of what I had and then
vanished for half a year
I made art about him
he would never have known it was about what he did

I’ve woken up in a bed with a boy I never even kissed
to find his hand running over the curve of my buttocks as I lay on my front
I could barely breathe and
I didn’t know where he would touch me next
he thought I had no voice to say no since my eyelids were closed
I didn’t know that the men you trust won’t always ask for your consent before putting their hands on you

The guy tattooing my neck makes suggestions about the sexual acts that he would do to me and I laugh because I don’t know what else to do
the boy I was seeing apologises to my abusive ex-boyfriend for taking what was his
the men on the street leer
and comment on my body like it is theirs to do what they wish with
they tell me what shape I should make with my mouth – smile!
And the drunken men slur and follow me and I try to breathe and smile and hurry at the same time because if you don’t say thank you and giggle he might grab you or beat you or rape you or kill you
and so every time when it is dark and men walk past I look at the floor and think
please don’t notice me. please don’t hurt me

A guy at the bar leans over and says
“Did you enjoy your run earlier? I saw you as you ran past.
It’s clearly working for you. You look good.”
I don’t know whether to feel angry or afraid or complimented
and so I feel all three and then I feel ashamed
I don’t know how I am supposed to feel when men I have never seen before talk to me
but my whole body tightens when I notice that they have noticed me

I’m out at the pub with a girl friend when a stranger tries to sit with us
he tells us all the intimate things that he wishes to do to us
and the more we reject him the more aggressive and unpredictable he becomes
we try to be polite to stop him from hurting us
he bangs the table in front of me with his fist and I flinch and
I remember why I am scared of men

My first driving instructor talked to me about foursomes
and breast tattoos
and whether I’d want to have a lesbian experience
he never taught me anything except how to feel uncomfortable for sixty minutes and not say a word about it

The boys who liked me thought that I should like them
they thought their eager little hands were better than the hands I allowed on me
and blamed me for my inability to see this;
blamed me for my inability to want them
One threw flowers at me
and smashed a glass against a wall
as if he could
smash my resolve into pieces

I am sick of these being just a handful of stories
a handful of crappy poetry lines
that I have spent so long trying to sound good

living in fear does not sound good and
trying to explain the shivers and the panic
and the anger and the licking of dry lips
and the dry swallow
and the dry eyes
as you accept that this is your life;
as you accept that this is normal
does not sound good
I can never explain a lifetime in lines

anonymous asked:

Did you see the Sherlock Twitter pinned "Not 🐝🐝🌊" / "Not bee bee sea"? RIP

Anonymous said to inevitably-johnlockedSo Twitter accounts confirmed that they’re not bbc. As I don’t think they’re lying (why break the 4th wall then?) my last hope just died a very painful death. I guess mofftiss and the whole Sherlock crew don’t comment on the 4th series much because they genuinely thought TFP to be their best episode. In this case just imagine how shocked they are by everyone’s reaction. So shocked and alarmed, they didn’t even send “the perfect” TFP for Emmy and avoid Sherlock talk like plague😭


Hey Nonnies

Yeah, I saw that, though there are mixed stories about the context to it. I don’t know for certain since I don’t really follow them except whatever is posted here on Tumblr. 

Personally, I have always believed that the twitters were probably 50-50, so I’m not really all that surprised. But then there’s always the issue that TPTB lie all the time. BUT then why would the BBC put out for all of this? A million different questions and things that may or may not add up. 

I don’t know, with the current direction that the twitters are going (the Victor Trevor jealousy crap) kind of gave it away for me as a fan-made twitter; it’s a trope that’s highly prevalent in the fandom, so I’m not really surprised. BUT they’re still lovely, and I don’t think that we should stop enjoying them (well… maybe we can enjoy them again after this stupid dead-horse Victor bullshit). This was literally the one and only time I recall them “breaking the fourth wall”, and really it’s not a shock to be honest – as a tinhatter I like to maintain a level of skepticism about EVERYTHING. Don’t let it get you down; the fan(s) behind the account clearly just want to make people happy after the fallout of S4. That’s really not a bad thing, in my opinion.

That all said, re: the second ask: Well, really we shouldn’t be surprised… Mofftiss thought it was a fantastic episode, then the general public HATED it, and decided on their actual best episode of the season since it was the one more praised and had a better shot at a nomination… that would be my guess. It still bothers me that they’re STILL so radio silent on the whole thing, and I think it’s one of the reasons I’ve still got a shoe stuck in the tin-hat camp.

Anyway, TL;DR – we knew the RP accounts were suspect from the beginning, so it really isn’t a surprise that this all came out. But I understand why there’s upset about it; some saw it as a final hope. I am sad that y’all are sad, truly I am, but I hope you can still enjoy what they are trying to do – provide a canon-feeling Johnlock ending to a series that didn’t deliver.

EDIT: Johnlock just became canon in twitterverse, and the world is a better place for it.