the last one is especially crap

Be Careful

Fandom: Twilight

Word count: 1359

Characters: Jacob x reader, the whole pack

Warnings: Werewolves behaving like children, fighting and violence

Summary: You get caught in the middle of one of the pack’s arguments.

You could hear them arguing all the way up Sam’s driveway. Paul’s voice was especially loud above the other, and you stopped to listen to him as you reached the door.

“I’m just saying, that’s a load of crap! I could take any of you in a fight!”

You sighed, irritated. The pack had been fighting over this for at least a week now, and it was starting to get on your last nerve. No one apart from them really cared about who would beat who if it came to a fight.

Then it was Jacob’s voice, and you could almost hear his grin. “Whatever you wanna believe, Lahote.” Someone, you assumed it was Paul, gave a low growl in response.

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Help Me Get The Girl Part 4 (Grayson Mini-Series)

Description: Grayson seeks out your help to get your friend to fall for him.  In exchange for your help, Grayson promises to take care of your freshman brother when it comes to being bullied.  What you two didn’t know is that even though helping each other would ideally be beneficial, there would be a series of events that would make you two question whether this was a good deal or a disaster in the making.

Word Count: 2,458

Warnings: Language. Talk about sex.

A/N: So this took me like 500 years to write and post.  I truly apologize about the delays in writing this.  I have been super busy this past week.  This part is a big turning point in the series ;) Hope you enjoy it!

Your POV:

As badly as I wanted to avoid Grayson like the plague, I couldn’t be that person.  I couldn’t be the person that ran away and hid in the shadows, waiting for the sun to find me.  After we finished swimming, we hiked back to his place where we relaxed for a bit before I finally made my way home.

               The whole drive home my mind was foggy, my thoughts slamming into each other making it nearly impossible for me to sort out what I was feeling.  Now, here I was walking next to Grace in the hall, not paying attention to a single thing she was saying because I was still confused by what had happened.

               “Have you even been listening to me?” Grace’s voice brought be back to reality just in time to avoid an incoming jock who also wasn’t paying attention to where he was going.  Our shoulders still managed to collide, causing me to instinctively rub the aching area.

               “Yeah,” I absent mindedly responded.  My eyes caught sight of Ethan who was walking our way, his eyes locked on mine and his small smile building into a beam.  “Are we still on for tonight?” I asked Grace, my eyes still on Ethan.

               She let out a deep sigh, “Yeah, but please be mentally present when you come over.  You’re being hella weird right now.”

               “Mhm…” I hummed, walking away without another word.

               “Okay, I’ll see you in the lunch room in a little bit. I can tell that I’m not needed for whatever is about to happen.” She said sarcastically.

               She continued to walk past me as I came to a pause, waiting for Ethan to reach me.  I expected him to say something, but he didn’t.  His hand came up, pushing a hair out of my face and behind my ear. His eyes were pleading, begging for my help but I wasn’t sure why.  He cleared his throat, his head nodding back in a way to signal for me to look. Slightly leaning to the side, I scanned through the hall.  My eyes finally landed on the issue.

               Corrin Pearson.

               Corrin had always had a crush on Ethan.  In her eyes, he was unattainable to everyone but her. Most guys would pounce all over her if given the chance, but neither Ethan nor Grayson gave her a second glance. I had to give her credit though—she had dedication and she hadn’t given up.  I remember her crushing on him before he and I had even become friends.

               “I’m going to kiss you,” Ethan explained.  “You’re going to kiss me back.  She is going to get mad, but I know it’s nothing you can’t handle.” And with that he cupped my face with his hands and gently placed his lips on mine.  My eyes shot open, he hadn’t given me enough time to process what he had said, but I was smart enough to respond, my hands moving to rest on his sides.

               Ethan pulled away after a few seconds, pecking me one more time, his hands taking their time to slide off my cheeks and to his side.  Behind him, Corrin was frozen solid, her jaw dropped to the floor.  Her eyes narrowed in on mine, her fists clenching.  Neither of us would break eye contact, it was the stare down of the year.  I wasn’t about to lose.

               “DOLAN!  Y/L/N! Please just give us all a break for one day.  One day is all I ask.” Mr. Stephens complained, his head falling back against his classroom door.  Both Ethan and I laughed in unison.  The amount of times we got in trouble with Mr. Stephens a week was indescribable.  Mr. Stephens rolled his eyes, returning to his classroom.  This caused Ethan and I to laugh even harder, him bending over, arms wrapped around his stomach.  

               “Yeah, because making out in the hall is so funny.” A voice growled next to us.  Our laughter came to an abrupt halt as soon as Grayson spoke.  “Why would you guys even think that’s funny.  Some of us would rather not watch softcore porn in the hall.” His tone was deep and angry.  This was not the Grayson I was used to seeing each day.

               “Woah man, we didn’t make out!” Ethan put his hands up in defense.  “Crazy Corrin was trying to get me to go on a date with her, like usual, and I just wanted to put an end to it!  Why are you so mad?” He retorted.

               Grayson rolled his eyes, “I’m not mad.  I just think that it’s a bit unnecessary to do that in the hall.  We’re in school, c’mon.”

               “Okay, but Y/n and I do shit like that all the time. I don’t see why you’re mad now.” Ethan continued the argument.  Sometimes I wish he would just give it up and move on.  But, he was always one to have the last word whether you liked it or not. Everything was a challenge to Ethan.

               “So, you’re going to tell me that you kiss in public regularly?  Bullshit.” Grayson raised his voice.

               “Holy crap you two!  Cool it!  Especially you, Grayson!  What’s your deal?” I finally snapped.  It wasn’t like us as a group to argue.  Gray and E may argue behind the scenes, but they never really did it in front of me. And, usually when they argue, it’s Ethan doing most of the talking and Grayson brushing off everything he says.

               “Whatever.” Grayson murmured.  “Let’s just go to lunch.” Ethan and I exchanged glances before following behind him.  We kept our distance the whole way.  Honestly, we kept our distance the rest of the day because his attitude never let up.

               Let me just say this… boys when they’re mad is worse than I have ever been while on my period.


               Right when Grace and I entered her bedroom, I dropped my bag on the floor and launched my body onto her bed.  I crawled under her covers, folded the pillow under my head, and allowed myself to relax even though I didn’t need to.  Ethan gave Theo a ride home and I had no homework. My worries were no more and I just wanted to lounge around.

               “Get out of my bed!” Grace demanded.  I faked a snore, ignoring her.  “Honestly, you do this each time you come over.” I could hear her shuffling closer to me.  She shoved my shoulder repeatedly, but was not successful.  My snoring only grew louder.  “Get up!” she shouted.

               My body rolled off the bed, landing on the ground with a loud thud.  A groan escaped my lips but was over powered by the sound of Grace’s laughter.  I soon joined her, pushing myself up from the ground and into a crisscross position next to her bed.  

               “So, how have you been?” Grace asked, sitting on the floor with me.

               I smiled, unsure of why she was asking this question.  “What do you mean?  We see each other almost every day.” I let out a small chuckle.

               She shrugged, “We see each other at school, Y/n. We haven’t hung out outside of school in a couple weeks.  You always seem to be with Grayson!”

               She was right.  I had focused all my time on helping Grayson earn her attention that I had put our friendship on the back burner.  Grace and I had been inseparable for years and it wasn’t normal for us to spend this much time apart.  Guilt washed over my face when I noticed the unavoidable pain in her eyes.  We were really all each other had.  

               Grace and I were each other’s only friend growing up. People made fun of Grace because her family couldn’t afford new clothes, she wore oversized glasses, and her older sister was notorious for causing trouble around town.  I was the only one who wouldn’t desert her.  I was the only one to stay by her side.  Little did people know, Grace’s father would work his way up in a small business that would eventually boom and he would become a top CEO after taking the business over.

               Once all of that happened, Grace’s appearance totally changed, her sister’s anger had subsided, and their family had become stabilized.  Grace had always been beautiful, that beauty was just hidden beneath all her pain. But now she exuded confidence and each day she was radiant.  The boys ogled over her and the girls wanted to be her.  But the best thing about Grace was that she didn’t care about all of that.  She was focused on family, academics, and friends.  And lately, I hadn’t been a good friend.

               “I’m sorry, Grace.  Gray and I have just been working on something together.  I sort of let it consume my time and that wasn’t fair to you.  I promise it wasn’t intentional.” I explained.

               “It’s okay!  It’s okay!  I was just afraid that we were drifting apart and I don’t want that, Y/n.” she smiled, taking my hands in hers.  “Just don’t leave me behind like that ever again!  I mean I love Ethan and everything, but man can that boy talk. Also, he always wants to do the WEIRDEST things.  You and Gray left us in the dust!”

               My smile stretched from ear to ear, “I promise I won’t leave you in the dust ever again.” We locked pinkies, “And yeah E is an oddball, but that’s what makes him so lovable!”

               “Do you like him?” Grace wiggled her eyebrows as she unclasped our pinkies.  “I heard about your make-out session in the hall!  Why didn’t you tell me?” she gave me a look of disappointment mixed with mischief.

               I stuck my tongue out, “No.  No, no, no.  Ethan is my best friend!” Grace raised her eyebrows, “He’s my second-best friend,” I corrected, “He kissed me to get Corrin off his ass.  She’s like a leech; she just won’t let go.”

               “Sure…” she drug out her words, indicating that there was more to the situation.

               “I’m not lying!  Me and Ethan dating is a no go.” I clarified, waving me hands in the air. “A no go!” I reiterated.  

               “Okay, okay!  But, pull a stunt like that again and I really won’t believe you.” She warned, standing up.  I mimicked her actions, following her to her closet.  “Help me choose something to wear to my daddy’s business dinner tomorrow night.”

               I started to sift through her clothes hanging in her oversized walk-in closet.  I swear she has enough clothes to wear a different outfit each day for a year without repeating one.  I never complained though because she let me borrow whatever I wanted from her whether it was new or one of her favorite pieces.

               The talk of our friendship and how weird Ethan is had distracted me from something I had promised to do.  I had promised Grayson that I would talk to Grace about him. I was reluctant to because I had just talked to Grace about focusing more on our friendship, and here I was getting ready to bring up Grayson.  Whether I wanted to do it or not, I had to keep up my end of the deal.  This all better work out in the end.

               “What do you think about Grayson.” I blurted out, trying my best to act casual about it.

“Grayson?  What do you mean what do I think about him?” she said as she continued to pull dresses from the rack.  She held out a pink fitted dress with a lace pattern on it.  I shook my head no and she immediately returned it to its place.

“Well, you two always seem to be hitting it off.  Are you interested in him at all?” I pulled that out of my ass. Grayson was trying to make it so that they would ‘hit it off’ but he had yet to achieve that goal.

She snickered, “I’ve never really thought of Gray that way.  Are you sure you aren’t just asking me because I asked if you like Ethan?” she challenged me.

“No!  I really think you two would be good together!” I defended.  I wasn’t sure that I really believed what I had said. Did I really want them to be together?

She stopped what she was doing and gave me her full attention, “Grayson and I, huh?” she tapped her chin, “I don’t know.  Guess it never really came across my mind.  He is super sweet and really cute, but I feel like we are too good of friends to ever really be anything else.”

“Don’t knock it till you try it.” I sang.

“Just like you knocked Ethan?”

My eyes widened to the size of tennis balls, heat rising to the surface of my cheeks.  “I never should have told you about that.” I shook my head.

She roared with laughter, “Okay, but all jokes aside.  Do you really think Gray and I would be good together?” she genuinely seemed interested.  I wanted to scream ‘NO’ but I couldn’t.  I wouldn’t. To me, my friend’s feelings come before mine and if I were to say anything like that, I would potentially hurt Grace’s feelings and would truly hurt Grayson’s.

“Yeah.” I said using a light tone.

She smiled a childish grin, “Maybe…”


“So, what did she say?” Grayson’s eager voice asked through the phone.  He had been texting me all evening waiting for me to respond about my conversation with Grace.  

“I’m not answering you until you apologize for your ridiculous outburst earlier today.” I told him, packing up my backpack for the next day as my phone rested between my jaw and shoulder.

He sighed through the line, “I’m sorry.  I’m sorry that you and Ethan chose to make-out in the hall like idiots.”

“WE DIDN’T MAKE-OUT!” I shouted nearly dropping my phone.

“You did!  It was disturbing!”

“Whatever.” I grunted.  “Either way you had no right to be mad about it.”

He let out a sarcastic chuckle, “Ethan just needs keep his distance from… never mind. How about we just talk about it tomorrow, yeah?” he cut our conversation short.  Well this went from 0 to 100 real quick.  I didn’t know asking for an apology would upset him this much.

“Sure…” I responded quietly.

“Okay.” He was almost in a whisper now.  “See you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow.” I matched his tone.  He hung up, leaving me confused yet again.

I sat on my bed, my phone still in my hand, eyebrows furrowed in thought.  I wanted to call him back and ask him what’s wrong.  But I didn’t. Instead, I called Ethan, and cried… not knowing what I was crying about.

And he listened to me.  He always listens.


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Emerging from the Sinus Haze

So, the doctor last week said I should use a nose spray for two weeks before switching to antibiotics, but I felt like such crap by Saturday evening that I said fuck it and started taking antibiotics. THEY ARE MAGIC. 

but now

a) I am realizing how much I let fall by the wayside in the past MONTH, sorry EVERYONE WHO EMAILED ME and anyone who asked me even a slightly detailed question in asks

b) I am back at work and expected to be a competent human being especially since half the team is now out sick (probably my fault). Also one of our newest analysts is very sweet and has imprinted on me just a little – I am her preferred question-answerer, I think – which is fine except for how I gotta know answers and stuff. 

And one of the highest-up guys in our company – who I used to smartass around with because I didn’t know he was one of the highest up guys in our company – emailed me today like I NEED. A THING. PLEASE. NOW. HELP. and I, having realized Who Exactly He Is, made tiny mental screams of terror while procuring the thing. 

It’s been a day.

Arrow 6x01 “Fallout” Review: A Plague of Birds

Well, we are actually in season 6 people. It’s a bit hard to believe because I wasn’t sure we’d survive season 5. The viewers were the real victims of s5 not the people on the island. Tragic but true. No one suffered the way that we did. It’s kind of hard for me to process that I joined this fandom three years ago and started writing reviews at the end of the season. 

In general the episode was okay. It certainly wasn’t as bad as last year’s premiere—but again the bar was low. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t have some notes for improvement. I gots me a list of likes and dislikes.

Promo Bull

I would formally like to say that the promotions team on this show absolutely sucks at their job. We spent all hiatus under this “Who Lived Who Died” secrecy which meant that they couldn’t talk about characters. Except for those confirmed who I don’t care about—Birds. 

I do not like the Birds. Any of the Birds. And trust me I have plenty of feathers to pluck about the birds but that’ll be later on. 

Then we had Oliver and William. I do not like William. I know he’s a kid but I cannot hold back any longer—I cannot care about William not just because the writing hasn’t been there. I actually hate that they picked this actor. I don’t know why they couldn’t have recast. They’ve done it before with Sara. This kid is just bad. That’s the long and the short of it. I’ve seen more emoting from a dried up pen than this kid. The writing also doesn’t help him, I will admit. But there are some talented kid actors out there. You just couldn’t tell based on Arrow. I hope that if he intends to pursue this seriously as a career that he takes some lessons. Maybe in time he’ll get better; it’s also hard because the writers haven’t given him much to work with.

But Birds and William are the only thing they have been promoting during the hiatus because everything else was a “mystery.”

Originally posted by twintalk

So imagine my utter frustration when in the first five minutes it’s confirmed that OTA survived. If they were going to do that big reveal that early I see absolutely no reason why they couldn’t have been included in the promos for the season. And the entire cliffhanger from last season was a stupid, stupid idea to begin with because there was zero tension about who lived or died in the finale and they failed to cash in on it during promos or the premiere. It was ignored.

They completely erased that cliffhanger in this episode—and not by resolving it but by just pretending it didn’t happen. Lazy.  

Lance Family 

Look, I like Lance. I think that Paul Blackthorne is one heck of an actor. And he does trauma like it’s nobody’s business. But I’m over it. We are literally back where we were almost every single season—last season especially—with this character. His struggle with sobriety. His agony over one or both of his daughters.

What makes me so freaking done with this is because it’s about Black Siren. Quentin says she is his daughter—doppelgänger be damned. 

Look, Q, if Earth 2 Lance could pop up I bet he’d argue with you over who gets paternal rights. (Or maybe not. Maybe he’d give her away. Can’t blame him.) 

I hate this doppelgänger bull crap on this show. Even worse that they did it with Laurel because frankly this is the third—yes third—version of Laurel on this show and I’m so done with it I’m a deep fried Thanksgiving Turkey that caught on fire. 

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Sad to say but at this point, I kinda wish Lance had died on the island. And it would honestly free Paul up from this ridiculous monotony. All he does is drink, struggle not to drink, and cry over his daughters and his guilt about said dead daughters. Wash, rinse, repeat. 

A Plague of Birds 

I did not start to watch this show so that I could earn a degree in ornithology. I feel like I’m going to get an honorary one anyway. I also feel like surviving this nightmare should get me automatic sainthood or a really cool corner in heaven. A new car. Debt free. Something. 

Black Sewage (Thanks Twitter for this gem over hiatus)

Okay so she’s terrible still. And I don’t mean like evil. I mean, she’s truly horrendous. They’ve somehow managed to give Katie a chance to showcase her entire lack of acting skill. 

All she did was strut around with this stupid smirk on her face. Though there was no arm crossing so I don’t know if that’s an improvement or not. She looked so ridiculous that I was embarrassed for her because you know she thinks she looks good doing this. 

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“Bad/Evil Laurel”—as she was referred to in the episode and further proof that they really have too many Laurels that they have to differentiate this way—even understands that Quentin is not her father. I’m not saying that there wouldn’t be some kind of pull towards each other—they do wear the faces of each other’s loved ones. But I’m so sick of this show confusing the issue here. It’s not helping the boys of Rattit either.

Anyway, if this is their idea of a villain they have some studying to do. Black Siren is not a villain. She’s the sidekick of villains. 

Originally posted by giantmonster

Black Carnage

Originally posted by eternalevangelion

So I’m about to go off. And some of you may not like it. But I don’t care. It needs to be said. This part of the review is the only reason I felt compelled to write one to begin with.

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Ok so after taking a little mini breathe I decided to this again. I seriously considered walking away permently and deleting my blog after all the crap (caused not by Norman but by the fandom I might add but I digress) but I’m not a quitter as you all know and its me to just throw away all my hard work because I got pissed off.  So with that said i wanted to do another post on my writing because the last one was so helpful to me in formulating my ideas.

So anyways having a discussion with a friend on Messenger helped me indentify the three core influences on Daryl psyche, especially when it comes to relationships, most notobly with Carol. Because like I said in my last one, understanding your characters history is extremely important when writing a story.

So lets do this.

A little Daryl psychology  for writing purposose.

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March 2017 in Numbers

How oh how is it April tomorrow? I still have a very clear moment in my memory from when I was a kid, and my mom saying “in the year 2000,″ and I was all like “no way, that’s the future!” And now here we are, well into the future

March flew by, as has 2017 so far. Here are some of the highlights for me from March 2017. 

16  ⇨ The number of times I worked out this month

Which, considering there were 31 days in March, means I worked out 51% of the days.  Truthfully it feels like way more than that (any day I go to CrossFit and/or a run is still a big, big, BIG deal, ha), but I’m still happy with this number (especially when I hardly worked our a mere few months ago).  I’m also really trying to focus on balance; by this I mean not go to the gym six or seven times a week, but rather something normal and consistent. For example I missed CrossFit last night to hangout with colleagues in town from Toronto, and as I type this I feel sick (cold) so I’m skipping it… balance! 

5 ⇨ The kilometers I ran this month (okay, so I went on one run, but it was a great run through downtown Detroit). 

I definitely had a holy crap I’m running through Detroit!!!!! moment on my run. It’s absolutely amazing the wonderful twists and turns life throws; WHO WOULD HAVE GUESS I’D EVER RUN THROUGH DETROIT?!

Here some bright n’ fun wall graffiti murals I saw on my run. 

6   ⇨The number of white roses I received. 

They’re pretty, eh? Along with this theme, and to throw another number into this post; 8. Eight is the number of dates I had with 1 guy.  I don’t really know what I’m doing or why, but it’s new and fun and for lack of a better way of saying it, a very adult “relationship.” (In quotes because hey oh, it’s not that serious yet.)  

I get dressed up in high heels and red lipstick, and we eat at beautiful restaurants, and walk around the Detroit Institute of Art. He brings me roses(!) and candy and cooks for me. He opens doors and kisses my forehead and holds my hand. It’s all very movie-ish right now; including me taking to my blog to write about it.  He’s a Doctor, which is interesting to hear about; both his everyday and the American health care system. 

I’m currently feeling very Sex and the City like though; dating at 32 and enjoying the city a lot! 

68 ⇨ The percent of income I saved 

68% is a bit misleading; I received a bonus this month for my rotation in Detroit, so my income is inflated this month. And to be transparent I get a lot of perks living in Detroit (car is paid for, allowance, etc.) so I advise to not compare your budget numbers to the ones below!  

Remember when I did that do-not-buy-things challenge for myself for the first month of January 2015? well I still think it was the best thing I’ve ever done for myself; it completely broke my habit of buying clutter and things, and triggered my savings; I’d still highly recommend it.  

0 ⇨ the number of books I finished

Ughhhh. This was a bad reading month. I finished a book last month, and don’t have a new one; suggestions are welcome! 

5 ⇨ the number of Big Little Lies I watched (it’s, so, so good)

Have you watched it yet? Get, on, it.  It’s a short series (5 episodes total) with Nicole Kidman and Reece Witherspoon and it’s binge TV heaven. 

2.4 ⇨ the number of pounds I lost

Boooohiss as 2.4 pounds seems very little for a month of eating really relatively well and working out. 

That being said, my clothes are fitting SO MUCH BETTER. So much so, let me add a self indulgent outfit collage below. I really need to start looking at the camera and/or not parting my hair to one side, but let’s ignore those two factors for a hot second, because I am feeling pret-ty good in my own skin lately.  My bum is looking great (for me) if I do say so myself (s.q.u.a.t.s.), and I took a nap in my jeans the other day. I repeat. I TOOK A NAP IN MY JEANS (#youknowyourelosingweightwhen).

3  ⇨ the age Lily turned in March

On March 14th, my beautiful niece, Lily, turned THREE! Obviously I headed back to Toronto to help her celebrate her ladybug themed birthday!  The night before my sister and I put together ladybug loot bags, and prepared everything for her big day.  She played with her friends, blew out her candles, opened presents, and celebrated the milestone with a consistent smile on her face. 

That evening her dad asked her, “Lily, what was your favourite part of today?” and she replied, “Seeing Olivia and Adele and Mason and Audrey and Auntie and Grandpa…” and the list went on! It was so cute. 

1,800 ⇨ the calories I aim to hit each month 

I hit over 55 days on My Fitness Pal counting calories. True, March wasn’t the most perfect month; I’d often start recording breakfast and lunch and then forget / not bother at dinner time, but still, I tried and didn’t drop off. As I type this I hope to stay consistent in the month of April. 

4 ⇨ the number of times I went to the Detroit Institute of Art

I’m not sure why I enjoy the D.I.A. so much or why I put so much effort into heading to their exhibits; but I absolutely love it! I live very close too, so sometimes I walk there and then stroll around for an hour or two, or sit in their cafe and listen to the harp man play.  It’s all very adulty of me, or at least I feel that, and a nudge to embrace the art in Toronto when I’m back, as I hardly ever went to the Royal Ontario Museum (ROM) downtown, or Art Gallery of Ontario (AGO) when I lived really close to them too! 

8 ⇨ The number of new restaurants I went to this month

Okay, I actually have no idea how many new spots I went to in March, but I’ve been exploring the restaurants in Detroit, and have been so impressed.  Here’s the link to my Detroit Google Map (I’ve been to the red restaurants, and still want to go to the brown ones!)

213 ⇨ The days till Courtney’s wedding!

On the day of Lily’s birthday party I was triple booked! In the morning I zoomed to the west end of the city to meet the Bride-to-be Courtney, and her other beautiful bridesmaid to choose dresses!  

Here’s mine:

And with that, that’s a happy summary of my life in Detroit.  I started this post on April 30, and today it’s April 5, which shows how BUSY life has been! 

I’m slowly making friends and settling in and really enjoying the Detroit life. I’m still waiting to hear from work whether my stay here will continue on throughout the summer or not, but I’m really hoping it does; especially as I have so many Northern Michigan to-dos! We shall see :) 


Margaret’s last clue simply can’t be disregarded. By us, by the storytellers. It has to lead somewhere. But it’s not matched by anything in the show - Hawk never finds anyone on Blue Pine Mountain at night.

It could be a glimmer of hope for the future, that one night, when the moon won’t be darkened anymore, Coop will return to them (”watch for” has a positive connotation, it’s not a warning). Or it could come close to confirming the looping plot theory… especially since the mysterious “Hawk goes to Glastonbury Grove at night; doesn’t find crap” scene is immediately before the pt2 Lodge scene where “you can go out now”. And Glastonbury Grove is on the Blue Pine side of town…

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Pairing:  Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers
For:  @pegasusdragontiger
Prompt:  #3.  Falling Leaves

Darcy wasn’t really paying much attention to what Steve was doing, she was too busy taking pictures.  Pictures to load onto instagram and give her mother something else to gripe about other than her ‘obsession’ with food.  

Their little detour to leaf-peep had been kind of last minute, and it had surprised the heck out of her when Steve had been the one to ask for it.  

He’d been quiet for most of the long car ride, and he didn’t break character on their leaf-peeping walk either.

So, when his hand brushed against the small of her back, she nearly jumped a mile.

“Sorry…” he said, tightening his grip on her waist.  He pulled her close and held his own phone up above them.  “Smile.”  

It was hard to do anything but smile when Captain America asked you to.  Especially when it was for a frickin’ selfie.  Holy crap.  

“Mind if I take one too?” she asked.  

“Not at all.”  He grinned down at her as she held the phone up in the air.

“Say cheese!” she said, a wide smile turning into an even wider grin when he turned and pressed a kiss to her cheek.   


Requested by anonymous

”Rory for the last time, I do not have a crush on Ethan!” You exclaimed throwing your hands in the air in frustration. These accusations about how you supposedly had a crush on Ethan were getting increasingly annoying, especially since it was far from the truth.

”Oh come on [Y/N], you’re not fooling anyone” Rory chuckled. You let out a long groan. Out of the corner of your eyes you saw Benny’s raise an eyebrow. He was sitting nearby so he’s definitely heard everything you and Rory were saying.

”Don’t tell me you believe this crap too?” You asked Benny. You stammered a bit as the words escaped your lips. Benny was the one who you actually had a crush on abd the last thing you wanted to hear was that he believed these rumours.

”I don’t know” Benny shrugged, not meeting your eyes for some reason “I mean… you and Ethan are close…”.
Your lips thinned. You felt as if you had been punched in the stomach. If only he knew the truth.


Apparently, you guys think every chapter with a cliffhanger is the ending for this story. Do you really think me that cruel? Actually, don’t answer that. I know for a fact that I love writing tragic endings. However don’t worry this one will make you all happy again. I owe apologies to @arabella-loves-coffee, @gilgamesh-in-a-dress, and @vastudent3 for the heartache I apparently caused (especially you Cat, sorry about the make-up). But otherwise, enjoy!

Prompt: OMG, please tell me" I “didn’t died! And Loki stood there for "me” and actually confront his feelings and trying to accept them… Ok that’s it, I love you despite the fact you broke my heart…

Holy crap, that Plague fic was literally the best MCU thing I have read in a long long time! I just wanted you to know!


Plague (Part 8)

Part 7

You didn’t know what death was supposed to feel like. All the songs and movies say that it’s peaceful and calm, like falling asleep, but you were certain that you shouldn’t be conscious enough to contemplate it.

The bright white had become a sudden dark. White was now black and the sky was no longer singing. Instead you heard a faint dripping – blip… blip… blip… – accompanied by a crackling that seemed to echo and resonate around you. In a surge of courage and hope, you peeled your eyes apart and stared upwards. The ceiling was grey and brown all at once, contoured in the strangest of ways and decorated with moving shadows, black creatures that scurried across the russet landscape. They were rocks. The ceiling was made of rocks. A cave?

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Last Night

Bucky x Reader

Summary: Who knew going to one of Tony’s parties could have a better outcome the following day.

Word Count: 2,443

Warnings: Explicit smut, NSFW, praise kink, slight metal arm kink

A/N: Holy crap guys, this came out better than I expected. This is my first time writing something this explicit to feedback would be great!!

(GIFs are not mine, credit to owners)

Originally posted by sebmarshmallowstan

Originally posted by jamiebarnes

“It was that good? I always had a feeling he was a boob guy, but wow.” Nat asked needing to know the details.

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A Family That Dresses Together...

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“Mommy! Kiyoshi just told a big lie and said you and Daddy weren’t going to dress up with us for Halloween!”

The omega startles slightly as he hears his oldest child suddenly bust into the kitchen. He looks at the cutting board with the vegetable he was slicing and then to his daughter, placing the knife on the counter and wiping his hands on his apron, so he could bend down as she got closer to make them eye level.

He pats her head, laughing as he pulls a stray leaf out of her mop of unruly hair. “Hotaru, you know I don’t like you tattling on your brother like that.”

His daughter’s face scrunches, looking eerily familiar to a certain alpha they both knew. She crosses her arms and her lips drop into a small pout. “But he was saying something not true Mama…of course you and Dad are going to dress up with us…we always dress up together…”

Tooru smiles, albeit sadly. “Oh sweetheart…Dad and I decided we were going to let you and Kiyoshi pick out your costumes this year—”

“And you and Dad too!” Hotaru quickly interrupts, “You are going to pick costumes too!”

The omega brushes his fingers through her hair, attempting to tame some of the mess. “Adults don’t really dress up unless they are trying to match with their babies, honey…and you and your brother aren’t really babies anymore.”

Hotaru tilts her head, eyebrows raised in obvious confusion. “So because we aren’t babies, we can’t wear costumes as a family anymore…?”

Tooru wants to laugh; it sounded so dumb in kid logic.

“We are trying to let you and Kiyoshi use your own creativity and decide. We don’t want to influence your decisions just because Dad and I can only dress up if we do it as a family.”

As he says that, his oldest child suddenly bows her head in thought, tilting it back and forth just like he’d seen his husband too; Hotaru was so like Hajime sometimes it was a little scary.

“I have to think about this some more.” She decides after a moment of contemplation, turning to walk out of the room without another word.

Tooru watches her go with some hesitancy, wondering what conclusion she’d end up coming too. He lets her go through, standing back up and patting off his legs and going back to the sink so he could wash his hands.

“Make sure to apologize to your brother for calling him a liar!” He calls to her as an afterthought.


Hajime isn’t sure how agreeing to let the children pick their own costumes suddenly turned into them doing what they always did for Halloween again, but he’s sitting on the bed letting Tooru dap brown face paint all over him while his oldest tried to impatiently clip a purple cape around his shoulder and he figures that this must be all her doing.

“Daddy’s going to look just like The Beast, Mommy! Especially when we put on the special headband you made for him!”

His husband simply hums in agreement with their daughter, carefully bringing the makeup sponge over his cheeks, dragging them in purposeful patterns. They had gotten him a mask to wear originally, but their youngest and most timid of the two had been too afraid to come near Hajime with it on, so Tooru did the next best thing in trying to mimic The Beast with makeup.

It doesn’t take the self-taught makeup artist too long to carefully paint on his face and the quick glace he gets in the mirror proves that Tooru had really learned a thing or two after several Halloweens of painting all of their faces.

Kiyoshi is the one who brings him his horns after Tooru moves back and admires his work, all dolled up in his pretty yellow dress, hair pinned back to try and mimic the princess it was based after. Tooru had done his makeup a little, some rouge to his cheek and a little gloss to his lips, nothing too overboard. He leans down to let him put the headband on and he gets the softest of smiles when he’s finally all done up like the rest of his family.

He directs his smile at his husband who smiles just as brightly back at him—Tooru in his blue and white dress, make up done just as lightly as their son’s and looking ever the beauty as the woman in the tales.

“We all look just like they do in the movie!” Hotaru exclaims and Hajime agrees fully, admiring the blue, little prince’s outfit Tooru’s mother had carefully stitched together just for her.

Tooru had helped her put together Kiyoshi’s dress, but The Prince’s outfit had all been grandma Oikawa’s doing and Hajime was really going to have to treat her to a nice lunch for the length she’d went to for Hotaru’s definition of authentic.

That perfectionist side of her really reminded him of Tooru.

He chuckles at her excitement, adjusting his white shirt and cape, reaching to pat her shoulder instead of her head like he usually would to avoid messing up her carefully pinned hair. “Make sure to thank Mom and Grandma for all of this, they worked really hard just so we could have fun tonight.”

Hotaru puffs out her cheeks and puts her hands on her hips, “I know, Daddy. I was there watching them the whole time!”

The alpha pinches her nose. “Be sure to say thank you then since you saw how hard they worked.”

She blows her tongue at him, but as Hajime drifts from the bedroom, he hears the smallest of, “thank you, Mommy…” and Tooru’s gentle, “you’re welcome, baby.” And that was enough to make him smile.

He didn’t notice at first, but their youngest had meekly followed after him, pulling on his cape after he’d pulled down the candy bags, and holding out his little, gloved hand for Hajime to take.

“…just like the movie, Daddy.” He told him softly when Hajime had stared at it curiously and the happiness that swelled in his heart was palpable in the smile that stretched bigger on his cheeks and the gentle way he took his son’s hand.

Tooru and Hotaru came out seconds later, their daughter complaining as Tooru tried to run a brush through her hair one last time. The omega smiles at the sight of him and Kiyoshi, quickly pulling his phone out of his dress pocket to snap a picture of them before ushering everyone in for a timed photo, propping it up on the table so he could catch all of them in a family picture.

It isn’t until way later into the evening after several houses and probably too much sugar for kids their ages that he’s walking with Tooru as the two of them run ahead to the next house and his soft voice tells him, “Hotaru was the one who wanted to keep dressing up together if you hadn’t realize.”

Hajime chuckles, “I had a feeling she was the one pulling the strings.”

Tooru lets out his own small laugh, “I tried to explain to her several times that she didn’t have to cater to us. That she and Kiyoshi could pick any costume they wanted…but she just wasn’t having us not dressing up with them. I’m pretty sure she asked Kiyoshi what he wanted to be and based our parts around that.”

“So thoughtful of her.” His tone is a tad sarcastic, hand twitching with the urge to scratch his nose.

The omega bumps him, “Oh hush, I know you like matching with the kids.”

“Only the time we went in the Godzilla bodysuits.”

Tooru groans, “That was an awful year.”

“That was a spectacular year.” Hajime grins.

His husband shakes his head. “Well I hope you still have that silly thing, because I’m pretty sure we are going to have to dress up as something just to get Hotaru to pick something she likes next year…”

He pauses, “I wonder if having us match for so many years was a mistake…”

Hajime hip-checks his omega, making the other man stumble a little. Tooru turns to give him a pout, but Hajime simply throws an arm around his waist and tucks him close. He gestures to their kids currently showing off their costumes to the adults of the door they’d just knocked on; even their shyest child was spinning around in show.

“If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.” The alpha tells his omega simply. “They are happy and they got to put their input in on what they wanted, so why try to change that? You don’t have to force their independence; they’ll tell us they are ready to stop when they are ready to stop, so we should just enjoy it while it lasts, yeah? Even if it’s another three years before they decide they don’t want to dress with us anymore, who cares? I’ll put this itch crap all over my face again if it makes you all happy.”

The smile he’s graced with for his words could be considered blinding; it was his favorite of all of Tooru’s smiles and never failed to warm his heart.

His omega bursts out with a small bit of laughter. “I guess I’ll have to hold you to that then. Especially since we are going to have another little one to be dressing with soon.”

Tooru probably doesn’t even realize what he’s said until Hajime whips his head to the side to stare at him. His husband blinks a few times while he stares and the alpha can see when his own words finally dawn on him.

The omega grows slightly sheepish, bringing a hand to his stomach. “Um…surprise?”

Hajime shakes his head, out of disbelief or sheer joy he isn’t sure. He pushes their foreheads together. “Unbelievable…and just how were you planning to surprise me this time?”

A half shrug. “I was split between a coffee mug with ‘We’re pregnant!’ at the bottom and taking photos with the kids holding up signs…”

The alpha shakes his head again, “Unbelievable. You are really something else…”

But he kisses him despite because how could he not in receiving such joyous news?

Tooru giggles against his mouth and it makes Hajime smile harder, easily leaning back in for another quick peck.

“Aw gross! Mommy and Daddy are being yucky again!”

The alpha tilts his head down to suddenly look at the two shorter persons now standing by them, Hotaru staring up at them with a scrunched up face of disgust and Kiyoshi playing with his dress, looking at them curiously.

“Oi, who you calling yucky, squirt? I’m not going to take that from someone who used to pick their nose and eat it.”

“Oh my god, Dad. I was like three years old!”

Without answering, Hajime quickly bends down to throw their daughter over his shoulder, smiling when she squealed in protest and watching as Tooru reached for their son’s hand, pulling him gently after them as the alpha wrestled with their eldest.

He doesn’t miss when Kiyoshi asks to Tooru in his quiet, but curious tone:

“Does this mean the new baby is going to be Chip for Halloween next year?”

Jody’s Place

Characters: Jody Mills, Winchester!sister!reader, Winchester brothers, Alex Jones, Bobby Singer (mentioned)

Words: 3400

Summary: You’re spending a few days at Jody’s, who is a mother figure to you who you look to. But things doesn’t go as planned, because there’s things - well people - that you hadn’t even thought of.

A/N: I’m only on season 10 so far (I’m working on it) so I don’t know if there might be a similar scenario in the actual show, and I don’t know the character Alex Jones to well either. This idea just kinda popped into my head, and I used her for it. It might not agree with how she is in the show, but then again, there a lot of different versions of John Winchester, for example, in fanfics, so hopefully I’ll be good. That’s my little ramble, enjoy! Oh, reader is about 19, maybe. I’m guessing Alex is about 17 or so.

Your name: submit What is this?

You sit behind your older brothers in the backseat of the Impala. The Impala slightly careens as Dean pulls up onto the small, gravel road that leads up a hill, towards Jody’s house. Just like you all had been close to Bobby, especially your brothers, you are close to the female sheriff. Jody’s been through a lot of crap, and even despite that, she manages to keep a light hearted yet tough attitude, and she accepts everyone. And you adored that about her.

You grow more and more excited as the car rolls closer and closer to the house. You’ve been looking forward to this the last couple of days. Sam and Dean are going on a hunt a couple of states over, so they thought you could sit this one out and stay with Jody for a few days, knowing how close you two were. And you had been more than happy with that plan.

You spot Jody waiting by the porch, but then you see her. A girl. It’s that Alex, the one that your brothers and Jody rescued a while pack. It was a hunt you weren’t part of, but they had told you about her. You had forgotten it, though. And now, you feel the excitement fade just a little bit once you realize that Jody’s isn’t all yours for these days. Selfish, yes, but true.

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I accidentally overwrite a file, there goes all the hours wasted.. Anyway here’s Cream, she’s fun to draw. My new tablet is a bit unresponsive on photoshop (due to my outdated laptop probably) also the no build-in eraser on the pen is fucking crap.


I don’t know how, but I actually backed up the very last file that I recently accidentally overwrite. This feels like such a miracle, at least it has all the sketches there. I don’t backup my file quite that often, especially very recent ones. Only one or two sketches that are unsafe but its fine

nyublackneko  asked:

I don't usually message people like this (in fear of sounding like a creep), but I just wanted to say that your drawings of Sans is the anchor that grounds me whenever I have difficulties drawing him. Not to say I'm trying to steal your style, but you're the muse and inspiration of what I imagine Sans looks like. So, thank you! And please keep drawing! ; -- ;

Boy, it sure was nice of sans to STAND in for me, eh? EH????

terrible jokes aside, i was this close to hoarding this ask. why? because it’s possibly one of the most flattering messages i’ve ever gotten regarding my undertale art. heck, i think i’m gonna print it out and frame it, so i can place it on my desk and look upon it lovingly, because holy shit, it’s just that sweet???

especially coming from you, like holy crap, i’ve been following your work for YEARS (since your DA days) and you’ve been one of my inspirations, the last thing i expected was this message. so to find your ask telling me that i’m your sans muse, well…gosh darnit, it just fills me with determination! (and tears of joy) 

nyu, it means the world to me that you (and other folks) enjoy how i draw this silly bag of bones. and by all means, feel free to emulate how i draw him, if you want, i wouldn’t mind one bit! jsyk i absolutely LOVE how you draw sans, he is so cute in your style! tbh your ut art in general is amazing, and your king papyrus comic made me cry, like damn, son, i was not ready lmao

so thank YOU so much, and same to you! please keep drawing, because i always enjoy seeing your art on my dash! ヽ(*´∀`*)ノ

Unexpected Surprises: Grateful

Part II has FINALLY arrived!! It’s currently 3:30 AM, and I didn’t start the second half of this until midnight tonight, so honestly my brain is a little fuzzled right now and it’s totally possible that this is a piece of crap. With that in mind, I’d be very grateful for all feedback from you all, especially since I know a lot of you were anticipating this second part for so long! Happy reading!!

Part I

She had made it two months. Two months without sleeping with him, or kissing him, or even flirting with her roommate. Well maybe that last one wasn’t true since it seemed that every time Rhysand looked at Feyre, it was flirtatious, and Feyre couldn’t help but match exactly what he sent her way. But for the most part, she had stayed away.

To be fair, he was usually working if he wasn’t in his classes, but even then Feyre made sure to stay out of her apartment as much as possible. Doing homework in libraries, eating out instead of ordering in or cooking, and generally spending all of her free time in common spaces on campus instead of back home. And especially in the libraries that were on the other side of campus from the graduate school.

Her plan had worked for the most part. Of course, it was hard to avoid her roommate when they shared a bathroom, but Feyre had done her best to forget the incidents where she had walked in to use the toilet, forgetting that this was not Mor she was walking in on, and saw him standing there in a towel, wet and shirtless and much too beautiful for Feyre’s liking.

Her blushing and muttering and backing out of the room, only to stumble into the doorjamb, had not helped her case at all. And the haughty smirk he wore as she did her best not to admire his sculpted chest, the tattoos swirled across it, and those V-shaped muscles above his hips had not alleviated any of the redness in her face.

Besides those few times, their interactions had been mostly polite greetings in the morning or evening before one of them was either headed out the door or to bed. Occasionally, Feyre would find herself sitting on the couch next to him comfortably, chatting about their days and thoughts, but always made herself get up and walk away sooner than she would have wanted to.

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A Touch Too Far

A/N: An anon request where the reader and Spencer work together, and the reader is the kind of person who teases others in a friendly manner. But sometimes people can say things that hurt others, even when they don’t mean, and the reader hurts Spencer’s feelings. I couldn’t be too mean to Spencer, so I went with something tame-ish. Being made fun of myself makes me not want to do it to my babies. lol :) @coveofmemories


“Hey, shorty,” you said to Garcia as you walked off the elevator into the BAU.

She responded by sticking her tongue out at you, “Hey, Y/N, I’m not short today, I have four inch heels on!”

“That’s true,” you replied, walking toward one of the your best friends in the whole world, “but without them, I can rest my head on top of yours, like this.” As you got up on your tiptoes and rested your chin on her head, she just cut her eyes at you. Good thing you’d been working there long enough for people to understand your sense of humor.

Morgan walked by and poked you in the side - something he had started to do to combat your teasing. It always riled you up and he laughed every time he did it. “Gotcha, Y/N,” he said, before running away from your retaliation. You had a little something you tended to do or say to tease your teammates - with all of your friends, really. Except Hotch. You didn’t dare make fun of Hotch.

You were to tired to run after him. Caffeine was of the utmost importance. “Morgan, I swear to god, if you do that again, especially when I haven’t had my coffee yet, I’m going to have to kill you.”

“I dare you, small fry,” he laughed, before handing you a cup of coffee to fix for yourself.

As you mixed in half and half and three packets of sweetener, Spencer walked up, excited to have finally finished what was considered one of the most difficult New York Times crossword puzzles of recent memory; he could normally finish them in minutes, but this one had quite a few clues that stumped him. He’d been trying to finish it on his downtime for weeks.

“I finally finished the crossword,” he said with a smile on his face. It was cute how nerdy he was, but you’d never tell him that. “It took me weeks to figure out it all out, but I finally got it,” he said, pumping his fists and leaning back on his feet. “Two down was killing me, but by process of elimination I found out the answer was Prince Xizor.” He was so proud of himself.

“Huh?” You and Morgan said simultaneously. It was too early and you hadn’t had enough coffee to know what the hell he was talking about.

“The clue was ‘This lizard-skinned head of the Black Sun criminal syndicate was added to Star Wars canon in 1996 and removed in 2014. And the answer was Prince Xizor, he was the leader of the syndicate in Shadows of the Empire the novel, comic book and video game, but I’m really more of a Star Trek guy, so it took me forever to figure out the answer. I only know maybe 50% of the Star Wars Universe. Apparently I need to brush up on my trivia,” he prattled, winded from his geeky tirade.

You were definitely a geek, but in other areas, and you couldn’t understand a word he was saying. “Oh, man, Spence, you are really the biggest fucking geek I know,” you deadpanned. With that, you clapped him on the shoulder, downed your cup of coffee and refilled it, heading to your desk to start the day.


For the past couple of days, Spencer had been really curt with you and you didn’t know why.

Is he mad at me? What did I do?

No matter what you said or did, he turned away. He’d barely said a word to you in the past two-to-three days. It wasn’t like him. He and Penelope were your best friends in the world and you thought they felt the same. 

Three days without talking to your best friend was driving you crazy, so considering you were the last two to leave the office, you cornered him at his car to ask him what the hell his problem was.

“Spence,” you called out, watching as he picked up his pace to get to his car, attempting to ignore you. “Spencer! Stop!”

Angrily, he turned around and screamed, “What?”

You jumped back. He never yelled, especially at you. “Spencer, what’s wrong? Why are you mad at me? What did I do?”

“Nothing, Y/N,” he insisted, “nothing at all.” He turned to walk toward his car again and you ran after him, grabbing his wrist and spinning him around to face you.

“It’s obviously not nothing. Now, I don’t know what I did, but I can’t apologize or change anything if you don’t tell me what’s wrong!”

His rubbed both of his temples and spoke, mimicking your voice. “Oh, man, Spence, you are really the biggest fucking geek I know. Does that not sound familiar?”

“Spence, I-I..” you stuttered, realizing you’d hurt his feelings. Granted, you weren’t normally that harsh with him, you tended to keep it low key. “I joke with everybody. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Well you did,” he said, uncrossing his arms and sighing, “I used to get that kind of crap all the time when I was a kid, so hearing it from you of all people, especially with the tone you used the other day, a mix of exasperation and disdain, it hurt.”

He’d told you about his troubles in school, but considering you did this type of thing with everybody, you missed the connection. “Spencer, I-I’m so sorry. You’re the last person in the world I want to hurt. Your geekiness is one of the things I love about you.” You looked down at your feet, blushing at what you were about to admit. “I’m really sorry. I’ll never say anything like that again if you don’t want me to. I just don’t want to lose you. I don’t know what I’d do…”

When you looked back up, his face had softened, seemingly accepting your apology. “I forgive you,” he said, “I don’t mind a joking ‘dork’ every now-and-then, but what you said and how you said it was just a bit too much. Maybe I’m too sensitive, but…”

“No,” you blurted, “if I hurt you, I hurt you. I don’t get to decide why or how it’s okay or not okay. I’ll never say anything like that again. I promise.” You hoped that you got your sincerity across well enough.

“Okay,” he said, the corners of his mouth forming a smile once more. “But what did you mean I’m the last person you’d want to hurt? Why me?”

“Spence, isn’t it obvious?” you asked, wondering how he hadn’t caught on by now. “I tease you more often than anyone else…because…I like you.”

“Me?” he sputtered, “Romantically?” He was stunned at your confession.

You reached out and rubbed his arm, closing the space between you, “Yea. You are a dork, but you’re my dork.”

"Erik/Raoul will never happen!"

So far the reasons behind this have been: Because Erik is totally incapable of love on any level. And Raoul is so straight that any queer headcanons about him are despicable affronts. Did I mention that Erik is unworthy of human affection from anyone, especially Raoul? And he’s not gay.

And even though this isn’t my main ship, I have just one thing to say in ErikxRaoul’s defense. Just one lil’ thing:

The Chinese didn’t give a crap.

  • Song At Midnight
  • The Phantom Lover (SoM remake)
  • The Phantom Lover (drama remake)

Christine is a man and Raoul is the woman. Raoul is in love with Erik’s character. In the last 2 remakes, they live happily ever after. BAM.