seriously- what if. we know he used to party and didn’t mind hot blondes sitting on his lap, and now he doesn’t drink much and doesn’t really party. Yes yes trauma, overdose, substance abuse, etc, but imagine
jack knowing that one drink will make him smile more, two will make him zero on the nearest extrovert, three will get all the bad dad jokes and bad lines out of him and four and more? He gets tactile. Hand on arm, hugging, you can sit on my lap, tickling, smelling someone’s hair?
(he did that to Shitty once, because Shitty uses wonderful smelling products on his flow, and Jack spent his first College Party snuggled with Shitty on the ugly couch smelling Shitty’s hair while Shitty, stoned out of his mind, explained the Bechdel test to Jack. The fact that Jack remembered the theory the next day cemented their friendship. But I disgress.)
So imagine an alternate world where Parse didn’t show up at epickegster (sorry boy, love you but you’re such a cockblocker), and Jack feels safe and ends up drinking, and Bitty slowly looses his mind because he was already attracted as fuck to Jack, but now he’s talking with his hands, retelling the atrocious jokes he heard from Bad Bob, and playing with the strings of Bittle’s hoodie? Bitty’s poor little southern gay heart is not equipped for this.
Genre: Expecting Parents AU / Fluff and Non-explicit smut.
Summary: Jeon Jeongguk is a computer science major working as a pizza delivery boy, and you are an uninspired published author who has just started an art degree. When you realise that the delivery boy is your old high school crush, he keeps coming back, but with more to offer than just puff pastry and vegetarian supreme. Though little did he know that he would end up giving you something much more that flips both of your worlds completely upside down in the form of two blue lines and nine months.
Count: 9,656 words.
The second is a little faint, but it is there, undeniably there, growing stronger by the second as your heart sinks deeper into the pit of your stomach and suddenly you are keeling over the sink, throwing up a combination of panic and regret. You wipe your mouth, sit back on the closed lid of the toilet, shut your eyes and take a deep breath, holding it until your lungs burn and your lashes fly back apart to look at the test still shaking between your fingertips.
There, right before your eyes, two fucking blue lines protruding like two middle fingers, poking up at you and saying – Congratulations sucker, you are pregnant!
Twenty-three years old and pregnant.
You throw up again.
This has got to be the biggest mistake of your life.
HIghschool AU: You meet in the school counsellor’s office and bond over realizing you’re never going to be able to afford a secondary education.
CoffeeShop AU: You’re the barista with a Bachelor’s Degree in Education who works three jobs to make rent and he’s the cutie who busks on the corner so he can eat and pays for his coffee in dimes. He also has a useless accounting certificate and $80,000 in defaulted student loans. It’s love at first sight.
Roomates/Bedsharing: Vacancy rates in your city are under 1% and you’re sharing an illegal shoebox ‘basement suite’ that used to be a storage locker. Also, you’re an unpaid intern.
Friends to Lovers: The online dating world is terrifying so you marry your best friend for the tax benefits and so his insurance will cover your dental surgery.
Kid Fic: You got married young and are now working round the clock and struggling to raise two kids in a shitty economy where anyone at least 10 years your senior continually tells you you’re lazy and entitled. Bonus: One of your kids has a chronic illness and is on expensive medication.
Period AU: You miss your period and break down sobbing when you remember all the Planned Parenthood clinics have been defunded and/or closed. In a shocking twist, you’re not pregnant, but you do have endometriosis and need a hysterectomy. You get denied for insurance because being born with a uterus is a preexisting condition. These stories are full of angst and don’t have happy endings.
Fix-It Fic: Where you keep up a glamorous, yet simplified double life in your head that runs alongside the insanity of your real life, just to keep yourself going. In mine I’m engaged to Tyler Hoechlin and we’re having a baby through a surrogate.
Crossover Fic: When all the shitty aspects of your life converge to make sure you’re as low as you can be. Like when your overly critical mother insists you go shopping with her for clothes you can’t afford and you run into your ex (your parent’s favourite, of course) who is now engaged to the co-worker who just got promoted over you, not because they were more qualified, but because their “uncle” owns the company.
This is a song by us called Pompeii, which was sort of the song that I guess changed our lives. And it kind of did quite well in a lot of different places, which we weren’t expecting, and took us all over the world and allowed us to still have this as a job. (x)
I’ll have more to to say about this when I finish up my third (lol) viewing of Wonder Woman tomorrow morning, but I have to say that my absolute favorite thing about Wonder Woman - and the DCEU as a whole - is this idea of goodness and heroism being a choice. I don’t want heroes who take goodness for granted. I don’t want heroes who I’m just supposed to accept as being good because narrative tells me they’re “the good guys.”
Because you know what?
Goodness is hard. Love and hope and kindness don’t come easily or naturally - in general - and especially when faced just how fucking hard and cruel this world is. So what I love especially about the DCEU is the fact that they show us this - they show us heroes who struggle withthe weight of just how shitty this world is, how cruel people can be…and choosing to be good anyway.
That - to me - is what makes them truly heroic. Choosing to believe in love and hope and the goodness of men despite everything in your life, everything before you that shows you and tells you the exact opposite. Superman chose to protect a world that was suspicious of him, at best, and reviled him, at worst. Batman chose to once again believe that men could be good even though twenty years in Gotham made him feel as though no one could stay good.
Wonder Woman chose love - chose to believe in the power of love - even when it was lost to her.
Ya know, I wouldn’t be so PISSED and have EXPECTATIONS if Lucasfilm wouldn’t have PURPOSEFULLY LED ME TO BELIEVE that Finn was force sensitive and would be a Jedi. Banked on it even to get my Black ass in the theater. Why’d he wield the lightsaber huh? How was he able to be so skilled with it if he’s not a force user?! Your villain is kind of a punk if a non force using stormtrooper can injure him in a light saber duel! HOW CAN HE HEAR SCREAMS FROM SPACE LIKE OBI WAN YOU COWARDS?!
So just fuck all the SW lore, world building, mythology and blow holes all up and through your plot to execute your shitty “bait and switch”?! That’s how we’re doing it now?!
Ok. But ya know a better idea would be to PLAN YOUR FUCKING TRILOGY AND LET DIRECTORS WORK TOGETHER but that’s too simple and makes too much damn sense I guess and the tried and true course of action of fucking over Black fans and your Black male lead was just toooo tempting!
If Finn isn’t confirmed force sensitive by the end of this damn trilogy Lucasfilm and their whole “plot” is a joke!
requested | D – we always said that if we got separated, I should come back here and wait for you. You’d show up with beer and pretzels. You remember that? I know. You probably don’t. You always said that when we started dating, you forgot to tell me you had a shitty memory. You used to get so frustrated by it knowing you wouldn’t remember those good days those special days. I felt bad for you. I remember you said there was so much you wanted to hold on to, and then it’d be gone. But you’re lucky you don’t remember things, D. I wish I could wait for you now. But I don’t know if you’d come with me or if you’d take me back there or you’d kill me. You didn’t want to live in that world, and I made you.
i wanna be sarcastic abt this but i feel like that might be taken wrong so im just gonna say: its okay to ask for help. we live in a shitty world that tells us ‘you’re worthless if you can’t be self-sufficient’ and then makes it impossible to survive independently. it’s not shameful or greedy to ask for financial help and it’s okay to be unable to help someone bc you’re struggling yourself. it’s not cool to try and guilt trip people who are asking, though, no matter what ur own situation is, so like. stop doing that, y’all.
Hey it’s Clay. Clay Jensen. Don’t adjust your… whatever media you’re reading this on. It’s me, alive and ready. Ready to tell you the story of how I met [your full name]. But let’s start at the beginning, when she first walked into Liberty High. After all, every story has an origin.
Second week into school and I noticed from my locker that everyone was staring at the entrance door. I tilted my head to see what they were all staring at and there she was. Her hair was all wet which I presumed was from the rain. She didn’t acknowledge the stares as she approached Hannah’s locker. Suddenly I got a sense of déjà vu. My heart skipped a beat and my grip on my lock tightened. Well wasn’t the whole situation ironic. I caught a quick glimpse of her and I couldn’t help to think, was this revenge for everything I had done, more so hadn’t done for Hannah? Was this some kind of punishment to just remind me of my failure? I loosened my grip and took in a deep breath. I looked back and caught her staring at me. I closed my locker door and averted my eyes away from her. I wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice. Of course we had a couple of classes together, and I found out her name was [y/n], but I kept my distance. Little did I know, I was eventually going to fall into the trap.
A couple weeks had gone by, and it was raining so much that one couldn’t see where they were headed. I was riding my bike back home and found myself plugged in with my headphones. I wasn’t paying much attention to my surroundings. I couldn’t hear the loud honk of the car. It’s beaming lights blinded me causing me to hit the sidewalk and hurt myself badly. I pivoted my body to the side to cause less damage. Unfortunately, I felt warm blood slowly trickling down the right side of my head. I touched my forehead and cussed. I looked up and saw [y/n] rushing towards me. I was relieved to see she didn’t look so worried so the damage couldn’t been so bad. Even if she seemed calm, her eyes were saying something else.
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Looking out the window and I just saw it happen so fast. Clay flew from his bike straight to the pavement. The moment he fell the car just drove off. Asshole. I ran out and went to see him. I bend and grabbed his shoulder.
You: “Hey are you…” *looks at his head wound* “Wow that looks bad, umm come inside, I’m sure I can find something…”
Clay: *lifts himself up* “I’m fine, I can go home.”
You: *irritated* “I’m not going to hurt you Clay. Come on, let’s go inside.”
I led him towards the front porch and though the door. I brought him upstairs to my room and told him to stay there while I fetched the first aid kit. I came back to the room and saw him awkwardly standing.
You: “You can sit you know.”
Clay: *hesitates* “Oh um yeah.”
He sat down and I wiggled myself beside him. I opened the kit to see if there would be anything useful. I opened a disinfectant pad and cleaned the trickling blood. Once I finished that, I took a second one and warned him.
You: “This is going to hurt.”
I pressed the pad on his forehead where the injury was and felt him wince, and he cursed under his breath. As I padded the wound, I finally got to look at him in his eyes. Never had I seen him stare at me so intently, and so I was intrigued.
You: *while padding down* “I can’t believe an accident is all it took to finally meet you.”
Clay: *tilts his head* “I’m not a conversationalist, or good with people.”
You: *chuckles* “That makes two of us.”
I never spoke to her, not once. Now here I was getting nursed by her, what were the odds of that? Was this the world’s twisted way of giving me karma? Would this just end as bad as the last time? I let these thoughts run all over my mind as I stared at her. I looked at her as she finished padding down. I could see why people at school made such a big fuss about her. There was no denying that she was an attractive girl. She then searched for a band-aid, and when she found one, she started undoing it.
Clay: *raises eyebrows* “You? You’re not good with people?“
You: *smiles* “I prefer no contact. Just a few exceptions.”
Clay: *grins* “I don’t believe you.”
You: *patches him up* “It’s true. And look, you’re all good. I’d still go to see someone who actually knows what they’re doing.”
Clay: “Yeah sure, sounds good.”
You: “Don’t hurt yourself again, alright?”
Clay: *gets off from bed* “Ok. Well I should probably be on my way home.”
You: *get’s up* “You can, but you’re more than welcomed to stay.”
Her voice was soothing, and I couldn’t help to hear the hopefulness in her voice. Why was she acting this way around me? I felt my cheeks warm up a little and turned my head around quickly so she wouldn’t notice.
Clay: “Um my parents will probably start worrying about me, so I’ll just head out.”
You: *as he walks away* “I’ll see you around school.”
A few weeks have passed since I was nursed by [y/n]. I thought it was a bad idea, to get close to her. But through out the weeks I stopped to care. She’d choose to sit next to me during lunch and I didn’t mind. She never tried to impose and I never pushed her away. Sometime’s we’d talk, sometimes we’d just sit in silence. I let my anxiety slip away and eventually got close to her. And then, we had finally became friends.
During lunch time, Sky sat beside me and searched the table.
Sky: “Wow your girlfriend isn’t here?”
Clay: “She is not my girlfriend.”
Sky: “But you wish she was.” I fell silent and kept eating my food, “I’m sorry, did I say something wrong?” *smirks* “Didn’t picture you the popular type Jensen.”
Clay: *sighs* “ She is not… I don’t even know why I’m having the conversation with you.”
Sky: “Why don’t you stop being such a wuss and move on.”
Clay: *looks at her* “Do you even remember the last time? What happened when I got close to Hannah?”
Sky: “Oh yeah let’s all pity Clay. Please, the world didn’t revolve around Hannah Baker. She was high school kid with a shitty life and some issues, like the rest of us. Enough of her. It’s time for you to let go. If anyone should have a not so shitty life, it’s you.”
I took in a deep breath and let her words sink in. Oh the irony.
Clay: “Are you getting sappy with me? Did you just try to comfort me?” *laughs*
Sky: *dead serious stare* “Don’t make me regret this.”
Clay: “I heard you.”
Sky: “So what are you still doing here?”
It took me a second to realize what she was insinuating. I got up before she can can physically assault me and went to look for [y/n].
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The library always brought me some kind of peace where I can just manage all my thoughts. I had been invited by several people to Bryce’s party this evening. But I already had made other plans, a surprise actually. And parties weren’t really for me. I wondered though what it’d be like to go with Clay. To finally hold his hand and smile at each other like no one else was in the room. My heart fluttered to the idea but I pushed it away as I thought that would unlikely ever happen. Then I saw him come in the library, he scanned the whole room and smiled when he saw me. He approached me and pulled up a chair to sit beside me.
Clay: “Working on another assignment?”
You: *sighs* “Do they ever end?”
Clay: *smirks* “Do you need help?”
You: “I think I’ve got this, thanks.” *smiles*
I couldn’t help to see that he looked like he was trying to say something but couldn’t form the right words.
You: “Are you okay? You look a little shaken up.”
Clay: “You mean me? I’m fine.”
You: *shrugs* “Alright well did you hear Bryce is having a party tonight?”
Clay: *sarcastically* Yeah I actually heard. It’s not like the whole school knows.“
You: *grins* “Well I was invited by several people.”
Clay: "So… does that mean you’re going?“
You: "Nah I’m not a party person, and Bryce is an ass. Besides we’ve got plans.”
Clay: *looks nervous* “Um so yeah about… *shakes his head* "Wait we have plans? I wasn’t aware.”
You: “Meet me at the Crestmont for seven. Don’t be late.” *bell rings* “Oh we should be heading to class.”
I packed up all my stuff and tried not to show my excitement as we both left the library. Later that evening I fixed myself a little and made my way to the Crestmont. I got the whole surprise ready, and waited patiently until he came.
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I rode my bike to the theater. I checked my phone and it was just 6:58. I wasn’t sure what to expect, after all the theater was closed tonight for renovation. I left my bike in the back where I knew no one would try to steal it. I came back to the front and there she was. She waved as she put a strand of hair behind her ear. I smiled back, admiring her.
You: *smiles widely* “You made it.”
Clay: *sarcastically* “Actually I had made other plans, but um, I decided to come here.” *shrugs*
You: *rolls eyes playfully* “Well come inside, I’ve got a great surprise.”
I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I followed her in. We walked towards the end of the theater where there was a room being unoccupied due to the renovation. She opened the door and I couldn’t believe it. The room was unfinished, the chairs were put but there was no big screen or curtains. The surround system was already installed but the walls were bland with no light, so it would’ve been completely dark if it weren’t for the light of the projector. Also the image it produced emitted enough light to recognize my surroundings. The projector was set in front of the soon to be large screen. It displayed a menu to play the movie, Lord of the Rings. I looked around the large room and paid attention towards a couple of seats behind the projector. I saw they were being occupied by bags of popcorn and candy. I looked over at her and couldn’t help but to grin like an idiot.
Clay: *surprised* “Wow, this is–”
You: *frowns* “Please don’t say too much.”
Clay: *shakes head* “No, this is pretty cool, but Lord of the Rings? You could have picked a movie we both would have enjoyed.”
You: *shocked* “Are you kidding me? Clay, I didn’t think you out of all people would make such an assumption.”
Clay: *grins* “Well I’m sorry for not knowing you’re a bigger nerd than me.”
You: *playfully elbows his side* “Don’t push it. And for your information, I love these movies. I even got the special edition with the extra content in the film. So it’s going to be a long movie.”
The answer surprised me, and I actually felt some weird feeling in my chest. I felt my nerves kick in and feel it in my stomach. She made her way to the seats and I followed. She picked up the bag of popcorn and I held the bag of skittles. We both sat down beside each other. She pulled out two bottles of ice tea from her bag and offered me one. I grabbed it and placed it in the cup holder. I thought about it, and this whole situation seemed too good for me. With every second I tried to calm myself. I didn’t deserve all of this, and maybe this is the world setting me up for my own self destruction. Or was Sky right and maybe, just maybe I might not have such a shitty life after all.
Clay: *laughs* “You’re still a big nerd. Who would have thought.”
You: “I’m full of secrets. Now let’s enjoy the next 3 hours and 46 minutes of pure greatness.”
She pulled out the remote for the projector and pressed play.
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And that’s what we did, we watched the entire film. Not one single word spoken between us, just the sharing of our snacks. I stared at him a couple of times because he finally looked comfortable. When he’d catch me staring, I’d look away embarrassed. Sometimes, I noticed he was watching me, and that made me a little nervous. At some point I felt tired and placed my head against his shoulder. I think he was taken back because at first he kind of jerked. But seconds after he relaxed.
The movie ended and I lifted my head. I took the remote and went back to the main menu of the movie. I didn’t want to turn it off because then there would be no light in the room. We had finished the popcorn, candy and the drinks so we put them together in one bag. I looked over to see his reaction and he had a neutral look.
You: “I’m sure you’ve seen this many times just like me.”
Clay: “You have no idea…” *looks up at you and looks at phone* “It’s getting late.”
You: “Yeah it is.”
There was an ongoing stare being engaged by both of us, and my heart actually started to race a little. It felt like none of us truly wanted to leave.
Clay: “Well… we can always stay. Actually I’ve got a good place we can hang.”
You: *tries not to sound too excited* “Okay well lead the way.”
I carried the trash outside the room while following him. I threw it away and I was right behind him. He took me up a flight of stairs, until he opened the door and I could feel the cold, fresh breeze hit my face. We were on the roof of the Crestmont. He then sat almost close to the ledge, in front of the building. I joined him and started looking up.
You: “Do you always come up here?”
Clay: “It’s kind of my hang out. When I’m on my lunch I always come up here. Brings me a sense of nostalgia.”
You: “Nostalgic about what?”
He looked at me and looked like he was hesitating. I didn’t want to put him in a difficult position. I guess I asked a hard question, because he started fidgeting with his hands. I didn’t want to pressure him into something he didn’t want to get into. So I put my hand over his and gave him a reassuring nod.
You: “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”
He took a deep breath and started telling me the story of Hannah Baker. He cared about her; I could tell by the way he spoke about her. My heart fell while hearing everything that had happened to her. No person ever deserved that. I was able to tell Clay was the only person in her life that shed some light to the darkness she felt. Then he got to the part of the tapes, and clenched my fists of the idea Bryce raping any woman. And his friend Jeff dying, that I could tell was one of the hardest things for him. I encouraged him to keep going my giving his hand a squeeze. Then he looked down talking about his own tape. He didn’t even want to look at me. He was holding in so much guilt and shame; he didn’t think he did enough. I was almost tearing, but I gave his hand a little squeeze again when he was done.
You: “Why isn’t Bryce behind bars?”
Clay: “He’s got people covering his ass; he can basically get away with murder.”
You: “He essentially did, she deserves justice, both her and Jessica.”
Clay: *sighs* “I know but the story is a lot more complicated.”
You: “I see well I hope that son of a bitch does end up going to jail. I’m sorry about Hannah, and Jeff. They deserved better and seemed like really good people. Good to you.”
Clay: *looks at you* “Maybe, if Jessica finally realizes that she should go to the police about her rape. Honestly, sometimes I wish I could have been more involved. I wish I could have told Jeff to stay that night. I wish I could have seen that Hannah was slowly being destroyed by everyone around her. I could have helped her. She was crying for help and no one noticed.”
You: “By the sound of it, she had a lot to deal with it. And most people going through these types of issues would rather let their destruction hit them, like with Jess. And even if they wanted to get help, they don’t know how to approach people about it. So they hope someone might notice, and that person would approach them. And sadly, most of them times it’s not obvious. She made her choice. And in the end, you can’t save those who don’t want to be saved.”
Clay: *sighs* “I haven’t spoken about Hannah in a while.”
You: “It’s obvious you cared for her. And I think it’s really sweet that you have such great memories of her. Just never blame yourself for it. This wasn’t your fault.”
Clay: *looks at you* “Hannah was the first girl, well that I ever had strong feelings for. And I think that’s why it was so hard on me.”
I noticed a little tear coming out of the corner of his eye. I brought my hand to his cheek and wiped it off with my thumb.
You: “You loved her?”
He just nodded his head upon and looked down. I took my hand away from his face. It broke my heart to see him completely vulnerable. But he looked up, with some kind of determination in his face. He looked up at me and said something that surprised me.
Clay: “But I think it’s time for me to move on.”
I saw him take a quick glimpse at my lips and leaned in. I felt his soft lips against mine and my heart was slamming in my chest. I wasn’t expecting it after everything he had just told me. But it felt right, so right. I kissed him in back and wrapped my hands on the the back of his neck to bring him closer. Everything around me seemed to disappear. It was just me and him.
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I swallowed my nerves and went for the kiss. She put her hands on the back of my neck and drew me closer. All my nerves were replaced by adrenaline. I could feel the heat radiate from all over my body. I slipped my hands onto her waist and gave her hips a nice squeeze. I could hear a moan escape from under her breath. My heart started beating really fast. I realized that I was slowly pushing her towards the ground. I kissed her deeper, as she eventually ended up lying on the ground. She pressed her whole body against mine and that drove me crazy. Good crazy. My right hand traced the side of her body, outlining her curves. I got a panic feeling and stopped kissing her. She looked at me confused.
Clay: “I just want to make sure this is all okay with you.”
She looked at me with wonder in her eyes. She gave me light kiss on my lips and told me to get up. I got off her and we sat down again beside each other.
You: “So do I. Listen I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable with stuff like this.”
I looked at her for second before I kissed her; a slow, passionate kiss. In that moment, all I wanted was her. It wasn’t the time, and I still felt a bit anxious since the last time I kissed a girl.
Clay: “Just give me time.”
You: *grins and jokingly says* “Don’t make me wait too long alright?”
I chuckled as I gave her a light kiss. My heart was still racing from our intense kiss from before. She moved closer and put her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around her waist and smiled at her.
Clay: “In truth, I don’t actually like change, but this change seems cool.”
I saw her smile while I placed a kiss on her forehead.
That is all I’m going to write or type… you know what I mean. This story doesn’t have an ending yet, but I feel the ending to this story will be different from the last. So I guess this is goodbye, for now.
Request #1: Can
you do a one were they hate each other with a passion, Rick sends them on a run
together but they just keep arguing and smut happens (angry sex)
Request #2: Can
you do one when Reader meets everyone in the prison and everyone sees right
away how many things in common she has with Daryl but they both deny it and are
arguing all the time or ignoring each other (whatever you prefer) until one day
smut happens and they admit their feelings for each other?
Summary: Season 3
Prison Era. Daryl and the reader don’t get along and haven’t since she joined
the group. Daryl thinks she wants Rick and he has a crush on her. Little does
he know she feels the same way about him, she just doesn’t want to let him push
her around. After yet another epic throw down fight, Rick has had enough and
sends you two out on a run alone to figure your shit out. On the run Daryl finally decides to show you how he feels and angry, lovey-dovey smut occurs.
AN: I was in a lot of different places while writing this one, but I think it turned out well. Let me know if you like it! :)
Damnit! There he was
again! You complained to yourself in your head as your eyes met the dirty
redneck that thought he could just take and do what he wanted.
You huffed, wincing your eyes as he walked toward you down
the long corridor or the cell block, you of course just had to be walking the
opposite direction, so your paths were forced to meet.
His eyes hardened when you narrowed your eyes at him and his
jaw clenched, as he continued to walk your way, not giving an inch or a moment
You both walked toward each other dominantly until your
bodies finally met, both of you standing slightly more toward the center than
was needed to pass by each other. Your shoulders met with impact and you both
cocked your heads over toward each other, with angry eyes.
The moment was filled with tension, but you would not allow
yourself to back down, he had been pushing your buttons since the minute you
joined this group. He always was blocking your path, wherever in this place you
seemed to be, dominantly swooping around you, like he owned everything. You had
always pushed back, showing him you were the only boss of yourself, no one
You peered into his eyes, yours hard as nails, as you
pivoted your right foot around and planted it firmly to the side, squaring your
shoulder and your body into his.
He growls a little in the back of his throat, pivots his
right foot and squares your body back in retaliation. He eyes squinted and he
looked you up and down, “Better watch where you’re goin, Y/N.” He growled lowly
and pushed his body into yours.
You shoved your shoulder into his in return and glared up at
him, “You better watch who you’re bumpin into, Dixon.” You growled defiantly
and forced your body to stay in its defensive position as you glared him down.
You both stood there for what seemed like an eternity,
neither one of you budging, until you heard Rick’s voice echoing across the
drab concrete walls.
“Not this, again…” Rick said loudly to himself, shaking his
head and putting his hands on his hip.
Highlights from the Lana Parrilla and Sean Maguire panel at Storytelling Con, Barcelona, April 22, 2017
Lana came in first…..
Did she prank someone on set: “Well I stole Rebecca’s dog. She was not happy about that. But she stole my chocolates so I thought it was fair to steal her puppy. It was my Wicked Witch moment. I stole her Toto.”
Which Meryl Streep movie would you like to have been in: Mama Mia, the Deer Hunter, the Devil Wear’s Prada.
FMK: F Emma, M Zelena, K Rumple. “I would sleep with myself, I’d marry the Evil Queen, and I’d kill my mother. Nooooo. That doesn’t make anyone happy.”
Favorite con activities: “I love the meet and greets because they’re really intimate and you get to learn a little bit more about my people. Those are my favorite moment. Also just hearing people’s stories. These are fun. I like the panels because I like the energy. And it’s just fun because I get to see everyone and hear everyone, feel your energy and hear your voices and your shouting, your cheering, it’s electrifying.”
What was it like meeting Johnny Depp: She was seven all over again, and she had a crush on Johnny Depp during 21 Jump Street. She was starstruck and fangirled and looked stupid in that picture.
What has she learned from Regina or the Evil Queen: “I’ve learned a lot of lessons. And a lot of similar lessons that a lot of you have learned from these characters because they are very inspiring women. One a little bit more than the other. But even the Evil Queen I’ve learned lessons from her in what not to do. And with Regina just always striving to be the best me I could be for myself and others. That’s probably the biggest lesson. Sounds cheesy but it’s not.”
What is it like to live with four boys: Fun, loud, energetic, with a lot going on.
Best advise to give to your fans: “Be kind to one another. No more segregation, no more separation, no more hate, no more bullshit, I mean there is a lot of that happening in the world. Why would you want to be part of that? So especially in social media I see all the negative banters back and forth and it’s just… I just recommend if you get the impulse to want to say something really shitty to someone … go do something else.”
Sean Maguire joined at this point….
What is your favorite one liner: “I love fillet the bitch. I just think it’s so fun to say.”
They took a picture with an OQ banner presented to them by fans.
What would they as their characters use to describe the other…
Lana: “Chivalrous, Smells like Forest, Handsome, Father, Loving…”
What do you think the EQ and Robin are up to in the wish realm? “I know what they’re up to but we can’t say. […] I think they’re having a really good time.”
Question about how Robin and Regina never said I love you on the show: They both seem surprised that they did not.
Sean: “Well if that’s the case it’s an oversight on our part or the writers part or they’re really holding out to do that line. He’s already dead and you are still holding out?”
Lana: “I feel like they had to have said it…”
Sean: “I think you’re right… […] it’s because Robin and Regina are really shy… But did you get the sense that we both felt that? [Audience affirmative] Well then we did our job.”
Lana: “I’m here to tell you all that Regina and Robin Hood loved each other.”
Sean: “We certainly did.”
Lana declines to sing again… which … she does a lot at cons.
Sean: “Lana was the one on my first day, Lana was one of the first actors on the show to say hi to me and welcome me to the show. So I was really … it’s like the first day at school and when someone who has been there a while welcomes you it makes you feel really relaxed. So I was very, I loved her straight off the bat, I was like ‘oh she’s nice. We’ll get along well.’ not knowing we’d end up working together.
Lana: “I saw Sean before he saw me and I felt a warmth and a kindness and a sensitive sweet soul and you can see it. And I thought that’s my Robin Hood. So I went and introduced myself. And I knew we’d get along. And Sean knows this I’ve told him this a million times he’s been like an angel for me on the show and I love him so much. And I couldn’t have asked for a more wonderful, beautiful, love interest, co-star, friend, we really enjoy working with each other and I was so glad he came back this season. Honestly when Sean’s not there it’s weird. He brings so much light and laughter, he is, he makes everyone, the crew smile, everyone laugh, he’s missed.”
Does Regina think Emma is too good for Hook:
Lana: “Ahhh I mean I feel like Regina … I feel like I’m going to say yes for them but honestly I think that Hook has come a long way …”
[At this point the audience starts making noise…]
Lana: “Shhhhh do you want to answer the question or do you want me to answer the question? You may not like my answers but that’s okay, it’s still my answer.”
[Moderator/Translator: “Drop the mic.”]
Lana: “So I think that Hook has come a long way. I don’t think that Regina necessarily likes him very much. She tolerates him. And she supports her friend. All the Swan Queens are going …”
[Moderator/Translator goes ‘Swan Queens chill’]
Lana: “I have to look at the story as it’s written so I’m answering the question as the character and what is written. And I don’t think she really cares for Hook. She’s always sarcastic, she’s always belittling him, she puts up with him, and if he makes Emma happy she’s happy. Now I’ve lost all those fans…”
: “No you haven’t.”]
Lana: “I’m just kidding. I know I haven’t.”
Lana: “Well we don’t know if there is a season seven. So we don’t know what is going to happen but we’ll see. In the meantime there is a lot to catch up on in life. We’ve been working on Once for six years so … it’s important to take time for yourself and to try and try to reconnect and try to get some things done on a personal level. Who knows what lies ahead.”
Sean: “The show finishes filming around April … and those going back go back in July and Lana and I and a lot of the cast in that time travel around the world. We go to Brazil we go to Paris which we love and we’ve had an amazing time meeting all the wonderful fans. But it sometimes doesn’t leave us a lot of time to do the personal things that we want to do…”
Lana: “No rest for the wicked. But we’ll see. I hope you follow us no matter where we go.”
Best day of your life:
Lana: Being born.
Sean: When his son was born. Lana and Ginny told the assistant director to send him home when he showed up to work the day after his son was born.
The whole “fiction doesn’t effect reality” and the “It’s just a game/movie/book/show” arguments are so… ridiculous? Especially if said game/movie/book/show is attempting to do commentary on real life social issues. Like so many of these forms of media are trying to mix real life events into their works but they’re failing at the basics at it and in turn have a negative impact…
Take Overwatch for example… Blizzard is trying so damn hard to make the people who don’t like omnics to be villainous. But that whole idea falls flat when it’s shown that the reason omnics aren’t trusted is because they fucking started a world war. Like??? Yeah? Of course they’re not going to be well liked years after the war? So turning around and telling us that these robots are oppressed and anyone who doesn’t like them is wrong… is just dumb. That’s not how oppression works. Like yeah, how omnics are being treated is shitty but to act like there isn’t a valid reason for them to not be trusted is a blatant misunderstanding of oppression…
At no point in time were oppressed groups ever held worldwide power over their oppressors.
And in turn by having the marginalized group hold power over their oppressors, it makes the hatred of them justified. Oppression is NEVER justified. At no point should “Yeah this group is mistreated… But look at the destruction they caused” ever be said. There shouldn’t be a “But” or a “well they did do this” when you are discussing oppression and prejudices.
So having your Latino character, Gabriel Reyes, flat out say “Omnics built their cities and did the jobs humans didn’t want to do. In return: No rights and no citizenship” is so damn obviously about undocumented Mexican immigrants, it’s not even a joke. Or even have your Muslim Egyptain character, Ana Amari, say “They’re not extremist Gabriel. They’re terrorist.” Or the fact that there’s a mandatory registration for omnics, paralleling Jewish people during the rise of Nazi Germany. Like holy shit? They couldn’t be more on the nose with this shit.
The bad thing is tho, is despite how just how poor Blizzard (or any company/writers for that matter) is handling this, you’re still have those people who act like this is good commentary. Like the words of actual marginalized people wasn’t enough for them to understand what we’re going through. Nope. A million dollar company or inexperienced writers had to give their bullshit perspective of oppression and some of y’all will just eat it up.
‘im just doing it ironically’ is probably the single shittiest defense for using a term that means you hate aces as a self-identifier.
like, pewdiepie makes antisemitic comments “"ironically”“, they still have an impact on jewish people (like me). men consistently make misogynistic ‘jokes’ about women, and they’ll swear up and down that they don’t really mean it and they’re just being ironic- but those comments still have an impact.
even if you don’t personally believe aphobia is oppression, you’d think you’d at least have the self awareness to recognize that claiming you hate a group of people as a 'joke’ doesn’t magically absolve you of your actions. especially because even if you, personally, are doing it 'ironically’, there are people calling themselves aphobes that legitimately hate ace people and think the world would be better if they didn’t exist. and much like when someone makes an antisemitic joke and actual antisemites hear it, they feel validated.
even if you don’t think aces are oppressed, you should at least recognize that 'it’s ironic’ is historically meaningless and a shitty defense, and it’s the same defense used by bigots all over.
(also the comparisons i’m making are all forms of oppression i’m qualified to talk about so don’t get on my back about that. im not saying the impacts of antisemitism are the same as the impacts of aphobia, just that the principle of 'it was just a joke’ is the same in both cases)
I think it’s unfair to blame J.K. entirely for the shitty information we’re getting about the rest of the Wizarding World. I believe she tried to tell us, her fanbase, that she was done with Harry Potter, by writing the Casual Vacancy. I think the demands of us, begging for more information, more tidbits, more story, and the demands of her publisher and whoever else makes money every time she creates something new in the Harry Potter universe are wearing her out. I think she wants to be done, and we won’t let her. So she’s tired, and she doesn’t have the energy to contribute to creating more. While it’s okay to criticize what she’s creating and endorsing now, (Ilvermony, the Cursed Child), I think it’s important to take notice what we are demanding.
A/N: thank you for all the love on the first chapter!
it honestly means a shit ton to me. ppl liking my writing??? what a concept.
anyway.. enjoy! as always, let me know what you think !! xx
Warnings: A/B/O dynamics (Alpha!Negan x Omega!female reader), lots of swearing, threatening/assault-like themes (idk what
to fuckin call that), and my shitty writing
You awoke to a feeling of suffocation. For a brief
moment, you worried that Negan had decided that he had gotten in over his head,
but once you woke up fully you realized that it was only an overpowering scent.
It was musky and strong, smelling of burnt coffee and shot gun shells and some
candle you used to burn before the world went to hell; it was pleasant,
something you’d like to burrow into and bask in for days. Right now, though, it
was so overpowering you felt as if you were choking. You gasped, sitting
upright. Negan was sat on the edge of the bed, smile on his face as he watched
you gasp for air. You didn’t know what was worse, the fact that Negan had been
watching you sleep, or that the smell was him.
And you liked it.