then i met up with adam

Once Upon a Time officially confirms identity of Hook's daughter — and her mom!

Once Upon a Time not only revealed the identity of Hook’s daughter, but doubled down in the spoiler department by also unmasking her mother during the first of Friday’s two episodes.

As many fans had already suspected even before their first game of chess, Alice (Rose Reynolds) is indeed Hook’s (Colin O’Donoghue) daughter. The show had previously teased she was locked away in a tower, and now we know why. On a quest to gain access to the non-magical world, Hook had come across Rapunzel’s (Meegan Warner) tower. But after a night of passion with Rapunzel, Hook then discovered that the woman is actually Tangled villain Mother Gothel (Emma Booth) — the witch locked in Belfrey towers back in Hyperion Heights whom Rogers thinks is Eloise Gardener! — who was just using Hook to birth a child that would then take her place in the tower, that child being Alice. Twist!

“I thought it was an interesting way of bringing the character somewhere new,” O’Donoghue tells EW of finding out Alice would be Hook’s daughter. “I’ve just had a baby girl and it really resonated with me.”

However, it’s a twist that Reynolds didn’t know from the beginning. “First time I met Colin was in the stairwell of the offices at Bridge Studios,” the actress says. “It was after the read through of episode 1, I introduced myself and he said, ‘Oh, Alice, right? You know what they’ve got planned for you, don’t you?’ I said, ‘No.’ And then he smiled, nodded and walked off! And so then at dinner I was sat next to Adam [Horowitz] and said, ‘So, Colin, nice guy, he said something might be coming up for Alice?’ And Adam told me they intended for her to be Hook’s daughter and I was super excited, [but] mad at C.”

“With regard to finding out who my Mum was, I found this out much later,” Reynolds continues. “Maybe episode 6. I’d been ragging on Colin since I found out he was my dad, because I love him and it’s fun, and one time I joked that, ‘I must have got my good looks from my mum!’ And he replied, ‘You know who your mum is though, don’t you?’ And I said, ‘No.’ And he did the nod, smile, walk away thing again! So I went back to the scripts and reread them for clues and there was a line about Alice being locked in a tower and I knew Emma’s character was doing a lot of that with Rapunzel, so I went back to Colin and said, ‘It’s the Witch!!’ to which he said, ‘Nope.’ And then walked off again! So not only did Colin deny giving me any parental guidance, when I got anything right, he lied about it to my face!”

All jokes aside, Both O’Donoghue and Reynolds are looking forward to their characters catching up to the audience and discovering the truth about their relationship. “It’s something we haven’t touched on yet,” O’Donoghue says. “I’m excited to read that episode, if and when we get it.”

Many fans suspected this might be the outcome after the duo’s Hyperion Heights counterparts Rogers and Tilly sat down to play chess — a game this version of Hook previously revealed to Emma (Jennifer Morrison) that he secretly played with his daughter while she was being held captive by an evil witch. “Tilly and Rogers introduced themselves over chess,” Reynolds says. “Chess has a major part to play in their father-daughter relationship or lack thereof, and Tilly comes to rely on those moments. The game connects them. I don’t know how Tilly will react when she comes to understand that Rogers is actually her father, but on some level, I think she already knows.”

The question remains when the two will discover the truth, which will likely go hand in hand with Hook finding out that Eloise Gardner is actually Mother Gothel, who’s been working alongside Drizella (Adelaide Kane) for as yet unknown reasons. “Well, we will just have to wait and see [how Hook reacts],” O’Donoghue says. “He obviously is angry!”

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Day Eighty-Nine

-I passed a two year-old singing in an angelic voice. She could undoubtedly go professional if only she knew any real words.
-A woman’s card got stuck in her purse, prompting her to bellow, “GET OUT.” I am happy to share that today I met the voice actor from every possession-based horror film in cinematic history.

-A man pressed his phone against the card reader. He became confused when nothing happened. The store not having a mobile pay reader did not seem an acceptable answer for him.

-“Can I get a birthday?” I asked. With a stern tone and an offended face, I was told, “No.” Sure that I misheard, I followed up, “Sorry?” “I said no!” she replied, growing more and more adamant. She wanted to stay out of the store’s systems. I wanted to verify her age for her purchase.

-I made a new friend today. His name is Stanley the Stinkbug. He is a stinkbug. He walked around my screen for about twenty minutes and made for pleasant company. He was very nice, but since he spent his entire stay walking in circles along the same path, he was not quite the brightest bug bulb in the bug bulb bunch.

-Unfortunately, a woman came through my lane with a static-filled robe. Unfortunately, I immediately felt myself get charged up. Unfortunately, I could tell that I would be met with a horrendous shock the next time that I touched metal. Unfortunately, my register is precisely pelvis-high. Unfortunately, the unfortunate happened.

-Children who sing to themselves are amazing, adorable, to be protected, and my best friends.

-At several points throughout the day, the ice machine at the cafe would turn on without a soul in the vicinity. Whether the machine is broken or possessed, it was reassuring to know I could lay down in a pile of ice if the desire so struck me. This is truly my comfort zone.

Heartbeat | 5

“You’ve always stayed far away from the Kingsnakes, the coldblooded gang that runs the dark heart of your city. That is until your life collides with the intriguing and dangerous Jung Hoseok.”

pairing: hoseok x reader
genre: gang!au, angst, smut
wordcount: 10k

part one | two | three | four | five

** warnings: ANGST, degrading names during sex, dom!Hoseok, violence, graphic descriptions of injuries, dark themes, mentions of drugs, hospital scene

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This is Chai. She was hiding under the (completely non-functional) company car at work the morning after a freezing night, and she yelled at me as I was heading inside. I lured her out with the deli turkey from my lunch and she instantly went from scared to in love with all humans.

I fed her the rest of my turkey and one of my coworkers contributed a slice of venison sausage, but we knew she couldn’t stay at work all day because none of us would get anything done. I called my husband and told him we had a temporary cat, and asked if he’d mind keeping an eye on her while I figured out what to do. (My landlord has a no-pets policy, but I couldn’t just kick her back onto the street.)

They got on like gangbusters, especially after I picked up Claritin for Adam. Chai ate an entire can of cat food and then spent all day sleeping on Adam’s lap. Any time she left the room, she’d mew occasionally so Adam knew where she was. Meanwhile, I called around and made posts on local groups until I found someone who’d take her in. 

While I worked out the details with the fellow (he had a rather aloof cat already and was excited to have a really cuddly companion cat), I heated up a rice pack, which Chai promptly fell asleep on again. 

I’ve honestly never met such a cuddly, sweet cat. It was hard to say goodbye. The guy who took her in texted a few days later to say they’d been to the vet. Chai’s about eight years old, healthy, and is getting along well in her new home. 

Free Roaming Was A Mistake: Two Years Later

This morning, I watched Kaiju emerge from her burrow, yawn, and walk around her cage. She soaked in her swimming pool for a while, got out, drank some water, played with her feeder puzzle and got some breakfast, basked, dug a hole, moved to the other side of her cage, dug another hole, and then flopped on her log to bask again. Watching her dig made me think a bit, and then I looked back at my lizard records and realized that hey, it’s two years to the day since I put her in the cage, and that made me think a little bit more. 

Namely, it made me think about the year I spent letting her free-roam all the time. It’s something I want to talk about here for a few reasons. One, I think it’s important to talk about why it was a mistake so that nobody else tries it. Two, I think it’s important for me personally because a lot of the Pet Experience™ on the internet is cute pictures and videos and talk about how amazing your animal is. Pet owners like to present themselves as experts in excellence, and I think particularly here, that contributes to a lot of the toxicity and hostility that goes around in the petblr tags. Many private challenges to our way of doing things go ignored or are met with hostility; public challenges tend to devolve into ad hominem arguments and fighting that ultimately doesn’t change the animal’s care. But everybody makes mistakes. Nobody’s perfect, and even husbandry decisions that are made with careful planning and forethought can be a huge mistake. Sometimes you back the wrong horse. 

When I was looking into tegus for the first time, a commonly recurring theme was free-roaming. While most of the community supports caging, there is a small, vocally adamant subsection that says that free-roaming works for them. They talk about how they do it, how they set up hot spots and humid zones, and how their animal is part of the family. That loud minority really seemed inspirational to me- like they were so dedicated to their animal’s experience and mental well-being that they converted their own home. I thought I could do that, too, and maybe it could have worked out long-term, but you know what? I don’t care. There’s a lot of what ifs left, alternate universes I don’t have much of an interest in exploring. It’s an irresponsible, foolish gamble. There’s no what ifs about her health- I know that she’s got the humidity and heat she needs for her organs to function properly. There’s no point in looking back or trying to figure out a work-around to facilitate full-time free roaming. 

Here’s what I know: While the year she spent free-roaming caused no problems based on bloodwork and imaging analysis, there’s no telling what could have happened in the long run. Tegus are tanks and it can take a long time before improper care takes its toll on them. This is the post I saw that made me change my mind; the tegu here had been free-roaming for six years before his health rapidly declined. That’s what made me decide that even if I did everything “right” to keep letting Kaiju free-roam, it just wasn’t worth it. Sometimes, even if you think you’re doing the right thing, it’s valuable to take a step back and say “ok, but is this really the right thing?” It’s said a lot by petblr bloggers that your ego shouldn’t ever come before your pets’ health, but sometimes these decisions aren’t based on ego- sometimes they’re based on just plain being wrong. And there’s nothing wrong with admitting that! It’s ok to be wrong. Nobody’s right all the time. But have the courage to reevaluate your husbandry practices and the honesty to fully consider the risks- and if you realize you need to make a change, then make it. Your animal’s worth it.

carly’s pynch fic rec

basically, i’ve read a lot of fic, some of which i haven’t seen on rec lists on tumblr anywhere and i just thought that had to be remedied so: here we go. ten fics sorted by word count. most of them are multichapter, and rated M or E.

[edited november 2017 to update the status on some fics!]

★★★★★144k+ words, rated M, completed

light with a sharpened edge by poetic_leopard aka @winterblues

Adam Parrish works as a sober companion, but he has no idea of the storm that’s soon to hit him when Ronan Lynch turns out to be his newest client. (Or the one where Adam Parrish and Ronan Lynch are trapped underneath the same roof for six weeks.)*Ronan, to his surprise, opened his eyes. For a breathless moment, Adam was transfixed in them. They were the color of the ocean on the most azure of nights, lightning right before it struck the ground, damp hydrangeas on a fog-swept morning. Those eyes gave him chills.

this fic!! solidly one of my favorite fics! (although, i’m only recommending my favorites) ronan is a little more of an asshole than usual, but, it’s an AU so.. it works. the writing in this is lovely and poetic and leaves you hanging off of every word. 

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Warmth

Originally posted by despairingfever


Beast!Adam x Reader

Warmth

Prompt: how about some beast!Adam cuddles?

Note: Yaaaaaaaaassssss *Edit* I went a little overboard on this one, but I think its p cute.

A few months seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. Adam seemed so different from the version of him you had first met. The servants all agreed: everything had changed that night you brought him home. He was softer, warmer, he smiled more. Some of them swore they had even heard him laugh.

Maybe there was something there that wasn’t there before.

They knew that whatever that something was, it was something you had brought back in him. Every day, Adam was more like the young prince the castle’s staff had grown so fond of and less like the dark prince his father had twisted him up to be.

Recently, he had shown you his spectacular library, and now the two of you spent the majority of your long days reading together. And because it was always winter here, you tended to get quite cold, even with the fireplaces and blankets that were so abundant in the castle. Nothing seemed to help shield you from the chills.

Nothing except Adam.

You had found that if you sat close enough to him on the couch, his warmth seemed to chase away the cold. Most days you would sit with your body touching his. You thought you were subtle about it, but he noticed that your shivers seemed to disappear when he was near.

And so, he decided to work up the courage to address it.

“So…”

“Yes?” You asked, sliding a bookmark into the large leather-bound book in your hands.

“I heard from Mrs. Potts that you get quite cold at night.” You looked up at him, but he looked away as soon as you met his gaze.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “A little.”

“And I’m always quite warm at night, what with all of this…fur.” he motioned to himself. “So if you’d like to…”

“Thank you.” You gave a grateful smile and scooted a little closer to him on the couch in the library. After reopening your book, you rested your head on his shoulder, and Adam swore his heart skipped a beat.

***

“H-hello?” you knocked on the door to Adam’s chambers later that night wearing a white nightgown and some slippers. “Adam?”

The door swung open, and there he was, wearing a nervous sort of grin. You could see the secret fear hidden in his eyes, but you didn’t know why. The staff did, though. They were all hoping, praying that tonight would be their last night as knickknacks.

“Come on in.” he motioned for you to come inside and then led you over to the bed, where he had pulled back the blankets. He climbed in before you, heart racing as he waited for you to slip beneath the covers. After a long beat of silence, he spoke. “I suppose it’s foolish.”

“Hmm?”

“For a creature like me to try to win your affections.” His eyes were sad. You reached up and stroked the fur of his jaw.

“I don’t think so.”

“Really?”

“Mmhmm.” You stretched and yawned. “I dunno, Adam. I’m pretty fond of you.” He laid back against his mountain of pillows. Tentatively, you crawled on top of him, letting him embrace you in his large arms. You exhaled a deep sigh. “Ohhhhh,”

“What?”

“You’re so warm…”

“One of the few advantages of this form.” He chuckled. “I’ve never been cold in the time I’ve been this…”

“Can we make this a recurring thing?” You mumbled. The lamps seemed to turn themselves off. “Please? God, you’re warm.”

“I think that could be arranged.” Adam feared his heart might leap out of his chest. You were here. You were curled up in his arms, and you seemed to be more than content. He closed his eyes, and took a breath.

You were slipping away, deep into sleep. What you said next was so quiet, he barely heard it before falling asleep himself.

“I love you.”

***

Sunlight streamed through the window early the next morning, and when you opened your eyes, you remembered that you weren’t in your room. You were in Adam’s. But something was different.

Very different.

“Aah!” You bolted upright at the sight of a stranger in Adam’s bed. He blinked a few times. Your alarmed yell had dragged him out of his slumber.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” he asked. It was then that he took a moment. His voice sounded…different. Higher than usual. And his paws weren’t paws at all. They were hands. He reached up to touch his face, and instead of fur, he came in contact with skin. You had done it. You’d freed him.

“How did you get in here? W–who are you?!”

“It’s me!” He shouted. His expression softened and he reached out for your hand. “It’s Adam.”

“Adam…” Your voice was quiet.

“You broke the spell.” In his eyes, you could see him. They were the same even though everything else had changed. “You…you love me.”

“I do.” You nodded. He cupped your face with gentle hands, relishing in the feeling of his skin against yours. You were so soft. And he soon discovered that your lips were equally as pleasant.

***

After a long day of jubilant celebration and more hugs than you could count, you soon found yourself standing outside Adam’s chambers. They were brighter now. The things he had destroyed in his beastly anger had been miraculously repaired, along with the rest of the castle. The servants were free too. They had returned to their human forms the previous night and had had their celebrations, but had decided not to wake you or Adam, as you were peacefully tangled in your slumber.

There had been a magnificent ball. The people of the village had finally remembered everyone here. The curse was gone, and so was the endless winter, instead replaced with a beautiful spring.

You knocked on the door, and almost immediately, it swung open, revealing your fiancé who was smiling brighter than you had ever seen. He picked you up and twirled you around, causing you to laugh and smile. As soon as he had you back on your feet, he pressed several kisses to your forehead, cheeks, and then finally your lips, relishing in their sweet taste.

“Well you certainly are excited, Adam. It’s just me.”

“You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, of course I’m excited to see you!” His arms were snug around your waist, and he pulled you to him, holding you against his chest. You rested your head in the crook of his neck. His voice was no more than a soft whisper in your ear. “I love you more than you could ever understand.”

“And I love you more abundantly than the stars in the sky.” You replied, hugging him tight. He sighed a warm breath. If Adam had his wishes, he would never let you go, but your proclamation of love was followed very quickly with a yawn. He didn’t blame you for being tired. It had been a long day for the both of you.

“Are you tired, love?”

“A bit.” You admitted. He pulled away to look at you. His hands cupped your face, thumbs gently stroking your cheeks.

“Let’s go to bed, then.” He suggested. You nodded and followed him over. Once the two of you had gotten settled, you took a deep breath as you listened to his heartbeat. Adam’s soft lips pressed against your forehead and his arms wrapped around you, holding you close. It had been only last night that the two of you had been in the same position. Except, he had been much larger and covered in fur. He chuckled a little at the thought. It seemed so far away. That entire chunk of his life was beginning to feel far off, when really it had only been yesterday.

“Hmm?” You asked.

“Do you mind it?”

“Mind what?”

“That I’m…different now?”

“You’re still the man I fell in love with. With or without all the fur.” You replied. “And you’re still very warm.” He chuckled.

“Well good.” He kissed your forehead again.

“But…”

“Hmm?”

“How would you feel about growing a beard?” you asked teasingly. He let out a playful little growl, causing your heart to race in exhilaration.

“Consider it done.”

Channing Tatum bonded with Adam Driver over Star Wars

Channing Tatum and Adam Driver bonded over “too many bottles of wine” and ‘Star Wars’.


The pair play siblings in upcoming heist movie 'Logan Lucky’, but as they’d never met before, the 37-year-old actor invited his co-star - who plays Kylo Ren in 'Star Wars: The Force Awakens’ - to his house, and they had a much longer evening than he’d planned.


Speaking to Empire magazine, Channing recalled: “The first night I met the guy, he came over and we ended up hanging out until 2am.


"We drank too many bottles of wine and just bulls***ted. It was an all-night conversation about Kylo Ren. He only wanted to talk about 'Star Wars’ … No, I’m kidding.


"Though he will bring it up occasionally and then say, 'Oh, I thought you were asking about Kylo Ren.’ He’s really good at making fun of himself.”


The two actors - who are joined in the film by Daniel Craig and Riley Keough - had a “glorious” time working on the film.


Channing said: “I ate pizza and drank beer and was pretty much as comfortable as I could possibly be. I’ve always said I needed to become a better actor so I don’t have to work out so much.”


Adam, 33, added: “I usually equate making films with torture, self-doubt and anxiety but we had such a good time.”


In the movie, Adam’s character - bar owner Clyde Logan - has lost a hand in an accident, and that presented some challenges for the actor.


Director Steven Soderburgh said: “I think Adam’s someone who likes having something to learn. He really enjoyed figuring out how to play scenes with a prosthetic arm, or essentially no arm at all.”


Adam added: “I literally tied my hand behind my back and tried to figure out how to make a martini. But when I got on set, the countertop was two feet higher than the one I’d practiced on at home. It was anxiety-producing.”

it’s taken me a long to find the strength to share this traumatic experience with you all… but in light of current events, i feel obligated to do so.

this is the story of how a kylo stan attacked me.

it was a normal tuesday in september- it was a new school year, rife with opportunity, and i was just getting used to my new classes and schedule when the incident occurred.

i was in my 7th period ap literature and composition class, my last class of the day, working dilligently on analyzing poetry for my project. i needed to google something about t.s. eliot, so i grabbed my phone.

little did i know i was about to make a choice that would change my life.

the girl sitting beside me happened to glance at my home screen’s wallpaper as i went to google whether or not t.s. eliot was gay (note that my wallpaper is a cropped photo of tom holland and john boyega from when they met at d23 this past summer).

noticing that i had left the photo as it was rather than photoshopping adam driver in beside tom, the girl suddenly grabbed my wrist, forcing me to look up and away from my google search. now, i’m used to encountering racist star wars fans both on and off the internet, so i was more than ready to oppress another reylo if it came to that.

“can i help you??” i asked, loudly enough that several of my classmates looked up.

the girl’s eyes bored into mine as she hissed, “are you a fucking finn stan?”

dead silence fell over the classroom. i bravely met her gaze before saying, “yes i am. and kyle ron is an ugly looking motherfucker.”

it was at that moment that i sealed my fate. the girl absolutely lost it, jumping out of her seat and screaming at me.

“YOU FUCKING ANTI!!! BEN SOLO IS 100000X BETTER THAN FINN, HE WAS ABUSED BY HIS PARENTS AND COMMITED GENOCIDE AS A COPING MECHANISM!! AND ADAM DRIVER IS BEAUTIFUL, HE FOUGHT TO PROTECT OUR COUNTRY FROM TERRORISTS LIKE FINN SO SHUT THE FUCK UP-”

my classmates looked on in horror. as this kylo stan paused for a breath, my teacher calmly rose from her seat, holding her stormtropper coffee mug (note that my teacher is a professed star wars fanatic, but never positioned herself on this discourse. until now.)

i thought for sure i was doomed. this was it- i was finally going to be schooled by a high school senior who would convince me and all my classmates that kylo was superior to finn through cognitive dissonance and false literary analogies…

but what happened instead shocked me.

my teacher met both of our gazes before calmly addressing the kylo stan-

“kylo ren is a deeply flawed individual who has commited numerous war crimes and has played an active role in a fascist regime’s acts of genocide and imperialism. finn, on the other hand, is a victim of this fascist machine and, despite being raised to be a mindless killer, is so pure of heart that he is able to understand that the first order is morally wrong and actively fights against them despite the horrific abuse he underwent at their hands.”

“furthermore, i DO have an english major and i can tell you that your kyle/reylo stanning theories are bullshit lmao.”

my class erupted into cheers. they gathered around me, lifting me on their shoulders while the kylo stan was trampled beneath their feet.

later that night, i got a call from lucasfilm that they heard about what happened with the kylo stan and wanted my input on how tlj should go.

in conclusion, i not only successfully got all the finn stans in my school to oppress the kylo stans, but i also erased kylo from the star wars film francise entirely and made finn a jedi.

moral of the story? don’t mess with us antis sweaties 😙✌

With You It’s Different

Logan Howlett x Reader

Words: 1,346

Request: Can you write a Logan fic where he is his usual gruff, grumpy self with a hard exterior but around y/n he is super nice and always pays attention to her and is a huge teddy bear with her. I just love Logan wow. Thank you!!! :)

“I said no,” Logan growled, his voice reaching your ears. That’s odd, you thought, Logan wasn’t one to lose his temper often. You got up from your place on your bed, moving towards the voices. Scott seemed adamant about something that Logan was definitely not approving of. You stopped just short of them, watching Logan with a small smile. He really was gorgeous. His beautiful brown eyes met yours, the previous tension dissipating at the sight of you. He all but forgot his argument with Scott, sidling up to your side with a smile. “(Y/N),” he greeted happily. You returned his smile in kind.

“Logan,” you replied. Scott seemed a little put out, leaving the two of you alone so he could go work out his own issue. “What was that about?” You questioned.

“Nothing,” he answered, shaking it off. “Anything interesting happen while I was away?” You chuckled softly, following Logan’s lead.

“You were only gone for two days.”

“I know.” He turned to you with a smile. “But a lot can happen in that time.” Still smiling, you wrapped your arms around him. You really did miss him while he was gone. Two days or not, you always missed him when he left. He eagerly returned your affections, pulling you closer into his chest. “I take it you missed me.” He teased.

“Oh ha-ha,” you grumbled into his chest, pulling back after a moment. “You wouldn’t last a week without me.”

“That’s what you think,” he winked.

“That’s what I know.” You smirked at him, loving being around him. You should really tell him how you felt. But what if everything changed because of it? What if he didn’t feel the same way and things became awkward between you two?

“Everything okay?” His eyes were shining with concern.

“Everything’s fine.” You pulled him into your spacious room, shutting the mahogany door behind the two of you. “How about a movie?”

“Sounds great,” he smiled. You plucked up your laptop, lying back on your fluffy pillows as Logan joined you. He wasted no time in getting comfortable, wrapping an arm around your shoulder so you could lean on him. You did so, turning on (Your favorite movie). It was a pleasant time, Logan adjusting himself occasionally so you could get even closer to him. By the end of the movie, you were practically in his lap, your warm bodies completely relaxed into one another. You were tired, your head sinking further into his chest. You felt the vibrations of his laugh on your back, causing you to laugh in turn.

“Tired?” You nodded. “You can sleep.” He whispered, placing a sweet kiss to your forehead. Your eyes slowly drooped, your last thoughts of Logan as you drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

The scent was different, you mused. It was fresh and smelt of leather and spices. You breathed it in, further burrowing your head into the wonderful aroma. But it was more than that, it was comfortable and warm. You were so content, lying there. At least until you felt a hand rest softly against your back, a sigh sounding next to you. Your eyes flew open, your mind halting all mental processes. Looking up slowly, you met the groggy eyes of Logan. Heat instantly crept up your neck, spreading a brilliant blush all over your cheeks. He smiled down at you, his muscles stretching beneath you.

“Good morning,” he greeted, pulling you ever closer to him.

“Whoa,” tumbled out of your mouth. Graceful, you chided yourself. But you couldn’t help it. Never had anyone looked so utterly delicious as he did in that moment. His lips were parted, his eyes were slightly dazed, and his hair was mussed. You wanted to taste him. Dear God, you wanted to taste every inch of him.

“Something the matter?” He asked, a slight frown tugging at his lips. And oh how you wanted to kiss his frown away.

“Nothing,” you reassured, pushing yourself up so you could get a better look at him. The golden rays of sunlight creeping through the blinds illuminated his figure to make him look like an angel. Your hand twitched, the sudden itch of wanting to run your hands down his body so, so hard to ignore. You really, really should tell him how you feel. But no, not yet. “I’m going to take a shower but I’ll see you downstairs.” He nodded, sending you one last smile as you entered the bathroom. Your body was on autopilot, going through the motions of turning everything on by itself. A million scenarios of what could happen if you told Logan the truth ran through your mind as you turned on the faucet. Each one was washed away with the cool water drenching your body. You had to force yourself out of the shower and down the stairs, your entire body just wishing to drop down into the Logan-scented sheets. He greeted you with a beam when you arrived in the kitchen, the anger present in his current conversation fading away. Strange, that same thing happened yesterday. You added a mental note to ask him about it later. He dropped a plate filled with breakfast in front of you, the smell of food brightening your mood. You looked over to the Professor, greeting him with a nod.

“Good morning, (Y/N),” he received, “I expect you slept well.” For the second time that day, a warm blush covered your face. The little shit knew. He had a perceptive smile on his face and a pointed look in Logan’s direction.

“I did, actually.” You said eloquently, looking down at your food instead of the two other occupants. Charles bid you both a good day before leaving the two of you alone. Once he was gone, you looked back up at Logan. He seemed peaceful, his eyes not leaving you for a second. You squirmed under his scrutiny, wishing he’d look away. “What is it?” You finally asked him, your eyes connecting.

“It’s nothing,” he shook his head, a smile playing on his lips.

“Logan…” you pressed, wanting to know why he was looking at you that way. If the feeling in your stomach had anything to say about it, you really shouldn’t mind. He took a step closer to you, his eyes never leaving you. As soon as he was within reach, he lifted you off your feet and held you close to his warm body. You giggled, holding onto his shoulders and pressing your head against his. After a moment of squeezing you, he placed you back on the ground.

“They want you to go to Rome to locate a mutant.” Logan stated, answering your unasked question. Wait, what? You’d gone on missions to retrieve mutants before.

“And…?” You inquired.

“You’re going alone.” He responded, his jaw clenching at the statement. Oh. You’d never gone on a mission alone before.

“It’s alright,” you shrugged nonchalantly. “Nothing I can’t handle.” He sighed, pulling you back into his heated embrace.

“You could get hurt.” His voice sounded pain, his body tensing beneath your arms.

“Everyone here is constantly going on missions; alone or together,” you argued.

“But with you it’s different.” Logan stated. You furrowed your brows, escaping his hold so you could get a better look at him. His eyes were shining with worry, his lips pressed together tightly.

“Why?” You breathed. He didn’t verbally respond, pressing his lips so softly against your own, you could almost fool yourself into thinking it was a dream. Just as quickly as he placed them there, he pulled away. Your body missed the warmth of his already.

“I’m so-,” you cut him off, surging towards him. Your lips met his in a frenzy, your hands grasping at his hair to give you a better angle. He returned it just as eagerly, his mouth moving against yours so perfectly. You could practically see the fireworks, your body moving ever closer to his muscled form. Pulling away, you smiled at him. Maybe now you could tell him how you felt.

Sorry / Dean Winchester

Request: Can you do where Mary and the reader don’t seem to get along when she gets back and Mary tells Dean a lie about her and he believes his mom over the reader, but have a fluffy ending and lost of angst in it lol @lizwinchester16

A/N: I just got back from a week of camp so bear with me

Warnings: Angst, Mary is a bitch

Originally posted by today-supernatural

Mary Winchester hated you and you didn’t know why. Whenever you two were in a room together, she glared at you and gave snarky comments. Dean didn’t notice as he was too excited that his mother was back, and you didn’t have the heart to ruin that. So you kept ignoring her, but eventually it all got to be to much. You were walking through the bunker looking through your phone when you heard Dean yell.

“(Y/N) COME HERE!”

You rushed through the halls and into the war room where Dean was hunched over the table.

“What’s wrong?”

“You know damn well what’s wrong here!”

You stared at him in confusion,” If this is about the pie I swear I didn’t -”

“YOU THREATENED MY MOTHER! STOP PLAYING DUMB!”

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No Longer a Monster » Prince Adam

Pairing: Prince Adam x Reader

Fandom: Disney + Beauty and the Beast

Words: 724

Summary:  Adam is having a nightmare and you’re there to comfort him.

A/N: Damn, it’s been one whole month since I uploaded a story, but I’m back now and I’m ready to write! It’s Spring Break and I hope that I can come out with a lot more stories. So, I watched Beauty and the Beast yesterday and I fell in love with the characters! It’s an amazing movie! I recommend watching it!

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The Raven Cycle Characters as Pick-Up Lines

Gansey: Do you have a map? I’m getting lost in your eyes

Blue: Damn, you make me want to knit both of us matching sweaters

Adam:  Are you my appendix? Because I have no idea how you work, but this feeling in my stomach makes me want to take you out.

Ronan: I actually don’t hate you. Congrats

Kavinsky: Do you have a name or should I just call you mine?

Cheng: If Internet Explorer is brave enough to ask you to be your default browser, I’m brave enough to ask you out!

Noah: Did you die recently? Cause girl, you look like an angel to me.

Declan: I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met. I wouldn’t forget a pretty face like that

Matthew: Do you like Starbucks? ‘Cause I like you a-latte *laughs*

Did you multiply? (Dean X Sister!Reader)

Characters: Dean Winchester X Sister!Reader

Universe: Supernatural

Warnings: Killing, injuries, mild swearing

Request: Perhaps a brother Dean x sister reader imagine? Where she really admires him and dresses like him, with leather jackets and works out in order to become a good hunter. Dean taking her under his wing and taking her seriously perhaps with an astonished Crowley “Wait have you multiplied?”.


Originally posted by sensitivehandsomeactionman

You may have only been the half-sister of Sam and Dean, but you had that face. You had their expressions, their attitude, everything. When they found out you were their little sister, they were worried you’d be like Adam, only to find out when they met you, that you were a little them, and by little, I mean it. You were pretty young when your brothers showed up into your life.

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anonymous asked:

hey do you have any funny/weird facts about John Adams?

  • John Adams once faulted Abigail Adams because she sat cross legged and Abigail replied with, “a gentleman had no business to concern himself about the leg of a lady.”
  • Adams was the defense lawyer for the British soldiers who shot civilians at the Boston Massacre. 
  • In his private diary after first meeting John Dickinson, Adams noted that Dickinson was “a shadow…pale as ashes” and doubted that he would live a month. 
  • Adams and Benjamin Franklin once had to share a bed. Adams wanted the window closed, Franklin wanted it open and spent the night explaining why they would all suffocate but Adams fell asleep halfway through [x].
  • Franklin, Adams and Edward Rutledge were sent by congress to view the list of those who would be executed if the revolution failed and the list on those who would be given pardons which was held by British General Howe. Adams name was not on the list of pardons, meaning if the revolution failed, he would hang [x].
  • While on route to France via ship, Adams and his son John Quincy had to take up buckets and work with the crew to throw the water overboard [x].
  • While Adams was in France, Abigail still in Massachusetts struck up a correspondence with James Lovell was a married man who was into Abigail. Abigail kept letters with him so she could find out what was going on with her husband. But when the letters were starting to turn more “sentimental” Abigail saved all his letters and sent them to her husband. [x]
  • Adams and his two sons had to ride donkeys on their way from the port in Spain to France [x]. 
  • Thomas Jefferson became so close with John Quincy Adams what he stayed regularly at his home, struck up a friendship with his aides and John Adams said to Jefferson, “He appeared to me as much your boy as mine.” Nabby Adams and Abigail Adams went on shopping trips with Jefferson as well [x]. 
  • At Shakespeare’s home, Adams and Jefferson chipped off pieces from a chair were Shakespeare had sat. Years afterwards, Adams claimed that Jefferson on arriving, got down on his hands and knees and kissed the ground [x]. 
  • In the privacy of his personal journal he referred to Alexander Hamilton as “a damnable villain”.
  • While he was vice-president the senate and beyond referred to him as “His Rotundity, Duke of Braintree”
  • He was the first president to live in the white house, and he only lived there for four months [x]. 
  • He once accidentally sent pages of his diary to congress and they all read it aloud and laughed at him [x]. 
  • He was a bad dancer [x]. 
  • In 1797, a fire engulfed the shop and home of the publisher Andrew Brown, who had been an ardent critic of Adams as Vice President. Adams, who was already the President-elect of the United States, was seen carrying buckets of water to try help put out the flames [x]. 
  • When two brothers who were neighbors of Thomas Jefferson visited John Adams when he was in retirement he exclaimed at length, “I always loved Jefferson and I still love him.” This was carried back to Monticello and helped re-instate the Adams-Jefferson correspondence. 
  • During Lafayette’s grand tour of America the last time, he visited Adams and afterwards remarked “That was not the John Adams I knew.” Later, Adams said “That was not the Lafayette I knew.” [x].
  • In 1825 at the age of eighty-nine, Adams met with a woman he had nearly proposed more than a half-century earlier. Upon seeing her, his face lit up “What! Madam, shall we not go walk in Cupid’s Grove together?” to which she replied “Ah, sir, it would not be the first time we have walked there!”
  • Along with a portrait of John Adams in his closing years, Gilbert Stuart also made a face mask on him. But the face mask got stuck on his skin and he “thought he would beat my brains out with his hammer!” which is why in the bust of Adams on Thomas Jefferson’s desk at Monticello he looks rather tempered. 
  • John Adams last words were “Thomas Jefferson survives”. Jefferson actually died five hours earlier and the two died on the same day within hours of each other.
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Having never previously met, Driver and Tatum took fast track to brotherly bonding: a bunch of drinks and a yarn about Star Wars. “The first night I met the guy, he came over and we ended up hanging out ‘til 2am,” Tatum remembers. “We drank too many bottles of wine and just bullshitted. It was an all-night about Kylo Ren.” He laughs at the memory. “He only wanted to talk about Star Wars… no I’m kidding. Though he will bring it up occasionally and then say ‘Oh, I thought you were asking about Kylo Ren.’ He’s really good at making fun of himself”. - from Empire Magazine (August 2017 Issue)

1997

Characters: Dean Winchester, sister!reader, OC character(s).

Words: 1060

Tagging: @daughters-and-winsisters, @evyiione, @darkestgrungeuniverse, @fabulouslycassie, @samanddeanshotsis, @delessapeace-blog, @mariairwin666 @1amluke, @saveprettydays

A/N: Hola guys! So, I started watching Riverdale the other day, and I got really inspired by the whole High School setting, so I just wanted to write something regarding that. So, that’s the explanation for this. Also, it starts out in 3rd POV, just because I was trying stuff out :)

If you want to listen to what I listened to while writing this: listen to Daddy Issues - The Neighbourhood. Not that the lyrics fit with the fic, but I liked the feel of the song for this :)

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Jeremy Adams was having a normal day. Everything was like it used to. He woke up the same time as usual, he wore the same type of clothes, he had the same thing for breakfast as he always did. His feet met with the same grounds as he walked to the same building as yesterday, school. Even though there was a comfort in it, Jeremy was looking forward to college; he was ready for something new.

So, naturally, he instantly looked up from his books when something was out of the ordinary happened —  the door to the classroom opened in the middle of the first lesson. Two teenagers entered, a boy and a girl. And he had never seen them before.

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About Time

Title: About Time

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 3,468

Warning: Some slow burn satisfying smut

A/N: I wanted a jealous Sammy and some deliciously satisfying smut, so I wrote this! It’s a slow burn, but it’s worth it. Enjoy!!!


Pushing the door to the bar open a huge smile spread across your lips. It wasn’t every day you convinced the boys to go to a college town bar over a dive bar. Tonight was all about you. A successful vampire hunt, from start to finish, had been perfectly coordinated and executed by none other than yourself and the boys were thoroughly impressed. Hopping onto a bar stool you caught the attention of a cute bartender and got everyone a shot and a drink.

“Well,” Sam held up his shot glass. “To Y/N, the girl who’s turning into quite the badass hunter.”

“Awww, thanks boys. I’ll drink to that any night.”

Slamming your shot you grabbed the boy’s glasses and nodded towards an open pool table. Dean handed you some cash as they went to grab it before it was taken. Sliding off the bar stool you started to weave through the crowds of people.

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The Shape of Water Getting Original Companion Novel by Guillermo del Toro and Daniel Kraus

It hasn’t come out yet and Guillermo del Toro’s The Shape of Water is already winning coveted awards and wowing festival audiences around the world. Coming out this December, the Cold War-era film will tell the tale of a mute woman who begins communicating with a creature that is being held at the Occam Aerospace Research Center.

Feiwel and Friends, an imprint of Macmillan Publishing Group, has announced that a companion novel, which is being authored by del Toro and Daniel Kraus and is also titled The Shape of Water, will be published on February 27th, 2018. The film mirrors and extends the story told by the feature film. Del Toro explains, “This is a story I’ve been thinking about since I was six years old and saw Julie Adams in Creature from the Black Lagoon. I always hoped she and the creature would end up together, but they didn’t. It was over a breakfast with my Trollhunters collaborator Daniel Kraus that he told me about his version of a similar idea and I knew immediately that we’d cracked the story, both for the movie and the book.

Kraus adds, “The Shape of Water is my oldest spark of an idea—I’ve been carrying it around inside me since I was fifteen. But it wasn’t a fully fleshed story until I met Guillermo. Within seconds of telling him the premise, he began filling in the narrative blanks. I love writing with Guillermo because he’s the most earnest, emotionally open artist I know, and those sensibilities compliment my darker, grittier tendencies.

Directed by Guillermo del Toro, who co-wrote the film with Vanessa Taylor, The Shape of Water stars Sally Hawkins, Michael Shannon, Richard Jenkins, Doug Jones, Michael Stuhlbarg and Octavia Spencer.

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