they guy know how the shit is done

Another fandom where I wish people could figure out how to like villains without justifying their actions, downplaying the bad shit they’ve done, or completely ignoring those horrible traits the villains have. Guys, Lucio did deserve to die, he probably even deserved to suffer and be mocked. He was a tyrant, a murderer, apparently the kind of person that lit living people on fire. Everything we’ve seen points to him having been abusive and violent and dangerous, not to mention how he didn’t give a shit about the poor in his city, and who knows what else. It’s fine to like him, I like him, but you can’t excuse his shit and paint the cast as villains for wishing him dead. I would have wished him dead too if I’d been in their shoes.

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Here’s some of the most amazing and invaluable advice you’ll most-likely ever get from one of my good colleagues and legends in comics/gaming, creator JOE MADUREIRA. It’s what i’ve been preaching to you aspiring artists since i arrived on DA, but i think his POV says it perfectly:

*WARNING: SOME MATURE LANGUAGE*

“DO YOU REALLY WANT TO BE A SUCCESSFUL ARTIST? 


Or a successful WORKING PROFESSIONAL?



Believe it or not there is a difference. I’m not usually a soapbox type guy, I don’t like instructing people, and I think I’m a terrible teacher. But hey, it’s Friday and I’m in a strange mood. So here goes:

I’ve noticed that a good number of my fans happen to be aspiring artists themselves. This is for all you guys. I get asked constantly: "Where should I go to school?” “What classes should I take?” “What should I study for anatomy?” “What pencils and paper do you use?” “Should I be working digitally now instead of traditionally?” “How do I fix my poses? Learn composition? Perspective?” “When am I going to develop my own style?” “Who were your influences?” “Teach me how to draw hands!” The list goes on…

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Here’s the deal. All of that stuff *is* important, and it may nudge you in the right direction. A lot of it you will discover for yourself. What works best for one person doesn’t work for another. That’s the beauty of art. It’s personal. It’s discovery. DON’T WORRY ABOUT ALL THAT CRAP!

Instead I’m going to answer the questions that you *SHOULD* be asking, but aren’t. These are things that have only recently occurred to me, after doing this for 20+ years. These things seem so obvious, but apparently they elude a lot of people, because I am surprised at how many ridiculously talented artists are ‘failing’ professionally. Or just unhappy. The beauty of what I’m about to tell you is that it doesn’t matter what field you’re in or what your art style is.

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In no particular order:


1) DO WHAT YOU LOVE. If you are passionate about what you’re doing, it shows. If you’re having fun, it shows. If you’re bored, IT SHOWS. Some guys are able to work on stuff they have zero interest in, and still pull off great work, but I find that when I do this my motivation takes a huge hit. And Motivation is key. Money is not a great motivator. It’s temporary like everything else. And honestly, I’ve gotten paid the most money for some of the shittiest work I have ever done. That may sound awesome, but it’s not. And here’s why…

2) You MUST stay Excited and Motivated. Have you noticed that there are days you can’t draw a god damned thing? And some days you feel like you can draw anything? It’s 4am but you don’t notice because you are in the ZONE. Your hand is racing ahead of your mind and you can do no wrong?! Maybe it’s some new paper you got. Or a new program you’ve been wanting to try out. Or you just found some amazing shit on DeviantArt, or watched some movie that just makes you want to run straight to your board. This relates to the above because while it is possible to involve yourself in projects you aren’t excited about—maybe you need the cash, or think it will look good on your resume, whatever it is—it’s not going to last. You need to stay fresh. Expose yourself to new things. New techniques. You should be getting tired of your own shit on a fairly regular basis. Otherwise other people will.

3) Check your Ego. If you think you’re the shit, you’re already doomed. You may be really, really good at what you do, but there’s someone better. Sorry. There’s always plenty to learn, even for us old dogs. So when I meet young upstarts who have this sense of entitlement, or a know-it-all attitude, I just have to laugh. Some of the biggest egos I’ve ever witnessed were from people who have accomplished the least. Meanwhile, most guys who are supremely talented AND successful, and have EARNED the RIGHT to have an ego and throw their weight around, don’t. Why is that? It’s because…

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4) RELATIONSHIPS ARE IMPORTANT. This may be one of the biggest lessons I’ve had to learn. Early on, I didn’t value my relationships with people. Creatively or otherwise. I felt like I didn’t need anyone’s help and I could figure everything out on my own. Let’s face it, many of us become artists because we are reclusive, social misfits. We’d rather stay inside and draw shit than go outside and play. We like to live inside our own minds. Why not?! It’s awesome in there! And sometimes we don’t want to let other people in. But like I said—you can’t do it alone. I can honestly say that as much as I try to stay current, as much as I try to push my work and draw kick ass shit that will excite people, I would not be where I am today if it weren’t for all the other people I’ve met and learned from along the way. Guys who pulled strings for me. Took risks on me. Believed I was the right guy for the job. You need to manage your relationships. You need to network, and meet people. Drawing comics is still a pretty good place for reclusive types—but if you want to work in big studios—Making games, Films, animation, basically any other type of job on the planet, you’d better start making some connections. Be likeable. Be professional. That doesn’t mean be an opportunistic ladder climber. Fake people lose in the end. Be yourself, but be professional. It’s no secret that when people are hiring, our first instinct is to bring in people we know. It’s human nature. I don’t like unknowns, even if their portfolio is awesome. If we have a mutual connection, if they have great things to say about you, you’re in. If you have AMAZING artwork to show, and I call your last employer and they tell me what a pain in the ass you are to work with, you’re done. Talent and skill only get you so far. I am literally amazed at how often I meet guys that are total assholes and think they are going to get anywhere.

5) Here’s the BIG ONE. The greatest obstacle you will ever have to overcome IS YOURSELF. And the Fear that you are creating in your own head. Stay positive. Stop defeating yourself. There are artists I know that are so damn good they make me pee my pants. I look up to these mofos. I study their shit and I want to draw like them. And they are almost NEVER working on their DREAM project. And—big surprise, they aren’t happy in their job. “Why NOT?! WTF is WRONG WITH YOU?!” is usually my reaction. And the answer is almost always “The market isn’t great right now” “Other stories/games/comics like mine don’t do very well” “The shit that’s hot right now is nothing like mine, It’s just going to fail.” “I’m not sure I’m good enough.” “I need the money.” “Too Risky.” “I tried it before and failed. ” It doesn’t matter what words they use, they are afraid for one reason or another. I know. I’ve been there.

But here’s the deal. YOU NEED TO TAKE RISKS. Guess what? YOU ARE MOST LIKELY GOING TO FAIL. If you want it—REALLY want it, that won’t stop you. You will learn A LOT. My good friend Tim constantly jokes about how I jump out of planes without a parachute and worry about the landing on the way down. You may think that I’m lucky, that it’s easy for me to say because I’m already successful, that I’m in a different situation than you all are. But it’s not true. Risk is risk, no matter what level you’re at. If you’re already successful, you just take even bigger risks. But they never go away. Everything in life is Risk vs. Reward. Not just in your career. LIFE. You’d better get used to it.

I didn’t know what the hell I was doing when I got into comics. I left the #1 selling book at the time ( Uncanny X-men ) to work on Battle Chasers during a time when 'Conan’ was about the only fantasy comic people knew. And no one was buying it. I wanted to work in games, so I started a game company. I had NO IDEA WTF I was doing. I just wanted it, really bad. We tanked. It failed. No big surprise. But the people I worked with got hired elsewhere and rehired me. I started ANOTHER game Company. We had 4 people and a dream, and some publishers wouldn’t even meet with us, because their 'next gen console’ teams had 90+ people on them. I literally got hung up on. “Stick to handheld games, it’s smaller, maybe you can handle that…” one MAJOR publisher told us. I don’t blame them. But we didn’t let it stop us. Thank god we didn’t listen to them. Vigil was born. Darksiders happened, AND we got to make a sequel. It stands shoulder to shoulder with the best games in the industry, and the most elite and experienced game dev studios in the world. How is that possible?!!! Hardly any of us had even worked on a console game before. I’ll be honest, I was thinking we would fail the whole time. I just didn’t care. If I had to play the odds on this one, I’d bet against us.

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Why am I telling you all this shit? This is not me patting myself on the back. It’s just stuff that has somehow only dawned on me recently when it’s been staring me in the face for so long. I feel like I need to wake you guys up!!! I’ve been limiting myself. I’ve gotten afraid. I’ve taken less risks. I saw my career going places I didn’t want to go. I wasn’t happy and I wasn’t excited. And I’ve realized, that all that stuff I just talked about is the reason I am where I am today. Not because I have a manga style, or I draw cool hands, or there’s energy in my drawings, or all the other things people rattle off to me. There are other guys that do all that same shit, and do it better. And amazingly, those same guys constantly tell me “Man, I wish I could do what you are doing.” “SO DO IT!!!!!” PLEASE listen to me—because I want you guys to make it. I want to look to one of you people for inspiration some day when it’s 2am and I need to keep drawing. Stop worrying about all the other stuff—the pencils, the paper, the anatomy, all that shit. It will only get you so far. You’ve already got most of what you need. I hope this helps some people. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for all the support over the years. You are all one of the greatest motivating forces in my life and my career. Sappy but true. Ok, let’s go draw some shit!!!“

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I think, instead of telling kids ‘don’t do drugs, they’re bad’ we should show them the opiate withdrawal patient I had the other day

25 years old, in jail for god knows what, cops bring him in with a lac to his forehead from banging it on the wall repeatedly. He is already handcuffed so we put him in an isolation room, with sliding glass doors. Because he is in custody we take everything but the bed out of the room. 

Patient is screaming the whole time he doesn’t want to be there (same bro) with blood everywhere from the head lac. 

5min later, I hear this sickening crash, I’m pretty sure someone has just run head first into the glass doors, because mate I’ve done that before those curtains are assholes, so rounding the corner I see blood all over the glass door, patient still screaming he wants out but is now banging his head on the glass. 

It takes 4 security guards to hold this guy down, he is absolutely losing his shit, screaming and flailing and has no idea whats going on. Calling out for his mom, for Neil (???), for a sandwich, doesn’t know what day it is or just refuses to answer we can’t tell, pupils 4mm and sluggish but thats how it was when they brought him in, so security cuffs him to the bed so he can’t hit the wall. 

Fastforward 10 minutes and he has dislocated/broken his wrist trying to get out of the bed and to the door, he has puke and stool everywhere, refused to take the ativan so we gave midaz, but that didn’t touch him. 

This guy screamed from 2-7, we maxed out what we could give him for benzos and he was extraordinarily agitated and wouldn’t settle and was only in the beginning stages of withdrawals. It was terrifying, but the thing that got me was after screaming about how we took the 20′s (from his underwear??) he was quiet for a minute, I thought ‘shit the midaz finally caught up with him and now were gonna need to intubate’ but he then screams

“I don’t want to do this anymore, I don’t want to be on drugs anymore, I want this to stop, I want to be clean, please someone help me”

And thats what got me. This guy was 25, had his whole life ahead of him, but got caught up in drugs and it was going to kill him, and he wanted out, but withdrawals were so bad that it was easier to keep using. 

Fuck telling kids don’t do drugs. Show them what its like to try to stop, how all your friends die from OD, how you are one phonecall-not-made away from death yourself, how you get to be tied to a bed in the ER and your nurses need to apologize to other patients because you can’t stop screaming and just shit yourself and puked the cookie I gave you and your body is on fire. 

Don’t just tell them not to do it, because that doesn’t work, show them what its like to try to stop, because sometimes fear works better than facts. 

Note: Throughout the day we gave him 4 of ativan, 27.5 of Midazlolam and 12 of haldol, and this guy still was still agitated and screaming and 100% inconsolable, and by that time the doc was like ‘we can’t give him anymore, but lets transfer him out before he crashes’. It was a fucking time

Use Me.

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 6930

Warnings: Angst if you like squint! Smut. Kinky shit. NSFW gifs. Language. 

Summary: You surprise Bucky with a little outfit during Tony’s halloween party.

A/N: Congrats @bucky-plums-barnes on the 8K!! Since people asked for a second part to Anticipation, I thought why not do the second part for someone else’s challenge. Let me know if you want to be tagged HERE. Gif source.

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Let’s talk about Bucky Barnes and Prisoners of War

I’ve seen a lot of people saying Bucky was guilty, Bucky should be thrown in prison, Bucky had no right to be “coddled” because of what he did. So, as a former USAF Staff Sergeant who is fiercely protective of those who served and gave so much for their country, I want to talk to you about POWs. Now I’m not great at these meta things, so bear with me, ok?

Let me begin by saying in America, Prisoners of War are not blamed for the things they were forced to do as prisoners. (Take this with a grain of salt, of course. I’m sure there’s a limit for everything, but for the intent of this post, that statement is relevant.) In our country, we understand that brainwashing and coercion happens and stuff that people may be forced to do is done under duress. 

When a person is taken as a Prisoner of War, they’re generally taken for a reason. Let’s look at how the Taliban/Al Qaeda like to take prisoners if only to behead them on live television. It’s demoralizing for the citizens of that prisoner’s country and uplifting for the terrorist bastards who enjoy that kind of shit. It’s all about hurting the enemy so the other guy can get further ahead, right? Right.

So let’s talk about what we know of Bucky’s time with HYDRA. 

The first time Bucky had opened his eyes after falling from the train, he was being dragged through the snow, his arm in pieces. The next thing he remembers is having the arm cut off and replaced with a metal one. You will be the new fist of HYDRA. Already, they were remaking him. He lashed out, got violent because that wasn’t who he was. Bucky was loyal to America and loyal to Steve’s purpose. 

How many times did they wipe his brain? They wiped his brain of all his memories including his very identity and reprogrammed him to be the loyal soldier they needed him to be. And correct me if I’m wrong, but they knew exactly who Bucky was. He was Captain America’s right hand man. If you don’t think that made him all the more gleeful over using him to tear the world down so HYDRA could build it back up in their image. 

So they wiped his brain, put in new programming, wham bam, you’ve got yourself a soldier. But there was more than that. There was the actual brainwashing. That’s different, actually. The brainwashing is doing stuff like telling a man that his work helped to shape a century, that he was making the world a better place, that his work was important. It’s being gentle and kind to that soldier, making them feel like what they’re doing is good and right even when there’s something in their chest that tells them it’s not. It’s seventy years of being used for one purpose and put on ice or wiped all over again when that purpose was finished.

Let’s think about those people who are saying Steve coddled Bucky. Steve saw his best friend who he’d thought dead as a man who didn’t even remember him when their lives had been so entwined, when their worlds had practically revolved around one another so long ago. Bucky didn’t remember him. Bucky had tried to kill him. That was not Bucky. But Bucky was in there, and Steve was going to do whatever he had to do to make sure the innocent man who had been tortured and wiped and brainwashed got a chance to live. 

Isn’t it time Bucky Barnes has a chance to live the kind of life and enjoy the freedoms that all those other men who’d made it out of the war had lived? 

Stop blaming Bucky- a veteran, a POW, a hero- for what he was forced to do. You all wanna talk about victim shaming? That is victim shaming.

percyyoulittleshit  asked:

I write a bad pick up line on your cup every time I’m your barista’ Or ‘Should I be concerned about how much caffeine you’re taking in’ For Percabeth

“Coffee guy has a crush on you,” Piper says without preamble, flicking a page in her reading.

“Uh huh,” Annabeth mutters, dragging a highlighter over a line in her book. It’s only after she’s finished an irritated scribble in the margin that the words really penetrate. She glances up at her friend, who is leaning across the table looking amused. “What? No. Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I’m always ridiculous. And always right. He keeps refilling your coffee.”

Annabeth, who has been lost in a haze of architecture for longer than the hour Piper has been sitting in the cafe with her, has not really been aware of her drink being refilled. She’s reached for her mug when she wanted a drink, and the mug has always had coffee in it. The logical inconsistency between the amount of times she’d reached for the cup and the cup never being empty had not really jumped out at her until now.

“If he’s refilling my coffee and not yours, that just makes him rude.”

“Oh, no. He’s been refilling mine. When you started swearing at your book before, it nearly overflowed, and it wasn’t because he was scandalised.”

Annabeth sighs, refusing to glance over her shoulder at the coffee guy in question. It’s not like she doesn’t already know what he looks like, the guy is six foot tall with a build like an Olympian swimmer and a jawline that could cut glass. She manages to drag her brain to a halt before it starts listing things to compare his eye colour to: Piper is smirking at her reading in a way that suggests she’s learnt how to read minds.

“He was probably impressed with my command of the english language.”

“He was impressed with something, all right.” Piper shuts her folder with a snap. “Right, i’m done here.”

“That reading was fifty-one pages, you’re so full of shit.”

“The fact that you know how long my readings are is terrifying, you know that?”

“Do your homework!”

“Can’t hear you, running away to get a restraining order!” She’s halfway to the door by the time she sing-songs that, leaving Annabeth with her nearly empty coffee mug and a cafe full of people giving her the stink eye.

“If you need an alibi, I can testify that you’ve been here pretty much all day.”

Coffee guy has a nice voice. Warm, smooth, just this side of deep without sounding like the trailer guy. It takes Annabeth an embarrassing amount of time to register that she’s thinking this because he’s standing right next to her, holding a coffee pot. It’s a good thing her self control is world renowned, because she uses all of it to keep from jumping out of her skin.

“What? I - no, she’s joking. We’re friends. Really.”

His grin is distractingly crooked. “I’m convinced.”

“I’m gonna kill her,” Annabeth mutters, hoping against hope that she’s not blushing, or something equally ridiculous.

“That’s probably not going to help in court.”

Her brain is - slowly - retreating out of coffee-and-study survival mode. A joke, she realises belatedly, and the rueful laugh escapes her before she can think to bite it back. And - something in coffee guy’s shoulders relaxes, just a little bit. Nervous, she thinks, and finds herself predisposed to like him. Smart boys know to think very carefully before approaching Annabeth Chase, and that’s the way she likes it.

She tucks an errant curl behind her ear. “I’ll plea insanity. Over-caffeination.” She glances down at her cup. “Actually, would you mind–?”

His face scrunches up with something like concern. “That’ll be your sixth cup.”

“Aren’t you the guy who’s been topping me up?”

“Grover seemed to think you might, I dunno, eat us or something if you ran out. I was protecting the good people of the cafe, but apparently cutting you off means stopping a murder.”

A groan escapes her, something like shame crawling up the back of her throat. Annabeth knows she’s got a serious case of resting bitch face (and she’ll fight anyone who suggests that’s a problem),but she doesn’t want the entire campus to be terrified of her.

Just wary.

“I’m not…actually some hyper-violent lady with a hair-trigger, honestly.”

“Oh hey no, I didn’t mean to–” And he’s groaning? He rubs the back of his neck, which is slowly turning red, and Annabeth starts to feel less off-kilter. “I’m bad at flirting.”

She’s definitely going to murder Piper. This is her fault somehow, Annabeth’s sure.

“Same,” she rushes out, before over-thinking can make this even messier. Her whole body feels energised, jittery, and she doesn’t think it’s the coffee. “Um. Just one more refill? To get me through the last bit of this chapter?”

“Wh - uh, right. Sure!” He squints at her. “You don’t mind?”

Annabeth rocks her mug from side to side, watching the dregs of her drink slosh from side to side. Black, no sugar. It seems like the safer option right now.

She takes a breath.

“Haven’t decided yet,” she says. “I’ll let you know when i’m done with this chapter.”

She’s not looking at him directly, but his grin is wide enough to be seen from space, let alone the corner of her eye.

“You got it,” he says happily, topping her mug off. He’s on the verge of pulling away when he pauses, like he’s remembered something. “It’s Percy, by the way. So you don’t have to keep calling me coffee guy.”

And then he’s gone, leaving Annabeth to seriously reconsider committing that murder.

Orc Fighter and Dwarf Fighter: Is there an orgy at this party?
DM: Roll to see if whats happening at the party
Orc: Nat 20
DM: Fine. Yeah, there is a small orgy.
Orc: Can I join?
DM: *sigh* You know what, sure.
Dwarf: is there any food around them?
DM: No?
Dwarf: can I make a stand and sell bacon pancakes so they can refuel.
DM: Roll to build a stand
Dwarf: nat 20
DM: Fuck it. You build a stand so great it is now a permanent fixture of the village. Are you guys happy now.
Dwarf: yes
Orc: Can I roll for how many boggarts are in this orgy with me?
DM: We’re done here.

anonymous asked:

Your hcs give me life can you do one where Eddie gets a piercing or something

+ when eddie turned 16, he started to rebel a bit more

+ he started drinking with his friends more often and getting high a lot, as well as wearing more ripped jeans and (richie’s) band tshirts that his mom most certainly did not pick out

+ one friday night, when they’re all 18, the losers are hanging out at mike’s house, drinking some wine that bev stole from her aunt, and sitting in a circle

+ “hey, marsh, did it hurt when you pierced your ears?

+ “actually, my friend did them for me in 7th grade with a threading needle and yes, it hurt like a bitch

+ “cool, could you do mine?

+ richie nearly chokes on his sip of wine 

+ “no way, ed”, bev laughs, “if you get an infection i’m not going to be responsible. i will go with you tomorrow to the tattoo parlor down the road, though. i’ve been wanting to get something done

+ the next day, bev and eddie make their way to the shop around 11 (they left all the loser’s at bill’s because they wanted it to be a surprise)

+ “holy shit, guys, i can’t believe eddie’s getting his ears pierced, do you know how hot that’s gonna be? if i die when i see him, tell him that it was worth it

+ except, when they walked in the door, eddie didn’t have his ears pierced

+ he had his fucking lip pierced

+ richie’s pretty sure he blacked out for a second, but when he could finally focus again, he was slowly reaching up towards the piercing and eds was looking at his approaching hand like it was going to kill him

+ it was a little silver ring around the left side of his bottom lip and it was the hottest thing richie had ever seen

+ “oh my god, eds, since when did my innocent boyfriend become such a punk? i think i’ve died and gone to heaven”

+ beverly got everyone’s attention and lifted up her shirt to show them the little tattoo under her right boob that said ‘lover’ in a simple font

+ they adored it and decided that they all wanted one, too, so they’d never forget each other (how could they, though, really?)

+ (eddie told rich that they had to lay off kissing for a few weeks while his lip healed, but as soon as they were able, they couldn’t get their mouths off each other. richie’s pretty sure that the feeling of eddie’s lip ring against his tongue is the hottest thing in the world. eddie’s pretty sure he made a great decision)

Bored, Steve sends badly photoshopped pics of him and Tony to his boyfriend randomly. 

Tony, who knows Steve’s skills, responds,  “Steve, I’ve seen the shit you make in photoshop, what even is this. And how did you get Paint on your tablet?”

Steve offended and still bored responds with only one thing: 

Even MORE outraged Tony, who is in the middle of an important SI meeting decides that two can play at this game. 

He angrily downloads the suckiest painting application onto his phone, and adds in his little (TRUE) edits to the picture: 

The response makes Steve smile but him being the little shit he is decides instead of playing nice he will come up with something even more original: 

As a final straw, and he can tell Pepper is glaring holes into his head, Tony responds with one last image with a text saying: “guess who’s sleeping on the couch tonight?” 

Steve’s response is to add the image collection to his online portfolio Tony had set up for him with a title as “My Greatest Master Piece” and a caption reading “To my beloved Tony who loves and supports me and EVERYTHING I make.” 

Needless to say Steve slept on the couch longer than just one night. 


you know who you are: @ilunabarrean, @justpalindrome, @antonystvrk, @whatthepatrick

AMERICAN GODS SENTENCE STARTERS

episode two - the secret of spoons. ( contains violence and nsfw themes )

  • ❝ can you hear me ?
  • ❝ you want help ? fine. ❞
  • ❝ let me tell you a story. once upon a time, a man got fucked. now, how is that for a story
  • ❝ let me paint a picture of what’s waiting for you on the shore. ❞
  • ❝ and all for what ?
  • ❝ and i ain’t even started yet. ❞
  • ❝ this guy gets it. ❞
  • ❝ angry is good. angry gets shit done. ❞
  • ❝ you’re already dead, asshole. at least die a sacrifice for something worthwhile. ❞
  • ❝ let. the motherfucker. burn ! let it all burn. ❞
  • ❝ were you shot at ?
  • ❝ well it depends on who you ask. ❞
  • ❝ i don’t know what the fuck you speak of. ❞
  • ❝ how was the funeral ?
  • ❝ you wanna come in and talk about it ?
  • ❝ mmm-mmm-mmm. what a little asshole. ❞
  • ❝ oh, you know him ?
  • ❝ they don’t have a fucking clue. ❞
  • ❝ i don’t give a fuck if they don’t have a fucking clue, i want one ! give me a fucking clue !
  • ❝ good. compact amended. ❞
  • ❝ your first bed as a free man. enjoy it. ❞
  • ❝ an assault on you is an insult to me. don’t think because i didn’t lose my temper i am not angry, or am lacking a plan. ❞
  • ❝ i didn’t mean to wake you. ❞
  • ❝ they told me you died. ❞
  • ❝ you were just having a bad dream. ❞
  • ❝ you going to miss it ?
  • ❝ too many people tell each other not to repress their emotions, to release their feelings, to let the pain go. there’s a lot to be said for bottling up emotions. ❞
  • ❝ what i say has got to be said, so i want you to consider my words very carefully. ❞
  • ❝ say it. ❞
  • ❝ you are only obligated to feel bad about that for so long. ❞
  • ❝ let there be beauty where there can be. ❞
  • ❝ plan is, we will be meeting with a number of people preeminent in their respective fields, and then we will rendezvous in one of the most important places in the country. ❞
  • ❝ i don’t like dropping in on friends empty handed. ❞
  • ❝ you can’t look out for yourself, how the hell are you gonna look out for me ?
  • ❝ not so fast. we need to talk, [] . ❞
  • ❝ funny how things supposed to make you look good only make it worse. ❞
  • ❝ the fuck is this ?
  • ❝ i’m all sorts, [] .❞
  • ❝ i’m the one they sacrifice to. then till now. ❞
  • ❝ time and attention. better than lamb’s blood. ❞
  • ❝ i hate that. i hate that they were hurting you, [] . i would never do that to you. ❞
  • ❝ i want you in my camp with us. ❞
  • ❝ look at it like this: we’re the coming thing. we are already here. ❞
  • ❝ i was impressed with how you dealt with him/her/them. ❞
  • ❝ who’d have thought you had it in you ?
  • ❝ he/she/they were underestimating you. they all are. not a mistake i’ll make. ❞
  • ❝ i can give you so much more. you name it, honey. what do you need ?
  • ❝ don’t fight gravity, [ ] . i’ve been at this a while. ❞
  • ❝ i’m trying to help you. ❞
  • ❝ keep your neck out of the belt. ❞
  • ❝ that went as well as can be expected. ❞
  • ❝ i think i’m losing my mind. ❞
  • ❝ oh, like the rest of your life is sane. ❞
  • ❝ at times, the universe does seem to have singled you out for unique abuse. in these moments you have to ask yourself, would i rather be ignored ?
  • ❝ always better dead than forgotten, and no one is ever going to forget you. ❞
  • ❝ it’s a sudden onset of strange. fair cause for consternation, unless strange is a new language and what we’re doing here is vocabulary building. ❞
  • ❝ you may have to consider that you didn’t see what you saw, or you did. the world is either crazy or you are. they’re both solid options. take your pick. ❞
  • ❝ when you decide, come and tell me. but don’t rush into it. take your time. difficult decision. ❞
  • ❝ there are bigger sacrifices one might be asked to make than going a little mad. ❞
  • ❝ you wanna know the secret of my success ? the secret is charm. ❞
  • ❝ i only come when matters are vital, as they are now. ❞
  • ❝ god, you are gorgeous. you have not aged. ❞
  • ❝ the truth is not what people want to hear. ❞
  • ❝ prettiest woman, prettiest lies. ❞
  • ❝ black as night, sweet as sin. you take coffee, then i read your future. ❞
  • ❝ he does not know our world. ❞
  • ❝ i’m easing him in. ❞
  • ❝ you are the worst man i have ever seen. ❞
  • ❝ nice to see you, old friend. i brought a gift. ❞
  • ❝ i come here only to share bread and information. what you do with the latter is entirely up to you. ❞
  • ❝ i’d be happy to help. ❞
  • ❝ oh, he is nobody’s husband, and i am nobody’s wife. ❞
  • ❝ family is who you survive with when you need to survive, even if you do not like them. ❞
  • ❝ i am not a good cook. when i was younger there were servants to make meals. here there are no servants; there’s only us. ❞
  • ❝ learning is beneath me. ❞
  • ❝ i thought you were supposed to read tea leaves ?
  • ❝ that bad, huh ? any good news ?
  • ❝ you brought that madness into my life once. never again. ❞
  • ❝ you know me. you know what these hands have done. ❞
  • ❝ you don’t want me, you want [] , and he’s/she’s/they’re not here. ❞
  • ❝ it will be glorious, win or lose. ❞
  • ❝ i am tired of glorious. ❞
  • ❝ everyone thought he/she/they must be the good one. so i became me. ❞
  • ❝ time passes. now i am gray. ❞
  • ❝ i think in the old country i am forgotten, and here, i am like a bad memory. ❞
  • ❝ i know the killing. ❞
  • ❝ to give a good death is art. ❞
  • ❝ every man’s an equal. ❞
  • ❝ is good ?
  • ❝ first blood is mine. so you’ve lost. game is done. ❞
  • ❝ i just started. ❞
  • ❝ ten thousand deaths made right here. ❞
  • ❝ it’s your move. ❞
  • ❝ he’ll take that shot. no joke, no boast, no half-measures. how good are you ?
  • ❝ it’s your decision. ❞
  • ❝ when my voice breaks on this song, remember old love gone. ❞
Break a Little - Part Three

Summary: Dean’s secret is out. You are bitter and angry as Sam tries to protect his big brother from you

SERIES MASTERLIST

Jill’s Masterlist

Characters: Alpha!Reader, Beta!Sam, Omega!Dean

Pairings: Alpha!Reader x Omega!Dean

Word Count: 1600

Warnings: language, fighting, self hate, a/b/o dynamics, no smut yet but there will be some eventually ;)

A/N: This is my first A/B/O series and I would love any feedback. I took some creative leeway on some of this. A special thanks to @sofreddie for being so amazingly supportive.

Also the Song I half based this on (LINK HERE) is a must listen. I don’t know, it just gives me angsty feels

“You’re an omega.” You can’t believe it. It isn’t processing completely as he pushes against your arm, trying to get out of your grip but you refuse to let go.

“You’re not sick,” you mumble, feeling like you are in some trance as your eyes wander over his face, “you’re in heat.”

Hands grab you from behind, locking yours behind your back, pulling you away, “Dean! Get out of here!” Sam shouts, restraining you.

Dean doesn’t move, just keeps staring at you.

“Dean! Go!” Sam yells again, harder this time and Dean jogs away reluctantly. You start fighting against Sam’s grip, finally getting your wits about you.

“Let go of me!” You growl, squirming against him, “Let fucking go.”

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i get artists who feel sympathetic towards the crewniverse, but i mean…..as an artist (or more accurately, a writer), there is a HUGE difference between fanwork/casual work and what the crewniverse does.

they went to college. they work in a professional environment. theyre getting paid an actual salary for this. this isnt commission work or shitting around on tegaki or building a portfolio. this is a PROFESSIONAL JOB that they are being PAID FOR and they are not only putting in minimal effort, but it looks awful too. if this was someones freetime work or fucking deviantart account, i dont think anyone wold really care to criticize them. (at least, not like this.)

but these are people who paid money to go to college. they went through extensive training on shit like color theory, animation, character design, script writing, etc etc…

and theyre giving us garbage and getting mad when we point out that what they gave us was, in fact, garbage.

like, you guys DO know that this kind of criticism we’re doing is ENCOURAGED in college classes, right? this is how you LEARN, both the artist and criticizer. this is how its done. this is why film critics, book critics, shit like that EXIST. (among other reasons but i digress.)

im sorry if i seem rude, its just hard for me to pity a bunch of grown adults in their late 20s-30s whove been doing this for YEARS when they get upset that someone is criticizing them, and even more so when they DONT LISTEN.

these are adults. grown ass adults who dont need you to coddle them and hold their hands through their art process. grown ass adults who WORK in a PROFESSIONAL FIELD in a REAL BUSINESS thats not only very cutthroat, but not exactly lucrative or stable.

if they cant make the cut, and they refuse to take advice to try and better their work, theyre gonna fail. im sure we’ve all seen those dropping ratings?

its not rocket science, folks. the truth isnt always gonna be sugar-coated. its either suck it up or fall down and out.

distraction | osh [m]

Originally posted by fy-sexo-exo

oh sehun. reader-insert. 3,5k words. roommate!au. smut.

—sometimes you really need a distraction from college life, how lucky that sehun needs one, too

“Do me a favor, pick me up, take me out later / Are you down to be a distraction, baby?” —Kehlani, Distraction

requested by @sassyunicorns2 for the drabble game (although this one turned out to become a scenario ;;; the song is great btw!)

“I’ll make it quick—” you breathed out as you broke the kiss, supporting your weight on Sehun’s shoulders, “Unconventional sex, no feelings, no obligations. Are you in or not?” you shoot the question quickly, gazing into his lecherously dark eyes. 

“Babe, you could put all sorts of conditions. Right now I need you to take off your clothes and that quickly,” he spoke in between his panting, running his hands up your back, over to your neck to pull you down for another kiss. 


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The Party Part 3 (Reggie x Reader)

Part 1  Part 2

A/N: The long awaited part three. Sorry it took so long to put up.

 “Here put this on your jaw” You told Reggie as you handed him a bag of frozen peas from your freezer. There was a nasty purple bruise starting to form from where Archie had hit him hours before. That wasn’t all as his eye was starting to swell shut also.

“Are you serious?” Reggie asked bewildered.

“You’re a football player, are you telling me that you never had to put something frozen on you before?” You huffed. Reggie shook his head and grumbled something under his breath and placed the peas on his jaw but not for long as he hissed the minute it touched.

“Reg, I know it’s hurts but if you want the swelling to go down you’ll handle the pain”

“Whatever” He placed it back on his jaw and laid back on his bed, closing his eyes or his eye to forget the pain.

“What happened anyway?” You asked after a moment of silence,  fingers running through his hair.

“A fight”

“I know that smart one but why? How did you guys start fighting in the first place? Was it about me?”

“Obviously babe, no offensive. I umm..  I was the one who started it”

“You what?” You asked shocked, you knew Reggie was a shit starter but you didn’t think he would of done it with your brother knowing what had went down.

“I’m sorry you know but I couldn’t let it go on any longer. I can’t stand to see you so upset and this fight between you guys was killing you. You can’t tell me it wasn’t because I know it was.” You let out a breath you didn’t know that you were holding. He had done it for you but it didn’t make it any better. “I knew how to push Archies buttons so I did. Don’t punish him for this, just me” You shook your head at Reggie and let a smile come across your face.

“I’m not happy about this but honestly what did you say?” Reggie sighed before he answered

“The boys were talking crap. I didn’t understand at the time but Jughead did so when he teased me I got pissed. Archie could tell and try to stop but I led them on, saying things about how good  you’re in bed. I knew he would fight me then. Who would want someone talking about their sister that way.”

“You’re idiot sometimes you know that right?”

“Yeah the pain proves it”

“It’s the thought that counts babe so thank you for that. No matter what you said about me I still love you”

“I love you too but you really need to talk to Andrews. I’ll be fine so go on” Reggie said trying to push you off the bed.

“Are you sure?” You asked getting to your feet, and fixing your wrinkled dress.

“Yes go” You gave Reggie a kiss on his cheek before you headed out on your walk back home. This would give you some time to think everything over in your head before you met with reality.

 “I’m home” You shouted as you walked into your house. It’s been days since you been here and it felt nice.

“About time” You looked up to see where the sound came from and saw Archie standing in the kitchen, icing his hand.

“You got a mean punch” You said jokily trying to break this uncomfortable mood.

“Serious? You’re going to make jokes” Archie just shook his head and try to push his way out of the kitchen but you blocked the way.

“I just want you to lighten up”

“Me really? Nice going sis” He passed you and headed for the stairs.

“Please I just want to talk” Archie turned to face you again, his face was clearly showing anger.

“What could you possibly have to say to me? That you hooked up with the one person I can’t stand or is it that YOU LOVE HIM? Please if you want to talk just do it already because we both know you’re mad at me.”

“Seems like it’s just you mad at me” You let out and Archie just rolled his eyes, not really knowing what to do. “I’m not mad at you. I know why you guys were fighting”

“Reggie?” You nodded.

“He told me he started it because he couldn’t stand to see us fight anymore. I’m sorry Arch I really am. I never meant for any of this to happened. It was supposed to be a one time thing that came from too much alcohol but it turned more” It was true Reggie and you had hooked up at Cheryl party over the summer and from there it turned into love. Hook ups at parties turned into late nights at Pop’s and sitting down by the river telling each others, your guys hopes and dreams. It was never suppose to be anything more but you found something you didn’t want to let go of.

“I love him Arch and nothing is going to change that. Not you, not dad, not anyone. I’m not going to wish for anyone else because he’s all I need and I’m not sorry for that.” Archie stare at you but not with wide eyes just his normal look. He was speechless from everything you had said. The look in your eyes as you talked about Reggie made him feel sorrow and guilt from all of the events that had happened lately. He didn’t like it but at the end of the day he wanted his sister by his side even if it meant dealing with the one person he couldn’t stand.

“Forgive me?”  You begged with tears forming in your eyes from your anxiety.

“Only if you forgive me” Archie said with a smile on his face and he held out his hand that wasn’t injury. You took it and hugged him tightly.

“Were even then”

“We are”

“So ummm Pizza?”  You asked

“If you’re paying” You were already in the kitchen getting the phone when Archie spoke up

“Maybe you could invited Reggie?” He said with a shugg.

“Probably wouldn’t be able to see to get here.” Archie laughed at your respond

“Yeah I guess I hit him a little too hard”

“Just a little” You knew then that everything was going to be okay in the Andrews household even when Mantle came around.

matt holt theory #4

matt has killed people. this kid had a bounty on him. a bounty high enough for people to search for him. this bitch has Seen Shit. this bitch has Done Shit. this bitch is Matt Holt. that staff? his fav murder weapon.

Handyman: Part 4

Handyman: Part 4 (m)

Word count: 5.1k

Genre/Warnings: smut, angst, language, cum play, role play and pegging

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Summary: You’re trying to figure out what you want but you’re more interested in what Jimin wants and you’ve never felt that way before.

Sadly, I think there will be only one more chapter of this. I have a lot of new things I want to work on and this one just seems like a good one to come to an end to.

Parts:  one | two | three 

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yoongi; i will still love you tomorrow

❝as long as you don’t give up on yoongi, he won’t give up on you.
►1832 words // scenario
ⓒ scan credit

Yoongi finds himself waking up to the noises in bed than the ones outside of the apartment. The night hasn’t even had the chance to die out yet, still basking in the sky with darkness and it makes the moon glow twice as bright with the stars scattered like glitter for such a beautiful masterpiece but… Yoongi can’t appreciate that now.

He turns his head to his side, cheek pressed to the pillow as his eyes stare at the back of your head. His thoughts are formulating past the haze of coming to wake, blinking past sleepiness and pushing down his needs of catching up on rest to focus on how you refuse to look at him. Remaining unmoving and with staggered breathing, Yoongi uses his voice and calls out for you. It sounds weird, almost foreign because he would’ve never expected to speak at this hour but with the blaring numbers of 3:21 blinking by the side, it’s a reminder he’s awake and yes, his mouth works.

Your name is being dissolved into the air and rattling gently against your eardrums. From one call after another, growing louder in desperation and falling pin drop quiet in the next, it makes your body flinch when cold fingertips slide underneath your nightshirt and over your hipbones. 

“I know you’re awake,”

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Celebrate Good Times

You woke up to the constant dings and dongs your house was making. You buried yourself in your bed sheet hoping that whoever was at the door would grow tired of not being answered and would whoosh itself away. Sadly, whoever was ringing your door was too diligent at it and you found yourself stomping towards the door in your nighties.

“Stop! I’m coming already. Sheesh.” You mumble as you sleepily tried to find where your door was.

You checked your monitor and saw a delivery guy holding a bouquet of sunflowers. You squeaked and pried the door open. You signed the delivery form and took the flowers from the guy and said thanks. You were about to close your door when he stopped it from shutting.

“Wait. Don’t you want the others?” he asked.

“What others?” you asked him suspiciously.

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How Magnus deals with the Clave
  • Magnus: You know what? You guys are impossible. I'm done dealing with your shit. Bye. *Slams the door on his way out*
  • Magnus *Slamming the door right back open a couple of years later*: aND ANOTHER THING-