they killed him a year ago

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I HATE Facebook right now. A load of ignorant people commenting on Charles Manson media posts thinking he actually killed people. “it costed the taxpayer billions, why not kill him years ago” first of all Janet, you don’t even live in America 💀 second of all, the death penalty is not cheaper than life in prison. 😱.

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Kaneki and Hide reunite and Hide confesses his feelings for him (like he did in Chpt 148). But since Kaneki is married with a child on the way, he also says he is ready to let Kaneki go and be happy even if he can't have him. In comes our queen, Touka, who introduces them to the idea of polyamory ;)

“Why would you go this far? I took your mouth,” Kaneki whispers. He’ll never hear Hide’s laugh again.

Hide rolls his eyes “Kaneki, half an hour ago you thought you’d never hear me again because you’d killed me. Isn’t this infinitely better?”

“I…suppose.”

“Anyhow, I love you. Kaneki, I’ve loved you for years.” Hide looks at the ground. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before. It took me…well, until you vanished to realize.”

“Hide.” Kaneki blinks back tears. “I love you, too.”

He takes Hide’s cheeks in his. “But I can’t be with you. I’m with Touka. We’re having a baby.”

“Do you love her?” Hide asks, desperately. 

“Yes.”

“Good.” Hide breathes a sigh of relief. He can handle heartbreak if Kaneki is happy.

“Hold up, you two.” Touka stomps over. “Go ahead and kiss him, Ken.”

“Huh?” Kaneki sputters.

“Polyamory is a thing, you know.” Touka flutters her lashes at both men. 

Hide feels impressively attracted to her. “Uh.”

Kaneki tackles his missing mouth in a kiss, and Touka kisses both of their cheeks. 

“Welcome to the family. I’ll leave a bite mark not on your face for marriage,” Touka whispers in Hide’s ear. 

He laughs, and even Kaneki has to chuckle. 

He feels so happy, surrounded by and married to his best friends. 

taz characters as comments from a reddit thread about drunk people @ parties

Taako: “Someone went through the house and stole every lightbulb in the house. The owner was passed out at this point. The person was dedicated, even took the bulb from the fridge”

Lup: “A guy kept feeding the bathtub fire until the tv ten feet away melted”

Barry: “My friend has a recording of me sulking over a girl years ago and I said, ‘I’m gonna kill myself in half’”

Merle: “We found our friend (who we had lost earlier) at Denny’s, at 4 in the morning, in a prayer circle with some random family”

Magnus: “A friend of mine was extremely drunk and saw this guy walking his dog. My friend started petting the dog and when the owner asked him to stop he started petting the man instead.”

Davenport: “The host got belligerently drunk, forgot who he’d shook hands with/talked to, and spent the rest of the night making rounds shaking everyone’s hand at least half a dozen times before passing out.”

Lucretia: “After last call, she asked if we were still open. When I told her no, she thanked me for my service and my kindness. When I turned my back, she grabbed a half empty bottle of champagne an earlier customer had left and poured herself a large to-go cup of champagne and walked out. ”

Carey: “Someone stole my friends front door, just ripped if off the hinges and ran down the street”

Killian: “I broke 3 glasses within an hour of each other. Kind of wasn’t my fault but still got forced to drink of a plastic cup for the rest of the night.”

Angus: “Idk I’m 12”

During his move to Washington, DC, Stiles made a number of realizations about life, the most prominent of which was that it was amazing what kind of hobbies a guy could pick up when his days weren’t packed full of running for his life from various supernatural horrors. Like trivia nights, for example. Stiles had a regular team and the entire bar groaned when they walked in because they knew they were about to get creamed.

Or the tabletop gaming club he joined, where everyone was just as competitive as he was, and punches had been thrown on more than one occasion.

Or like, Stiles jogged now.

Through the National Mall.

Like Captain America or some shit.

And with these hobbies came a sort of routine, and though most were on hold during the summer when his trivia team and gaming rivals were back home, the running stuck. It was calming and got his mind off things, gave him a chance to think about any papers he had to write, or de-stress about his FBI internship when it got a little hectic.

It was a good routine.

So every Saturday morning, Stiles got up a little earlier so he could get in his longer route, and left his dorm for his jog through the National Mall. On Saturdays, he took the path that went through the war memorials, down into West Potomac Park, and over to the Jefferson Memorial. It was his favorite place to take a breather because that early in the morning, there were rarely any tourists, and other joggers left him alone. It was nice and private, with a great view of the city across the water.

Stiles leaned back against the front steps and glanced around him casually, making sure there was no one too close before pulling out his little burner flip phone.

He had an old school drug dealer flip phone. His dad would be so proud.

There was only one number the phone ever called, so there was no need to save it under a name.

He waited for a few minutes, biding his time until the clock hit 7:15am, and then he called that number.

On the third ring, Derek picked up.

“Morning, sunshine!” Stiles greeted, already wide awake from his jog. Derek grunted back. He must’ve had a late night at the bar. “Any leads?”

Derek yawned loudly. “Still no werewolves with triskele tattoos, still wanted for murder.”

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CASTIEL AND HIS SACRED OATH - 12x10, 12x12, 12x23

This scene here. This split second glance is so so important. I don’t know why people aren’t talking about it (I couldn’t even find any gifs of it and had to take pictures coz I’m computerly incompitent). But I wanted to give my own analytical response to this millisecond glance, because I think it demonstrates properly why Cas has never done anything about his feelings for Dean. 

First, some context from my behalf: I always assumed Cas had never admitted his love for Dean for one of two reasons, 1) he was an angel, therefore not quite understanding his feelings himself - perhaps confusing them with familial love, Dean style. Or 2) he was afraid his love may not be reciprocated. But after watching 12x10, 12x12 and 12x23, I can thoroughly rule out reason 1. 

Now, I’ll be talking a lot about 12x10 as that ENTIRE EPISODE and THIS LOOK are so closely correlated. 

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I had a dream where I was watching an alternate version of the movie Moana.

Moana’s island was a more advanced civilization and had ancient looking towers on it. People were still not allowed to leave, but Moana’s dad was a much more tyrannical leader who would punish those who attempted. He was the only one with the ability to sail, because he could control a magical manta ray he enslaved to be the engine of his ship.

Moana was curious about stuff, and wanted to explore some of the ancient ruins on her island and the outside world, especially the top floor of the tallest tower, the one she wasn’t allowed to visit.

One day, an explorer from another island appeared, and she kept him hidden and safe from her dad, knowing he would kill him or force him back into the sea. The explorer convinced Moana to come with him to explore the tower. They go through the different floors, discovering secrets and avoiding traps, until they reach the top floor.

There they discover Maui, who was trapped there for a thousand years. Maui attempted to leave the island a thousand years ago along with a bunch of kids, but was captured by Moana’s ancestor. Since he was a Demigod, and couldn’t be killed, Moana’s ancestor opted to trap him at the top of the tower along with all the kids.

A thousand years later, he is still there, helping raise the descendants of the kids who were trapped there with him, who developed a small society. The explorer wants to help free Maui and the people who live at the top of the tower, but Moana is afraid of her dad. Maui sings a song to her to help convince her to stand up to him.

And that’s where the dream ended.

Be happy, Feyre
—  Tamlin, who had ALL the reasons to say no, to leave Rhys dead because then he could have a chance at having Feyre again; who used to be Rhys’ best friend, lost him, became his sworn enemy for hundreds of years. Tamlin, who lost everything, who lost Feyre to Rhys, who lost his happy ending; who up until a few chapters ago wanted Feyre to suffer for everything she’d done to him…giving it all back because he realized how wrong he was and that he still loved Feyre. He who is probably seeing himself, heartbroken and desperate and on his knees over her dead body after Amarantha has killed her and he so desperately loves her and wants her back, who understands what it’s like. And finally… he finally realized that if he couldn’t have her, then the least he could have was her to be happy, even if it couldn’t be with her.
Angel in the Darkness (M) pt.7

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)

Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au

A/N:This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (masturbating, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use……(alot of smut comes in later) This is a mature read! You have been warned!

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8



The air conditioning caused the dimly lit room to be abnormally cold, as Jin slightly shivered. He was sitting with his hands forming fists, while his father gave him a stern look.

He didn’t want to be here, that was for sure. He knew his father must have started to become suspicious of him, since it was taking an unusually long time for him to locate Jungkook and you. So when he got another message that his father wanted to see him – he couldn’t stop shaking.

What was he supposed to say? He couldn’t keep lying and give his father the same answer of ‘they are close.’ No, that definitely wouldn’t work this time, as he could tell with the look his father currently gave him.

“Son,” his father spoke with a grim voice. “How stupid do you think I am?”

Even though Jin was nervous, he managed to pull off his infamous poker face as he replied, “What ever do you mean?”

“Save your lies for someone else Jin,” the greying man mocked. “You may be able to fool others, but certainly not me. Now tell me where they are. Now.”

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Why the Types Will Die Alone

ISTJ: You were somehow roped into a relationship once but ended that nonsense right quick once you realized they wanted to talk about their feelings. You live a lonesome, tranquil life by the river now, whittling calculators and stock portfolios from driftwood. They are your only friends. 

ESTJ: You had a great life, perfect partner, and tons of friends for many years. Then everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked. Jk, your best friend and the rest of the Senate stabbed you repeatedly in the back and you bled out alone on the floor. “Et tu, Brute?” were your final woe-begotten words you tyrannical dictator, you. 

ENFJ: Your partner got sick of trying to decrypt your real feelings about everything every other second. It’s okay though, you still had a pretty fulfilling life never saying no to any person’s request. You eventually died when your body spontaneously combusted from the stress of trying to make everybody happy. 

INFJ: You tried to act ethereal and distant for so long that nobody wanted to put in the effort to get to know you, Star Man. Except for Linda. But once she saw that all of your “deep, mystical” thoughts were actually just crippling anxiety about people’s approval of you, she jumped that ship pretty quickly. 

ESTP: You took all of your friends skydiving and pushed all their scared, pansy asses out of the plane as a practical joke. You turned around and saw the parachutes they were supposed to be wearing still hanging on the wall, but you didn’t think much of it. Anyways, you convinced the pilot to do a sick flip between some buildings and died in a fiery explosion, just like that old, Romanian woman said you would. 

ISTP: You were too busy being the douchey frat boy bully trope in every teen movie that you forgot to make friends. As you lay dying in a pile of cigarettes and empty liquor bottles, you smile, believing wholeheartedly that Fonzie would have been proud of you. He wouldn’t. 

ISFJ: You were baking a casserole but got distracted by youtube tutorials on how to make friends and burned your house down with you in it. You could’ve escaped, but…there’s people outside…so like, screw that, y'know? 

ESFJ: Your son got so tired of you telling him how to live his life and inserting yourself into his romantic life that he snapped at the “Please Date My Son” mixer you threw for him and came at you with that expensive bottle of Chardonnay you got for yourself while you scrutinized all of the potential daughter-in-laws. None of the girls came to your rescue, as they had recently learned that you’d been gossiping about every single one of them since you’d met them. Let’s be real though, you always knew patricide was the only way you’d go out. 

INFP: You drowned your first partner in the bathtub that you filled with your own tears because they had a weird inflection in the way they said hi to you that one time in August 2011 and you never really got over that. All of your friends got so exhausted trying to console you that when you got trapped in ISFJ’s burning house while helping them make the casserole, they all just assumed your bitter passive-aggressive inferences to the fire’s failure to be a good friend would save you. They did not. 

ENFP: You couldn’t stand the idea of being normal, so you moved to eastern Europe to be different and start a charity or something, you’ll figure out the details later it’s whatever, but you forgot to mention it to, like, all of your friends. Also, you forgot your passport. And your keys. Also, you left the stove on. 

ISFP: Everybody got tired of you staring languidly at the rain so they left you. Like, we get it, you’re deep and thoughtful. Also, they couldn’t stand that you were still into SuperWhoLock, like, that stopped being popular 6 years ago, please move on. Anyways, your pet horse gets so tired of you talking to him about your feelings that he kicks you in the chest, killing you instantly. 

ESFP: You told all your friends you were too busy for them and couldn’t commit to the friendship and floated to some neon rave party and thought trying ecstasy would be a fun experience. You tried proving you were a badass to the bouncer and took like seven and pretty much died on the spot ‘cause your pansy ass would barely have been able to handle one. 

ENTP: You pitted all of your friends against each other to see what would happen for like, the twelfth time, so they all turned on you and forced you to work an isolated office job. They watched through a two-way mirror as you went insane and chewed off your own fingers. They felt that justice was thoroughly served and so do I. 

INTP: You emerged from your garage after weeks of isolation to find that everybody is gone, as they went to the Florida Keys for vacation, but didn’t invite you because they thought you were too busy working on your project that has no real world value. Instead, you assume it’s the zombie apocalypse and retreat back into your garage indefinitely. You die when the roof collapses on you while you’re eating Flaming Hot Cheetos. 

ENTJ: Your coup fails because none of your friends liked the way you kept bossing them around and the government publicly executes you for high treason. In your last moments, you feel a strange sense of camaraderie with ESTJ’s fate, but it doesn’t last long because you could have done waaaaay better than them if you were in that situation. 

INTJ: You’re too proud to admit that you feel things on occasion and shove them all down until the emotions rot away your insides and you eventually have an ulcer, a stroke, and a heart attack all at once in a GameStop parking lot and die, wishing you could have told just one more person why they were wrong about something.

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.

What's the worst thing a man has ever told you in an attempt to hit on you?

My boyfriend was killed in a car wreck by a drunk driver one year ago. He had to be cremated. I am in college, and at the time I was walking across campus when his mother texted me that the cremation had been done. I fell to the ground in tears. A guy came up to me, picked me up off the ground and hugged me. I just cried into his shoulder and told him what had just happened, saying something like “my boyfriend died..”. He said “well, do you want a new one?”

Summary of the chapter

Source - u/et_exspecto

  • Annie secretly follows Kenny to get more information about the King, but gets caught.
  • Reiner & co are in a lull, so Reiner suggests destroying wall Rose. The plan is to escape from the training corps as the chaos ensues and go to the capital to directly attack the King.
  • Annie points out that the plan would kill most of Reiner and Bertolt’s “friends”. She is disgusted with Reiner who says that gaining trust of the trainees is part of the show.
  • In Eren who struggled with his gear Reiner sees himself five years ago and encourages Eren that he will be able to eliminate all titans one day.
  • Back to the current timeline, Reiner is struggling from a sort of PTSD from all these memories and attempts to commit suicide.
  • But he hears Falco who despairs from not being able to gain the Armored at this rate. Reiner realizes there is some job for him to do.

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A very long time ago @jennthereaper and @simplyn2deep both sent me this prompt, and I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long, but the other day I was finally inspired to take a stab at it. I hope you enjoy!

From The Way You Said “I Love You” 

#26 Broken, as you clutch the sleeve of my jacket and beg me not to leave

Please, Derek, please, I–“ Stiles chokes back the beginnings of tears and clutches harder at the sleeve of Derek’s jacket. He’s on his knees, having tripped in his scramble to get to Derek from the other side of the loft. “I love you, okay? And I’m sorry I didn’t say it before, I’ve been a coward about this whole thing, but I love you. And I know you love me too. I know you do, and I need you not to leave like this, fuck, Derek, please don’t do this.”

Derek stares down at him for a long time, heart clenched in his throat.

And then he looks up at where the other Stiles is pursing his lips in a hard frown as he watches the scene.

“It isn’t real?” Derek asks for the hundredth time since the other Stiles, the real Stiles, showed up in this apparent dreamscape.

Stiles shakes his head stiffly.

The Stiles on the floor is still pleading with him around tears, but the noises of his despair are starting to fade, as if Derek were now hearing him from a distance. Even his heartbeat, a sound that Derek has been clinging to as an anchor for what feels like forever, begins to disappear.

Derek swallows and steels himself against feeling anything more than determination to get through this newest mess.

“What now?” he asks, tone clinical and firm.

Stiles answers him in a similar tone, his expression betraying nothing about what’s going on in his own head. A far cry from the Stiles that Derek first met a couple years ago, terrified and mouthy and young. “Now you wake up.”

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Let’s Talk About Qrow Branwen.

Huntsman. Uncle. Twin. And a self-titled “bad luck charm.”

I have so many feels over Qrow fucking Branwen.

Qrow’s semblance, revealed in Volume 4, is “bad luck.” Here’s what the RWBY Wiki has to say.

“Qrow’s Semblance brings misfortune wherever he goes, and unlike most Semblances, his is always active and uncontrollable. This leads to incidents as small as a glass being knocked onto the floor in “New Challengers” or as significant as a blocked attack chopping off the corner of a building in “Punished”. His Semblance can come to his advantage in a fight, such when Tyrian Callows falls through an old roof. His Semblance does not discriminate on who it affects, which causes him to keep his distance from the people he cares about.”

Qrow freaking Branwen.

Can you even begin to imagine what kind of hell this man must live each day?

No, you really can’t. You really, really can’t.

You probably think, “Yeah, it would suck to have constant bad luck.”

Allow me to elaborate for you.

Imagine a young Qrow, perhaps part of a happy family, crying because his sister, Raven, tripped and hurt herself while they were playing. In the weeks following, Raven is more careful when she’s playing.

Imagine a slightly older Qrow, now in school, watching his close friends get into freak accidents and sustain random injuries. His friends are in the hospital or kept home, healing, more and more often.

Imagine tween Qrow, hearing that close family members are passing away suddenly and unexpectedly. His relatives don’t visit much, they’re all grieving.

Imagine teen Qrow, finding out that his first girlfriend was in an accident and is now on life support. When Qrow goes to visit, her life support shuts down and the doctors are too late.

Imagine 17-year-old Qrow, starting his life as a Hunter at Beacon. During the relic retrieval in the forest, he makes eye contact with Raven, just as a Grimm attacks. Qrow wheels Raven onto the stage in a wheelchair when Ozpin announces Team STRQ.

Imagine Qrow, now on Team STRQ, grow more and more reserved as his teammates experience troubling accidents and strange injuries. They ask Qrow what’s wrong. He says he’s fine. He starts wondering if he’s the one causing the accidents and injuries.

Imagine Qrow, doing research with Raven, having recently discovered their ability to transform into their respective bird namesake. Qrow learns that his bird form, a crow, is a symbol of bad luck. Something begins to grow in the back of his mind as the WiFI goes out and many students doing last minute homework are unable to finish. Instead of celebrating finding his supposed semblance, Qrow is lost in dark thought.

Imagine 20-year-old Qrow, graduated from Beacon, watching Taiyang and Raven date, and seeing the small accidents that endanger their relationship whenever he hangs out with them for too long. Qrow refuses to date. Summer wants to help her teammate. Qrow say’s everything’s fine. Depression begins to set in.

Imagine Qrow, beside Taiyang, each holding one of Raven’s hands as she goes into labor in the hospital. Nearly 18 hours later, Yang is born, and Raven is in a very dangerous condition. The doctors say they’ve never seen such a healthy pregnancy go so wrong at the very end. Qrow, with his new title of Uncle, excuses himself, and goes to the nearest bar.

Imagine Qrow, tears in his eyes, as Taiyang and Raven and Summer have the biggest fight in the history of Team STRQ’s fights. Yang plays with Qrow in the living room, calling him “Uncle.” The fight is broken up by Yang screaming in pain. Qrow doesn’t know how the TV fell, but the weight in his heart tells him that it was his fault. Raven and Taiyang make sure their daughter is alright while Summer tries to speak to Qrow as he makes an excuse to leave. He ends up at another bar. The bartender is starting to recognize him.

Imagine Qrow, hiding the scent of alcohol on his breath watching TV with Team STRQ and little Yang. He sits apart from them, and the weight in his heart grows when the news report. The local bar burned to the ground, most of the employees still inside. Qrow’s depression and want for a drink only grow.

Imagine Qrow, biting back tears as the fight from a few months ago comes to a front and ends with Raven walking out, Taiyang heartbroken, Summer in tears, and Qrow trying to comfort Yang while touching her as little as possible. All of them think that it’s their fault that Raven left, but Qrow knows the true blame resides with him.

Imagine Qrow, now without his twin and best friend. Summer and Taiyang find out about his growing reliance on alcohol, and they do their best to help him. He finally tells someone what he’s been feeling for so many years. He’s a bringer of bad luck. Summer and Tai are trying to reassure him as the power goes out, and Yang cries for hours. Qrow wishes for a drink and answers.

Imagine Qrow, as he goes on long hunting trips, and on one return discovers Taiyang and Summer have begun a relationship. He hesitantly agrees to be the best man at the wedding. Raven doesn’t show up, despite Summer reaching out to ask her to be the maid of honour. Several small mishaps occur at the wedding, but Qrow makes it through without a single drop of alcohol. Maybe, just maybe, things are looking up. Maybe the hunting helps.

Imagine Qrow, hunting more and more, rushing back when he hears the news. He arrives a few minutes after Ruby Rose is born, beaming as he hears the pregnancy was quick and easy. No repeats of last time. Yang holds Ruby, already strong enough, and asks with wide lilac eyes if “Uncle Qrow” wants a turn. He can’t refuse, and takes the small bundle, wrapped in a red blanket. Qrow feels the weight in his heart, knows he should hand Ruby off before anything happens, but he doesn’t want to let the little bundle go. In several nearby rooms, doctors rush to save patients who are flatlining for no reason.

Imagine Qrow, uncle of two beautiful girls, turning down babysitting in favor of hunting. He notices a pattern as he kills Grimm after Grimm after Grimm. He finds them fighting each other, already wounded, and sleeping. During fights, Grimm stumble on thin air, wound fellow beasts, miss openings for attacks. Qrow uses his bird form more and more, but the question of his semblance hangs in the balance. Where does the bad luck come from, and why? When there’s no Grimm around to fight and Qrow is alone, the weather is always terrible.

Imagine Qrow, unable to do anything but drink after Summer dies. Taiyang would join him, but his two girls need him. Ruby and Yang ask for their uncle, but Qrow doesn’t want to be around anyone he cares about. It’s too risky. A car accident kills several people outside the bar. Qrow drinks into oblivion.

Imagine Qrow, still ridden with grief, helping Tai bury Summer. Raven doesn’t show up. Yang gets expelled from school for fighting. Ruby gets bullied after Yang is gone. Qrow drinks. Tai tries to cope. The bad luck continues.

Imagine Qrow, finally cracking under so much pressure. He goes to talk to Ozpin at Beacon, something Summer suggested several years ago. Ozpin has answers. Qrow’s semblance isn’t his bird form. Ozpin calls him “a strange case.” His semblance is always active, and it cannot be controlled. Qrow breaks down right there in Ozpin’s office. Ozpin offers to help, staring down at the remains of his favourite coffee mug.

Imagine Qrow, struggling to stay sober, teaching his first class at Signal, thanks to Ozpin’s good word. He’s every student’s favourite teacher. His classes are practical and hands on, and the students are heavily independent, since Qrow distances himself from nearly everyone. It gets harder once Ruby joins Yang at signal. The accidents stay at a minimum. Qrow feels like maybe he’s figuring this out.

Imagine Qrow, helping Ruby put the finishing touches on Crescent Rose. Ruby has already cut and bruised herself several times during the construction, but Qrow fears Ruby’s adoration and idolization more than the injuries. He needs to distance himself. He helps Yang with her motorcycle once she gets her permit. He really needs to distance himself, but he enjoys spending time with the girls. Ruby goes to the hospital when a dust cartridge explodes in Crescent Rose and Yang ends up in the bed next to her after getting in an accident on her first spin. Qrow swears never to be so selfish again. They could have died. Everything was his fault. Depression and alcoholism return. He quits at Signal, to the dismay of everyone.

Imagine Qrow, putting all of his time into hunting, honing his skills. His semblance is uncontrollable. The Grimm, attracted by the stench of negative emotion rolling off of the single Huntsman, soon discover this. He hunts several species of Grimm to near extinction in parts of Remnant. Taiyang sends the occasional update. Qrows notices that everything seems to be going smoothly, and that gives him a dark sense of satisfaction.

Imagine Qrow, in very recent events, hearing a glass shatter after being knocked over, getting Winter Schnee caught acting out line, and playing video games that the girls lose, despite having more experience. Small things. Nothing too big. He’ll take off soon and the bad luck will fade.

Now, remember. Qrow, watching Ironwood deal with prosthetic malfunctions, hearing reports of Amber getting worse. Hearing the news that Yang is disqualified. That Penny Polendina is dead. Grimm are attacking. The Fall Maiden’s powers are in the hands of the enemy. Amber, Penny, and Pyrrha Nikos are dead. Ironwood’s army is destroyed. The Grimm dragon is awake, but quickly frozen by Ruby’s silver eye powers. Ruby is in a coma. Yang is dragged to safety, bleeding to death, missing an arm. Her teammate is also badly wounded. Qrow watches Team RWBY get torn apart as Weiss Schnee is taken home by her father, Taiyang arrives to take Ruby and Yang, and Blake runs away. Ozpin is dead.

Qrow drowning in the belief that everything was his fault.

Remember Qrow following Team RNJR, keeping several miles between them, the horrifying memories of everything so fresh. He knows he can keep Ruby safe from a distance. But Tyrian attacks, and he’s nearly too late. He’s not exempt from his semblance. Far from it. Wounded. Too close to Team RNJR for their own good. Having to take more of their innocence and carefree lives by explaining what was happening. The quiet shame he hides as he reveals his semblance, not meeting Ruby’s eyes for fear that she will see him as a monster. Poison setting in. Unable to protect Ruby and her friends. Unconscious, but still causing bad luck.

Understand Qrow. Despite the terrible things his bad luck does to those around him, the bad luck affects him worst of all. Because he knows. He knows that it’s his semblance, and he believes that it’s all his fault. And he can’t do anything to stop it.

Imagine Qrow fucking Branwen.

listen, we have to talk about this. two years ago, supernatural went so far out of their way for a no homo moment that they wasted 15 minutes of a FINALE in order to introduce a completely new and boring character simply to kill him off just so that dean wasn’t SOLELY upset about cas. 

last night, supernatural killed cas and then immediately “killed” mary and then the literal antichrist was born and yet dean was on his knees, incapacitated, totally lost, kneeling next to cas. the shot was framed to focus SOLELY on dean’s pain for his loss of cas. a lot happened all at once, but the thing that brought him to his knees was the death of his friend. 

setting aside all feelings about the potential that cas is permanently dead, i, for one, felt like that was an apology for the season 10 finale.  

anonymous asked:

Angry Dick Grayson headcanons?

-Canonically he’s fairly violent depending on the severity of the situation, as shown by the time he beat the Joker to death with his bare hands when he thought that he killed Tim

-He can either get really quiet and tense or really loud and destructive (there is no in-between)

-Sometimes when he’s disappointed in someone, he emulates some of Bruce’s habits, such as being extremely quiet and terrifying, which is really alarming considering how chatty he usually is. Whoever is the subject of his disapproval is quick to try and reconcile so as to avoid his wrath

-He definitely holds grudges and will not hesitate to pull out receipts from years ago that will without fail ruin whoever dares oppose him when he gets in a mood

-It’s startling to those who haven’t ever seen him angry to experience a snap because it’s such a shift in character but it’s still him; he’s still a human being who experiences anger, he isn’t always happy go lucky Dick Grayson who never feels negative emotions. He can be incredibly vindictive and spiteful if prompted in any way

A/N: Okay, you guys. I just can’t wait any longer, I’m so excited to share this fanfiction (and this cover) with you all. I am so hyped! May I introduce? In a heartbeat.

Synopsis: Showing up on time for an important job interview is all you worry about when you rush through the streets of New York City on a sunny day, not expecting at all to bump into Thor, God of Thunder and his mischievous brother Loki. Before you know it, you get dragged right into a gruesome battle between two foreign realms and the atrocious menace of Ragnarök, confronted with breath-taking magic, terrifyingly hazardous threats and a fierce warrior who claims to be a Valkyrie. And as if this wasn’t enough already, you find yourself headfirst falling in love with the God of Mischief who, much to your disppointment, already seemed to have set his eyes on someone else, leaving you struggling with rejection, jealousy, heartache and more antagonising pain than your human heart could ever cope with.

Pairing: Loki x Reader
Rating: M
Chapter: 1/?
Warnings: SPOILERS FOR THOR RAGNAROK, violence and blood, mentions of slavery, death, self-harm, depression, panic attacks, jealousy, grief, heartache, smut, Dom!Loki. (More warnings might be added throughout the story)

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Okay, you see this? These are jacket cover/inside cover of a book called “The Beast Within” written by Serena Valentino, who wrote other Disney books that are so amazing. I purchased her first Disney book in the Germany Pavilion in Epcot a few years ago and have bought every other book of hers since. But lemme tell you why this one is my favorite:

Not only is “Beauty and the Beast” one of my favorite films of all time, but the Beast is one of my favorite characters in any film. And this book makes him seem so much more understandable. It’s written in his perspective and there’s literally a scene where he’s so close to being an actual monster that he goes out to kill Belle after she runs away from him.

Did you hear me?

HE GOES TO KILL BELLE.

Of course, he fights the wolves that attack her because in his mind, he’s like “wait I can redeem my human status still” while the beast side is literally chanting “RIP THE FLESH OPEN AND SPILL HER BLOOD EVERYWHERE ALL OVER THE SNOW COVERED GROUND”.

Let me tell you, this book is so good. And it gives more backstory to Gaston (who is, as you guessed, one of my favorite Disney villains).

If you enjoyed the 2017 version of “Beauty and the Beast”, you’ll enjoy this book. It’s different than the film, but just as good, in my opinion.