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Quiet; Prologue

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Baron Corbin/Female Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Happy Thirst Party Saturday, everyone! Been working on this prologue for a little bit. Tagging our usual suspects, @tox-moxley, @oraclegazes, @hardcorewwetrash and @writergrrrl29. Enjoy!

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so I’ve thought about why Sam and Tucker probably would have died if they were the ones stuck in the portal and here are the things I’ve thought of:

-mutated genes from both of his parents (generations of ghostly exposure on Jack’s side and probable radiation mutations from Maddie)

-his body already had a small tolerance to ectoplasm from ingesting it since birth. kind of like how one could build a poison tolerance by taking very small quantities over a long period of time

-Danny was already dying before the accident from an illness, maybe a terminal cancer. (if the illness was known then his parents believed that the radiation from the accident killed the cancer cells. [they built the portal because if he was gonna go they still wanted to see him - even as a ghost] that’s why Danny had no problem going into the portal - what was it going to do kill him less painfully? that’s why he had no friends at school [too painful to be around a kid dying and he was always out of school] but the ones he did have were so fiercely loyal - they never knew how long they had left. that’s why jazz was so into therapy and counseling - to handle the grief. okay i need to stop)

-because of the way the machine was designed, Danny’s height and body type were just right that the majority of the energy released didn’t hit him, but instead went mostly around him with only a little actually going through him (Sam is too slight and wouldn’t get enough energy to change her, Tucker is built slightly more than Danny and would get too energy and die)

-BH really just wants people to stop making everyone a halfa because there’s no way it would happen in canon so stop it (don’t actually stop please)

A Scene from Secret Empire: Uprising
  • Viv: Why did you know to recruit me?
  • Natasha: You were...highly recommended.
  • [one month earlier]
  • Vision: This is her when I first built her, here she is fighting social injustice, this is a video of her playing piano - she's so talented, right? This is her playing paintball... [hundreds of pictures of Viv spill on to the floor]
  • Natasha: *deep sigh*
Black Paladin Lance and crew vs. Haggar

Lance:This is Voltron
Back together
And we’re never going down at the hands of the likes of you cause we’re so much better.
And every part of us is saying go get ‘em

Hunk: The five of us ain’t gonna follow your rules

Pidge:Come at us with out any of your Galra Fools
Let’s go just us on you

(Keith,Allura,Coran: ??????)

Lance: Go ahead and try and hit us if you’re able

Hunk:Can’t you that our relationship is stable?

Pidge: I see you hate the fact we can mingle.

Together: But I think you’re just mad that you’re single!

Hunk: You’re not gonna stop the force we are together,

Pidge: We’ll protect this world forever,

Lance: If you brake us apart we’ll just come back stronger,

Together: But we’ll always be twice as brave as you are.
We are made of lo~oooove
(Lance: Watch your footing. Pidge, shield! Evasive manuvers!
Hunk: I’ll activate the shoulder cannon.
Keith: They’re charging up their ion cannon!)

Lance: This is who we are,

Pidge: This is what we do,

Hunk: And if you think you’ll stop us than you need to think again.

Lance: Because we are connected and our bond will never end.

Pidge:We won’t let you hurt these planets

Keith: And I won’t let you hurt my friends.

Lance: Go ahead and try and hit us if you’re able

Hunk:Can’t you that our relationship is stable?

Pidge: I know you think we’re not something you’re afraid of…

Together: But you haven’t seen what we are made of!
We are even more than the five of us,
Everything we care about is a part of us,
We are our Fury, we are our Patience
We are a conversation~
We are made of lo~oooove~oooove
And it’s stronger than you

Some Mama Snow with a side of suggested Tinkerhook and early CS. Set at the end of 3x03 just after they picked up Tinkerbell. Inspired by the Snowing song in the musical number but contains no spoilers. Just my headcanons. Unbetad

Hook and Tinkerbell–still weird– lead the way through the jungle, walking almost shoulder to shoulder and talking in low voices. The sight unnerved Emma. It wasn’t hard to guess that those two had history but what kind? It hadn’t escaped Emma’s notice that Hook hadn’t lifted his sword toward the fairy or that he had called her pet names in that frustratingly familiar way he had. There was still so much she didn’t know about him, couldn’t trust about him.

She looked behind her to see Regina following, deep in thought and barely aware of where she went. For some reason the mayor trusted Tinkerbelle to help save Henry and maybe that should be enough. Emma turned back around and caught Hook grinning at the fairy. Her stomach gave a twist and she gritted her teeth against the surge of what she wouldn’t admit was jealousy.

She looked away peering into the jungle and refusing to care who Hook smiled at.


Emma glanced up to see Mary-Margaret falling into step beside her.


“You okay?” Her mother’s eyes traveled to Hook and then back at Emma as if she guessed at something. Emma’s defenses flared up, first Regina called him her boyfriend and now Mary-Margaret was giving her that look.

“I’m fine.”

They walked in silence for awhile and Emma could feel the other woman thinking, trying to work out a way to say something. Emma squirmed inside. Her confession on the log the other night had been difficult but it had connected them in a way that reminded Emma of her friend, Mary-Margaret and not her mother, Snow White. She must have felt it too because she had seemed intent on strengthening it; dropping comments and sending Emma glances throughout the day. It was kind of sweet, it was kind of annoying.

“I talked to birds,” Mary-Margaret burst out.

“What?” Emma’s steps faltered and she stared at her before continuing to walk.

Mary-Margaret gave a self-conscience smile. “I know it sounds insane but–“ she shrugged. “It’s one of the few things the Disney movies got right.”

Emma blinked trying to process the information. “Okay. You talked to birds.”

She nodded. “And my horse and sometimes chipmunks.”  Emma felt slow, like she was missing the point entirely.

“Why exactly did you talk to them?”

“Because I had no one else to talk to.”

It was said openly, honestly, without the pain or hostility Emma would have expected. Her brows furrowed.

“It started just after my mother died. I would just tell them everything I was thinking or feeling and they would chirp back and somehow it made things better. When I lived in the woods sometimes I wouldn’t see another person for weeks. The animals kept me sane.” She gave a little laugh. “Or I guess as sane as a woman who talks to animals can be.”

Her voice was bright a small, smile on her face but Emma sensed the pain behind it. Regina coped with sharp barbs and snark, Hook with innuendo and smirks, and these were methods Emma understood and accepted, but to face pain and loneliness with a smile and hope the way her mother did was harder for her to grasp. Mary-Margaret hid behind smiles, so often that Emma sometimes forgot that she was hiding, that she wasn’t as untouched by pain or sorrow as she appeared. Feeling awkward with the revelation Emma used one of her own weapons.

“Okay. Well, I guess as long as you didn’t sing to them it’s not so crazy.”


“You have got to be kidding me.”

“It was a spell!” Mary-Margaret protested.

“A singing curse? Really?” Emma shook her head and grinned. “And I thought tromping through Neverland with Captain Hook, the Evil Queen, Snow White and Prince Charming was the pinnacle of weird.”

Mary-Margaret chuckled beside her. “Something tells me your life might get much weirder.”

“I sure hope not. This is about all I can handle.”

“No. You can handle much more. You can handle anything.” The faith in her voice made Emma’s throat close up. She hadn’t known how much she needed that little boost of confidence.

Emma smiled her thanks. They fell into a companionable silence that lasted until they reached their camp. And it wasn’t until she was laying down to sleep that Emma found herself wondering just how a singing curse would work. Images of every Disney musical number she had ever watched flashed before her eyes. She would ask Mary-Margret in the morning about it. And it was that thought that followed her into sleep and gave her some very interesting dreams.


But my eyes are open
And everything still moves in slow motion
Breathless and blue, and behind your eyes, the sea
Oceans of light envelop me.

Cold Coffee in the Morning

Hi I’m writing the PB&J coffee shop AU that no one asked for. Being posted as a WIP because…idk I felt the vibe?? Unclear. 

Finished?! Plz enjoy soft boys in a coffee shop <3

Rating: Mature
Word Count: ~15.5k
Pairing(s): Bitty/Parse/Jack
Chapters: 6/6
Summary: Kent and Bitty were doing pretty well, as far as sort-of functional exes masquerading as co-workers and best friends go. That was until Jack Zimmermann, newly hired professor at Samwell University, moved into town and disrupted their carefully constructed equilibrium.

Read here on AO3!

↳ Supergirl AU: Hades and Persephone
each year it creeps in sooner,
leaving bones aching for a hint of her warmth,
and it is not because he will not let her leave
it is because
she does not want to go. - (insp.)