I realized my posting schedule was off, so here’s an early release of Beyond Beasts, Part 7 (FFN // AO3)!!! Please enjoy this Danny Phantom fanfic, with ghosts, ghosts that are dead, ghosts that are definitely not monsters from another dimension.
The Hamilton mastermind, 36, didn’t just dominate Broadway — he stretched his influence to the Grammys, Saturday Night Live, and beyond. “This caps the end of an insane year. I’m out!” he tells EW. “I’m out of Hamilton things to give you! There was the mixtape! There’s Drunk History! There was a book! The show itself! I feel like Hamilton was a giant boulder we threw in a pond, and the Mixtape is the last ripple coming back… [My emotional hangover from departing Hamilton] was delayed because I immediately went into the studio with J. Lo to raise money for Orlando victims. Once that was done, I went away and just floated. Any hangover I felt was outweighed by the relief of tucking my [2-year-old] kid into bed, a pleasure I had been denied for about a year. And now that’s my favorite part of my day, every day.”
I wanna talk shit and it’s my blog and my perogative so here you go.
ON GOD when will Conservatives (like Tomatillo Lahren) stop referencing Hillary Clinton in response to criticism of Donald Trump? Beyond some insane act of G-d, Hillary is not going to be the president of the United States. So how come whenever somebody brings up legitimate criticisms of Donald Trump, with receipts and everything, Trumpsters say “but Hillary” as if homegirl even holds public office? Congrats! You squeaked out a win with a vital assist from an outdated voting system. Y'all are really acting like Donald Trump being a terrible president and person isn’t going to come back to bite y'all in the ass just like all of us. Some of y'all that voted for him are even insured bc of ACA. What kinda self-destructive shit…
Donald Trump is the president-elect. What does that say about the kind of president y'all can even expect him to be if the only defense of his behavior that you can come up with is to bring up somebody who’s not even relevant in 99% of these discussions?
You didn’t love me. I was just a way for you to quickly recover from the pain you didn’t want to feel. And to think that I thought I deserved love from someone like you is beyond insanity. You deserve the pain that you are feeling right now because you don’t hurt an innocent person like me just because you were an innocent victim in the past. You deserve to be alone for the rest of your life because you’re not a nice person.
And what a week it has been! Is it healthy to drink 5 cups of coffee? I did however finally get a little bit of time between shows to doodle around a bit, but that’s about all I had time for. That being said, you should hit up my inbox with some cool Jekyll and Hyde post since I don’t have time to search the tags👀
And now, this stage manager need some sleep!
Apparently, you guys like my prompts enough that another 500 of you have followed me in the last month - which is just insane, and beyond awesome! Thank you so much <3
So, once again, I am celebrating with ‘5 (ish) novel quotes to inspire writing’. Because I personally aspire to be the type of author where people can’t decide if they immediately want to start writing when they read my stories, or if they have to keep reading to find out what happens.
1) “You don’t have a home until you leave it and then, when you have left it, you never can go back.”/ “People are too various to be treated so lightly. I am too various to be trusted.” - Giovanni’s Room, James Baldwin
2) “He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” - Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte
3) “You dream a book, and sometimes the dream becomes true. When you give up life for fiction you become a character.” - Lunar Park, Bret Easton Ellis
4) “In the immemorial style of young men under pressure, they decided to lie down for a while and waste time.” /
“We have the idea that our hearts, once broken, scar over with an indestructible tissue that prevents their ever breaking again in quite the same place…” - The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, Michael Chabon
“Then there were those famous wings. Was Daedalus really stricken with grief when Icarus fell into the sea? Or just disappointed by the design failure?” - Fun Home, Alison Bechdel
I was sitting in snow and taking pics from my tea cup, I noticed a group of girls in my age giggling around and one of them was staring at my chest for like 2 minutes so I took my earbuds of and asked If she wants to say something and she said “no, I just noticed your I Am SHER Locked shirt” and asked if I’m in Tumblr then said “not a huge fan but that fandom is beyond insane isn’t it?”
So in reality Sherlock Fandom has repetition but as lunatics apparently.
“He never let go of her hand. She completed him, made him feel alive, made him feel good. Distracting him from temptations and protecting him without knowing it. Every second away from her felt like dying all over again, it got worse and worse for every time.
He would lay alone on his bed, thinking about her, worrying about her. Did she eat? What did she eat? Did she like it? Is she thinking of me too?
He was addicting to her. Being apart tore her apart. She loved him with strongest of love, He loved her with even stronger love. But he knew that one day it would all die. Love was powerful, love was the only thing uncontrollable. It was scary, but tempting. His nature would drive her insane beyond his controll, her love for him making her walk straight to her own death and his love being the only thing stopping him from hindering her.
He wanted her alive, but his heart wanted her dead.
As dead as him, to be able to be with him forever, for their love to be eternal, for their love to not be a trip to death and pain.”
Summary: You and Jaebum want to be together but odd circumstances are in your way. You, Jaebum, Paps, and a couple of beards? What could possibly go wrong?
Word Count: 743
“I don’t understand what you’re saying right now because it sounds insane and downright racist!” Jaebum groaned. He was beyond annoyed with you at this point. But you held your ground.
“I’m sorry Jae but that’s how this is.”
“Okay,” he clapped his hands and took in a breath, “Explain to me again your way of thinking.”
You dropped the mess of papers in your hands onto the coffee table and shrugged, “I already used my Asian card in High School I can’t use it again without being fetishy.”
“And that sounds normal to you?”
“It’s obvious. I like kpop, I dated an Asian guy long term, I am now touring with a kpop group. You don’t think that’s strange?”
“Fine then I’ll date a Latina girl then date you then we can both be fetishy.”
You tapped your finger under your chin and shook your head, “No, no because then if she looks like me everyone is going to say that you aren’t over her and are just dating me as a fill in.”
Jaebum dropped his head and groaned for the hundredth time. “You are driving me insane.”
“Look Jae I have a career and mine isn’t driven by girls finding me hot. I have to make sure my image is stable. At least for the first few years.” He looked up at you, “And I know you understand that.”
He breathed out and shook his head, “I don’t like this.”
“Here,” you smiled grabbing his arm, “Let me date around for a while okay? Then after I dip my toes into other things we can come back when people just think I’m a hoe and not a fetishy hoe.”
“You want me to let other guys dip into you? Just so you won’t be thought of as liking Asians? Do you see how crazy this is?”
“Uh hello I’m from America home of the melting pot of bigots you think for a second I won’t look crazy?”
Jaebum sighed and rubbed his face. In a sense, he knew you were right but he couldn’t shake the anger he held in. But even so he nodded pulling a smile onto your mouth. “On one condition.”
“One boy once a year for only two years. Then you take a year off but we can secretly date for that time I suppose.”
“Um, three years?”
“What’s wrong with three?” he smirked, “Too long to wait for me.”
You rolled your eyes, “Not even, babe, I am more concerned for you. I mean let’s face it you can hardly keep your hands off me.”
Jaebum licked his lips and laughed, “And who said I couldn’t quietly touch you?”
You opened your mouth for a comeback then closed it. You were at a loss on how to comeback from that. So, you settled with an eye roll which did nothing but satisfy his ego.
“The guys you date aren’t real.”
You looked at him wide eyed and crazy, “What?”
“You date them strictly for our arrangement nothing more. No kissing, sex, hugging, I don’t even want you to hold hands.”
You frown, “Jae you know people have to believe I am in a relationship, right?”
“Fine holding hands is acceptable.”
You chuckled and leaned to give him a kiss on the cheek but he quickly turned his head so it landed on his lips instead. “Cheater,” you mumbled and he laughed.
“Let’s ago I am sure Nancy, the boys, and our staff are wondering what took us so long.”
He walked towards the door but you grip his wrist and pull him back into a hard kiss. “One for the road.” you winked.
Jaebum rolled his eyes, “Cute doesn’t suit you.”
You scrunched your nose, “Hey I am cute.”
Jaebum started walking backwards out the door before he replied, “As cute as a chimpanzee.” then he sped off into the hall.
“Hey you are so waiting an extra year!”
Jaebum popped back in to add, “Oh good more Igot’s I can fu-”
At that moment you chunked your phone out at his head laughing. “I’ll kill you!”
Jaebum wrapped his arm around your shoulder and picked up your papers, “Says the girl that plans on being taken for three years.”
“Four if you aren’t on your best behavior.”
Jaebum smiled and kissed your temple, “Ready crazy?“
You nodded, then he led you both out unaware of all the damage this little arrangement would do.
kpoppocrecs (Rei) : Thank you Elle for submitting this!!! I wasn’t ready and Jaebum is so- FCK!!!
If you are ever in Brattleboro VT you will want to check out the trail that is across the street from Brattleboro Retreat, a rehab hospital. A short distance up the trail you will come to “Retreat Cemetery” where the sometimes nameless patients of the one time Vermont Asylum of the Insane were buried. Beyond that the trail takes you by an abandoned building in the forest, made of stone, which for some reason doesn’t seem to have any doors. The trail then continues up a very steep hill until at the top you come to “Retreat Tower,’ built in 1887. This tower, made of huge pieces of stone, was built by the patients of the Asylum. At the time in the late 1800s, the belief was hard labor was good therapy for the insane. This beautiful castle like tower must have been so hard to build. Just the thought of pulling all the stones up this steep hill is unimaginable. You could climb the stairs of the tower at one time and be rewarded with a beautiful view of the valley. The trouble was after it was built, patients decided it was a great place to commit suicide and many hurled themselves off the top onto the jagged cliffs below. Now there are reports of paranormal activity in this area and at the cemetery. Truthfully the whole hike I felt kinda creeped out.
Brattleboro VT 2016
Tonight fellow Toasties, we dive into the world of Beyond: Two Souls, where dark and mysterious forces take over a young woman’s life. Make sure to follow the link above to our Twitch page to catch our 8:00 P.M. broadcast. That’s 8:00 P.M. EST or 5:00 PST!
Life in an institution was never easy, especially in the 50′s. But the Lake Repose Psychiatric Institution was a place where the souls that nobody wanted were sent, those beyond help: the criminally insane, pedophiles, and schizophrenics.
Most people who went in were not expected to leave. There was nobody waiting and wishing for them to get better, and every once in a while a man dressed in black would enter the forest behind the asylum, wheeling a wheelbarrow. In it would be the body of the most recent being to perish within the confines of Lake Repose’s dim stone walls. They were all dumped in the silvan lake, weighted so that the corpses would sink, and the fish would make a meal of them.
That was the fate that the inpatients of the institution were resigned to.
Of course, on the outside it seemed, and was, a perfectly respectable institution. When people came to drop off their unloved ones, they would see other patients out enjoying the fresh air with an orderly standing by. Surely they were happy here, where they couldn’t hurt themselves or others. This made it easier for those people to justify their actions.
On one unusually sunny day, patient no. #667 – one Mr. Claude Faustus – had been on his weekly outside time, where he could enjoy all the little critters of nature and breathe in the earth’s scent peacefully. Today he was weaving a flower crown when a dark limousine pulled up at the front gates. …This was quite an expensive car; Claude had not seen many of these in his life. The owners must be obscenely rich.
What he then witnessed was a much more familiar sight: that of a figure being pulled from the car, kicking and screaming to high heaven ‘Don’t leave me here!!’
Éponine: I’m doing just fine, thanks. Life’s a little hectic now that I’m trying to get custody of Gav…who you apparently know about. R?
R: Sorry, I was rambling about life.
Éponine: It’s alright. But, anyway, that combined with two jobs is a bit much, but I’m getting through it. It helps to have such good friends there for you.
Éponine: Gavroche is doing just fine, by the way. He spends a lot of time at school, he just joined the cross country team, so the after school and before school practices take up a lot of his time. He’s really good too, his coach wants to send him to bigger competitions against other high schools in France!
R: He really is doing well, it’s kind of insane.
Éponine: Yeah, I’m proud beyond belief. As for Montparnasse, we haven’t really spoken in a while…we got into an argument over the whole Gav thing, which he doesn’t get. It’s annoying. But, I still see him when we all hang out in a big group; he’s following Jehan around a lot more recently. It’s…odd.
I know it’s probably not grammatically correct in Japanese but it works for me. But yeah, guess what this chapter’s about?
It’s vacation time! They’re going to Japan!
This will be a two or three part mini series within the story, haven’t exactly decided how I want to divide it. It’s going to be fun. It’s going to be exciting. It’s going to bring everyone closer together. Viktor and Yurio get to finally meet Mari, which is going to be interesting.
I hope to get this one up by tomorrow evening at the latest. Today is going to be insane beyond belief and I still need to write the Otayuri chapter for today. I’ll make a separate post about that when I get done with this one. So please bear with me.
Why isn’t it Friday yet? I have too many ideas in my head that I need to get out. Guess what Pax is doing all weekend? Besides a break for laser tag on Saturday.
The closet and high school
are kind of the same thing.
They’re both something
you can’t wait to escape
But are scared to death
of what lies beyond.
They both make you kind of insane,
Cause you to take on
a secret identity,
Or make you confused…
or crazy horny, even…
When you’re in, every little thing
Just seems like the hugest deal,
But once you’re out, well,
You wonder why you
ever made such a fuss.
And while things still suck
every once in a while,
When you finally leave both
the closet and high school,
Everything just kind of…
There was this other apocalypse this one time. And, well, I took off. But this time, I don't...I don't know.
Well, what's different?
Well, I guess I was kinda new to being around Guardians before. And now I've seen a lot more, gotten to know people, seen what they're capable of and I guess I just realize how amazingly...screwed up they all are. I mean, really, really screwed up in a monumental fashion.
And they have no purpose that unites them, so they just drift around, blundering through life until they die. Which they-- they know it's coming, yet every single one of them is surprised when it happens to them. They're incapable of thinking about what they want beyond the moment. They kill each other, which is clearly insane, and yet, here's the thing. When it's something that really matters, they fight. They never...They never quit. And so I guess I'll keep fighting, too.
For another lovely anon who requested a kinky and rough Suho smut. Remind me later that I have a few bottles of Holy Water saved up and that we definitely will be needing it. ((PS. I had a longer version however it was deleted when my computer decided to force quit all of my tabs [sad face] I hope you can still enjoy it though!))
Warnings: more dominating themes, dirty talk, toys, spanking, orgasm denial, overstimulation, bondage, and slight (another understatement) slut shaming/humiliation
Word Count: 2915
You were alone. It was always like this. Junmyeon was too busy at work, too busy making sure that he was financially stable, and too busy to realize that you were slowly becoming more and more needy. More and more wanting of his touch, his warmth breath that grazed your excitement-induced goosebumps, the way he’d play with you in ways that drove you beyond insanity. And as the stars in the nights illuminated the dark room you were lain in for the rest of the night and presumably alone for the duration of that night, your hands began to make its way down your body.