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But yeah, meet Akio! His quirk revolves around him having literally hot blood! His body temperature is higher than the normal person, so if you’re not aware of his quirk, it’ll probably burn you if you’re not careful. During his normal state, his veins are faint, but still visible, but once he gets flustered (and he gets flustered really easily) his veins start to glow as his body temperature rises. 

Besides his quirk, he’s a 16 year old socially awkward boy who doesn’t like being touched bc he’s afraid he’ll accidentally hurt someone. Akio tends to have a resting bitch face, but he doesn’t mean to look… intimidating. His parents are both deceased, and he lives with his granny, who has a cockroach companion named Jimmy (poo I hate u LMAO). He enjoys baking and collecting rare, but super ugly figurines. He’s also best buddies with Poo’s oc, Misha, and Sushi’s, Iwi!!! They’re all a disaster though, probably do more harm than good being together in the same room.

Illusion Part One (Lance Tucker x Reader)

Prompts/ Summaries: You are a 20 year old gymnast, who is training for her next, and probably last Olympic Game. Although you have won gold every year since you were 16, you mother and her husband Mark were never proud of you. She wanted you to be a rich lawyer like Mark, or a socialite like she was. Your mother insists you come to her annual charity event with a boyfriend, which you don’t have, but despite being a complete dick 100% of the time, Lance volunteers to pretend to be your boyfriend for your parents. What will happen? (I mean come on now y’all, we ALL know what happens in every situation like this, but like we still read them?)

Warnings: There are none yet, but eventually there will be smut? So warning is, LANCE TUCKER JUST BEING A SEX GOD 100% OF THE TIME BECAUSE BITCH THAT’S A WARNING ON ITS OWN <3

(NOTE: I LOVE LANCE TUCKER SO MUCH AND I FEEL LIKE HE IS A DICK TO COVER UP FOR SHIT HE DEALS ON HIS OWN, NOT THAT I CONDONE BEING AN ASSHOLE ALL THE TIME, BUT LIKE I’M AN ASSHOLE ALL THE SO SO I RELATE BECAUSE I FIND US BOTH EXTREMELY SIMILAR WITH VERY FEW DIFFERENCES? I’M A SUCKER FOR THE ASSHOLES AND I ALWAYS FIND A REASON TO DEFEND THEM.??)

I WROTE THIS FOR YA GIRL, ME, BECAUSE I’M COMPLETE LANCE TUCKER TRASH LIKE FUCK ME UP BITCH, GIVE ME THAT GOLD. OK I’M DONE

ALSO I DIDN’T PROOF READ THIS BECAUSE I WAS EXCITED FOR IT TO BE POSTED SO I’LL PROBABLY MAKE EDITS LATER.

LAST THING

SO I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT GYMNASTICS SO I USED GIFS FROM TUMBLR, I FORGOT TO CITE THEM SO IF YOU WANT TO SEE THE SOURCES YALL CAN JUST TYPE IN “GYMNASTICS GIFS” ON TUMBLR



Part One

“Keep it tight or you’ll never hit the landing on dismount. You never get it right, and honestly how you took the gold last year is beyond me.” Lance walked up to you and looked dawn at you.

You stood with your hands on your hips, taking a deep breath. “Seriously Y/N, am I going to have to tie your legs together or something?”

“No.”

“Do it right next time or I swear I’ll do it.” Lance walked back from the mat and headed towards the cooler to grab a water. You rolled your eyes and walked back to the bar. You looked over at Lance, who wasn’t even paying attention before looking back to the bar and jumped. You gained your momentum and began doing the routine.

Once it came time to dismount you prepared yourself and let go, flipping and hitting the mat with the heels of your feet, almost maintaining your balance but ultimately losing and falling onto your back. You put your hands over your eyes and forehead sighing loudly while Lance started yelling again, his voice growing louder as he neared you. You shut him out and just focused on your breathing, trying to calm yourself of all the stress that had clouded your head lately. Your parents were on your ass about moving on and doing something else with your life, since they never really were supportive of your gymnastics.

“Y/N! Are you even listening to me?”

“It’s hard not to when you’re fucking screaming.”

“Watch it.” Lance squatted down next to you. “That attitude shit isn’t going to get you anywhere with me.”

You sat up and looked at your coach.

“What the hell is going on? You were perfect, haven’t missed anything for what, 4 years now? You’re probably on your last campaign this year, you are almost 21, you’re already pushing it. So don’t you want to go out with gold this year and stick it to the nation?”

“Yeah of course I do,” You put your head in your hands in defeat.

“Well, no offense, you’re not really showing it.” Lance moved from his squat and sat next to you on the mat. “Listen, what’s going on? Seriously. I’ve been your coach for 2 campaigns now and you’ve never been this distracted.”

“It’s just family stuff. I don’t want to talk about it.” You stood up and ran your hand across your forehead, covering it in a light layer of chalk. “I’m gonna get some water and go again.” You went to walk away when Lance grabbed your wrist.

“Sit down, you’re done for today.”

“I can go again it’s fine.”

“Y/N. You’re going to injure yourself if you keep practicing distracted.”

“I’m fine.”

“Clearly you aren’t.” Lance stood up and stepped closer to you. You looked up at his tall frame, slightly scared at the sudden aggression. “You’re not the coach, and you’re not the expert. If you wanted to coach yourself, I’ll leave. No problem.”

“You’re such an asshole. You know that right?”

“Yet here you are, still standing here. Still paying me to coach you.”

You rolled your eyes and began walking way.

“Be here tomorrow. 8am.”

“Yeah I know.”

You went into the locker room and changed into jeans and a t shirt. You let your hair down and ran some water on your face. You put your back on your shoulder and walked out into the main gym area. Lance had retired into his office in the back corner of the room. You walked over and knocked on the open door. Lance was behind his desk on his phone. When your presence was known, Lance ushered you in.

“I just wanted to say sorry for today, and that I’ll see ya tomorrow.”

“Close the door Y/N.”

You walked completely in and closed the door before turning back to Lance’s desk. He signaled for you to sit in the chair in front of the desk and you did, crossing your legs underneath you. Lance walked out in front of the desk and sat on the top of it.

“Honestly, what the hell is going on.” He sat and crossed his arms, still chewing on his gum.

You took a deep breath and leaned on the arm of the chair with your arm. “You know my parents right? All of them, my mom and Mark and my dad and Dana?”

“Yeah. I met them last year.”

“Well my mother has become such an uptight bitch since my dad left her and she met Mark. So in recent years, she’s wanted me to quit gymnastics. She has been harassing me about getting a man and settling down and, to quote her, “Stop wasting my time with gymnastics.” To her, being an Olympic gold medalist, is nothing. My real father and Dana are great but, my mother is just so fucking spiteful.”

“But your piece of shit mother isn’t your fault, so why are you taking the blame?”

“I don’t know. My mom is having this uppity society event next week, which I’m supposed to attend, and I don’t even want to think about showing up alone to be ridiculed by my mother all fucking night.” You laughed at how pathetic you sounded explaining the situation. “Which now sounds really fucking pathetic when I’m saying it out loud. Like I live on my own I shouldn’t care what my mom thinks.”

“Well I’d hate it if my parents didn’t accept my passion, but unfortunately I was forced into it and grew to enjoy it. But having a need to impress your parents is something that everyone has, and if you don’t wanna impress your parents then you’re trying to impress someone else. It’s human nature.”

You were shocked Lance was being nice and sympathetic about everything, you didn’t think he was capable of experiencing those emotions.

“Fuck your mom and that fucking asshole Mark. Fuck them both. You’re a fucking Olympic gold medalist and if that isn’t fucking impressive, then nothing will impress them. I relish in the fact that I won gold and silver.” You rolled your eyes. He ALWAYS relished in that. “I worked fucking hard for it, and you have worked hard for it. So fuck them, I don’t know what else to tell you.”

“Thanks… Lance, you’re being oddly nice.”

“I can’t be an asshole all the time, sometimes I change it up.”

You laughed and covered your mouth. “That’s bullshit. You’re always an asshole, there is no ‘mixing it up’ with you. But hell, if this whole coaching thing ends up not working out, you’d be a great comedian. Or prostitute, I mean might as well get paid for everything you fuck.”

“Your real fucking funny aren’t you?”

“I’m just calling it how it is.” You and Lance always bickered back in forth. You guys got along for the most part. “Ok I’m going to leave, but honestly thanks for telling me how it is, I always count on that.”

You stood from your chair and headed towards the door.

“Oh and Y/N.” You turned and looked at Lance who still was half sitting on his desk, arms still crossed. “If you ever feel lonely, and need some comfort. You have my number.” Lance smirked and winked at you causing you to fake gag and turn out of the room.

“In your fucking dreams, Tucker.” You closed the door and headed out of the gym. You tossed your bag in the back seat and got in your car. Lance’s office faced the parking lot and he was standing in the window looking at you. He brought his hand up to be a phone and mouthed “Give me a call” and smirked again before walking away. You started your car and pulled out of the parking lot into the Los Angeles sunset. Your roommate was out of town for the week so you had the apartment to yourself. You decided since you had a dreadful day, you were going to treat yourself to some junk food since you had been eating only 600 calories for the last 3 weeks. You didn’t want to get sick by introducing a bunch of unhealthy foods back into your life, so you just stopped and got some Chinese before heading back to your house. You took a quick shower, and changed into comfortable clothing before heading to your couch and turning on Netflix. You have been binge watching Gossip Girl whenever you found the time, which was never. After 2 or 3 episodes, you had finished your Chinese and already passed out on the couch, ready for training tomorrow, hoping it’d be a better day.

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You pulled your hair back away from your face as you walked into the gym, your bag over your shoulder again. You opened the doors and felt the cool air conditioning it your face. It was a muggy day today. There were a few others in the gym today already working since it was almost noon. You waved hello and headed towards the locker room. Walking past Lance’s office, you saw him standing looking out to everyone in the main area on the phone. You waved as you passed and he nodded his head deep in conversation. You changed into your leotard and shorts and wrapped your wrist. You made sure your hair was tight and walked into the open room and towards the white board in the corner. It had a list of everyone who was training today and what they were supposed to be working on specifically. You were the only veteran gymnast training now, everyone else was working on being new Olympians. There were 3 other girls working on bars and beams today, and 2 guys working with one of the other coaches. The space next to your name was blank, so you just figured you could do whatever. Seeing that you worked on your bars routine for 4 hours yesterday, you wanted to take a break and go to the side room to work on your floor routine. The 3 Olympic standard floor mats were empty, as there was only a hand full of people in the gym today.

You walked to the surround sound speaker and plugged in your phone, going to your Spotify and playing the playlist called, “The Most Beautiful Songs in The World”. This playlist always calmed you and seemed to play into your soul. A song called “What’s Good” by Fenne Lily started playing and you went to the middle of the mat to stretch. Starting with your arms, you swung them around and made sure each joint was ready to support your body weight. After you were comfortable with your arms, shoulders, and neck, you moved onto your legs. First stretch out your feet and calves, you knew your main focal point would be your hamstrings. You had pulled you hamstring your first campaign and it always got sore faster than your other muscles did, but you were cleared to perform after 6 months of physical therapy. You did your 3 splits and lung style stretches to warm up your thighs, hamstring, and your inner thigh. After finishing with a handstand, you were ready to practice. You walked to your phone and put on your routine instrumental.

You went to the corner and took a deep breath, closing your eyes before reopening them and looking at the other corner, imagining yourself sticking the landing and nailing your routine. You took a few steps back and began running. You let your body do what it already knew how to and trusted yourself as you jumped and let your feet leave the mat, only to be replaced by your hands as you propelled yourself off the ground and flipped.

You landed on your feet, for only a moment before pushing yourself up higher for another. You had reached the opposite corner of the mat once your feet hit the ground. You stuck the landing throwing your arms up in a pose, before taking a step back to complete your second run. You did your jump again and took off again, propelling yourself to do a pike.

Once you landed your hands shot back up in a pose, before doing your final run. You ran and did a flip before landing and doing a jumping split.

You did your final few poses and your routine was over. You put your arms down and began focusing on slowing your breathing a bit. You heard clapping from behind and you turned to the door to see Lance standing there smiling.

“That was really fucking good.” He walked towards the mat and you went to turn off your playlist, grabbing your bottle of water and meeting him on the side of the mat.

“Thanks, it’s a new routine so it needs a lot of work still.”

“No. It’s honestly pretty great. Congratulations, I think it’s worth a gold medal kid.”

You beamed at him and sat down, stretching your legs a bit more.

“Do you feel better than yesterday?”

“Yeah I slept pretty good. So, I think that helped.”

“Good. I’m happy, I can’t have my best gymnast injuring herself over her bs family.”

“Yeah, I agree.”

“It just let’s her win.” Lance sat down next to you. “If you wanna annoy her, don’t let what she says get to you. Make it so you could give less than 2 shits what she says. I also have another idea too.”

“And what is that Mister Helpful?”

“Well you said your mom has a charity thing next week right?”

“Yeah?”

“Well what if, I came with you, and pretended that I was your boyfriend so your mom won’t give you shit?”

You choked on the water that you had been drinking. “What?”

“It’ll solely be so you can stop worrying about your mother’s approval, and can focus on trials in 2 weeks.”

“You’re joking right?”

“No. What I’m not good enough to be your fake boyfriend?”

“No, I’d just never fucking date you.”

“You’re acting as if I’m gonna actually try to date you. I don’t do the dating thing.”

“I couldn’t tell.”

Lance stood up, getting annoyed now. “Ok fine, fuck you then. I don’t need to do this. I want you to stop acting like a little bitch, but whatever, be fucking miserable for all I care.” Lance pulled out his phone and started walking away.

“Lance, wait.”

He turned around and smirked. “Yeah?”

“Will you still do it?”

“Maybe, if you get on your knees,” He leaned his head down and looked at you through the tops of his eyes. “and beg.”

“You’re fucking disgusting.”

“Hey, I’m fucking with you. Yes, I’ll still do it, if you’ll cut the shit.”

You smiled and jumped up, hugging him. He was so tall your feet came off the ground. He wrapped his arms around your waist and hugged back. Once you were back on the ground, you looked up at him.

“I’m going to call her and let her know I’ll be bringing my “boyfriend” with to the party.”

“Alright, I’m sure this is going to be,” Lance took a second and rolled his eyes with his hands on his hips. “fun?” His toned laced with sarcasm. You responded with an eye roll as well.

“It was your idea.”

“Don’t remind me. When you’re done run the routine again. I’m going to check on the others.” Lance turned around, popping his gum and walking back into the main room.

@lancefuckrr ( hi you said to tag you, I hope you like it and send me your thoughts. It means so much to me)
Some wise words from Nino

When something new is about to begin, it means that the end will someday come. But I don’t want to think about the end when it has just begun. - 2009 Jan Issue/ No. 1

If I want to meet a newer version of myself, I don’t have to go out on a self discovery trip or anything. The moment you think that way, aren’t you already meeting…? Your newer self, that is. - 2009 Apr Issue/ No. 4

The choices you make on a daily basis help shape your character and your life. That’s why I want to make the best choice in every moment, as much as possible. - 2009 Aug Issue/ No. 8

In general a man and a woman will never be able to fully understand each other. It’s not really a matter of a man and a woman, but more of a human and a human. To connect with someone isn’t that easy. -2010 July Issue/ No. 19

I really don’t have any worries regarding my work or private life. It’s probably because I know that I have a lot of “answers.” You have to believe in yourself and just do it as you feel. -2011 Aug Issue/ No. 32

I’ve never thought that gaming is a waste of time or that I should use that time to study more. Panicking that you have to do something useful… isn’t that time to think a bigger waste of time? -2011 Sept Issue/ No. 33

When you admire “someone” and aim to become like them, you start to loose “yourself” in exchange. They are perfect because they are they. If you start aiming “you”, then you might even be able to surpass them. -2012 Mar Issue/ No. 39

“To celebrate” and “to tell” are different things. If you want to celebrate someone, you can do it alone by just thinking of them in your heart. -2013 Jan Issue/ No.49

I know it myself that I can’t be Arashi forever. But even so, I love Arashi and I don’t want to end it. That’s why I live today. -2013 Sept Issue/ No. 57

Beginnings and endings occur daily. I don’t try to remember the people who have left my world. I focus on the people and things that are in front of me because I believe that enjoying the present is what’s most important. -2013 Nov Issue/ No. 59

I don’t want the girl who I like to show me her everything. Say that there’s something I want to know about her, but she will never tell me. I think there’s something beautiful about that. -2014 Sept Issue/ No. 69

When I work with someone, I tell them, “Don’t say ‘Let’s just–’ and please explain to me properly.” I think that’s what it means to be face to face with another person and do work together. -2015 Feb Issue/ No. 84

We never know what will happen tomorrow. That’s why I am grateful that I am still Arashi today. -2016 Apr Issue/ No. 88

I want the award not for myself, but for my fans and the people who have supported me throughout it all. -2016 May Issue/ No. 89

Changing directions (or locations) isn’t necessarily the real challenge. What’s more important is if you have the guts to maintain your lifestyle and keep on doing the things you need to do at the setting you’re already placed in. -2016 Sept Issue/ No. 93

My idea of a “good effort” isn’t about constantly taking on challenges that are not in your field or about overcoming big sufferings. It’s about just doing something and if you discover something that’s fun or do-able, then do those. Make an effort to do those things. -2016 Nov Issue/ No. 95

I don’t hesitate to throw away something that I’m not using. But if it’s something that I use, I will continue to use it even if it breaks because even material things, like people, are “fate” if they came to me. -2016 Dec Issue/ No. 96

What’s important is a real plan than the actual wish. Losing weight or getting married…instead of just wishing for them, it’s important to think beyond that. On what you want to do after those wishes come true.  -2017 Jan Issue/ No. 97

All translated by me. Are there fully translated interviews posted somewhere? These are amazing! Honestly, I don’t read a lot of texts but Nino’s interviews/answers are always so interesting so I would love to give all 99 of them a full read someday… my new years resolution is to read more anyway. These surely count right? ^^; (I only have hard copies of No. 97-99 tho v.v)

Invisible, Chapter One

Summary: Cursed as a child, you have lived your entire life invisible and alone. When deaths start happening in your town, the Winchesters come rolling in to investigate. What will happen when Dean is the first one who has been able to see you since you were a kid? Will Sam believe that you’re real? Will Dean believe you when you tell him you haven’t killed anyone? And why, after all of this time, is Dean Winchester the only one who can see you?

Invisible Masterlist - Previous Chapter

A/N: No Dean&Sam in the series yet.  No warnings.  I hope you enjoy! :)

word count: ~1140

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Fanfiction culture has become an incredibly toxic place for me over the last few years, and it’s really started to hit me this year how bad it really is. I’ve watched creator after creator delete their tumblrs, delete their fics, delete entire worlds they’ve come up with, all because of factors that are far too prevalent among fans etc. 

I’ve helped friends deal with, and dealt with myself, situations where fics are re-posted, with or without credit but never with permission, seen fics with there names changed and passed off as the work of another author for another fandom as if that will prevent them from being caught, and I’ve watched as slowly, slowly creators just stopped putting up a fight because what’s the point

I’ve watched authors be attacked for not updating on time, or for being too sick (mentally, physically, etc.) to write any more of their recent fic, seen fans demand a sequel that the author doesn’t even want to write as if it’s owed to them. 

I’ve seen fans steal copies of people’s works and re-post them when the creator chooses to delete, defending themselves by saying it’s their favorite fic and they didn’t want to lose “ownership” over it, but that right there is the problem in itself. 

Fanfiction writers don’t get paid to write you fics. They have lives, and school, and sometimes even jobs that they have to deal with every single day to make sure that they can live the life they want to live. They come home at night, and they choose to spend their free time writing fanfiction for themselves and the world to enjoy, but they don’t get paid for this. They don’t get piad, and they be no means have to write anything, let alone what you demand of them. 

And it’s heartbreaking really, because I’m watching my friends get broken down by demands for more more more, and I watch them cry over the fact that it isn’t even encouragement or supportive comments - it’s just a constant barrage of where are you, why haven’t you done this, i want an update, i hate waiting, and it’s tearing us apart. 

I hardly see supportive feedback anymore. When it’s there, it’s wonderful and amazing and reminds me why I love to write so much, but unfortunately in life, the bad eclipses’s the good, and it’s discouraging. It’s so discouraging that I’ve watched amazing creator after amazing creator given up and delete, and I’m tired. 

I am so, so tired of hating myself and my writing because all it brings me is grief - why didn’t you do this, this would have been better, you should have reversed the roles, this trope is so old

you haven’t updated in two months, why did you start posting if you weren’t going to finish

being ace is unfair to the other character, he should be more understanding of his partners needs

We, as fanfiction writers, put these fics out there for you to enjoy, but we also do it for ourselves, and I’m tired of being underappreciated and harassed 

If you don’t want your favorite fanfictions deleted, support the author

If you want an author to update, remind them how much you love their fic, but understand that life can be hard

If you don’t enjoy something personally, remember that an authors writing decisions are not based on you

In the new year, I hope to see more of my friends and myself appreciated rather than torn down for all the work that we do, because I know I’m not the only one suffering from the actions of our fans

When in Neverland: The Choice

As promised here is he first one shot of my Neverland One Shot series! There will be some angst, lots of fluff and most importantly smut! Hope you enjoy!

When Pan captures Neal and Killian how will Emma get them back? And how will that change things?

Rated M

Read more of my work on ao3 and FF!


“No, David, you read the note. It said come alone, I’m not risking their lives any further by not following his instructions,” Emma reasoned with her father. “I’ve got this. You guys just keep focusing on Henry.”

“Why is he even doing this? What could he possibly want with them? What is he doing, creating his own island version of the bachelorette featuring the one and only savior and her two school girl crushes?” Regina snarked crossing her arms. Everyone scowled in her direction.

“Seriously, Regina not now,” Snow pleaded rolling her eyes while stepping forward, completing the circle in the center of their camp.

“I shouldn’t be gone more than an hour or so. Pan wants us to shift our focus away from Henry. Don’t give him that. Keep searching for him, I’ll be back soon, hopefully with two more members of our team,” Emma added before taking off into the forest, following the map Pan provided. Whatever he wanted, whatever game he was about to play, she was gonna be ready. Even though Emma had mentally prepared for the rescue mission she was still physically exhausted. Every fiber of her being ached. Even though they had been in Neverland for two weeks now, Emma was far from used to the terrain and constant stress that came with living on the island. The only thing that had been occupying her mind was Henry, up until last night when the jack ass flying man child kidnapped the other two men in her life. Why does this always happen to her? Would she ever get a break? She pondered the mess that was her life as she peered through some branches. There hanging before her was her first love, Neal and the man who had volunteered his heart, ship and services all to save her son. Killian and Bae were hanging in wooden crates several feet in the air. They looked rough. Sleep weighed heavy on their eyelids as they both leaned against the bamboo bars. She couldn’t help but worry about them. Did they sleep at all? Have they eaten? Had anything to drink in the last twelve hours? She swore if there was one scratch on either of their heads she would end this evil piece of shit. Speaking of that crazy man child, he was nowhere to be found. Surely he wouldn’t leave his hostages unattended like this.

“Took you long enough, Savior,” Pan smiled deviously just feet behind her. Emma jumped slightly when she heard his prepubescent voice cut through the humid air. He circled around her with his arms crossed, slowly inching towards her. Emma’s presence must have awakened Killian who was sleeping in the cage.

“Emma! Get out of here! Don’t listen to him. Save your boy, take the Jolly and go home!” Hook shouted quickly from his pen. His yelling stirred Neal while Pan let out a devish cackle.

“Emma!” Neal hollered grasping tightly to the wooden bars.

“Let them go!” She demanded firmly. She was surprised when Pan didn’t say anything. His motives were not always apparent but what he wanted in the moment was almost always clear. “What do you want, Pan?”

“Choose one,” He so simply state, his beady little eyes staring into her very soul.

“Choose one what?” She implored her arms bulging through her shirt as she crossed them again. Pan shifted his eyes from her to his two prisoners. He stared,  watching her mind work as his words finally clicked. Pan wanted her to choose Neal or Hook.

“Choose one? I’m not gonna choose one, you sick twisted son of a bitch! What are you going to do kill the other?!” Emma yelled at Pan now standing just yards away from her. Her heart was breaking. She caught a glimpse of Killian through the bars. There was something in his eyes that she couldn’t identify. It was worry with a hint love, and that scared her. Neal on the other hand just looked scared.

“Oh, please have a little faith, Emma. I’m not that devious,” He chuckled inching towards them. “Choose the one you love and I’ll let them go.”

“Who says I love either of them?” She remarked, lifting a single eyebrow.

“Well I know that’s not true. It has to be Neal, right? He was your first love, the father of your child, not the pirate who pines for you hell set on revenge. But then again, you kissed him and not your baby daddy, right?” The 300 hundred year old teenager taunted looking for a reaction. Emma sighed hard now understanding Pan’s plan. He always had his reasons and she was starting to figure out that this time was no different. He wanted to create a wedge and it was working. A fire set in Neal’s eyes, shaking the bars.

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anonymous asked:

I am an INTJ who was taught to never show emotion. The combined force of nature and nurture has turned into the cycle of my emotions collecting within me until I simply cannot handle them, and then all of the emotions to collectively express themselves in rather extreme forms such as not talking to anybody, crying fits, and thinking on a never ending loop of thoughts. How can I healthily deal with my emotions?

Simple (own) emotions guideline for INTJs

Emotions are there to be lived. That is not always fun, but it’s the healthy way of coping with them. Emotions are meant to come, be lived, and go away; not to be bottled up forever. Therefore, you have no chance but learning how to identify and expressing them. 

  1. I think that a good way to start would be having an emotion journal, a page (physical or virtual), always private, to go on full stream of consciousness every time you feel something is troubling you (even if you don’t know exactly what that is). You shouldn’t even save it or ever read it again. Once you have it on paper and you’re discussing with yourself about your emotions, you’ll probably learn to identify what you’re feeling. Yes, non-INTJ readers, that’s a thing some people have to learn (I did). So you can write or do whatever works for you - I used to sit alone for entire evenings thinking about what I was feeling and why.
  2. When you know what you feel and why, you can start thinking about acting. You don’t necessarily have to state your emotions to people, but you can start living taking into consideration how you feel about things.
  3. From there, you can start being sincere about what you want from people. Learning to do it with grace takes time, but every effort is good. If you don’t think that someone behaved correctly in your regards, let them know. If you enjoy spending time with someone, let them know. When I can’t say it out loud, I write letters, texts, or notes. It’s a start.

Most importantly, accept that emotions exist and deserve to. Emotions bring flavor to life, in their good and bad. You can’t fight them to extinction. You can suppress them, but that has done you no good. Everything begins with acknowledging that you’re an emotional (as well as rational) being, and even if you can’t control your emotions, you can control your actions and the way you cope with them. You got this.

What they don’t know, won’t hurt them

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A/N: This was requested by anonymous and I loved the request because we all need this in our lives. I hope you enjoy!

Request: “Hey, could you do a FP would include imagine where he fingers you under the table at the Cooper dinner. I dont know why but i need that in my life”

The reader is legal age (18/19).

THIS IS NSFW

It was the homecoming in Riverdale. Betty and her family had invited Jughead, FP and you to a family dinner.

“So, (Y/N). Are you going solo to the homecoming?” I took a sip of water before answering Mrs. Cooper’s question.

“Yes, I am. FP obviously can’t attend with me so I decided to go alone.” Alice nodded her head. Betty decided to turn the conversation around by talking about the Prom.

“Jesus, is she really going to question me all night?” I whispered to FP as he chuckled.

“Don’t worry about her. I’m going to try to sneak a dance with you at the homecoming.” I smiled at him before turning my attention back to the conversation that was happening around us.

I was listening intently to the questions Alice had been asking FP when I felt a hand on my inner thigh. I took a sharp intake of breath as FP just continued to talk naturally as if nothing was happening. The feeling of his hand began to rise on my thigh. A knock came to the door and we all stood except Alice. Betty went to get the door as Hal, Betty’s father walked in.

“FP. What are you doing here?” Hal questioned, walking fully into the room.

“Alice invited me. I’m here for Jughead.” Hal nodded as his eyes shifted down to me.

“And who might you be?” I smiled before outstretching my hand. I felt FP shift closer to me, his hand trailed under my dress before gripping my bum. I gasped quietly before speaking up.

“(Y/N), (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I’m Betty and Jughead’s friend and I’m also FP’s girlfriend.” Hal’s eyes widened at my last words.

“You’re dating FP? But you look so young.” I giggled at his words.

“Don’t worry I’m eighteen. It’s legal.” Hal nodded before taking the seat next to me. FP removed his hand from my bum as we all took our seats. FP’s hand went back to my thigh but this time it went higher. I felt his hand inch higher and higher, I began to get wet at the thoughts of what his fingers could do. Soon enough, FP reached my pussy to only realize I wasn’t wearing any panties. He quickly leaned over to whisper into my ear.

“No panties, huh? Fuck baby girl, you will be the death of me.” I instantly got wetter, if even possible at his words. FP’s hand spread my legs as his middle finger dragged up my slit. I bit my lip and gripped the table at the feeling.

“So, (Y/N). How did you and FP meet?” I smiled at Hal before beginning to answer his question.

“Well, I live in the trailer park as well. I lived with my dad but he was shot and he passed away. I was attending Southside High with Joaquin and we would always hang at the Why-” I almost moaned at the feeling of FP’s finger slipping inside of me. I coughed to cover up any sound before continuing. “Sorry, as I was saying. We would always hang at the Whyte Wyrm where my dad was a Serpent. I had seen FP a couple of times before Joaquin formally introduced me to him and we got to talking and now here we are.” I said with a fake smile, glancing over at FP he plastered the same fake smile before nodding in agreement with my story. FP added another finger as I took a hold of his arm, gripping it.

“So, FP. Why would you date someone so young?” It was now FP’s turn to speak, he continued to pump his two fingers in and out of me while talking.

“Well, I wouldn’t usually but when I met (Y/N) … It was like love at first sight. I felt as if I was eighteen again.” I smiled at his words, he immediately began to pick up the pace so unexpectedly that I let a moan slip. Everyone stared at me wide-eyed. Including FP.

“Sorry, I banged my knee.” I felt my climax begin to rise as I dug my nails into FP’s arm.

“Are you alright? She’s so clumsy sometimes.” FP said while I smiled nodding my head. FP slipped another finger into me. Adding it up to three fingers in total. This brought me to where I needed to be. I bit my lip so hard I made it bleed. No one had noticed because Alice and Hal had been arguing. FP glanced over at me, my pussy tightened around his fingers as my release took over. I leaned over to FP as I whispered into his ear.

“Fuck, FP!” I whispered-yelled biting onto his shoulder. FP chuckled before slowing removing his fingers, lifting them to his lips. He licked them clean without anyone noticing. I tried not to moan as I watched him in awe.

“We should get going. We don’t want to be late.” Betty said standing. The rest of us stood in agreement. FP wrapped his arm around my waist while I leaned over to whisper into his ear.

“I can’t wait for later.” I bit his earlobe as he chuckled.

“Oh baby girl, this is just the beginning.”

autumn sun | part one

summary: jaebum’s quieter, all dark eyes and maybe he just doesn’t care about you at all. yugyeom’s a little louder, a little easier to talk to, but do you really care about him?

wordcount: 1057

Originally posted by mintokkies

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Skilled

Summary: Legolas didn’t realize that you lived in the forest.

Pairings: Legolas x Reader

Words: 619

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          Anon: Reader is a great warrior who grew up in the woods. She is an elf and has short hair. She meets legolas in the woods one day

Leaping through the trees, you drag the walking stick with you through the spider webs.

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"Saving Private Ryan" Review

Did you know that today, there are more wars from the United States today than at any other time? Hi, my name is Gabriel Gundacker, and my favorite movie is Saving Private Ryan. It is action packed, will make you sad, and also Matt Damon. I hope you enjoy my review!

First, action. Saving Ryan is packed with action. There is so much action in the first scene, that my grandpa had to leave from the living room to his bedroom. My dad said it is okay and to leave him alone. Now that’s action!

Next, sad. This movie can be sad but nobody knows why. I remember my grandpa was sad when he left during the action. I think that is cool but also that it is bad because my grandpa is mean sad. But the movie gets sad too! For instance, when they cry in the movie Saving Ryan. Saving Private Ryan is sad.

Finally, Matt Damon. Matt Damon is a movie star from films such as Saving Private Ryan and others. He is fun and funny, but also can be cool and also he is sad in this movie because his family is dead. Matt Damon is in Saving Ryan.

Thank you for the review of Saving Private Ryan. I hope this inspires you to go out and see the movie Saving Ryan. I think this movie is good for three reasons, action, sad, and Matt Damon. Is war bad?

Sunshine

Jared Padalecki x Reader

1000 Words

Story Summary:  Feeling down, Jared surprises the reader.

Author’s Note: So this is for @supernaturalmarvelgirl. I saw your post, and thought this might be needed. Also for any Jared/Sam girl who is feeling a little down. Also I hope it doesn’t suck because I seriously wrote it in about 15 minutes. 

Laying on the couch, you rested your head against your arm, staring at the TV, not really seeing what was playing. Sighing, you curled in tighter, your energy drained, your emotions a roller coaster ride.

Things had been bumpy for a while now. Your fiancee, Jared, worked in Vancouver, while you lived in Austin. Weeks would go by without seeing his smiling face unless it was on your phone, and you wanted nothing more than to have him there with you. To feel his strong arms wrapped around you, to run your fingers through his long, silky locks.

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Truth or Dare

Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 1440

Warnings: swearing, mention of fears, fluff.

**Slightly predictable, fluffy cuteness. Enjoy.

(Not my GIF)

It was so peaceful without the brothers in the bunker. They left on a djinn hunt a few states over, which you decided to sit out on. It had been almost three months since you were able to think without Sam bothering you about some research he found or Dean asking you to go on a food run.

Silence.

It was beautiful.

You pulled your mug of tea to your chest and sighed. The television was off, the lights dimmed. You had no urge to watch a movie or read a book. You could do that when the boys were there. Sitting in complete silence was something you could rarely do ever.

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William Nylander - Sweet Creature #3

Three long days ago had gone since Steph’s chilling night. Three long days of not being able to forget the most gorgeous blue eyes I’ve ever seen. Unfortunately I didn’t get in to conversation with the prince charming, but he seemed to be a kind person. Of course he had to be a hockey player, that’s his big flaw. Most people at Steph’s place that night were nice, then there was the dickheads who thought they played for NHL or something. They had their heads so far up their asses that nothing could ever help their heads out. They treated their girlfriends badly, like they were some kind of maids and bragged about their beautiful goals, which I believe weren’t even close to beautiful. All of the guys play in some college icehockey team, so I think none of them have nothing to brag about, especially when their personality is as dry as the Sahara desert.
Before you can ask: yes I do think that some hockey players are fine. Auston, Kasperi and Mitch are all very kind and nice, of course let’s not forget about prince charming. He was charming, funny and nice, even though we didn’t really talk. And somehow he got me thinking about him non-stop. I even tried to creep him on instagram, but I didn’t find his account and I’m not going to ask from any of the girls what’s his username. I can’t remember his real name, like I remember some of the guys saying it but I just can’t put my head around it and that makes me frustrated. I don’t even know myself why I want to creep on his social media so badly.

From Madelaine
We’re on our way to your place, see ya soon x

To Madelaine
Okay cool :)

The girls had literally begged me to throw a movie night and in fact I wasn’t complaining. Annika and Steph are both becoming a really good friends to me and Madelaine already is. The slight minus is that they are bringing their boyfriends as well. Don’t get me wrong. I have nothing against Kappy, Mitch and Auston since they’re all pretty cool, but I would enjoy some girl-time without boys. I can only imagine how lonely I’ll be tonight seventh wheeling three couples that are in love.
I did fast last-minute cleaning, mostly putting some stuff like magazines and books where they belong so my new friends wouldn’t think that I leave my stuff laying around the apartment. I loved living alone. I’ve always been the kind of person who likes to organize, and someone coming in between me and my organizations makes me cringe. One more reason added to the list why Alina is still single. I just can’t have someone messing up my routine. Maybe this is a sign from god that he made me to be single from my birth to death. I took one last look at my livingroom, making sure it was tidy, before going to the door. I opened the door only to reveal six people standing behind it.

“How long have you guys been standing there?” I asked.

“We were just about to knock.” Annika replied and pushed past me going straight inside, others following her action. The girls put their jackets on hangers meanwhile the boys just threw them on the floor, having me go behind them putting their jackets on hangers also. If I ever find a guy that I like, I have to ask them if they know how to use a hanger.

“Do you have any food?” Kasperi asked from the kitchen making me practically run to see if he was doing something that he shouldn’t. I saw two guys going through my kitchen cabinets and one was going through the fridge. Rude much?

“Why don’t you join the girls in livingroom and I’ll find something to eat?” I suggested nicely, making all of the boys shrug and leave the kitchen. Thank god. I quickly put some chips and candies in bowls and carried them to livingroom, where everyone was.

“Hey Alina, could you take a picture of us sitting on the couch? For my snapchat.” Auston asked already giving his phone to me. I nodded, not feeling offended since I understood that I’m the only person here who has no one to be in the picture with. I took the picture before handing Auston his phone back.

“This is so going on my story.” He said smiling proudly.

“Alina I think you should download Tinder.” Steph said completely seriously.

“And why is that?” I asked her, confused over the fact that she suggested it out of nowhere.

“You know, many people has found their partner from Tinder.” she said still seriously.

“Yea that’s not my kind of thing.” I said trying to drop this subject once again.

“Guys, isn’t there anyone on the team for Alina?” Madelaine asked from the boys. Seriously, why won’t they drop this.

“Nah, everyone is way too old for her.” Mitch said stuffing his mouth with chips.

“Yo guys. Willy is butthurt about the fact that he wasn’t invited. Is it okay if he comes? I don’t wanna deal with whiny-willy.” Auston asked from everyone, but mainly me since it’s my apartment. I nodded even though I’ll probably shoot myself if he doesn’t put his jacket on hanger or if he goes through my cabinets. Never have I ever had this many guys at my apartment at the same time. In fact, only guy who has ever been at my apartment is my dear father.
In no time there was a knock on my door which left me confused. How did that boy get here so fast? My face probably showed my confusion since Kappy spoke up. “He lives like one-minute walk from this building.” I got up from the floor to open the door for the prince charming. I opened the door to see the beautiful blue eyed and blonde boy.

“Am I at the right place?” he asked unsure as he watched me from my head to toe.

“Yes you are.” I replied. So he didn’t remember me from Steph’s chilling night. He nodded and stepped in. He took a quick look around before taking off his black jacket and putting it on a hanger? This guy knows how to use a hanger? Am I living a dream?

“Are you okay? You seem a little.. Out of it?” his voice brought me back from my shock making me nod rapidly. He looked at me like he had seen a psychopath before walking past me to the livingroom. Why did I get so weird and awkward around this guy?

The Touch Of Your Lips Make Me Weak

Happy bday @gooddame I hope this small gift brings you even just a small piece of happiness. You asked for Supernatural, and this came out haha Enjoy <3 Also on FF.

The Touch Of Your Lips Make Me Weak

Her eyelashes fluttered at the touch of his soft lips; the poison seeped into her cold skin and she reveled in the bitterness of its taste. It was an odd feeling, unlike any she had ever encountered - it was like a potent drug, his essence much stronger than any she had ever fed on. Human, this man was not. It didn’t matter, at least he appeared sturdier than most, unlikely to keel over and die if she overfed.

Their kisses deepened - Caroline drinking his life in with every touch - their hands grasping at each other’s clothes and skin, clawing and biting, pushing and pulling - it was incredibly addicting, and she never wanted to stop. Who was he? What was he?

The man still looked composed, even with his messy hair in her grasp, and all she wanted was more, to see him get down and dirty - the heat of it all starting to get to her. He brushed her swollen lips while looking into her shining blue eyes - capable of hypnotizing anyone, but seemingly having no effect on him - and she sucked on his thumb enthusiastically, wondering if she’d ever manage to see him fall to his knees as so many before him did. It didn’t work, only made him smirk, somewhat mockingly and honestly, the heat started dying out, her hunger sated.

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Kian Lawley | “I find peace in the rain.”

Count of words: 796

Warnings: none, fluff, cute

A/N: Just hope this is not as terrible I think it is.

Requested by anonymous: A kian lawley imagine a cute one !!

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It was another lonely day. Kian kept going out with his friends and I kept being left behind inside our silent apparment. This has been going on for a while now. He wakes up, he leaves, he comes back, he eats, he leaves and he comes back again to sleep. It never changed. So everytime, I was spending the day alone inside and empty appartment.
Today was no different. He woke up in the morning and then he left. No much later I woke up from my slumber to be welcomed by silence. Coffee was already made by Kian and a cup was left there for me as always. The beautiful smell of it hit my nose as soon as I entered the kitchen and so I poured some in the cup.  The day was rather cold that was accompanied by rain. So , I sat on the couch staring at it blankly.
It had been two hours since I woke up and I had done nothing but stare at the rain all day long. That was till my phone ring. “MyKian ♥” read the callers ID, something surprising for me. “Hey babe,” Kian’s joyful voice rang through the phone. “Hi Ki,” I replied.  I didn’t know why he called but I thought it was for good, so I was exited. “I won’t come for launch today. I’m going to eat with the boys,” he said and my heart sink. Silence took over for a while. “Are you ok babe?” Kian asked consearn. “Yeah, yeah, just fine,” I said my voice obviously cracking. “Y/N wh-”. *Beep*. I hang up.
It had been 3 hours since we talked. Since the moment I hung up Kian tried to call me several times but I ignored it all of them. He also texted me a lot of times but I never answered. All I did was cry. Cry while being curled up inside my bed. Cry inside a room filled with darkness. Cry cause I didn’t know why he was doing this. I wanted to know what went wrong but I couldn’t. Cry because I was so alone and so hurt from the whole situation. But I desided to change it. So, I walked down stairs into the livingroom where the biggest window of our appartment was. That gave me a beautiful view of the rain.
While enjoying the peace and lack of emotion the sound of a door opening and then closing took me out of my thoughts as Kian walked in the living room. I didn’t even flinch as he walked towards me and he didn’t say a thing. He just sat down next to me hugging me from behind and burying me inside his arms. “What are you doing here?” I asked him bluntly. “Can’t I come to my appartment?” He asked. I didn’t reply, I just stayed silent. “What are you sitting here?” He asked now kissing my temple. “I’m staring outside.” I said. “Why?” “I find peace in the rain. A peace I haven’t found in you,” I said as a gasp came out of Kian’s mouth. “Y/N-” “No Ki. For the last couple of months all you do is leave me alone in this appartment. I stay alone, I do chores, I cook, I work… And it’s not like you’re working. You are just going out with the guys. EVERY SINGLE DAY!” I said, sobbing in his arms by now. “Baby, no. Please, stop crying and listen to me.” He said kissing my forehead and then pulling away from me. “For the past couple of months I’ve been creating something big. Something that was ment for you to see tonight. But since we got to this you might as well learn now.” He said getting up the kneeling down to the floor. “ Y/Full/N, we are together for 3 years now. We’ve been through thick and thin. You are my light, my darkness, my moon, my sun, my sky, my life. You always get me through everything. And when I say everything, I mean everything. I wrote a much bigger speech but whenever I see you I forget what I was ment to say. I’ve been trying to have the courage to tell you this. So, I’m gonna do this now. Y/Full/N, will you marry me?” He said as my sobbing found it’s way back to me. The only thing I could do was nod my head yes like a maniac.  "Me and the guy have put so much effort creating the surprise so please pretend like you know nothing.“ He said and I laughed. "I’ll try..” “BITCH, YOU ARE A GREAT ACTOR.. JUST DO IT!” He said in a weird voice and I laughed again.. “OK… I love you.” “I love you too mrs Lawley-to-be.”

Study Buddies | highschool!au

Originally posted by blackpinknet

Summary: You don’t question why one of the most popular girls in school asks you to tutor her; that is until she starts doing better than you in math. 

Word Count: 3,435 

Jennie Kim didn’t need a tutor for math and yet here she was sitting at the library with Y/N L/N. The sun had already set but she managed to persuade you to stay a little longer to help her study for the upcoming test. You didn’t mind mind helping the senior. Jennie paid attention to you when you two would go over the topics she struggled with instead of playing around.

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Top 5 Ships of 2016

For @crewefox

5. Lapis x Peridot from Steven Universe

I’m not copying you Crewe it’s a coincidence. I have only recently joined in on this fandom and at first amidot was my thing but over time I started to sincerely enjoy these two roomies interactions and hobbies, from watching dramas to adopting pumpkin puppies. And I’d like to see more as Peridot is my favorite character and Lapis is quickly growing on me.

Originally posted by krissycarnivorous-blog

4. Victor x Yuri from Yuri On Ice

To be honest I haven’t watched all of this show but I need to get on that because these two are FREAKING PRECIOUS!! Possibly my favorite part is that there aren’t many romances where its a mentor and his student. Plus, most animes I watch are teases that barely get a love confession LET ALONE A KISS!

Originally posted by wakata

3. Hank x Dory from Finding Dory

Don’t judge me k, have you seen those two together? They’re adorable. I love the optimistic teaming up with the pessimistic trope and I enjoy their adventure together and especially how Dory refused to let Hank go and live a lonely life. Speaking of Hank that is a back story I need to know

Originally posted by disneypixar

2. Wanda x Vision from Captain America: Civil War

Even though they were both introduced in Age of Ultron I didn’t ship them until they were cooking together. I’m not even sure why I like these two so much they just have this nice subtle chemistry I’d like to see more of.

Originally posted by mutant-x-perience

1. Nick x Judy from Zootopia

And I know no one is surprised. What can I even say about this ship that hasn’t already been said? They just-they work. I loved how they met and how they disliked each other and how their relationship improve throughout the film and then it been destroyed and mended.

What can I say? To me they are a perfect couple and I can’t wait to see more of them.

Originally posted by pennyowl