this looks like most white boy

autistic self diagnosis is valid
  • a person: i'm autistic. i don't have a professional diagnosis.
  • a neurotypical: you can't! self diagnose! autism!!! onLy a dOctor can do that!!!
  • most doctors: don't know what autism looks like in people other than nonverbal white cis boys
  • most doctors: recommend abusive therapies for autistic kids and teens
  • most doctors who specialize in diagnosing autism: refuse to evaluate adults
  • an autism evaluation for a minor teen who wants one: requires having supportive parents who understand that autism is not a tragedy and looks different for every autistic person, and that many autistic people can talk, have friends, do okay in school, and otherwise fake looking neurotypical
  • an autism evaluation for an adult: very expensive and often not covered by insurance in the U.S., also extremely difficult to get in France
  • an on-record autism diagnosis: can be used to deny you custody of children, to have your kids taken away, to forcibly institutionalize you
  • autism advocacy orgs that actually help autistic ppl like ASAN, AWN, AANE: Here are some resources for figuring out if you could be autistic. Professional diagnosis is a very personal decision and is not required for knowing that you're one of us. We support you as an autistic person even if you don't have a paper diagnosis.
  • a sincere autism self diagnosis: harms no one even if it's incorrect, enables the person to feel part of a community of people with similar issues and learn more about autism, a gateway to learning about autism acceptance movements, often the first step toward self acceptance and self esteem
NU’ESTs records/Facts unique to them you might not have known!

-As some of you already know despite Nu’est being underrated they still have some records (I’ll put those in bold) and many things unique to them, so I’m making this list of info for new loves :)

- NU’EST is the first ever boy group from Pledis (debut 15th March 2012) and the 2nd ever Pledis group

-JR aka Kim Jonghyun was the first ever male trainee Pledis recruited (2009). He was casted on the street in his hometown and first thought he was being scammed lmao until he saw pictures of After School on the walls at Pledis HQ. 

(cute baby bugi)

-JR is the only Leader from a Pledis group who IS NOT the oldest member in the group (he is the 2nd oldest, Aron is NU’ESTs hyung born in 1993) 

-JR was called the ‘Male Kahi’ during debut

-His first MV appearance was pre-debut in Orange Caramel’s “Bangkok city” giving him the nickname ‘Bangkok city boy’ 

(15 year old JR check out those braids)

-JR felt lonely as the only male trainee for 1 Year, He had to eat instant ramen alone for that year (I guess Pledis was super broke)

-Mingi was the 2nd male trainee to Join Pledis in 2010, so JR wasn’t lonely anymore. Then Baekho joined, then Minhyun and lastly Aron joined NU’EST, possibly training for 6 months unto 1 year. 

- Minhyun’s first pre-debut MV appearance was in Orange Caramel’s “Shanghai Romance” giving him the nickname “Shanghai boy”

(I remember I was pissed seeing this kid reject Nana back then lol)

-Baekho made his first pre-debut MV appearance in After School’s “Play Ur Love”

(What! a! cutie!!

-JR had a pre-debut rap feature in UEE’s “Sok Sok Sok” and also featured in Gilme’s “Me First”  

-All of NU’EST + S.coups appeared in After School Blue’s “Wonder Boy” as backup dancers!

(Aron and Ren made their first appearances here)

- Aron rejected a place to study journalism at New York University (SUPER HARD to get into) to go to Korea and join NU’EST

-Aron got almost full marks on his SAT’s, but he said he’s bad at math so he failed the math questions

(Aron in high school) 

-Baekho’s stage name, meaning literally “white tiger” in Korean, was given to him by UEE, because apparently he looks like the character Kang Baekho from Slam dunk Manga lol

-NU’EST debut song “Face” was the most viewed kpop debut on youtube for years, and is still the most viewed kpop Boygroup debut MV all of time (almost 70m now)

- NU’EST “Face” was the best selling debut album of 2012

- During their debut, NU’EST was the group with the youngest overall age 

- JR is the Youngest Kpop Leader ever to debut (at the age of 16) 

Kid Leader —–> to Nation’s Leader

-NU’EST is the ONLY group ever where the Leader and Maknae are the same age! (Born 1995) 

(baby Jren ❤️ ) 

- Besides JYJ, NU’EST is the only boy group where at least 80% of the members are the same age.

-JR  and Aron have been writing rap lyrics for some years now (maybe 2014 or earlier) but in early 2016 their style changed drastically with the release of “Q is”. Baekho showed his composition skills and dream teamwork with Bumzu. 

-In the “Canvas” album the members were involved in every aspect of it, JR Aron Minhyun Ren and Baekho all wrote lyrics. Baekho was heavily involved in composition, Ren’s cousin made the album art (the illustrations) and Ren also helped in Styling and Minhyun wrote the song “Thank you” for loves.  

-Minhyun’s ultimate inspiration are ot5 TVXQ, his favourite song is “Love in the ice” and his Bias is Xiah Junsu 

-You likely already know, But Ren’s ultimate inspiration is Lady Gaga, like her he wants to be a strength for his fans.

-The song that helped JR get through hard times when he felt like giving up is DOK2′s “On my Way” when you listen to lyrics is clear how he relates to it

‘I have long ways to go and many walls to climb over

It has been eight years but everything is still the same

To make my dream comes true, still I’m on my way’

-In 2017 4 members of NU’EST joined Produce 101, they were the trainees with the most debut experience

-Aron did not go onto Produce 101 because of a leg injury. He stayed at the dorm and waited for them to come, cooking food for them when they did.

-Minhyun is the member of Wanna One with the most debut experience 

-On the PD101 final, instead of the show trending on Korean search engines, “NU’EST” and “Kim Jonghyun” trended no.1 and no.2 

-NU’EST is the only group to change their name/ become a unit (NU’EST W) because 1 member is not present.

-NU’EST W is the 3rd group ever to get over 100 million hearts on v-live

-’Hello’ has been nicknamed ‘Zombie-seyo’ because of the many many times it managed to climb the chart so high after so many years, peaking no.3 on melon on the night of pd101 final

-NU’EST W got their first no.1′s on charts with “If you” a song written for Minhyun

-Despite not even having a comeback yet, Korea and internationally NU’EST’s rise has been trending

-They have been crowded “Reversal Icons” 

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Originally posted by panwink

-Lastly, when Minhyun comes back, they will be 7 years old, and will likely become the group who took the longest time to get a win on a major Music show (assuming fans stay and make them stable for Minhyun’s return)

I made this to show you how long NU’EST have been in the industry, how long they have been chasing their dream.

I hope you learned something new about NU’EST! they deserve the world for their pure talent and all they have gone through, Please support them from now on <3

I don't think people who say we're overreacting about Wonder Woman understand

When you’re a girl, you don’t get to see women be cool, not as often as boys get to see men be cool.

You don’t get to see them fly and fight bad guys and be people you want to BE, do you know what I mean?

Guys get the cool super powers and girls get romance subplots.

Girls with powers are reduced to smaller roles and we have to make up fanfics and extended material that makes them the main character cuz male writers don’t need them for anything but romance plots.

Just look at girls on Tumblr.

Obsessed with white males.

Love em.

Can’t get enough of that white guy named Chris.

Why?

I assume because they’re attractive in every socially constructed way.

And because they get to be the telekinetic, edgy angsty guy whose mom died who deserves all of our sympathy and attention.

So when people say Wonder Woman is a great movie but people are exaggerating how important it is that she be a role model, or that girls should look up to their mothers…

Like you don’t get how cool it is to be able to see someone like you do cool stuff. Your mom is great but she’s mundane, no offense to mothers. She’s not magical, she’s the kind of person you don’t appreciate until you’re older. And she’s not the type of person EVERYONE knows and recognizes and looks up to. Wonder Woman is, well now she really is. And she’s visible, she’s much more tangible, as fictional characters always ARE to mainstream audiences. So little girls get to see this awesome fictional lady…

-and you don’t have to pretend you’re a guy.

You don’t have to pretend that you’re not different from the people we’ve been told are the “desirable” people to be.

Wonder Woman is not only a great movie and a lovely social commentary.

But on a basic level, the more subconscious level of internalized feelings, of self identity and self love ?

I mean, are you a heartless monster or do you really have a problem with girls, and boys too, seeing a woman kick ass and not be the object of desire.

But the person everyone wants to be?

You show girls that they can be awesome, that they have more of a role in human existence than just being shallow love interests and you show boys that there are women they can look up to.

You got this larger than life woman acting as an icon for everyone, and for ONCE, this icon is female. Yes, the human race is represented, and idealized, in super heroes. Who are often male. Which says that our idealized self…is male.

So Wonder Woman being an idealistic superhero, our perfect self, the human shaped being we want to be…well. She’s female and BY WANTING TO BE HER…we say that there is nothing wrong with being female.

And yes yes yes yes argue that they have real life women they could look up to.

But do you really think most little boys want to learn about Madam Curie or Queen Isabella or Antoinette?

That’s boring history stuff.

Wonder Woman reaches a huge audience.

She’s more tangible, for children that is.

She feels more real than stuffy historical figures.

Stop acting like Wonder Woman being a role model is to be underplayed or devalued.

It’s important for people to feel EXCITED and exhilarated by a super hero who’s not a straight white snarky nihilistic male.

It gets their dusty little hearts beating and their minds thinking, hopefully.

Will it change anything politically, no.

Wonder Woman can’t impeach trump unfortunately.

But can it change how girls see themselves, how boys see women, how people look at what it means to be human?

Well maybe.

So TL;DR- shut up. Wonder Woman is amazing. And shame on you for trying to take her away from children, you’re a menace and I need to talk to you, adult to adult.

Cool reminders about early UK punk

- No Mohawks! Absolutely no Mohawks in punk before the 80s, because no working class kid could afford that much hairspray, and DEFINITELY no leather jackets (…with the exception of Sid, of course.) The leather jacket/Mohawk/political patches formula didn’t get big until the middle class kids got into it (and no safety pin facial piercings, either).

- In the early shows, there were usually under a dozen kids who looked anything like “punk-” and when they did, it was a lot of bright colors, BDSM gear, smudged make up, and glitter. But most just wore jeans and tees.

- Most punks were really small, being British and in the 15-20 age range. Basically a bunch of baby beanpoles.

- Punks weren’t cool until ‘79 or ‘80; up til that point, they were basically targets for Teddy Boy (50s rockabilly fans) aggression. The beanpoles took a lot of beatings.

- Punk wasn’t some huge movement. Like I said before, there were only a handful of kids at every show who dressed up. They never looked alike. They never traveled in big packs, with the exception of the Bromley Contingent. They were just teenagers who loved the music and got creative with their looks.

- Most punks were white, since it was Britain and black kids had their own scenes with reggae and dub (though there was still a lot of overlap there), but most, not all- if you whitewash punk, Poly Styrene’ll kick your ass, and Don Letts will film it.

- UK punk started in gay and drag bars (one of which, The Ranch, in Manchester, is still open!), and there were tons of female punks. Poly, The Slits, Souxie and the Banshees, Soo Catwoman, Debbie Juvenile, and beyond- there was no room for homophobia or hypermasculinity.

- Anyway, what I’m trying to say is that I’m tired of seeing UK punk represented as a bunch of big white men in Mohawks and leather jackets throwing punches at each other. Punk belonged to the poor kids who spent their whole lives being told they were nothing but factory fodder, and punk made them realize that if they were trash, then being trash was awesome. It was about equality and empowerment, about realizing that they deserved more than society threw at them. Don’t take that away from them.

(Sources include both of Johnny Rotten’s autobiographies, The Filth and the Fury, Passion is a Fashion/a biography on the Clash, Bernard Sumner’s autobiography, an article on Manchester punk by a journalist who came of age there, and several other photos and articles I’ve stumbled across.)

Why the Disney guys are great

ERIC: He loves his dog. He plays the flute really well and that’s hard to do. Really gentle and sweet. When he found Ariel on the beach he took her home and took care of her. Great smile. Is a chill guy but will also not hesitate to stab and kill an evil sea witch with his boat.

PHILIP: Hears a pretty sound and follows it. Great singing voice. Never realizes that the girl he fell in love with is the princess he’s supposed to marry. Falls so in love that the first thing he does is go to his father and tell him. Has that goofy little hat with a feather. Fought a motherfucking dragon on a cliff.

NAVEEN: Immediately takes off his royal suit into a civilians outfit and disappears playing ukulele. Even though he’s turned into a frog he’s still oozing confidence. Can only mince food, doesn’t know how to do anything else. Made a ring out of scrap even though they’re frogs. Is willing to give everything up as long as Tiana gets her restaurant. Has that nice curl that falls onto his forehead. Unplaceable yet charming accent.

HERCULES: His strength too big for his goddamn body. Goes from zero to a hundred real quick. Even though he can deck a monster in a minute flat he has no idea how to talk to girls. Socially awkward. Good with kids. Can do a push-up on one finger. When told to use his head he took it literally. Punched his uncle, the god of the underworld, in the face.

FLYNN RIDER: Sarcasm galore. The Smolder. Drop dead gorgeous looks. Doesn’t mind that he’s on a wanted poster but does mind that they can’t get his nose right. Is the only one who sees it’s weird to randomly start singing. Can’t fight for shit, barley manages to make do with a frying pan. Has the most ridiculous birth name in Disney history. Got stabbed in the gut but cut Rapunzel’s hair to save her, not at all caring about himself. First words after not dying aren’t “I love you” but “I have a thing for brunettes” because of corse they are.

ADAM: Swooshes his cape around in the shadows like some kind of wannabe batman. Is extra as fuck. Still acts like a child sometimes. Has had no social interaction for years but is trying his best. Gets easily confused. Doesn’t know what to do when he realizes he has feelings for people. Is too shy to tell Belle he loves her. Feels bad the second after he scares Belle away. Would literally rather die then live without the girl he loves. Has the most extra transformation back into a human while everyone else doesn’t.

MAUI: Gets scared easily. Amazing hair. That little face he makes when he can’t use his hook right. Was building a statue of himself in his cave like a dork. Magic tattoos. Can’t fish to save his life. Gave humans fire and wind and coconuts. That smirk he does, you know the one. Great sense of humor. Did everything he could think of to make humans happy so they would like him. Was a total puppy when he got his hook back and fixed.

FERDINAND: So fucking sweet and gentle. Has a name that tells us he doesn’t even need Snow White for animals to follow him around. Sings to Snow White when she’s on her balcony like a modern day Romeo. Knows when Snow White went missing because he kept visiting and goes to look for her right away. Is literally heartbroken when he finds her, thinking she’s dead and is overjoyed when she wakes up. A good boy, a soft boy. Literally has done zero things wrong in his entire life.

ALADDIN: Tricked the genie right off the bat. Jumped right in to help Jasmine with the guards. Steals food but ends up giving it to orphan children living in the street. Is the most selfless person in Agrabah. Quick thinker and can outsmart anyone. Is one of the only Disney princes who actually know how to sword fight. Has matching hats with his pet monkey.

LI SHANG: Sexuality crisis. “You fight good”. Turns a bunch of losers into warriors. Rarely ever wears a shirt for some reason. Tries out his new title of captain alone in his tent all exited like a little kid. Doesn’t give up, not once, on anything. Would literally die for Mulan. Fine as hell.

CHARMING: Gets bored at his own ball. Is a hopeless romantic. Doesn’t care for people who gush over him because he’s the prince, and in fact took interest in Cinderella because she was the only one not doing that. Jumped out a window for Cinderella. Is a super supportive husband. Went door to door looking for Cinderella, determined to find her no matter what. Good dancer.

FELIX: Doesn’t know how to be mean. Considers totally harmless words bad language. Ridiculously short. That video game sound when he jumps. Thinks that by saying Ralph’s catchphrase it will give him Ralph’s power to wreck stuff as well. Can speak qbertese. Dripping with southern farm boy charm. Is a shit dancer but that’s what makes it fun to watch. After accidentally triggering Calhoun he respects her making him leave and never uses the phrase again. Pulls Vanellope back from danger on the rainbow bridge and then makes sure she stays behind him. “Do you think they’ll stop there?” “YES!”


(( If I missed any that you want to see, just let me know & I’ll make a part 2! ))

what she says: im fine
what she means: it’s so wonderful that phil lester dyes his hair black because he wants it to stand out, just like his personality. it’s truly beautiful that dan howell encourages this and loves phil the way he is despite his quirks. phil lester is the most unique human being on earth. he just shines so brightly in the middle of a bland world, everything about him being so distinct. his blue eyes and pale skin and black hair and red lips make him look like snow white, and just like said comparison, he is kind to everyone, as well as attracting animals and uncommon people left and right. phil lester is a genuinely creative, lovely, and so, so unique person. and i would die for him without a second thought.

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Pansexual Luna


Luna has never liked labels: 

 • The first person she liked in a romantic sense was a young centaur named Artemis; who she met in her second year. 

• He sat with her and talked to her about the stars and there was something about him that made her feel accepted.

 • She’s sitting with Artemis in her fourth year, when he tells her that his partner is pregnant.

 • She is happy for him of course, but there’s an odd feeling in the pit of her stomach that doesn’t quite feel like indigestion.

• “Oh”, she thinks later, “this must be jealousy”

She never acts on it of course, but it does make her curious, Ginny only ever talked about liking boys, was she different?

 • She goes to the ministry with Harry & co and fights as hard as she can. Maybe it’s dangerous, she thinks, but at least it’s right.

In her fifth year, she talks to Cho. She tells her about Artemis, because the fawn has been born and she isn’t sure what to do. She’s not upset, but she’s not sure what she’s feeling about Ginny, and she doesn’t know of anyone else who has liked a Centaur and a Girl. 

• Cho asks her if she’s a lesbian.

 • “No I don’t think so, because Artemis was a male.” 

• Cho asks her if she’s bisexual.

• “What’s that?” Luna asks back, not sure she likes all these different terms.

• “Its where you like boys and girls.” Cho responds calmly, she understands this can be hard to grasp.

• Luna fiddles with the corkscrew necklace around her neck and feels a sense of unease within her. She doesn’t like restrictions.

• “Is there a sexuality where I can just like what I like? I don’t mind what someone looks like, or their gender, or anything else. I don’t want to limit who I can love. It’s what’s on the inside that counts.“ 

• Cho smiles and replies, and Luna rolls the word pansexual around in her mouth.

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 • In Eighth year, Luna is sure she likes Ginny Weasley. She’s very sure, actually

 • It was all a bit messy, because Harry and Ginny had a huge fight because the other didn’t seem committed.

• Later, Harry comes over to her and asks for her help. He doesn’t know what to do, because he thinks he has feelings for someone else, a boy. But he liked Ginny, he did, so what’s wrong with him?

 • Luna talks to Harry, and helps him understand that it’s not all black as white. Harry feels most comfortable with “bisexual”. Luna explains this to Ginny too, because Ginny doesn’t understand the difference between bisexual and pansexual at first, and Luna doesn’t like it when people get the two mixed up.

 • Ginny and Harry break up the next day. Luna smiles, because she saw the looks Harry was giving Draco long before this. But everything takes its time.

 • Luna is lying on the hill by the lake with Ginny in the summer. She’s got her hands outstretched, Ginny’s making her a daisy chain. She smiles.

• “Oh,” Luna thinks. “This must be what it feels like to be in love.

• Ginny kisses Luna after a quidditch game. She flew like a hurricane to the Gryffindor stands, where Luna could be found with Neville and Hannah Abbot. 

• Luna smiles all the way through the kiss, while the people around her all cheer.

 • Luna doesn’t like labels, but when Ginny holds a ring up to her with a hopeful smile on her face, Luna thinks “wife” sounds quite nice.


So I’m hanging out in my apartment, I’ve got some candles lit, I’m feeling good, I’ve had eight glasses of wine.

Gotcha.

And down in the street I hear these two beautiful boys playing. They’re skateboarding, they’re doing flips or something. And one of them looks up at me and has the most beautiful face I’ve ever seen. Asian.

Beautiful.

And you know how I like a little Asian. Remember my date with Len?

Very well.

The point is I say “woohoo boys,” and they sort of look. The one who isn’t Asian is black.

T-th y- you don’t have t- this could be a color-blind story.

I wanna fill it with color.

Yeah but I’m just saying, there’s like a race problem in Hollywood.

And in America. A race-ISM problem.

I agree.

Well this story isn’t racist. It’s diverse. If everyone in it was white, -then- it would be racist, Caleb Gallo.

Y'know what? You’re right. Go ahead.

So the boys come up to my apartment and I’m wearing a robe. I’m -only- wearing a robe. And I say “why don’t you come in my boudoir and watch me do a monologue” and they say “where’s the bed?” and I say “this is the bed right here” and they say “can we sit on the bed” and I say “sure but these are expensive Japanese linen” and they say “but they’re not even soft” … and I say… “Sometimes… things that are expensive… are worse.”

i hate villain discourse thats basically like “liking villains was okay when they were queer coded but now theres no excuse because theyre all representative of white boys with little self control and anger issues and violent impulses and and and” mental illness. that is the term you’re looking for here. villains are coded as mentally ill. mentally ill people are oppressed. 

like i don’t think fictional characters need to represent a sufficiently marginalized real life group in order for people to be ““allowed”” to like them but even if you’re working within that paradigm, most villains-and in particular the villains whose fans take the most shit-are coded as mentally ill. and a lot of those fans specifically identify with those villains because they themselves are mentally ill. 

concept i am currently thinking about:

“i’m sorry, stan.” his mother told him. “i can’t do this anymore.” 

stan uris is fourteen when he accidentally drops his mother’s wedding ring down the sink. 

he screamed at her earlier that night, because she cooked food while wearing it. he screamed at her until she took it off, and showed him how recently it had been cleaned. it was far from clean. it had small specks of grime in the cracks between the stones, and the band was smudged for long wear. it was disgusting, and now the germs in it were in his food and all over the entire goddamned kitchen and on his clothes and probably already in his mouth. he sneaks into her room in the middle of the night and slips it off her finger again and when he tries to scrub it off with a toothbrush it slips and then it’s down the sink and she’s crying but all he can think about is washing his hands. 

stan uris takes steps carefully, so his feet fall evenly between the tiles as he’s paraded down sterile white halls until they come to a desk. 

“hi,” his mother says, “he’s here for group therapy.” 

the woman behind the desk tries to shake his hand.

he stares at her. 

he’s told as he walks down the hall how good this will be for him, to have children his own age to relate to. the doors swing open on the most motley looking crew he had literally ever seen. the girl with short, scruffy red hair and scabs on her chin, and the boy who looks like he could snap in two at any given moment and the only one he recognizes is the one he barely knew in middle school but his brother disappeared and his stutter got so bad no one could fucking understand him and they shipped him off to some boarding school for it. 

“all of these children have ocd?” his mother asks tentatively

“oh, no,” the nurse explains, “derry is a small town. this is a collective group of children that need solace, for various reasons.”

stan won’t sit down until they let him wipe down the seat with wet wipes. 

they sit in silence and wait because the last of them is late. a boy with enormous glasses and clear authority issues is all but shoved in exactly seven minutes and thirty six seconds after when they should have started and the first thing the boy says is “what time is this over?”

and then, sitting there in their circle of seven, he listens to each of their names, ben bev bill mike richie eddie, and he can only think of one thing on a continuous loop

this will never work. 

(a/n this is a brain child of mine if u have thoughts on this pls send them myway i will love u forever)

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Title: The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell

Summary: "Trini sighed and was about to swipe left because she wasn’t interested in looking for love right now. Tinder is just… Tinder. It’s all just a game to her. 

That is until she accidentally swipes up.

‘You Super Liked Kimberly!’“

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Trimberly Week: Day 1: Coffee shop, college, fake dating au

ps. there’s more social media au edits if you read this mess of a story :)

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Crutchie and the Top Bunk

I keep seeing posts with people saying stuff like “If Crutchie couldn’t even come to the window, how was he on the top bunk Jack??????”

I dunno about you guys, but I imagine the reason might have something to do with the fact that Snyder is an abusive asshole who enjoys treating kids like crap.

I mean, think about it. Crutchie is practically dragged to the Refuge by his bad leg, where he gets roughed around some more by Snyder who keeps asking for information on the strike. Crutchie, of course, says nothing until Snyder decides to give his interrogation a rest for now. Crutchie is then stripped of any personal belongings and is told that he’ll be escorted to his bunk. He’s practically carried there by Snyder and another boy, he can hardly move after all. They get to the room, and looking around, there aren’t a lot of bunks open. There’s already at least three boys piled into each bed, and most of them don’t look eager to add another into their already crowded sleeping arrangements.

So Snyder decides to be a bit more horrible to the already suffering boy in hopes of making him give up the newsies plans and tells him he’ll be sleeping on one of the top bunks, to keep him “away from the vermin”.

And Crutchie’s face just goes really white as he realizes what’s actually happening, that he’s being punished further, but he doesn’t say anything because god knows Snyder doesn’t like “back talk”. So without a word, he limps over to the bunk and braces himself. Another boy, a bit taller than him, comes by to help. He doesn’t say a word, but he looks at Crutchie like he wishes he could do something. But instead, the boy boosts him up as quickly as he can so as to get it over with.

Crutchie nearly blacks out after he’s hoisted onto the top. His ribs and leg are screaming, his vision is blurry, and he wants to cry because Jack promised he’d never end up in a place as terrible as this and he doesn’t know how long he’s going to last. He hears Snyder over the ringing in his ears sneer something about being back to question him later, and how if anyone decides to take pity on the crippled boy and switch bunks with him they’ll find themselves sleeping in the cellar for a few weeks.

Crutchie sleeps fitfully after that, quick bouts of rest interrupted every time he shifts the wrong way and feels like he’s about to pass out from the pain. A day goes by, and the next evening he finds himself writing to Jack, though he has no idea how he’d even manage to deliver a letter from inside the Refuge. When he finishes, it’s back to trying his best to ignore the emptiness of his stomach and the aches from his wounds.

He cries out when somebody shakes his shoulder a few hours later, but stops when he’s told there’s a Jack Kelly at the window for him. In his excitement, Crutchie makes to climb down off the bunk and immediately regrets it when he suddenly can’t breathe. His vision tunnels, but amidst the pain he does catch a glimpse of a familiar face staring at him, horrified, through the metal bars of the window.

When he can manage to catch his breath and the intense throbbing in his leg dulls to an ache, Crutchie shakily retrieves his letter from the folds of his shirt, handing it off to the boy who’d helped him up during his first night. He watches Jack’s face as he’s told why Crutchie can’t come to the window, and feels a weight lift from his shoulders when the letter is pressed into Jack’s shaking hands. There’s a brief moment where Crutchie thinks Jack is going to read the letter right then and there, but thankfully he doesn’t, tucking it instead into his shirt pocket with care.

They make eye contact from across the room, both wishing they could be just a bit closer to the other. But in the end, there’s nothing either of them can do. Jack mouths “I’ll be back for ya’”, the tear tracks on his face glinting silver in the moonlight, and Crutchie smiles back as convincingly as he can and pretends just for a second that Jack really will be able to rescue him.

Then Jack drops out of sight from the window, and Crutchie breaks.

daleks-are-my-mates  asked:

Hi mom, today is my 18th birthday, and i was wondering if you would write literally ANY fantasy based au for Mingyu?? I know how much you like to write them and i get sad that no one asks for them... So here i am !!! Love u

ahhh happy birthday!!!! i can’t believe my first thought with mingyu was to write a lost wolfboy au,,,,,,,it’s p playful so i hope u like it!!!

  • you first start noticing the vegetables in your garden go missing when you go out to check on your cabbages and all of them have bite marks in them,,,,,,
  • half the carrots have been uprooted from the ground, and your poor pumpkin patch is a mess
  • nothing hurts a young farmer more than knowing there’s a night thief up to work in their town so instead of sitting around in the dirt pouting, you hatch a plan for a stake-out
  • and tbh,,,,you thought it would be easier
  • sitting on your porch overlooking your garden, a good book at your side as well as a pair of old binoculars you found rummaging through your attic
  • whatever neighborhood troublemaker thought they would get away with trespassing one more time wasn’t going to have it coming - even though you weren’t so sure what you would do if you actually caught them
  • but the thought was pushed out of your mind, you just wanted to know who was doing this!
  • at half past 2 am, with the crescent moon sparkling in the sky and your eyes threatening to give up on you - you hear a nose that spooked you from your sleep
  • quickly, you groped around for the binoculars and once you had them you looked toward the side of your garden where the urgent rustling was coming from
  • there he was - a body hunched over your patch of cabbages
  • for a moment you thought there was something else with them,,,some kind of animal??? it kept swishing back and forth,,,,,a dogs tail???
  • either way, you crept around the side of the patch until jumping up from your position with a “THIEF!” loudly echoing through the night 
  • the person stopped digging, looking up at you with widened eyes and you almost choked on your surprise,,,,,
  • gazing curiously back at you was most definitely a boy,,,,,,a human boy
  • with a human face, hands, and bare chest,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,yet two dog like ears were high at alert in his mess of hair
  • and that swishing wasn’t a small animal,,,,it was this boys,,,,tail?!?!?!?!
  • you dropped the binoculars you were holding and his eyes darted from them back up to you
  • even in the dark, you could see his mouth was open, hairy hands clamped tight around a cabbage head
  • his teeth were glittering white with two sharp fangs, longer than the rest of his teeth, shone 
  • “,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,woof?”
  • he gave a shrug of his shoulder in an attempt to copy the noise of a household dog
  • but you just stared at him because,,,, woof??????? woof wasn’t going to cut it no no not when whatever he was,,,,,,,,,,had just been caught red handed with YOUR food
  • “w,,,why are you st-stealing my vegetables?!??!?”
  • you finally managed to push out, even though the real question you wanted to ask was “are you,,,,half dog? wolf? what are you?”
  • the boy’s nose twitched
  • “because yours are the best ones?”
  • “YOUVE BEEN STEALING FROM OTHERS?!??!”
  • wincing, the boy dropped the cabbage in his hand and stood
  • while he was crouched down you couldn’t tell, but at his full stance he was now much taller ,,,,,,,,,,, and much scarier than before
  • his bare chest was tan and toned, arms muscular and intimidating. his eyes briefly flashed yellow within the turns of brown and you could see the long nails of his fingers
  • “im hungry, the forest is far.”
  • his voice is flat, but you can see that there is a stress on ‘forest’,,,,,,,,,,that’s where he must be from
  • but then again,,,,,what was he - wasn’t the forest full of actual wolves not,,,,half-wolf people,,,,,
  • you didn’t dare question it, rather just furrow your eyebrows and realize one) you should have thought this through two) let’s not get mauled by those nails three) he’s got a cute face for a vegetable-robber-wolf-boy ,,,,,,,,,,,,wait what
  • instead you chose to strike up peace, “i can give you some food from inside, you know, instead of you pulling up my half-ripe cabbages.”
  • his ears perked up immediately, a smile forming on his face that further more showed off his impressive fangs
  • “food?!”
  • he took a step forward and leaned his head down, pressing it to yours
  • in fear - you jumped back and a look of confusion coated his momentarily happy expression
  • “im,,, not the food,,,” you said in a shaky voice and his expression turned back into laughter
  • “i know!! i don’t eat humans. i like vegetables and ,,,, chicken?”
  • he smiled again and this time that thought about him being cute drifted back into your head
  • “ok, i have both of that c–c–come inside,,,”
  • happily trailing behind you like a wanderlust puppy, the boy came into your home and immediately dropped back to all fours
  • it startled you but he just looked eagerly around
  • “do i have to catch the chicken?” he pondered, on high alert for any animals inside your kitchen
  • “n-no, i have some already just ,,, just stay there.”
  • quickly, you made a mess of a plate of left over chicken legs and tossed salad you had from your dinner
  • you set it onto a plate, but realized that might not be the viable option
  • so without further ado you threw it all together into a cooking pot and carefully, oh so carefully, set it in front of the boy
  • in your life, you had never ever seen someone eat so fast
  • it was actually rather impressive to watch, and when he was done he licked at his face with his tongue, much in the way dogs do
  • you stiffed a giggle and reached for a napkin from the table
  • “here” you put it out and curiously, he sniffed it
  • “i can’t eat that.” he stated and you rolled your eyes at yourself,,,,,,,,werewolves don’t know what napkins are
  • “you use it to clean see?” you rubbed the napkin against your cheek but the boy only tilted his head, ears flopping a bit to the side
  • “ok ok come here”
  • you were only half surprised when the command worked and he made his way over, gently you rubbed at the spot beside his lip till the reminisce of chicken was gone
  • “all full?”
  • you asked and he nodded
  • “listen, ill leave some food out for you at night from now on. please stop uprooting my hard-work ok?”
  • you asked,,,,seeing the slightly dejected look overcome the boy but then he perked up once again
  • “im mingyu, who are you?”
  • you were surprised to hear his name, but told him your own
  • repeating it aloud, mingyu looked into your eyes - the yellow swimming through his iris
  • “you’re,,,, a good human”
  • “i am?” you asked almost dryly, but mingyu’s vigorous nod made you smile too
  • “ok, this good human needs to sleep now - so go back to,,,,,,the forest? and if you want some food feel free to knock on the back porch door”
  • you pointed to it and mingyu turned to look over his shoulder before looking at you and , more slowly this time, pushing his head to yours
  • this time you didn’t jerk back,,,perhaps this was a wolf boys way of saying thanks?
  • you stayed like that for a minute or so, your cheeks getting hot under the intense gaze
  • till mingyu pulled back, getting up off your floor and heading to the door
  • you were about to indulge in the image of your rugged, wolf boy leaving you for the forest when you realized he couldn’t get the back door open
  • with a laugh, you got up and helped him and before running off into the night mingyu leaned in again
  • and this time gave what you assumed was a small lick to the side of your lips
  • he said your name and then ran off, at some point you thought his entire body had shifted into that of a wolves, but you touched the wet spot on your cheek and gave out a sigh
  • a lick on the cheek was definitely grosser than a kiss, but who could blame a poor garden-robbing-cute-wolfboy for not knowing the difference LOL 
but honestly tho

fob sounded SO G O O D tonight and they were all so smiley and excited…patrick was dancing around getting his signature White Boy Moves out full force. pete has a snazzy new haircut and when i yelled at him NICE HAIR PETE he yelled back THANKS and patted his own head. joe looked absolutely content being able to play that night like he was truly having a good time. andy did cute little waves at the crowd, which spent every quiet intermission yelling ANDY 愛してるよ!!!and the likes.
most of all they all looked healthy and generally in jolly good mood and i feel so thankful for them gahhhhh

A Hell of a Night

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 2745

Author’s Note: Heyo! In honors of New Years and with @lovefilledtragedy‘s help I have created this cute ass fic… literally. My heart swooned while writing it, so I hope you guys end up enjoying it!!


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I just finished watching “The End of the F***king World” on Netflix and honestly it was pretty great. I was pretty hesitant at first just because the main character looks like one of those white boys that true crime fetishists masturbate to but I moved past that and I’d say it was worth it. I’m not going to spoil anything other than triggers but the things that I loved the most were the beautiful camera shots and environments. The characters were interesting and believable and their actions are the result of their trauma but aren’t excused because they were still horrible choices. I loved how the audience would hear their inner dialogue right before they spoke to show how much they hid their real feelings. It was a great touch. The comedy was my favorite type; the comedic tragedy. It’s the type that will have you hysterically laughing as a man is dying on the floor because the scenes are so well set up and awkward. And most of all it’s uncomfortable but I think that’s the charm of it. Also there are 2 lesbian detectives and a dude named Frodo who are like the best characters to me.

Some triggers I can remember from the top of my head would be: murder (duh), body horror, abuse, self harm, molestation (episode 2), attempted rape (episode 3), animal deaths (episode 1+7), suicide shown on screen (episode 5), flashing images, drug use, underage drinking, vomit. (If I missed any please tell me)

Overall I would recommend it if you are able to handle these situations and it’s only 8 episodes at 22 minutes a piece so you can easily get through it in one afternoon.

IRISH, YOU WOULD KISS ME [GEORGE WEASLEY]

request: “George x Reader where it’s the quidditch World Cup and she and George go shopping at the stands and she buys a pair of panties that say "Irish you would kiss me” and George accidentally/purposely sees them on her later after the Irish win….(please be fluffy and/or smutty thanks!)“ — by @immobulusmalfoy

a/n: welp, as i have already established numerous of times that i do not write smut, i changed the request a little bit (so sorry) to fit my no-smut writing lmao. sorry too if it’s too short. hope you like it anyways. x

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❝ He’ll save us. ❞

Plot: Hoseok is a mafia boss and  you’re suddenly kidnapped by one of his rival/enemy and he tried to save you. 

Pairing: HoseokxReader 

Words count: 2,3k+

Genre: Mafia!Au 

For anon, Hope you like it! - M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

“See you later.”  

With that phrase you bowed to him and caressed his cheek with your lips, ripping one of those smiles you adored.  

Jung Hoseok struggled to smile since he had had to take over the reins of the father’s criminal empire. Before it was totally different, he was aware of the father’s affairs but it was always far away. He always smiled and you fell in love with that smile every day, but without confessing to him what you felt for fear of being rejected.  

Then the change. Hoseok had gone from being an incredibly solar and positive guy to being a ruthless leader of one of Seoul’s most influential mafia associations. He was the only one with whom Im Jaebum, the most feared boss, had narrowed a strange but functioning alliance.  

And from that day he had stopped smiling.  

It was strange to you to see that change happen, but that didn’t stop you from loving him. You were the daughter of her father’s right arm, you grew up together, that life didn’t scare you anymore.  

At the delicate touch of your mouth, he grazed your forearm, but leave his eyes onto the papers he had in front. You didn’t mind he’s not paying attention at that time, you knew what problems were on the horizon and you didn’t want to bother him too much.  

“I love you” You whispered in his ear, returning to an upright position and with a small nod of the hand you greeted his “bodyguard”. Not that he needed it, but he was still happy to keep a ruthless serial killer close by; for any eventuality. “Bye Yoongi” You added gently moving the hand and the boy didn’t smile, but a little smirk drew on his lips and you giggled because it was the only way he saluted her.  

Without saying more you came out of his office and with tranquillity you found the exit of the great mansion where you lived for three years.  

“Y/N!”  

You turned to the voice that had just called you back, smiling at Jimin who was walking a quick step towards you; “What happened Jimin??”  

“The boss told me to come with you. You know, he’s a little worried. ”  

The idea of having a bodyguard didn’t surprise you, but without arguing you accepted that situation and you would be in the car once he opened the door to you.  

Park Jimin was what Jung Hoseok was no longer. Despite being a member of the mafia as his husband, still hard to believe that you had married your lover a year earlier, Jimin kept a certain sweetness; Both in his lines and in his behaviors. For this was he who was often assigned to your escort; because he was the one with you were more comfortable with.  

“Are you worried, Y/N?”  

“For Hobi..”  

“The boss will not let that idiot of Minjae ruin everything that was built in these years.” He tried to reassure you, but the sense of nausea caused by anxiety didn’t disappear; “Y/N, would you love him more if he wasn’t who he is?”  

“Jimin I grew up with him.. What he’s, doesn’t identify who he is. ”  

Your sincere answer made the raven black haired boy, who sat by your side and drove quietly through the streets of Seoul, smiling. You failed to understand why he smiled so openly and gently, so you turned to him and watched him carefully.  

That was the last thing you remembered before everything became dark.  

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Fast Firsts and Sloppy Seconds  (a Manorian/Rowaelin AU)

NOTE: This is a piece very near and dear to my heart!! Welcome to my very first TOG fic, and second fic overall! This is kind of a celebration of hitting 100 followers, and kind of a celebration of ACOWAR, but first and foremost, this is a gift for my girl @highlady-casandra. You’re pretty cool, I guess and I love you so so much but you already knew that <3 but also I really hope you’re sleeping right now or we’ll have to fight  Second, it goes to to my fellow Revolutionaries,  @miladyaelin  @snaps7@jxmessjrjuspottcr @throneofstars @fictionalcharactersaremyreality, y’all are the true heroes ;) Third, for @propshophannah, my favorite SJM blog and one of my favorite writers for this fandom, who is a hero in her own right for a million reasons. Thanks for existing. Last but not least, this one’s this is for all of you guys reading it!! I hope you enjoy, and I hope I didn’t butcher them too bad! ( @meabhd You’re a queen and amazing artist and I hope I didn’t butcher your accent/country too much :/ ) Without further ado, here we go!


Dorian and Aelin burst into the small lively Irish pub. Well, “burst” was kind of a strong word, considering how bogged down they were by their huge backpacks. The two friends had decided to travel across Europe after their college graduation. It was supposed to be a group of them, but they’d lost Lys and Aedion back in Italy. Chaol was supposed to meet them in Dublin – but that was if they ever made it there. The huge storm had come out of nowhere, and their flight had been redirected. Aelin had insisted they try to catch a ferry to continue on to Dublin – but when the huge waves had almost flipped over the boat, she conceded, and they were dropped off on the beach in some other part of Ireland. Trudging up the long hill, they finally came to the bustling pub – the only awake part of the small sea town. Gasping for breath and dripping wet, they glanced around for an empty table in the crowded bar, and spotted a couple getting up in the corner. They quickly grabbed the table before anyone else had a chance, pulling the massive weights off of their backs and flopping into the hard wooden chairs.

They could feel the heat of the packed pub seeping into their bodies. Groups of people danced around, producing more and more warmth as they jumped and whirled to the tune of the lively reel. The band in the corner looked like they’d been playing for a while, empty beer bottles scattered around their feet as they played.

They took a few minutes to settle down – wringing the water out of their soaked shirts. Aelin was running a hand through her long blonde hair, trying to untangle the wet tresses, when Dorian shook his head at her like a dog, spraying water everywhere. It was at this moment that the waitress walked over, a hand on her hip and a smirk on her face as she watched Aelin smack him repeatedly.

She stopped quickly when she noticed the gorgeous girl. A tray was balanced against her hip, and she had a long, messy white braid over one shoulder, along with a wicked grin on her bright red lips. “Name’s Manon,” she drawled, her Irish accent washing over them. “What can I get you lot?”

Dorian cleared his throat, quickly running a hand through his hair in an effort to look presentable. He began to stumble over his words as his eyes ran over her lithe, muscular body. “I – uh – we – do you have any, um, menus?”

She snorted, raising an eyebrow at the boy. No – man. He was in his early twenties at least. Her eyes quickly flashed to his flexing muscles as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. He was broad, tall, and all around gorgeous. His bright blue eyes avoided hers as she watched him squirm under her golden gaze. “Aye, o’ course lad, would you like some gold rimmed plates, too? What d’you think this is? A palace, princeling?” She rolled her eyes, scowling at the gorgeous man. Why was it always the pretty ones that were like this?

“I’ll take a Guiness –”Aelin’s cool voice cut in, as Dorian struggled to regain his composure. “And some food. We’re both starving.”

“Aye, and soaked through the bone,” Manon mumbled, glancing at their wet clothes. She let out a deep sigh as she crossed her impossibly long legs. “I’ll see what the boys can dig up – kitchen’s supposed to close any minute now.”

The full weight of her golden gaze turned back to Dorian, a smirk on her face as she watched him startle under the attention. “Anything else I can get you, princeling?”

He cleared his throat and narrowed his stormy blue eyes as he forced a smirk on his face. “A double shot of whiskey, please.” He winked at her then, feeling the bravery re-enter his voice. “Need something to help warm me up.”

“Aye,” she smirked, “and some of that Irish courage will do you good, as well.”

With that, she turned, making her way back to the bar. He couldn’t help but stare at her enticing hips as they moved from side to side. Just like she’d wanted him to.

He was cute, this American boy. Kind of ridiculous, but cute.

Soon enough she was back with their drinks, shot Dorian some heated looks, and was off again. He wasn’t usually a one night stand kind of guy, in most situations. But for her? For her he’d make an exception. Miles of long legs were barely covered by a pair of ripped jean shorts. She had on a loose red t-shirt, further accenting her bright red lips. Yet, even in the simple outfit, she looked like a queen. His queen.

Aelin rolled her eyes watching Dorian eye-fuck the white-haired beauty. Aelin thought she was kind of a bitch, but Dorian never listened to her opinions on his conquests. He was usually more of a relationship guy, but she could tell that this time he just didn’t care. And she wasn’t drunk enough to put up with his shenanigans.

With a heavy sigh, she stood up from her seat to get another drink. Dorian barely paid her any attention as his eyes followed the waitress, watching her float from table to table, laughing heartily as she flirted with everyone, lighting up the room with her smile.


Aelin stepped up to the bar, the barkeep nowhere to be found. She eyed the empty seat in the corner and decided to take it right as she noticed someone else about to make a move. It’s not like Dorian was much better company. She ran a hand through her long blonde hair, still wet from the rain. She’d opted to keep her soaked sweatshirt on, wearing nothing but a small tank top underneath. But between the grossly wet fabric against her skin and the heat of the pub, she was leaning closer and closer to taking the damn thing off. Finally, she gave in, ripping off the soaking wet hoodie. And of course, this was the moment the barkeep chose to arrive.

Rowan Blackthorn couldn’t help but watch, shell-shocked, as the blonde beauty pulled the dark sweatshirt off of her curvy torso. As if the barely-there lace tank top wasn’t bad enough, it slowly slipped up her body as she struggled with the sweatshirt. And there, in that moment, he knew he was absolutely fucked. He cleared his throat as he stepped up across from her, averting his eyes.

“What can I get you, lass?” His voice was a soft sensual rumble, but she couldn’t really properly enjoy it in her struggle.

“Right now,” she grunted, “a hand would be nice.” He winced at the fact that he was completely and totally about to begin his descent into hell, and reached over to pull the girl’s sweatshirt off.

She was suddenly greeted by six feet and four inches of pure muscle. She wasn’t exactly short, but the bartender towered over her. His short white hair was cut close to his head. Gaelic tattoos trailed down half of his face and one of his arms,clearly showing off his heritage. His bright green eyes caught her gaze, and she found herself unable to look away. “Um, thanks,” she mumbled, reaching to grab the sweatshirt that he was holding out to her.

They stood there then, just like that, watching each other. He took in her wet blonde hair that fell just to her shoulders, and her tight light pink tank top. At least it wasn’t see-through. Then he would have definitely lost it.

“Y’know,” she teased, trying to lighten the mood, “normally I don’t let guys undress me until after I’ve learned their name.”

He snorted at that. “Is that all it takes with you, then?” Shit. He couldn’t stop himself. The words were already out, but he’d immediately regretted them. Well, that was that, he supposed.

She narrowed her eyes at the man. As pretty as he might be, she wouldn’t put up with any bullshit he was presenting her with. “Give me another Guiness,” she snapped. He raised an eyebrow before turning around to grab it without another word. He pulled the cap of the beer straight off with his hands, the asshole. The muscles in his arms tensed and relieved as he accomplished it, and Aelin just about died.

It was in this moment that Manon sauntered over, two plates in hand. “Are you goin’ back t’yer boyfriend there, or are you stayin’ over here?”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” she scowled, reaching out a hand for one of the two plates. “On a good day he’s my friend. Right now though, he’s my pain in the ass. So yeah, I’ll eat over here.” Manon smirked as Aelin finally accepted the Guiness Rowan had been holding out.

She walked away, an extra bounce in her step as she once again made her way to Dorian. Aelin rolled her eyes at the predatory smirk that was growing on her friend’s face. It looked like he’d found his footing fast enough. She turned back to her beer, and the asshole of a bartender.

He’d begun to clean a glass, obviously trying to look anywhere but at her. She scoffed, rolling her eyes, and turning her attention to her meal.

Rowan was a fucking idiot. Yeah, Rowan. Great idea. Get the gorgeous girl to like you by insulting her. That always works. Then again, he was sort of out of practice. And more than that, she was only here for, what, a day? Two maximum? He was willing to bet the storm had rolled her in, and she’d be leaving as soon as it was over. Slowly shaking his head, he sighed. Rowan didn’t have time for more attachments to beautiful women who were just going to leave. So maybe being an asshole was a good idea.

Except then he heard the moan slip out of her mouth. And every logical thought left his head as his entire body stiffened at the sound.

“God,” she sighed, “who the hell is your cook, and can I marry him?”

Rowan cleared his throat, straining to talk as her husky voice just played over and over in his head.

Shit.

He was in such deep, unending shit.

“We have two cooks,” he grumbled, trying to prevent his voice from cracking as he watched her lick her fingers, unable to look away.

His words ran away from him as he watched her dip her soda bread in the Irish Stew and take a large bite, letting out another long, low moan. “Please tell me whichever one made this stew is single.”

A low growl built in his throat, the sight much too sensual to bear. That moan. However good that stew was, it couldn’t taste nearly as delicious as he was sure she did. What he wouldn’t give to have her thighs around his head, how she would moan then –

He grit his teeth, shook his head, and forced himself to look away, discretely adjusting his pants as he once again tried and failed to regain his composure. At the sound of bickering voices coming up behind him, Rowan let out a small sigh of relief. Saved by the devils.

“Fenrys, Connal!” He called behind him, welcoming the distraction. And then he remembered what she was wearing. And that he’d been an asshole. And that she had wanted to marry one of the two idiots. And suddenly regretted everything. “You have an admirer,” he ground out. He hesitated, cautiously glancing at Aelin once again as she slowly enjoyed the bread, her eyes closed and a soft smile on her face. He began to smile as well, and then stopped, scowling instead. Remember. Lyria. With that thought in his head, he stormed down the walkway behind bar to go pour some other drinks.


Aelin opened her eyes at the sound of the barkeep stomping away. Her eyes were quickly drawn to the tightness of his pants against what she assumed was his equally tight ass. Dear god. She quickly looked away, chastising herself. She shouldn’t pine after what she knew she couldn’t have.  She didn’t even know his name.

It was then that she found the twins stepping up to her behind the bar. Both were well-built, with gorgeous dark eyes, and deep tans to their skin. They seemed older than the barkeep. The one on the left was easily the most beautiful man she’d seen in her life. He had long golden hair and a mischievous grin on his lips, easily accompanying his onyx eyes that held her favorite kind of sinful promises. The other was just as beautiful, though with long dark hair, and thoughtful dark eyes. He seemed calmer – more melancholy in a way. The dark to the other’s light. Though for some reason, neither could compare to the bartending buzzard.

She took a sip of her beer and grinned at the twins who were eyeing her just the same. The blond was unashamedly appreciating her figure under the tank top, offering her a wolfish grin, hinting that cooking wasn’t the only thing he was good at doing with his hands. Meanwhile the dark-haired twin simply stepped back, leaning against the bar and rolling his eyes at his brother’s behavior.

“Name’s Fenrys,” the blond purred, holding out a large hand for her to shake. She took it slowly, feeling the calluses in his palm as her eyes met the heat in his.

“Aelin.” She smiled coolly, dropping his hand and returning to the stew, feigning aloofness. She could eat politely when she wanted to. And now that the beautiful barkeep wasn’t around, she had no reason not to. She almost laughed thinking back to his attempts at discretely readjusting his pants. As though his lust for her wasn’t entirely obvious. I hope you hate every minute of it, she thought, glaring at his gorgeous broad back.

“So,” Fenrys drawled, dragging her attention back to him. “Is our dear cousin Rowan treating you well? Irish hospitality and all that?”

Rowan. Gorgeous name for a gorgeous man. Her eyes followed him as he poured out shots for a group of boys who looked just barely legal. Then she dragged them back to Fenrys, and lifted one shoulder in a lazy shrug, her face entirely blank. “Well enough, I suppose.” She took another small bite of the stew, even though all she really wanted was to devour it.

“You know,” Fenrys murmured, his fingers lightly playing with the tips of hers, “I could certainly treat you very well, if you’d let me.”

She drew her hand away from his and placed it under her chin, raising a single eyebrow at his forwardness.

“Since I’m not a dog, I doubt you’ll be surprised to hear I don’t respond well to treats. Though since I’m not entirely certain you’re not a dog, unless you’d like me to rip off your balls so you can play fetch, I suggest you leave me alone.”

Connall barked out a laugh as Fenrys staggered back, an incredulous look on his face. A surprised laugh escaped his lips as he stepped away, reaching for the whiskey and mumbling to himself about crazy American women.

It was at this moment that Rowan walked back over, an aggravated look on his face. He should’ve been relieved that she’d probably already agreed to sleep with Fenrys, but for whatever reason, all he felt was a quiet stifling rage. His shoulder rammed into his cousin’s as he passed by him, stepping up next to Connall.

“Congratulations,” Connall grinned at her, “it’s not often a lass sends my brother off with his tail between his legs.” The two chuckled at the joke between them, Aelin finally smiling again as Rowan stood there, confused.

“What happened to your betrothed?” He bit out, defensive, not allowing himself to hope for what was too good to be true.

Aeliln’s smile turned sensual as her eyes once again roamed over his muscular frame. The heat in them almost burned him as they finally met his once again. “Turns out he wasn’t my type. Too easy.” A smirk spread on her lips as Rowan flinched. Connall chuckled again and began to walk away, clapping Rowan on the shoulder. “This one’s all yours, cousin. Good luck.” He winked at him and continued into the kitchen, finally ready to clean up for the night.

She took a few more bites of her stew, and Rowan went back to methodically cleaning his bar.

He wished he could say he’d forgotten she was there. But he hadn’t. Even with his back turned to her, he could feel her behind him, burning him with her gaze, and then it was almost as if her moans were ringing in his ears again. With a low groan, he wiped down the bar harder, angrily scrubbing.

A mischievous grin stretched across her lips, entirely aware of the affect she had on him. He’s going to sleep with me tonight, and he’s going to like it. And then we’ll see who’s the easy one. She ignored the small voice in her head that pointed out the fact that she would no doubt more than like it as well.

“So, Rowan,” she purred, placing both elbows on the bar and leaning her chin on her intertwined fingers, “tell me about yourself.”

Part 2

Lie to me - Dean Winchester x Reader - Chapter 12 (French Mistake AU)

Title: Lie to me

Pairing: Dean/Jensen x Reader x Sam

Word Count: … oh no

Warnings: None

Imagine: Imagine Dean and Sam getting transported to the French Mistake universe. Only for Dean to realize he is married to you, his best friend, love of his life and… Sam’s girlfriend.

Great thank you to @gaveherhearttotheliontattoo for being an amazing beta!

Also, @iavengesuperwholock is going to be writing a similar story as this, if you want to check another one out!

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She kissed him.”

“Who?” he blinked, pulling away to look at you “What are you talking about?”

“I-” you pursed your lips, blinking when the sentence kept being repeated in your mind. You could still take it back, you could change the subject or shake it off but-

“(Y/n)” you said in a soft voice and the frown on his face made you realize he had not heard a thing, so you cleared your throat and took a deep breath “(Y/n). (Y/n) kissed Jensen, my husband Jensen. Who… is in your place in the Supernatural universe in- in your body.” you couldn’t help the small stuttering but you kept your voice firm so that he could listen to every word. He needed to know before he made any decision.

“Wh-what?” his voice was significantly more rough “How do you know that?” his eyes were slightly wide, and you could almost see he was holding his breath.

“I’ve been having these visions, dreams into your universe, Dean. Moments your (Y/n) lives and shares with Jared and Jensen, and I know she’s been experiencing the same thing. I struggled to understand it too and I- I don’t know how to feel. I mean it is still Jensen, my husband, and I-” you laughed humorlessly “Am I jealous? I- I think I am. Gosh, I am jealous of my own self. Wow this is messed up. But-” you cleared your throat. 

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