this part gave me so many feels

Inexorable (2)

Plot: How does is feel to be arranged to be married to a cocky, arrogant Mafia leader? Once you look at his face, you think you’re lucky, but then he opens his mouth.

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, (eventual) smut, Mafia au!

Notes: Welp, since so many of you asked for it, here is a part two!! There are two other stories which need a continuation as well, so I might keep requests closed for a while.. Sorry about that. I hope you don’t mind. Feel free to ask me questions, though! Ya’ll are so nice to me! 2,053 Words

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (FINAL)

The ride to the vacation home wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. Your husband actually gave you the space you needed. There were brief glares exchanged between the two of you, a whole lot of drinking, and forced slumber – it was a 3 hour ride, after all. 

When the both of you had finally reached, the luggage was taken out by the bodyguards who had come along, and brought to your huge master bedroom. It was twice the size of your father’s office – if not, bigger – the bed was king-sized, and adorned with silk sheets. The walk-in wardrobe was already stacked with clothes for both sexes, making you wonder why you had even brought luggage in the first place.

“Too small, honestly,” Jungkook commented, plopping down on the couch by the fireplace. “My room is bigger than this.”

There he was, ruining the moment again. It was a good thing you were too exhausted to fight with him; but that didn’t mask over the fact that you still wanted to knock him out.

“Brat..” 

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Top Ten Awesome Fanfics *

* yep, not “all-time favourite”, because I cannot choose in all objectivity only ten fics. This list is a list of ten fics* chosen in my five main fandoms that I love and feel like they should be read, but it could have been ten others … It’s very hard to choose. One day I’ll do a real masterpost fic rec …
* yes, I’ve cheated. There are waaaaay more than just ten fics here … Sorry not sorry.

The lovely @justkeeponthegrass had a brillant idea : to make a collection of our favourite fanfics to show writers just how much we appreciate, respect and admire their work. I personally owe a great deal to fanfic writers, especially in the Merlin fandom, for they helped me get through a very hard period of my life. Fanfic writers have been and are constant companions of my life, whether I’m sad, happy, tired or feeling excited, they always deliver, they are amazing people who do an amazing work just because they like it. I admire the hell out of any of you, and the following ten titles, plus the special and honorable mentions, are me trying to tell you how much you mean. Very, very long post incoming …

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“One of the first things I wanted to do, as soon as everything was all scheduled, was to start drilling daily and making it part of my daily life. I had three months to prepare, so I wanted to immerse myself in the training as much as possible.

The first week was like four hours a day of fight training; just stretching and going over the training with sticks and slowly building up to the lightsaber. Then I went to New York and worked with people they sent there. Whenever we’re not on set, I’m always with the fight guys. It’s almost like a play in a way, the dancing part of fighting. There’s a structure and it’s important to know where everything’s going. You always learn new things about it, and for me this has been a process where a lot of the external things have been formed that gave me more information.

Usually I feel like I try to work internally and try to think about how it feels from the inside out, but for this there are so many tactile things that I can actually hold on to that give me a lot of information. The fight choreography was one of them.”

Adam Driver describes his process of conveying Kylo Ren’s physicality on-screen.

Lottie Tomlinson Is Launching A Book And The Name Is Just Perfect

She might have made her name as a One Direction little sister, but it’s her beauty flair and way with a make-up tool or two that her three-million-plus followers have stuck around for. Now, at just 19 years old, Lottie Tomlinson is releasing her first book, Rainbow Roots.

Initially taking inspiration from one of her most famous beauty looks, Rainbow Roots is a guide for those wanting to add to their make-up catalogue: whether that’s perfecting the basics or mastering more creative options. It’s friendly, fun and in it Lottie shares plenty of anecdotes about her beauty journey and where she’s aiming to go next.

Here, she gives us the low down, plus the first look:

How does it now feel to have a tangible product with your name on?

It feels really good to have a product that completely represents me and my style. Everything about it reflects me and my personality and I think it’s really cool that the publishers gave me so much free rein in order to achieve that.

What was the best part of creating the book?

I think the best part about it was seeing it come together for the first time, we worked on it for over a year so seeing so it was so exciting.

What was the biggest challenge?

I think the shoot was the hardest part, because we had so many looks we wanted to include in the book but after a while your face and eyes start to hurt and get sore, so that was tricky!

You’ve dedicated the book to your mum, was that an important decision for you?

It was really important for the book to be dedicated to my mum because she always believed that I was going to do well and have a great career even when I didn’t believe in myself. I wouldn’t be where I am without her, she was so excited about this book. I hope I’ve made her proud.

The book not only champions make-up artists, but others pursuing their dreams - how important is it to you to empower other young women?

It’s so important because I wouldn’t be where I am without people like Lou Teasdale, who supported me and empowered me when I was new and starting up, so I think it’s really important for me to try and do the same for others.

How involved were you with the way the book looks?

I was 100 per cent involved with the whole book. The publishers really gave me free rein with it so I came up with all the looks and decided exactly how I wanted it designed. There were so many times that I sent it back to be to changed. I really wanted it to be perfect.

What was the one look you knew just had to be in there?

I knew I needed to include some neon looks as I love all things neon, and I think it’s a big trend at the moment.

What did you find out about yourself during the making of the book?

I think I found out a lot about what suits my face because I did so many different looks. That’s why I think it is really important to experiment with your make-up so you can figure out what suits you best.

What do you think is a key look in the book that everyone should master for the season ahead?

I think one of the key looks I have included in the book is my perfect base. It’s great to master that as it will complement your final look.

Who is your biggest beauty inspiration?

I love Huda Beauty on Instagram so much, she’s created an amazing brand and supports so many make-up artists and influencers which I think is amazing. I met her not long ago and she’s lovely!

Whose make-up would you love to do?

It’s got to be one of the Kardashians! Who doesn’t want to do a Kardashian’s make-up?!

What message do you hope your readers take away from the book?

I hope they can read the book and realise there’s really no rules when it comes to make-up and beauty.

tutoring sessions ↬ p.p (part three)

read part one and part two. 

prompt: it’s your last tutoring session and to your surprise—peter’s late. you’re waiting in the cafe after your mom dropped you off, books open, work half-done, when someone decides to hold up the cashier. 

warnings: swearing 

notes: bro holy shit this thing blew up i’m shook and i wanna thank y'all for reading this. i have an idea for one more last part four for the end of this. please request more! thanks to those who messaged me and asked for this part three (i got so many anons): @theperksofbeingyourmum, @rosaetum, @k-baileyy, @legendarydazekitten, @yoyococo18, @kuerbistumorstan, @fandomtainment, @deans-angel-of-thursdays, @themilkface, @lucifersnipnips


The unusual buzz of the small suburban cafè that you lived near gave you a feeling of discomfort, causing you to shift in your seat over and over again, staring at your bottle of water that made a ring of wetness on the cover of your textbook. You sighed and moved it, wiping down the water damage and biting your lip. Your eyes glanced around, falling on people you didn’t know—besides the barista, who you saw every time your parents took you here for an early coffee—and you checked your phone. 

Mom: Call me when you need to be picked up. 

Mom: Does Peter need a ride?

You frowned, tapping your foot anxiously on the ground. I wouldn’t know. You sent back a quick and simple ‘I don’t think so,’ before slumping further down in your seat.

Where was he? 

Peter hadn’t bailed on one tutoring session, at least not without a good excuse, and you were quick to wonder where he was. He wouldn’t have just bailed on you—would he? No, no of course not, pull yourself together, he’s just running late. You shook your head and decided to study on your own, knowing that you couldn’t be so reliant on Peter. After all, you and you alone were going to be taking the test, and you couldn’t lean on him to help you then.

Still, it sucked that he didn’t tell you he might’ve needed a rain check. 

You flipped open your notebook and gazed at the scribbles of numbers and exponents among its pages. Normally you’d think you were screwed, but ever since last session you felt more confident. You could do this, you were smart and independent, and thanks to Peter, a lot better at math than you were a week ago. You finished each problem slowly, revising and checking your work online with Google and your phone’s calculator to make sure you weren’t making silly mistakes again. Finishing, you stared at your paper.

It hadn’t been long, maybe twenty minutes at least, but your hand was cramping. You bit your lip. Could it be? Did you really finish these problems with little to no mistakes? You let a smug look rest on your face as the thought registered and you smiled. 

“Who needs Peter anyways,” you jokingly whispered to yourself, before putting your chin in your hand and drawing with the other. Your brows knitted together as you said that, however, your cheeks instantly flushing. 

I do

It was no mystery that your brain had been a jargled mess already due to the sudden overdrive of algebra, but you had found yourself thinking of Mr. Peter Parker more often than before and MJ often had to snap you out of it when you sat together at lunch. You would then grumble at her because, this was her fault, she paired you guys up together—but she wasn’t wrong in thinking she had done you a favor. 

Something about, “You’ll thank me later,” she claimed; or whatever she would mutter about in the rare times she wasn’t reading a book that was about the human brain or by Sylvia Plath. 

You didn’t like admitting it, especially because he was your tutor and you needed to focus, not fawn during this time—but God, you think you liked him. You liked him as much as a fifteen year old could like another fifteen year old. You blushed just at the thought of it and worked up the nerve to send him a text message. 

Your last conversation had been about a movie he was raving about—Trust me, [Y/N], if you see this movie it’ll change your life, I have a DVD of it in my closet somewhere if you want—and you had never seen someone so excited about the things he liked. It was nice, you’d think, to see someone with so much ambition.  Even if he made you feel pretty crappy since he technically stood you up. 

Which was so not cool, by the way.

hey, peter. guess who finished all of her extra study work by herself with no mistakes (hopefully)? 

that’s right, me!

i’ll pat myself on the back, thanks. 

You hadn’t meant to sound sarcastic, but in all fairness, he did deserve part of it. It really wasn’t okay that he just left you on your own after this was your last study session and the test was tomorrow.

Closing up your books, you began to stand and call your mom so she could pick you up. It had rung three times when suddenly you felt something cold against your head, and a muffled whimper from people around you. 

“End the call and slide it over,” A raspy voice commanded and your heart froze in place. He sounded out of breath, like he was running away from something. Like he was running away from someone. “And then afterwards, don’t move unless you want a head full of metal.” 

You gulped and swallowed your pride, ending the call and sliding over your phone, keeping your hands away from it. Dumbass, you thought, but you kept your mouth shut. The guy backed away from you slowly, eyes burning into your own, before he turned to everyone else. 

“Give me all the money in the register and we’ll be okay, and no one—” He points the gun at you, and you realize that you had to be the youngest person here, “—gets hurt. Got it?” 

The barista is nodding, face red and flustered.

“Good, now hurry up.“ 

Everyone’s silent as they all watch her shove stacks of dollars in his backpack, and you try to get a closer look at him. Like a cliché, he had to wear a fucking ski mask. You held back a groan of disgust. You guessed criminals had no time to be creative when they were out ruining people’s lives.

The guy wasn’t all that big, maybe five foot ten at most, and he was lean. The only thing intimidating about him was the gun in his hand. 

“Wow, I didn’t you could go skiing this early in the summer,” a familiar voice says, and your ears perk up. “Awesome mask, I love your creativity!” 

Spider-Man’s there and everything clicks in your head. You’re watching, silently just like everyone else. A superhero. An actual superhero. 

Holy shit. 

“I’ll just take this, thank you!” Spider-Man shoots a web and uses it to catch the gun, before shooting the guy in the face as he dodged a right hook. “You really shouldn’t be carrying firearms, I bet you don’t even have a license for this thing. I’m appalled.” 

The guy is about to say something, but Spider-Man flings a web over his mouth. 

“Sorry, I can’t listen to rule-breakers. Part of the whole agenda.”

With the criminal webbed up and disarmed, everyone simultaneously lets out a breath of relief. Some people even start cheering. 

“Is everyone okay?” He asks, looking around. Or at least you think he is (it’s hard to tell with that mask), when he lands on you. He quickly clears his throat, making his voice sound gruff. “You okay, Ma'am?” 

You nod, but give him a suspicious look. 

Peter gulps underneath his mask. 

Is that [Y/N]? Karen goes, and he mumbles a confirmation quietly so no one else can hear it. 

I thought so. You constantly look at their Instagram when you’re in your mask. It’s quite hilarious. 

“Karen, not now,” he says, but she continues.

Weren’t you supposed to tutor them today? It says so in your schedule. 

Peter’s eyes widen and so do the ones on the mask and everyone’s still in awe of him actually being there. Crap. He knew he forgot something. 

“Glad to know everyone is good,” he manages to squeak out as he hears sirens headed this way. He looks away from you and shoots one more web as the guy continues screaming against the strings already wrapped around him. “Bye, Mr. Bad Guy.” 

With that, he opens the glass doors and shoots a web up at an apartment building, swinging away. As he leaves, the chatter around you begin to build back up, raved and excited. You put your hand against your chest to feel your heart beating rapidly. Thump, thump, thump. 

You gaze out the café windows and grin to yourself, calling your mom to tell her you were fine and alive so she didn’t worry and that you were done studying. You figured that when she asked about Peter, you’d make up an excuse about how he was a little tangled up in things so she wouldn’t think much of him leaving you there. 

She really was beginning to grow fond of him ever since he had stayed over for dinner after one tutoring session, and that was the most you could say for the only boy you’ve ever had over. 

You smiled to yourself once more and sighed. You had no idea how you were going to think about that final tomorrow now, but you took out your phone one last time, sending a text message to Peter. 

thanks for that…

spider-man. 

You smirked, knowingly, thinking of his reaction. 

You may have been bad at math, but you were certainly not an idiot.

Audrey ain’t shit, but she’s honestly one of  the funniest character on TV right now.

*sees Sidney’s body

Audrey: I’m not American, I’m not used to this carnage

*sees Shelby’s body*

Audrey: I feel like a part me died with her

*Sees Dominic’s Body*

Audrey: He was such a great scene partner, Gave me so much to work with

* is about to die *

Audrey: I had so many good performances left in me

Sarah Paulson should honestly submit in the comedy category for the Emmy’s

Becoming a Father Overnight Part Nine

Series Summary- Jared x Daughter!Reader. Jared Padalecki’s life is flipped upside down when he gets a call from a teenage girl saying she’s his daughter.

Disclaimer- I don’t own the Supernatural universe or the images/gifs used, they were found on Google.

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“So….” Danneel started once the kids were off playing. “How are you?”

Gen chuckled, such a loaded question recently, “Well, my ankles are currently swollen as hell.” She sassily answered.

Danneel rolled her eyes at her friend, “You know I wasn’t asking about the pregnancy. How is everything else going? Y/n’s going to be here in like 3 days. You have to be thinking about that a lot.”

“How could I not be?” Genevieve laughed a ran a hand through her hair. “Tom and Shep don’t talk about anything else. Shep’s birthday Christmas are both pretty much here. Usually that would be all the excitement, but I’m pretty sure they don’t even realize that.”

“Yeah, and how are you feeling about this? Are you still okay with her coming?”

“Of course, I never pictured I’d wind up here, but the best thing to do is embrace it. I haven’t really talked to her yet, but Jared and the boys have and they are obsessed.”

“Your handling this much better than most. I can’t imagine,” Danneel said as she adjusted Arrow in her arms.

Gen shrugged, “Whether I like it or not, Jared has another daughter. She’s a part of the family and it would be wrong of me to deny her that right. I’m excited to meet her.”

“If I were her I’d be most nervous to meet you.”

Gen frowned, “Why?”

“Well, you guys haven’t really talked and like I said, you’re being handling this really well, she might be nervous, you aren’t happy about this all. Obviously, Jared and the boys are embracing her, when she gets her and sees you are too, y’all will be best girlfriends.”


Gen bit her lip as she sat nervously in bed that night. She didn’t want Y/n worried that she didn’t want her down here. Genevieve wanted her to feel welcome, like part of the family. She grabbed her phone, opening up the messaging app. She opened a new text, Hey, it’s Gen. Jared gave me your number. I just wanted to tell you how excited I am for you to come visit. We’re thrilled to spend the holidays with you and have so many fun things planned for your trip. I’d love to have a girl’s day away from the boys if that’s okay with you?

Gen read it over once, before smiling happily to herself and hitting send. Gen picked at her nails and waited impatiently for a few moments before accepting that it was late and she might not get a response till morning. Just as she was setting her phone down, it lit up with a new message, Hi Gen. I’m super excited to come down and yeah, a girl’s day sounds fun. Goodnight!

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Truth or Dare

Summary: Betty, Archie, Veronica, Jughead, Kevin, Cheryl, and Y/N are spending the night at Y/N’s house. Kevin suggests Truth or Dare at some point and they all decide to play. Shenanigans ensue and eventually certain feelings are shared, but will they be taken seriously or laughed off? Possible angst.

Pairing: Jughead x Reader (maybe)

Multi-fic: Yes? I’m splitting this up into a couple chapters so *finger-guns*

A/N: First Riverdale fic so sorry if anyone here sounds a bit OOC. Also, I don’t really write so *shrugs* be nice please. I had this idea just pop up and HAD to write it.

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This was a horrible idea. Truly horrible. It hadn’t even been a half hour into the game before people started getting crazy and clothes were lost. It had started out as a simple sleep over. I just wanted all my friends to be in one place for once without someone trying to rip another’s throat out. My parents had left for the weekend so we were all situated in the living room, Cheryl and I sat in the loveseat, Betty, Veronica, and Archie were on the couch, Jughead was on the recliner (legs crossed and as usual on his laptop), and Kevin was perched on the coffee table between the couch and recliner.

Within ten minutes of the game starting Veronica had dared Betty to keep her shirt off for the rest of the night, Kevin had dared Archie to take his pants off, Cheryl dared me to lose my shirt, Betty (with a face so red you’d think she would’ve passed out) had dared V to ditch her dress, I got Kev to take his shirt off, and Archie got Jug to lose his shirt. Jug had just dared Archie to not be an idiot for the rest of the night, which made everyone laugh. Everyone except Cheryl was somewhat nude and embarrassed.

“Y/N,” Kevin called my name. “Yes,” I answered, staring right at him, trying to be cocky. “Truth… or dare?” He asked, a twinkle in his eye. Everyone stared at me as I debated my choices. I decided I didn’t trust that twinkle, and no matter what choice I made I’d be in trouble. “Truth.” I sighed. Kevin’s face almost split in two at my answer, his grin enormous. I tried not to gulp in fear. “I want you to tell everyone here what you really, truly think about them.” Kevin answered as he emphasized his words. ‘Fuck,’ I thought. ‘Not good.’ I looked him dead in the eye as I said fine, and re-positioned myself on the couch. I took a deep breath before looking at him and speaking. “You’re first then hun,” I said as a small smile grew on my face.

“Kevin, I love you, and I mean that in the most platonic way possible. You were the first friend I made here, and you’re my best friend, and I’ll never forget the way you introduced yourself,” “Oh god Y/N please no!” Kevin cried, a blush creeping up on his face. “Y/N yes,” I mocked. “It adds to the story. Anyways, we were five, and I had just moved to town the day before. I was walking through the park when all of a sudden I see this kid come running towards me at full speed, only to fall flat on his face three feet away,” Everyone started laughing while Kevin’s face grew redder. “Y/N!!!” He wailed. “Hush!” I said, still chuckling. “I ran over to him to help but he just sprung up and grabbed my hand and started shaking it. ‘Hi, my name’s Kevin, what’s your name? Wanna play!?’ I mocked in a little kid’s voice. Kevin hit me with a pillow. “I didn’t sound like that!” “Kevin shut up or she’ll never finish.” Cheryl spoke, mock irritation in her voice. “Yeah,” Archie spoke up. “I kinda wanna hear what Y/N has to say about me too some time tonight.”

Kevin made a zipping motion with his hands over his mouth before sitting back down, playfully glaring at me as well. “I told him my name and he said it was very pretty, and then he asked me if I liked boys, girls, or both. I was really confused at the time but Kevin just repeated it and told me he only liked boys ‘There’s a word for that you know, it’s called gay, and that’s what I am, so are you gay too?’ I just shook my head and said I didn’t like anyone.” I gave a light chuckle. “Kev gave me a weird look before he shrugged and said that was fine, and to come to him if anyone was being mean to me about not liking boys or girls. I knew at that moment we were going to be best friends,” Betty and Ronnie “Aww-ed”, Cheryl rolled her eyes, but I could see the smile in them, Archie smiled and Jug gave a smirk. 

“You’ve always been there for me Kev, every time I needed you, and I feel honored every time you come to me because you need someone. You pushed me out of my comfort zone so many times, and for the most part you knew when to back off. You’re so sassy and confident and I’m so jealous you have the confidence to be who you are. You always try to look on the bright side of things and keep everyone in a cheery mood. You’re amazing and wonderful and I never wanna let you go.”

I paused to look at Kevin, his eyes were watering up and I could tell he was trying very hard not to cry right then and there. “You mean the goddamn world to me Kev, you’re the twin brother I wish I always had. I’d crawl on broken glass for you. I’ll always be here for you whenever you need someone to vent to, or if you ever need someone to have your back in a fight.” We smirked at each other, my eyes starting to water up as well. “I love you Kevin Keller, with every fiber of my being, and I’ll be damned before I let anyone hurt you.” As soon as I had finished Kevin jumped at me, a couple tears streaming down his face and falling on my shirt as he nearly squeezed the life out of me. I hugged him back immediately and held him just as tightly, a few tears of my own falling as well. “Oh, I love you too Y/N! You’ve always been like a sister to me. I swear you mean the world to me too!” 

He kissed me on the cheek as we pulled away. When I looked around I saw that everyone had gotten misty-eyed, even Jughead, who was trying (and failing) to make it look like he hadn’t been paying attention the whole time. Kevin eventually made his way back to the coffee table, wiping his eyes before looking straight at me. “I swear to god Y/N if the rest of your speeches go anything like this I’m grounding you.” Everyone laughed while I looked around the room, trying to see who I would talk about next.


A.N.: Okay! First part is up! Let me know what you guys think and who Y/N should talk about next *wink* Also if you wanna be tagged that’s more than fine just let me know please!

Tag List (okay just *blushes*): @mrsjugheadjonesthethird, @supernovares

Unspoken

Dean Winchester x Reader

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Story Summary: Dean and Y/N have been friends for as long as he can remember. Slowly, his feelings start to change, but he’s afraid to act on them.

A/N: This is a request from @saveprettydays. Hope it’s what you wanted. It’s also for @winchesterprincessbride and her follower celebration challenge. My Gif is located in the story!! 

There was never a time I could remember Y/N not being in my life. From the time we were teenagers, trying to survive a world that often left us to ourselves, she had been the constant in my life.

Even more constant than Sam. While he went away to college, she was there. By my side, both of us hunting without our parents. She was the best friend I could have ever asked for, even if it did sound cheesy.

Here it was, years later, and Y/N was still by my side. Even through the troubles of finding my Dad, and even when I went to Hell, Y/N had never given up on me. She moved in with us when we found the bunker, both of us falling in love with the place.

She was currently sprawled in one of the arm chairs, her eyes closed as the book threatened to fall from her hands. She was wearing one of my flannel shirts she had stolen from me, along with a pair of cut off shorts, showcasing her lean legs. She was beautiful, and I often found myself having to tear my gaze away from her. She was my friend, and had been for years. But a part of me, a part I kept trying to ignore, wanted things to move beyond friends.

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occasionally (lets be real more than occasionally) there’ll be a part of an episode that just blows me away, where im just really in awe of griffin’s storytelling and acting capabilities. there were many lines in this episode that really struck me but you know what my favorite one was? it was john’s line, and it was so… cold, and calculating, and menacing, and it literally gave me chills. 

‘i feel… sad.’

Imagine Dean, your best friend, getting in a fight for you because he actually is in love with you.

“You didn’t have to do that for me.” you mumbled as you took in the state he was in.

“I actually did.” he said in a rough voice “I wasn’t going to let him speak about you the way he did.” he shook his head but his eyes didn’t leave yours for a moment.

“And get into a fight with that douche? He didn’t even deserve a second glance.” you tilted your head to the side, looking at the blood that covered his cheek as well.

“A second glance, especially from you, probably not. But a punch, definitely yes.” he said with a simple shrug and you shook your head.

“What am I gonna do with you hm?” you whispered, cupping his other cheek.

“Hopefully not punch me for all-but-embarassing you in front of everybody.” he gave you a small chuckle but winced as his wounds hurt.

“You didn’t embarrass me. If anything, you made me really proud… and flattered for standing up for me.” you gave him a shy smile, rubbing your thumb over his cheek.

“Proud huh? Well, then I must be glad that for once you don’t want to kick my ass for it.”

“Well that’s what friends are for, right? Annoying the hell out of each other, almost like a married couple in our case, and always… always taking the hit for each other.” you said with a soft smile, noticing but not commenting on the fact that you saw his shoulders fall and a disappointed look take over his face.

“Yeah, best friends of course.” he said, his voice husky.

“You know-” you bit your lower lip, running your thumb over his lower bloody lip. You heard him take in a sharp breath and his eyes almost widen at your action.

“I probably never told you but-” you rested your forehead against his and he gave you a cute frown, his lips parting slightly.

“You are so freaking adorable when you get so protective of me. It almost makes me forget about-”

“About?” his voice came out in – oh mind that! - a squeak.

“How I am supposed to pretend I only care about you as a friend.” you whispered, your lips brushing past his. Alright maybe you’d had a little too many drinks after all, and Dean being such a gentleman fighting for you honor just didn’t help.

“P-Pretend?” he raised an eyebrow and biting your lower lip, you nodded your head.

“Well, to make you feel better…” he trailed off, letting out a shaky sigh as he glanced down at your lips “I can understand how hard it is.”

“Really?” you whispered.

“Oh yeah.” he breathed out, giving you a subtle nod and biting your lip you looked him in the eyes. Only to realize he was focused on one thing: your lips.

And maybe what he did next was not something your sober mind would expect or you could even comprehend, but it was certainly something you wouldn’t object to in a million years. Because Dean Winchester was not just a friend to you, maybe not anymore. He crashed his lips to yours.

Dance With Me

Anon said: omgosh a taeyong au where both of you are the “leaders” of a dance crew and oo there’s such so much sexual tension 👀 a make out sesh would be great hoho thank u!!

You hate Lee Taeyong because Lee Taeyong thinks his dance crew is better than yours, and Lee Taeyong is stupidly hot when he dances, and Lee Taeyong has a face you want to kiss and Lee Taeyong stole your heart in 3 seconds and you should hate him but you don’t. You’re ridiculously in love with him.

I feel like this is not what you asked for but… here this is anyways…? this gave me so many step up vibes and now i want to go watch the whole series. Enjoy!

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“It is curious to find the wolf as a character in children’s literature, for all wolves in literature are creations of adult minds, that is, of adult fears, adult fantasies, adult allegories, and adult perversions.” Of Wolves and Men

all six stark children are born with the ability to become wargs and were each bonded to a direwolf but its the youngest, arya bran and rickon, who most fully embrace their gifts. i think theres a lot of factors that go into this but chief among them is social conventions. the older three, robb jon and sansa, are more bound by their roles as king lord commander and lady respectively. they believe they have to act a certain way and in doing so reject their wolves. they also buy into societies fears of wolves; they’re dangerous, people are afraid of them  and they dont belong among men. the core of their identities is in direct contrast with the wolf within and something is always lost as a result:

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At this point, there’s nothing left unsaid about the impact a small show about clones had on its fans.

For me, three things truly stood out from my experience with @orphanblack—among its riveting storytelling, amazing actors and talented writers and crew.

First, let’s take things back to the end of my quest for my Bachelor’s degree.  While in the midst of all this, I began watching OB on the recommendation of a Tumblr friend. I gravitated towards the show because I recognized the immense amount of time and energy it took to give each clone life. Tatiana, while amazing at her craft, couldn’t have done it without her scene partners, including her clone double, Kathryn Alexandre. She couldn’t have done it without the Technodolly, the tennis ball stand-ins, the gaffers, the set dressers, the make-up team, the wardrobe department, the directors, the writers, the producers, the editors. It was a constant flow of giving selflessly to reach an end product that was respected and admired by the fans. It was a lesson to revere in my own career as a funeral director. OB pushed me in the direction that my life was meant to take—to help dedicate my time and attention to families in need. I’ve since earned my license and I’m proud to say it all started with a little push from the show.

Second, I would be remise if I didn’t mention my time in Clone Club. I’ve met so many people, so different from me in several ways. The great thing about the show is that it’s a gateway to having open, honest dialogues with others, whether it begins with who your favorite character is, or what your favorite scene may be. It’s crazy to thing how simple conversations led to friendships across the globe—one that won’t end after the show does, that’s for damn sure. It’s truly special, this group of misfits who were looking for a home. No matter how far away we all live from one another, we always will always be a family.

Lastly, seeing a positive representation of myself in Cosima’s sexuality was great, but the introduction of Tony Sawicki changed the way I thought about my own gender identity. I decided to cosplay him for my very first Clone Club interaction, complete with goatee. After I’d completed the transformation, I took one look in that mirror and startled myself at how comfortable I felt in the embodiment of his skin.  It shifted my views on what being masculine and feminine meant. That perhaps there wasn’t always a black and white, clear cut idea of what gender is. I’m still exploring this part of myself, but I thank OB for opening that door for me.

I’ll be grieving for a long while after the finale airs, but I know I won’t be alone. I think it’s safe to say this was more than just a show for so many of us. It gave us hope and ambition and a place to be ourselves. It showed us that we are complex creatures that can defy the odds and re-write our own history.

I feel honored to have shared this masterpiece of television with all of you.

Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2

Spoilers, obviously.

Guardians of the Galaxy continues to be the best of the marvel lineup in many categories.  The action was well paced, well choreographed; the dialogue was snappy, cackle-loudly-funny.  But the best part?

Oh my god, these weirdos, they…will actually talk about their feelings?

No no no, none of this angsty repressive bs like the rest of the mcu superheroes.

Yondu? Yondu is Peter’s dad.  100%.  The guy raised him, protected him, gave his life for him.  So his dad.  And…both of them acknowledged it out loud.  Amazing.  I love it.  I love it I love it I love it I love it give me more please.

Gamora and Nebula? Have a real fucked up relationship, but…they talked about it.  Out loud.  After beating the shit out of each other, and saving each other’s lives multiple times.  

They are a family, a family that loves each other, that will forgive each other.

And I think it’d kinda cool.  And sweet.  It’s a breath of fresh air in this universe.

My favorite parts:

The Watchers cameo + Stan Lee cameo– but, um, crying over this part because (i didn’t catch this at first but then I thought about it and it was like OH FUCK because) the watchers, okay, they almost never interfere in anything; theirs is to simply watch, observe, know, all of the most crucial moments in Marvel history.  In their first bit, they’re sitting around Stan Lee, listening to him tell stories.  Watching him.  But in the second bit? They’re walking away from him.  And do you know what he says? I’m crying over fucking Stan Lee guys, because as they’re walking away from him, he says “But wait! I’ve still got more stories to tell!”  When you get it, please come find me and cry with me over this.

Also, the second, the very second Ego says that he’s the one who put a tumor in Peter’s mom’s head, Peter pulls out his pistols and starts shooting the shit out of him.  Zero hesitation.  Just blam! instant swiss god.

Also also, I love how they were all baby groot’s parents.  Peter tells him to put his seatbelt on, Gamora waves to him, they all try to protect him, and at the end they all pass him around ‘cause he wants to be held by all of them and he FALLS ASLEEP ON DRAX’S SHOULDER OH MY GOD.

So…yeah.  I really liked this movie, and I wouldn’t mind if Marvel decided to make another one.

I Was Back At Arkham Asylum (part 3) - Jokers Daughter & Jerome

Joker x daughter!reader

Jerome x reader


Warnings: none

a/n: Ok so in this Jerome’s face never got cut off. this is part 3, there will be 10. i hope you guys enjoy, if you want to be tagged on the tag list for this story just message or ask me.and if you guys have any ideas for more then 1 part stories or imagines that you want me to write go ahead and request. if you want to request a one-shot then go to @chloe-skywalker it my other blog and that one i do alot more different things then just stories and imagines, NSFW, headcanons, dating would include. etc etc 

parts: part 1 - part 2


Originally posted by fluorize

It’s been a week since I saw my dad, he apparently thought I was joking when I said be good so I can visit him again, well he wasn’t. Now he can’t even call me.

I have been however getting a lot of calls from Jerome. The first time I answered an Arkham number I naturally thought it would have been my dad but no it was Jerome. I was shocked but in a way, I felt happy. Jerome gave me this feeling I had only felt it when crushing on celebrity. So I guess I’m crushing on him but how many times he’s called me I kinda have the right to.

Mom always told me if I feel that feeling but intensified is called love, and when you feel this feeling then you have found your very own puddin.

I don’t know if Jerome is my puddin. But when we talk on the phone it’s like have been super close for years.

Since the time I saw my dad last I had been keepin low but when I found out I couldn’t see my dad because of him beating up guards got himself into solitary. So just to spite him I robbed small things and caused chaos at shops by the GCPD. They never caught me but I knew my dad would hear about it and he would be mad but he should know me better than that and he shouldn’t have gotten himself in trouble where I couldn’t visit him.



Joker’s p.o.v.

 

I had to spend a week in solitary. Which blowed and I am also pissed that my daughter has been causing chaos. I wanted her to stay low and not give them the chance to arrest her. But I overheard some guards talkin and not only was she causing chaos but she was doing it all by the GCPD. which made me growl every time I heard she did something and it was there. They wouldn’t let me call her at all and no visits. I know that’s what set her off. I was proud of her for what she was doing, but not where she was doing it.

Since I was in solitary I didn’t know if Jerome and my princess had had contact.

They told me today I get to make a call, jet out of solitary and I am allowed to mingle with the other prisoners. And let me tell you if I see that kid and he has plans for my princess that could get her hurt, he’s gonna wish that he never laid his psycho eyes on her.


As they escorted me out of my cell and down they hall and took the cuffs off of me and putting me into the basically giant cage. I looked around for the red-headed psycho. As I sat down at a table I noticed that many people recognized me and moved to the other side of the room. I sat at a table and I noticed the redhead sitting at a table on the way other side of the room he saw me and swung his legs other the bench and made his way towards me and sat down and swung his legs inward and sat in front of me.

Originally posted by gonfreaked

“Joker- or J- what do you want to be called?” he asked excitedly.

“It’s Joker to you Psych” I growled in return.

He crackled like a maniac “I get it short for psycho. That’s a good one Mr.Joker”

I glared and growled this time showing teeth at him. “Fine if we are gonna talk why don’t you tell me what you want with my daughter” I said aggressively.

“Your daughter and I have only met once, trust me I’ll see her soon. Plus I’ve been calling her all week.” he said smiling like he knew he shouldn’t have said the last part.

I reached across the table and grabbed him by those annoying black and white shirts. “Listen here Psych, if you told her to cause all that chaos right by the GCPD then so help me, I will rip out your throat” I growled in his ear.

“She chose doing all the chaos and where she caused it on her own. Me, myself, and I had no part in that, what’s so ever. Plus when I asked her why she was doing it so close she said to spite you.” Jerome said the first part all serious then he decided to use hand movements.

“Thank for confirming that” I said sarcastically.

“No problem” he said back smiling because he knew it was sarcasm.

“So Psych you ended up here after everything you caused” I asked deciding to get to know him a bit.

“For the most part yeah, that and cop’s don’t like me very much-” I cut him off.

“Got it- got it- got it” I said motioning with my hand to stop.

“So! How’d did they get you in here, hm?” he said generally curious.

“Me and my princess were pulling off a heist and I made sure she got out of there when the police came in and a very pissed of Bat, cops shot me with tranks and the Bat brought me here.” I told him gesturing around with my hands to the room.

“Well sucks that you got taken here, but I would have done the same thing for her” Jerome said.

“You just met my daughter and you would if it meant saving her you would come back to, here” I said more as a statement then a question to myself.

“Yes, I’ve have met her once in person I’ve been talking to her on the phone. Liberating.” he said.I had to smirk at that because she was.


After talking to Jerome for a while the kid started to grow on me and dare I say might start liken the kid.  I don’t like the idea of her being by herself but I can’t get out of here yet but…  maybe he can. Get y/n to break him out. Then she won’t be with just Frost she’ll have a friend. And if he likes her as much as it sounds like he does then she’ll be protected.

“Why don’t ya say we get my princess to come down here and make a plan you break you out?” I said to him, and winked.

“Are you serious?you just met me and a few minutes ago you were threatening me. Now you want her to get me out of here?” he said shocked.

“You clearly have some feelings towards my princess, and I might not like it that much but she needs a friend, especially now and I can’t be there but you can they are expecting me to break out any minute but you they won’t. Plus my daughter will probably want to break you out sometime so why not now.” I told him. 

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(pretend hes sitting down and in arkham asylum outfit and there arent people around him)

“I’m in! let’s call your daughter” he said agreeing with me. “I’m growing on you aren’t I”

“Kid, shut up before I change my mind” I wasn’t about to tell him he was right.


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Around late April this year, I was looking for an old game to play while I was on vacation. I had just finished the Dead Space trilogy and I wanted some more sci fi stuff, so I decided to play Mass Effect 1. I wasn’t even planning to play the entire trilogy at first, I just wanted to check out the game simply to kill time and because I had heard good things about the game.

Little did I know that that game would change my life. I was completely sucked into this amazing universe filled with this amazing characters, and since that day, Mass Effect became one of the most important things in my life. My way of distracting myself from all the bad things around me.

So 2 weeks later, I finished the Trilogy for the first time and I was around going through life with the massive hole that Mass Effect 3 left in my soul. After I finished the games, I felt like I had lost a part of me. I felt empty.

So I went around the net trying to find more Mass Effect stuff. And around late July, I decided to check out Tumblr for the first time. 

Had you told me at the beggining of this year that I would be obsessed with Mass Effect and that I would be running a Tumblr blog, I would have told you that you were full of shit. And look at me now.

At first I was wary, because I didn’t had very high expectations about what I would find on this site, mainly because I had heard not so good stuff from it in other places. But after being here for some months, and despite the occasional asshole here and there, I have met some of the greatest people and some really good friends through this site. And despite the bad stuff, I truly love being part of the Mass Effect fandom, the first fandom I’ve ever been a part of.

The Mass Effect series motivated me to write stories for the first time in my life, motivated me to make edits of clips and stuff, it made me connect with so many people from all over the world who love these awesome games, and it gave me an amazing inspirational figure in Commander Shepard.


So, in my first N7 day, I want to say thank you Bioware, for creating my favorite and one of the best gaming franchises ever, with it’s awesome characters that are a family to my Shep and that feel like a second family to me.

And thank you, Mass Effect fandom, for everything.


Happy N7 day

Old Friends (Part 1)

Originally posted by magnusbaene

Pairing: Magnus x Reader (Friends)

Requested: Nope

Summary: You end up at Magnus’s doorstep looking for help from an old friend.

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Part 1 - Part 2


They were everywhere. One minute you were minding your own business in your loft the next it was swarming with Circle Members trying to kidnap you. Apparently Valentine wants a warlock and you were the one they wanted. You managed to escape but not without getting injured. You had just enough strength to portal to Magnus’s. When you got there you knocked on the door and leaned against the wall next to the door to support you. The door opened with Magnus looking around until his eyes landed on you. His face dropped when he saw the condition you were in. “Y/N…” He gasped before moving to your side and catching before you fell.

You woke up to Magnus healing you. He must have brought you inside because you were lying on his couch now. When he noticed you had woken you smiled at him gratefully. You hated how you dragged Magnus into your mess. “I’m sorry that I showed up on your doorstep unannounced.” You apologised trying to sit up, wincing as you weren’t fully healed yet. Magnus held your arm helping you and guiding you up.

“How many times do I have to tell you that’s it fine Y/N?” Magnus gave you a warm smile.

“I know I just feel bad that I always bring trouble to your door.”

“What happened to you anyway?” Magnus wondered.

“I was attacked in my loft. I was minding my own business and then out of nowhere a group of people, Shadowhunters… yeah they were Shadowhunters, came and started attacking me. They tried to kidnap me. I think they might have been part of the Circle.” You said, your voice quavering.

“Oh, Y/N I’m so sorry you had to go through that.” Magnus replied with pity laced in his voice. This isn’t the first time you’ve ended up injured on his doorstep. There have been a number of times where people have tried to kidnap you, torture you, and even kill you all because you are a warlock. He knew that it brought back painful memories but you knew you were safe with him. “Just try and get some rest, okay? We’ll discuss this more in the morning if you want.” You nodded and gave him another more grateful smile before lying down on the couch to rest.

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When you woke up Magnus was having a hushed conversation with someone. It was someone you’ve never met before. You peeked over the couch to see who it was. It was a tall raven haired boy with runes. Your eyes grew wide when you saw the runes and you immediately went into defensive mode not caring that you were still drained from the attack. You used your magic to throw the Shadowhunter against the wall holding him there. “Y/N stop! It’s alright. He’s not going to hurt you.” Magnus spoke gently to you trying to calm you down. While he spoke Magnus was walking towards you slowly. You didn’t notice as you had your eyes on the Shadowhunter the whole time. Magnus placed his hand on your arm causing you to turn and look at him. Fear was what Magnus could see in your eyes. He used his magic to calm you down which worked as you dropped the Shadowhunter to the floor.

Magnus ran to his side to see if he was okay. Disbelief crossed your face. You didn’t mean to hurt him but your instincts kicked in and you couldn’t help it. “I’m so sorry.” You apologised, shocked at your actions.

“It’s okay.” The Shadowhunter reassured you. He was still sitting on the floor beside Magnus.

“Y/N this is Alec. He won’t hurt you, okay? In fact he’s here to help.” Magnus told you. You relaxed when he said Alec was he to help. “I told him about the men who attacked you.”

“They were apart of the Circle, yes?” Alec asked. You nodded. “Valentine sent them after you because he needs a warlock. Do you know why they need a warlock or where they were going to take you? Did they mention any place names?”

“They didn’t say anything. I mean I was so focused on trying to get away from them I didn’t really register what they were saying. I’m sorry I can’t be of more help.” You looked at him apologetically. You wished you could help me more. Help catch and stop these people so no one else can get hurt.

“It’s okay, Y/N. All that matters is that you’re okay and that you’re alive.” He gave you a gentle smile. A few minutes ago you had him against the wall and now he was smiling at you. You felt like you could trust him now and you felt completely relaxed around him. “I have to get back to the institute and catch everyone up with what I found out.” He told Magnus before kissing him on the cheek and leaving the loft. You raised your eyebrow and smirked.

“What?” Magnus asked.

“Nothing. You didn’t tell me that Alec was your boyfriend.”

“Well in my defence when I introduced you to him you did just pin him against the wall.”

“Touché. Sorry about that by the way.” You apologised again. Magnus raised his eyebrows as a warning. It was one of your habits that you always kept apologising, even for the smallest things.

“Anyway, does Raphael know you’re back?” Magnus asked changing the subject.

“No he does not.” You blushed at the mention of your old friend Raphael. “Not yet anyway.”


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A/N: there will be a part 2 to this with Raphael

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