this show is so hard to make gifs of

some unlucky kiddos :’)

Okay, so I didn’t want to post this yet, but I really really REALLY wanna show you guys what I’ve been working on for months. AND since it’s Aaliyah’s birthday… might as well post it lol. So SURPRISE!!! I’ve been working on an animation of Aaliyah! This was supposed to be for the 20th anniversary of her album ‘One In A Million’ in August, but let me tell you something… animating is hard, and it takes a lot of hard work. Even with my hand cramping right now, it’s all worth it. And that’s what Aaliyah taught me. My passion is art, and even though the work is painful, or it makes me bone-tired, it’s all worth it because just seeing something that I created come to life, it’s the best feeling in the world honestly. So, yeah it’s not fully finished yet, but I am planning to finish it by the end of this month or next month. Just wanted to show you guys what I was working on, and that none of this would be possible if it wasn’t for Babygirl and her music. I’ve been listening to her music for over 20 years, since I was little (and her music video, ‘One In A Million’ was the first video I’ve seen of hers on MTV lol), and she was the only artist I really admired, and her music helped me find what I truly love doing, and I thought an animation would be a perfect tribute for me to pay my respects and thank her for inspiring me and millions of other fans out there. 

Happy Birthday, Miss Aaliyah!! Love you and miss you always!!!! 😘💕

Jungkook’s B-Day Message to Suga

Suga Hyung, even though you’re usually like a grandpa, you’re really cool on stage or when you’re working on music.
It’d be nice if you were like that when we’re practicing choreography but anyway
I think you’re a hyung that I can learn a lot of things from
And I don’t know where you got all of your miscellaneous knowledge from but I respect it a lot, I’m jealous
I have to write a lot for this but honestly I don’t have much to say ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
I’m thinking about writing a letter to the ARMY and I think that’s a good idea, I’m kinda dope
I’m making this right now without having even eaten, everyone
It’d be nice if you all liked this ㅜㅜ
How and where should I start?
First off, the WINGS Tour that starts with Suga Hyung’s birthday on March 9th, has begun!
You all know that we’re always thinking about all of you ARMYs even when we’re far apart, right?
So just wait a little more, okay? We’ll visit the fancafe and work hard to stay active on SNS! And we’ll take care of our conditions so that we don’t show you guys any bad sides and come back well!
Ah and we’ll take a lot of selfies ㅎ
And… We’re taking cameras! So please look forward to that because our emotions might be caught on camera.
And I’m going to work out diligently when I get there
Please cheer me on from afar so that I can get muscled up!
And! Also! Did I not start playing the drums?
So I’m going to practice a lot so that I can play the drums well on this tour!
I’d probably learn a lot faster and stuff if there was someone teaching me by my side ㅜㅜ But I’ll still try hard
Wow I thought I wrote a lot but there’s still so much left?
Anyway, I love you, everyone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’ll come back safely!!! Don’t worry!!! Aren’t I Jeon Jungkook? Aren’t we BTS??!!?!!?! ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
For a moment I forgot that this was a celebratory video for Suga Hyung’s birthday
Ah isn’t there anything more that I can say to Suga Hyung… Suga Hyung probably won’t look at the words coming out right now because it’s troublesome? Right, everyone, you think that? Then should I write a little more comfortably?
Ay, Suga, this hyung-ah wants to convey a few things to you through this video
You’re good at music, have deep thoughts, got a lot of knowledge, think about the team a lot, you’re perfect! But!… Everything is good, but! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall is good, but!!!!
Good, but…
It’s good… ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
It’s all good, and really, happy birthday and let’s run hard for our BTS and ARMY from now on, as well. It makes me tear up when I see you perform on stage on hyung’s skinny, skinny legs. I respect you
Dilligently do lower body exercises… Take your vitamins…
Wow this really doesn’t fill up, what should I fill this up with
ARMY I love you ARMY I like you ARMY is mine ARMY I heart you
Ah thank you so much for liking “We Don’t Talk Anymore”!!!
I felt really good because you all liked it. It was great
I’ll continue to sing you great songs in the future. This feeling drives me to do more covers
Really, thank you. We don’t have that many lines left! Let’s cheer up!
It seems like it’d be nice to end this with song lyrics. Let’s shout two three everyone
Hoping for more good days, if you believe what I say, then
One, two, three
If you believe me, then one, two, three
Hoping for many more good days, if you believe what I say, then
One, two, three
If you believe me, then one, two, three
Suga hyung and Bangtan and ARMY
I love you!

Aisle 13

by Justina Ireland


It’s two days before the last day of school, and I’m sitting in my Combatives class ready to die of boredom.  Mr. Vaughn is showing a demonstration video on how to slay a basilisk. Again. It was the last question on our final. Only half of us got it right.

I was not one of the lucky few.

No one is paying attention as the warrior in the party uses her reflective shield to distract the basilisk while a mage makes a big deal about putting the creature down with a sleep spell.  We’re all talking and thinking about the summer.

“What did you get in here?” Jeb asks from across the row.

“C,” I say.  “What about you?”

“D minus,” he says, waving his test at me.  His ears droop a little like a chastised puppy. Demons are so sensitive.

I shrug.  “At least you dodged a bullet. No summer school.”

“Yeah,” Jeb looks down at his test morosely.  “But still, you can’t kill a basilisk?  Who knew they were an endangered species?”

Mr. Vaughn is clip-clopping across the front of the room now, arms crossed as he gives one of his “these are skills for the real world” lectures once again. As fun as it is to watch a centaur go off on a tear, I’m over Mr. Vaughn and I’m over this school year.  

I don’t really care about the test, but I do hate when Jeb gets all emo.  “Look, we’re never going to use this anyway.  No one goes adventuring anymore.”

He nods and incinerates his test with a simple fire spell.  No one even glances at him.

“What are you doing this summer?” he asks after a long while, his voice low. He’s still bummed about his bad grade. Maybe I’ll take him out for frozen yogurt after school.  Cheer him up. Sprinkles would cheer anyone up.

I slouch down in my desk, stretching with a yawn.  Mr. Vaughn has given up on his lecture and has retreated to his desk to eat an apple someone brought him.  He’s much calmer now.  It’s probably the apple.  Centaurs freaking love apples.

“Nothing dude,” I say, finally answering Jeb’s question.  “Absolutely nothing.”

*****

The second day of summer vacation my mom tells me I need to get a job.

We’re sitting at dinner eating Mom’s famous tavern stew, which is really just a bunch of random things boiled down to mush.  She’s still dressed in her work clothes: low cut white gown and flower crown.  I asked her once why the clinic makes her wear such a ridiculous outfit, and she just shrugged and said “It’s tradition. This is how healers dress.”  The men have an outfit that is just as stupid, tight white breeches and a flowy tunic, but I still think it sucks that my mom has to dress like a sex object to help people. Like, where is the self-respect in that?

“So, Caitlyn, what are your plans for summer?” Mom asks as I’m about to shovel in some of her stew.  My mouth is full so I just shrug and say “Uhnano.”

“What do you mean you don’t know? No big plans?” Mom is giving me this tight smile that means she wants a specific answer, but I have no idea what she’s looking for here.  It’s summer.  It’s two and a half months of not thinking about magic spells or chemistry or monster identification or algebra or anything, really.  So why is she hassling me?

“I was thinking of maybe taking my mage’s test or something,” I say, hoping it’s enough to distract Mom from whatever she’s about.  Dad isn’t even paying attention to the conversation. As usual he’s nose deep in Berserker Weekly.  Dad used to be this big time adventurer, walking through forests and bashing in heads for fun and profit.  That’s where he met Mom.  I think he saved her from an evil wizard or a druidic cult or something. It was a long time ago, though, and now he mainly consults for a living.

“Oh, that’s a good idea.  After you get your license maybe you could call Marcus and see if he’ll let you work in the Hex shop.  I mean, you should really get a job this summer.  Don’t you agree, Brock?”

A frown creases Dad’s dark face but he grunts in assent.

I take another bite of stew and look down at the bowl to avoid answering. There’s no way I’m going to work in my Uncle Marcus’s Hex shop. The thought of untangling curses all summer makes me want to turn myself into a frog and hide out in the forest.  Not to mention that my Uncle Marcus is the cheapest man alive.  I’d be lucky if he even paid me.

Mom pushes her bowl of stew away and jumps to her feet.  “Good! Caitlyn, I’ll send Marcus a note letting him know you’ll be there tomorrow bright and early—”

“I don’t want to work in the Hex shop. It’s gross.”

Mom stops and turns to me slowly.  Her skin is pale as usual but two spots of color have appeared high on her cheeks.  She is pissed.  “Removing hexes is not gross.  Your uncle gives those people their lives back.”

“A woman with boils all over her face is pretty gross, Mom.”  Last year when I had to pick a concentration Mom took me to see Marcus to convince me to pick cursework because it pays pretty well.  I chose spellweaving instead.  I’d rather work in a factory making love charms or fire spells than to have to turn frogs back into snotty princes all day.

Mom purses her lips and turns to my Dad.  “Brock, will you please talk some sense into your daughter?”

“Cursework is disgusting, Mel,” Dad says, lowering his paper.  “Why can’t the girl go adventuring like everyone else her age?”

“No one goes adventuring anymore, Dad,” I say.  Because it’s true. Adventuring is something your parents make you do because they don’t understand that it isn’t cool to slay dragons anymore or that maidens can rescue themselves.

I mean, adventuring is just so lame. Walking around, looking for a prophecy to fulfill, and then working really hard for something that may or may not come true? Yawn. I have better things to do.

“No one goes adventuring, huh?” Dad and Mom exchange a look, like they’re about to laugh at some inside joke.  Then Dad raises his paper again.  “Either way, you’re not going to sit around the house all summer and play video games.  Get a job, Caity-Bird, and if you can’t find one then your mother will call Marcus and you can spend all summer waking princesses.”

And that’s how I end up working at the Shop Quick.

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When the girl you’re crushing on hugs you unexpectedly.

Can I just say this is so refreshing. I’m so used to seeing stories about lesbians going after “straight” girls and those girls are usually with a man or about to get married. It’s nice to see the self proclaimed “straight” girl crushing hard on the lesbian for once and questioning her own sexuality without a man in her life that makes her miserable or pushes her over the edge. It’s nice to see two WOC in love and one of them (as far as we know) is religious.

The show itself is breaking a lot of tropes like the mean boss lady trope, the competition between women in the workplace trope, sleeping with a colleague to get ahead trope etc… This show is quite refreshing and I do like all the characters so far. I’m not going to get my hopes up too too high (cuz we all know what happens) and hopefully they will be renewed for a 2nd season.

header graphic by @squirrellygirlart || @miraculousblackout

Let’s talk about reposting, shall we? c:

I’m a little late to the party because I’m a dumdum who thought this was in August, but here we go. Long post ahead.

Funnily enough (or not), because I was late to join this protest, I posted a comic celebrating a follower milestone during the blackout and barely 2 HOURS later, it got reposted on Instagram. I kid you not:

(if you can’t see it, I posted mine 20 hours ago, and the repost was made 19 hours ago)

Anyway, this really puts a bad taste in my mouth. Not only was my work reposted almost immediately after it was made, it was also by someone who doesn’t even follow me AND they even changed up the caption for their own, thereby erasing my message for the comic I made.

I feel really disrespected as a creator. I made that comic to thank my followers, and right off the bat someone who is not even following me goes on and snatches it up.

The intent to repost this before anyone else was clear. Not once have I received a message asking for permission. It’s like… nobody cared to ask me first? It’s okay as long as they slap my name on the description like “lairep on tumblr made this”? Haha. no

Did they directly link the original post? Did they directly link my blog? No. And let’s be real, who’s even going to bother manually typing my name on the searchbar to go to my blog to see more of my posts when they can easily find them on some reposter’s account? Just giving the name is not enough credit. Just giving a name is not enough “exposure” or whatever new excuse a reposter has for doing it.

I’m not asking for much. Just don’t make me feel this way. Like I don’t matter besides providing content for you to peruse as you please. I do this for fun and I enjoy sharing, but I have the right to share in however way I want to. I’m the one making it, not you.

It took me a lot of courage to even start posting anything at all, because I’ve had previous experience of art theft that drove me from drawing and sharing for years… and if this goes on—- let’s just say I don’t want a repeat of that. I want to share, I want to make content, so please don’t do things that would make me want to stop.

Please don’t make other creators feel this way. Let creators feel like they matter. That you appreciate them. That you want them to keep making content you and others would enjoy. Make them feel the joy they give you with their posts. Make them feel like staying in the fandom instead of leaving.

Don’t steal, don’t repost. At the very least, drop a line to ask permission. It’s not hard to click links and type words. Even just to show you respect them as a person. It’ll be worth it, I promise. c:

This has been a long post (and I haven’t even touched on PLAGIARISM), but I had to say my piece. I fully support this blackout for me, my friends, and for other creators who are dealing with this kind of thing every. freaking. day.

Edit: Accidentally posted early instead of drafting, but I wanted to say I love all you artists/writers out there who bring joy and angst to the fandom and I hope you continue doing the thing c: I support you against all thieves, reposters, and plagiarizers. 

I made this quick little gif because I find it pretty interesting that those textbooks suddenly show up for awhile in the bottom corner.  It makes me wonder if Grunkle Stan had to study a lot of physics and such in order to understand Ford’s research and if so, maybe he’s pretty smart now himself?  It would be really amazing if there was an episode in the future where Ford starts explaining some quantum mechanics stuff and assumes it’s going way over his brother’s head only for Grunkle Stan to speak up with the answer.  There would be stunned silence and then he could pull an epic, “What? Like it’s hard?”

Pixel Art Tree Tutorial

When I first started out doing pixel art I couldn’t find a good tutorial on how to make trees. So now that I’m a bit better, I’ve decided to make my own! 

For this tutorial, you’ll need some sort of digital art program. You probably shouldn’t be looking at digital art tutorials if you don’t have a digital art program. I use Pro Motion, but I’m pretty sure that Gimp and Photoshop work too. 

For space-saving reasons, I’ll put the rest beneath the read more

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New Rules

Word count: 3,452

Warning: smut

Request: Based on ‘New Rules by Dua Lipa’

Another night at the club. Kai has been visiting the same club over and over again, sometimes alone, sometimes with Damon and the rest of the crew, but every night was the same. Coming to the club, drinking until he couldn’t think and then going back home, torturing himself with his own thoughts until he finally managed to fall asleep. Of all the girls that Damon offered Kai to meet them, he rejected almost every single one of them. The ones he agreed to meet, he left alone eventually. He didn’t care about anyone else  because you were the only person he cared about and he let you go, which makes it the biggest mistake in his entire life. He thought he wasn’t worth it and as much as you tried to convince him that he was, he didn’t listen. 

He twirled his fingers around the glass filled with bourbon placed in front of him and his gaze focused on the brown transparent liquid, the light above his head shining down onto his drink.

‘Dude, come and join us! Unless you’re too wasted to do anything right now.’ Damon yelled, trying to overcome the loud music blasting in the club. Kai shook his head and pointed at his glass, smiling for a split second before his face expression went serious again. He was left alone again and for some reason, he looked up and there he saw you, standing with your friends, wearing the dress that he liked the most on you, the one that made you look like his queen and kissed every part of your body perfectly. His face lit up instantly, a big smile illuminating on his face. After two years, his heart still skipped a beat just as the first time he met you. Seeing you had only reminded him what a fool he has been for breaking up with you. To him, you were the most beautiful girl in the world and when you and him were together, he made sure that you knew that. He couldn’t take his eyes off you and has been gathering the courage to approach you, tell you how sorry he was, but when he stood up off the stool, ready to approach you, a guy appeared right beside you, his arm wrapping around your waist and not even a second later, his lips locked with yours. Smile disappeared from Kai’s face, his heart aching from the sight of another man being able to do what he wanted. He ran his fingers furiously through his hair and threw the money on a black bar before he stormed out of the club and back home.

He was sitting in the dark room, curtains closed. The only light in the room was a small lamp, its lightbulb flickering. A glass was resting casually in his hand while his other hand rested under his chin, his thumb brushing his bottom lip. A scene of a different guy having you in his arms felt like torture to him and he couldn’t stop thinking about that or how beautiful you looked everytime you laughed, your dimples becoming more visible or the way you flipped or tucked your hair behind your ear. He drank everything he had in his glass and tapped his fingers on the mahagony table, thinking if it’s the right thing to do, but it didn’t take him too reach out his hand, pick up his laptop as he opened an email and started writing.

3 am

Black heels laying on the bedroom floor, scattered, while the dress was placed neatly on the chair next to your closet. Dimmed light in the bathroom was enough for you, not causing you any headaches, a couple of drinks you had at the club haven’t helped at all either. You wiped your mouth with a towel when you heard a beeping sound on your computer. You peeked from the bathroom, rushing to your laptop as you opened it, new email waiting for you right there. Your eyes went wide as you gasped when you saw who was it from. Malachai Parker. Hesitation took over your body, but somehow, you couldn’t stop yourself from opening it. You swallowed hard and started reading it.

‘Why do you have to be so fucking perfect? I- I saw you tonight. With that guy. I can’t tell you how fucking mad I am. That was supposed to be me, there next to you. I love you and I will always love you. Maybe it’s the alcohol talking, but I love you. It was nice seeing how you became such an independent woman and how after two years, I still have feelings for you. I can’t stop myself from thinking about you and I’ll do anything to get you back.
          - Kai’

Fuck. That was the first thing that popped into your head. You had been thinking about Kai a lot as well. He was your first true love and he was your first in everything. Years you have spent with him were completely magical and it showed you what being in love meant and how can you love someone so much it makes your heart ache. He was your whole world, but for some reason he decided to end it all. You wiped away a single tear that rolled down your cheek, pulling yourself together.

One, don’t pick up the phone
You know he’s only calling 'cause he’s drunk and alone

You jumped at the sound of your phone ringing. The number was familiar and it only made your body shake, but at the same time, you wanted to answer it. You swallowed hard when you figured out who it was and just when you wanted to pick up, your phone stopped ringing but after a few moments, you heard a knock on your front doors. You slowly walked towards the front doors and opened them, only to be faced with your ex lover, looking wasted and with a bottle in his hand.

'Kai? What are you doing here?’ You whispered and hid your body behind the doors, your head the only thing visible to Kai.

'Well, you weren’t answering my calls or my email so I decided to visit you. Can I come in?’ He asked, leaning on the door frame, his breath reeking of alcohol.

Two, don’t let him in
You’ll have to kick him out again

'I don’t think that’s a good idea. I-’

'Please. I- I really need to talk to you. Please, I won’t do anything stupid.’

You hesitated at first, but you had to let him in. It’s not like anything would have happened besides a decent conversation. He plopped himself on the couch, his gaze following your every movement. You sat down next to him and cleared your throat, unsure as to how to start a conversation with him after so long.

'You can’t even look at me, can you?’ His voice cracked as you could hear pain in his voice. He brought the bottle close to his lips, ready to empty it right there. You stopped him and took the bottle from his hands, placing it on the coffee table in front of you. You lifted your head up and locked your eyes with his, earning a small smile from him.

'Of course I can. Why wouldn’t I? No matter how our relationship ended, you are still the only man I have ever loved in my life, but-’

'But not anymore. Got it. Look-’ he cupped your face and came closer, your nose almost touching. You furrowed your brows at his actions, but refused to push him away. Having him so close to your body after a long time felt so calming and so familiar, his hands as warm as you remembered. 'I will never forgive myself for hurting you. I- I was a jerk who couldn’t see farther from his own nose and I hate myself because of it, but you- I need you. You’re mine and I can’t- I can’t just let you go.’ He pressed his forehead on yours and after a few moments, he kissed you deeply, your lips in sync with his just as before. It felt so good to kiss him, his tongue massaging yours so beautifully. It made your heart skip a beat and shivers run down your spine. You were returning the kiss, but not for long as it hit you.

Three, don’t be his friend
You know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
And if you’re under him, you ain’t getting over him

'Kai.’ You pushed him away, his eyes staring deeply into yours. 'I have a boyfriend. I- I can’t do this, I shouldn’t be doing this!’ You stated and got up as you ran your fingers through your hair, paving around the living room. 'You need to go.’

'Why?’ He asked so innocently, looking like a small child.

'Because- isn’t it obvious? I can’t control myself when I’m around you.’

I keep pushin’ forwards, but he keeps pullin’ me backwards
Now I’m standing back from it, I finally see the pattern
But my love, he doesn’t love me, so I tell myself, I tell myself

'That’s what I wanted to hear.’ He muttered and swiftly got up, alcohol that was running through his body making him trip over his own feet but it didn’t stop him from reaching your body, pushing you against the front door as he placed his knee between your legs, his warm breath washing over your face. You moaned out when you felt his hips pushing forward, locking your body firmly with his, unable to move. Your knees felt like jello and you were dying to kiss him, to feel him again, to memorize every part of his body one more time. He cupped your face with his both hands and smashed his lips with yours, kissing you like his life depended on it. From the moment he kissed you, you knew you wouldn’t be able to resist him but small amount of particles in your body kept pushing you away from him. You pulled away and locked your eyes with his blue ones, showing him a sympathetic look. He sighed deeply and looked down at his feet as he stepped back and shoved his hands into his pockets.

'I understand. Don’t worry, I- I won’t bother you anymore.’ He reached behind you, ready to grab the door knob and let himself out when you grabbed his arm, not wanting him to leave.

'Kai. Please stay with me tonight.’ You whispered, your voice barely audible as if you were scared that he would reject you.

'You don’t have to ask twice.’ A smile flashed on his face, somehow the tension in his shoulders leaving. You intertwined your fingers with his and led him straight to your bedroom and not too far away, you both stepped into the dark room, only moonlight shining through the window and illuminating the dark room. You looked at him and smiled before you laid down under the covers, Kai following you, but before he did, he took his shirt off and his jeans. You swallowed at the sight of seeing him shirtless again, his toned torso completely exposed to your eyes. He climbed onto your bed and covered himself up, his strong arms wrapping around your body and after a long time, you finally felt as if you were home.

'Thanks for staying with me.’ You whispered.

'I’ll always be here if you need me.’ He muttered and kissed your forehead gently as you both drifted off to sleep just like you used to.

One, don’t pick up the phone
You know he’s only calling 'cause he’s drunk and alone
Two, don’t let him in
You’ll have to kick him out again
Three, don’t be his friend
You know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
And if you’re under him, you ain’t getting over him

6:24 am

Your eyes fluttered open, sun shining through the window as you looked around the room and finally your eyes landed on the one person you have been longing for. You turned around to your side and propped yourself up to get a better look. Kai was facing you, his eyes still closed. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep. He looked so vulnerable and beautiful at the same. You couldn’t stop staring at him and the way a single ray of sunshine shone down on his face. You ran your fingers through his hair softly, remembering how soft his hair felt under your fingertips. You smiled and at that time, your eyes fell down to his lips, admiring how full and pink they looked and you couldn’t stop yourself as you pressed your lips on his. You suddenly felt him returning the kiss as his hands cupped your face and started kissing you deeply and passionately. He pulled away and tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, admiring you.

'You’re just as beautiful as I remember.’ He traced his thumb over your bottom lip, making you close your eyes. His hands found their way to your thighs, lifting you up and placing your right on his crotch, your knees on each side of his body. He caressed your thighs with his hands and stopping on your ass, pushing your hips down even more, earning a quiet moan from you when you felt his lenght underneath you even more. 'I would do anything to make you mine just one more time.’ He trailed off, desperation in his voice. Your started grinding your hips in slow figure eights, Kai’s hands squeezing your waist tightly and pressing you down, following your movements. You didn’t say anything or nod, you only leaned in and kissed his lips passionately, your hips grinding at the same pace, a moan leaving Kai’s body. He reached behind you and tugged at your shirt as he pushed his hands under it, his hands caressing your back before he lifted it up and took your shirt off, throwing it down on the floor.

'I love it when you’re not wearing anything under your shirt.’ He brought his lips closer to your chest and planted dozens of kisses around your breasts before he pinched your nipples, feeling them getting harder under his touch. You threw your head back, your hips grinding on Kai’s crotch faster. 'I can’t wait to be inside you.’ He grabbed your panties and ripped them in two pieces as he traced his fingers through your folds. You moaned out quietly and jolted your hips forward, pushing them against Kai’s hand. You grabbed his hand and roughly pressed his fingers on your clit, circling them around in figure eights. He pushed your hands away, holding them behind your back with his one hand while he kept making circle motions on your clit, picking up his pace gradually. You threw your head back and moaned out loudly, Kai’s lips pressing on your nipple as he started twisting it with his tongue, grazing his teeth against it.

Malachai.’ You moaned out his name as you felt his mouth pulling away from your body and his fingers stopped moving. You swiftly opened your eyes and looked at him, his eyes wide and his breathing turned shallow and fast.

'What?’ You asked befuddledly.

'You know what that does to me.’ He whispered and picked you up with ease and threw you down on the bed. You did know it, but when his full name slipped out, you haven’t thought about it much. Kai always loved when you said his full name during sex. It was a big turn on for him for some reason. He grinded his clothed crotch on your exposed heat, his hard lenght brushing against your clit perfectly.

'Kai, please.’ You begged him, feeling weak and too frustrated. You needed him more than anything, craving for him as your mind went blank, the only thing inside your mind and in front of you was him. He pushed his boxers down his legs, kicking them off on the floor. He pushed your legs further apart, his gaze falling down to your clit. You propped yourself up on your elbows, looking directly at his manhood. You bit your lip at the sight of his hard lenght, just as you remembered. He grabbed his thick shaft with his hand and pumped a couple of times, his pre-cum visible on his tip. He came closer and lifted your hips up, your back now off the bed. He placed his tip between your folds and started circling it around before pressing it on your clit.

'So wet. And all mine.’ He pushed in quickly, filling you up to the hilt. You almost screamed out, his thick shaft streching you out so perfectly. You arched your back and grabbed onto his shoulders, diging your nails into his skin.

'I’ve missed you so much!’ Kai moaned out and placed his head in the crook of your neck, placing a gentle kiss on your collar bone. He slowly withdrew himself and then went back in at the same pace when he first entered you. You could feel his every inch slowly leaving your body and then filling you up again, your walls wrapped tightly around him. His every thrust felt so good but at the same time it felt like torture. His thrusts were rough ad fast, hitting your spot every time as you felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm and Kai knew it when you started clenching around him more frequently as seconds passed.

'Oh fuck!’ You screamed out and felt your body shaking, your orgasm tearing through your body as you grabbed onto the bed sheets tightly, your knuckles turning white. You got down from your high but Kai had no intentions of stopping. He grabbed onto the headboard behind you with both of his hands, thrusting so fast into you that your breath hitched everytime he hit your spot. Suddenly, he pulled out and flipped you over, pressing you harshly down on his hips. You wanted to move but he kept your hips in place with his hands as he started thrusting from underneath you, his length going as deep as possible, your arousal dripping down his shaft and on the bed, his thick shaft sliding easily in and out of you. You bit your lip so hard that it almost started bleeding, trying to suppress your screams but with Kai’s sudden rough thrust, a loud scream escaped your mouth.

'That’s right. Don’t hold back your screams. I love it when you scream my name.’ He groaned out, his hips meeting yours perfectly, an orgasm slowly but so sweetly approaching. You placed your hands on his chest for support and reached down to your clit, rubbing rough circles on your clit as the familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach took over your body one more time. Your limbs went numb and you felt tired, but you knew Kai was far from being done with you. He flipped you over again and climbed on top of you, entering you again swiftly.

'I forgot how good you feel wrapped so nicely around me.’ He whispered in your ear and hooked your leg onto his hip and grabbed the headboard again. 'Fuck.’ Your walls unintentionally clenched around him, triggering his release as he came inside you in a few hot spurts, his grip on the heaboard had gotten so strong that the wood snapped under his grip. He rode out his orgasm and quickly pulled out, his hands lifting you up and placing you on his face, his tongue flickering on your clit, getting your closer and closer to your third orgasm. A small tear rolled down your cheek when you felt yourself coming, your body uncontrollably shaking. You collapsed on the bed, unable to move. Panting was the only sound echoing through the room at that moment, sweat beads visible on your foreheads. Kai looked at you and saw another tear rolling down your cheek.

'Hey.’ He placed a finger on your chin, turning your head to face him. 'Did I hurt you?’ You shook your head and wiped away your tears with the back of your hand.

'You regret this?’ He asked but you shook your head again. You pulled yourself up and locked your lips with his shortly before you wrapped your arms around his body, your head resting on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

'Just stay with me. Don’t go.’ You whispered and closed your eyes, Kai’s fingers gently drawing invisible patterns on your bare back.

I’m here.

this is a friendly reminder that it’s always important to spread our bughead love to the twitterverse! we want the people who work hard on this show to know how much we love and support our sleuths– so i’ve put together a small list of people to send our love to

producers

@WriterRAS* @SarahSoWitty  @GBerlanti

writers

@BrianEPaterson @_RossMaxwell @CohenJulia @brittashipsit @RiverdaleWriter

network

@TheCW @CW_Riverdale

actors

@lilireinhart​ @colesprouse

if you’re able, i implore you to tweet your support tonight. you don’t have to @ anybody if it makes you uncomfortable, but i encourage you to use #bughead in your tweets. it would be awesome to get our detectives trending tonight! we can’t control the amount of hate our ship receives, but we can make sure our voices aren’t drowned out by the hate :)

*as always, if there’s anybody i missed on the list that you feel should be added, let me know

“Well, you know, it’s a really good cast, a fantastic crew. You know, we’re all like a family, so it’s just a great environment…” Jensen answered, nodding a little. There were people everywhere, cameras flashing and an excited chatter slowly rising to a dull roar. Award shows were always like that and to be honest he wasn’t a huge fan of them. But just having Supernatural nominated for something was a huge honor, and he would do anything to support the show.

A commotion from nearby snagged his attention, making him turn to see what was going on. The interviewer said something else, but Jensen didn’t even hear them. 

His entire being was focused on you.

You’d just arrived, wearing a stunning floor length dress that made his heart quicken in his chest. Your hair was half up, half down in some intricate bun thing that would forever fascinate him, leaving a few strands to frame your face. Just then your y/e/c eyes flicked up, meeting his from across the throngs of people. Somehow the two of you were always in tune, and this was yet another example. Of all the people milling about, you’d looked up and found him. And dammit did he want to go over there and show you just how beautiful you were. 

“Mr. Ackles?” The interviewer asked, probably for the fifth time and making Jensen snap back to the present. 

“Hmm?” he asked, only a little embarrassed that he’d completely missed whatever they’d asked.

“I asked if you wanted to comment on having Y/N as a regular on the show now,” the reporter asked with a knowing smile. Jensen laughed a little and gave them a shit-eating grin before glancing back over to where you were.

“Well I guess since you already caught me staring…” he said, rubbing the back of his neck and trying to fight the blush creeping up his neck. “Y/N really fits in well with everybody. It sort of felt like she’d always been with us, so it wasn’t hard to make a decision about keeping her on. She’s great to work with, and uh, she gives my shit right back to me, you know?” Jensen said, grinning when you made a face at him, “See? That’s exactly what I’m talking about,” he laughed, pointing over at you. That got your attention, and you made your way over to him. 

“Talking crap about me, Ackles?” You asked, raising a teasing eyebrow.

“Nah, just telling them how great you are,” he replied easily, giving you that smile that he knew drove you crazy as he slid his arm around you. 

“Damn straight,” you said, leaning into him a little. Right then and there, Jensen knew he’d have to do something about this. Maybe that night after the awards he’d tell you how he felt. He was sure it was there for you, too. He could see it in your eyes.

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this is a friendly reminder that it’s always important to spread our bughead love to the twitterverse! we want the people who work hard on this show to know how much we love and support our sleuths– so i’ve put together a small list of people to send our love to

producers

@WriterRAS* @SarahSoWitty  @GBerlanti

writers

@BrianEPaterson @_RossMaxwell @CohenJulia @brittashipsit @RiverdaleWriter 

network

@TheCW @CW_Riverdale

actors

@lilireinhart​ @colesprouse

if you’re able, i implore you to tweet your support tonight. you don’t have to @ anybody if it makes you uncomfortable, but i encourage you to use #bughead in your tweets. it would be awesome to get our detectives trending tonight! we can’t control the amount of hate our ship receives, but we can make sure our voices aren’t drowned out by the hate :) 

*as always, if there’s anybody i missed on the list that you feel should be added, let me know

How incredible was this moment for El?

No seriously, how incredible was it? She’s with this man she calls ‘Papa,’ who has taken care of her for what we can presume is all of her life. While he’s done horrible things to her, he’s the only one who was consistently there for her - offering his comfort when she was pushed too hard, showing his pride in her when she reached a new level or her abilities, giving her gifts to make up for the pain she went through. It’s was very clearly an abusive relationship, but for someone in El’s position, they don’t know anything different. She spent her life seeking that approval, trying to make him happy and proud so that maybe he would one day stop pushing her, stop making her do these terrible things. In the mix of all of this mess of emotions, he is her Papa and he is all she knows.

And then she spends one week - just seven days - with Mike and his friends, and she experiences his kindness, his care for his friends. El probably had no real compass for bad or good before this, but the first day she meets Mike she understands what bad is. Papa is bad. His people are bad. The monster is bad. She is bad for opening the gate. And once she’s back in the arms of her Papa, and she looks over at Mike, she doesn’t hesitate to reach out for him.

She rejects the hand of the only person she’d ever really had in her life, for this kid she knew for seven days. The amount of trust she has in him is what truly distinguishes their relationship. Not their kiss, not their promise to go to the Snow Ball. It’s their intense all or nothing kind of trust.

Some things I was thinking about Spike kind of recently:

We see Spike fight for and win the restoration of his soul, and it’s a first step toward becoming a better man. Buffy sees his potential, she understands what he’s done, and she believes in him. She doesn’t expect him to be instantly changed completely (but, judging from some fans’ complaints, they do???), but she knows he’s on a good path and that he doesn’t want to be what he was, and that’s good enough for her. 

Some fans complain that when he materializes in Angel, he reverts to some of his old, pre-soul ways, especially in terms of how he treats women, and see this as invalidating any argument that Spike changed because he had a soul. I’m about to argue that that’s a simplistic, reductive understanding of Spike and what he’s been though - especially if we’re going to make the claim that part of what we like so much about this show is the complexity of its characters. I think the answer to these “backslides” lies in Spike’s own impostor syndrome, and lack of support from those around him - as often happens to real people in real life. You’ve heard of addicts falling off the wagon, even after years of sobriety, right? I think this is kind of similar. Think also about how hard it is to change a reputation, and even when you’re different now, it’s hard to live up to that when no one believes you and it seems like they’re even out to undermine you. 

Had Spike materialized with the Scoobies instead of Wolfram and Hart, I think he would have been better off. They saw or at least have firsthand knowledge of his sacrifice. They may have been dubious about the changes he made before, but this would have seriously raised his stock with them, even with Giles and Xander. They may still give him some shit here or there, but it would certainly turn the tables in terms of people not automatically expecting the worst of him all the time. 

Instead, he lands at Wolfram and Hart. Spike had looked up to Angelus in the days of mayhem, and Angelus had screwed him over and really disrespected him. Ensouled Angel isn’t much better, especially now that they both want Buffy’s affections. Now that Spike is likewise ensouled, Angel sees Spike as even more of a rival - not just in terms of Buffy, but  also in terms of being special, being a champion who’ll save the world, etc. Every single thing Angel does and says to Spike is with the intent of undermining and marginalizing him, in order for Angel to feel all better about himself. Even in Spike’s pre-vampire life he was treated like shit by people, and then there’s that whole fucked up thing with his mom. That’ll do a number on your head.

Now think of what that must do to Spike. It’s like having the dad or some other key person in your circle telling you you’ll never amount to anything, and no matter how hard you try, nobody sees it. In fact, out of that whole Wolfram and Hart bunch, Fred was really the only one who treated him with respect and saw him for who and what he really was. But she was just one person, and while she had a positive impact on Spike, what he really needed was community support. He likely would’ve had that with the Scoobies. 

Then there’s the thing about where, once Spike’s corporeal, he grabs Harmony without consent, makes sexual advances at her, and so forth. Not gonna lie - I agree that it’s not okay. What I will say about that, though, is that Wolfram and Hart was toxic for Spike - both in terms of how it was inherently toxic for everyone, and in terms of it being like sending a recovering addict to hang out at a crack house. If we think of Spike’s transition into ensouled life as a recovery period, we understand that it’s still pretty early in his recovery, and without support, it’s not much of a stretch to imagine that he’d slip into old ways. 

As a side note, having taken classes on the psychology of sexuality including sex crimes, I learned that in New Zealand they’ve had a lot of success reducing recidivism among those who commit sex crimes because they don’t shame the perpetrators the way they do here in the US, but rather they use cognitive therapy and reintegrate them into the community and give them the support they need to stay on a good path. Novel idea, huh? I mention this by way of saying that Spike wasn’t hopeless or a liar because of what happened with Harmony. Rather, I’m saying it could have been much, much different if he’d been surrounded by people who believed in him and were invested in him believing in himself. 

Which brings me to impostor syndrome. You can see it, every time Spike has to prove he’s good enough. Much of his too-cool-for-it attitude is a cover for his vulnerabilities. We also know that in a lot of ways, because of how he’s been treated through his life, he worries that he really doesn’t measure up - it’s just a matter of not letting others find out. Complicate that with almost everyone around him treating him like he’s a scumbag. People tell you something about yourself long enough and often enough, you start to believe it. That’s how abuse works, after all. 

The thing is, though, in the face of all that, Spike keeps trying. He screws up, but he keeps trying. Also, in the Angel finale where he totally kills it at the open mic poetry reading - THAT was huge, because HE MADE HIMSELF VULNERABLE, and he was accepted. Were it not for having to go fight the Senior Partners, the community at that bar probably would’ve been a great step toward finding a support system outside of the Scoobies and everyone else he knew up to that point. Even more, it was a taste of success at something he was told he was never any good at, and it had nothing to do with impressing Buffy or one-upping Angel. He did it for HIMSELF, and I believe that is a powerful moment that would keep him from backsliding/relapsing into “old” Spike again. 

Perhaps, if after losing his life to permanently closing the Hellmouth he’d been called William the Brave, there’d be less room for William the Bloody to return, even in those small spaces of time. 

[SUMMARY: Lisbeth sneaks into Negans compound, eventually finding his bedroom. Negan returns a lot sooner than she expected. As she is hiding, she realizes he is seriously wounded and he collapses in front of her.]

Semi fluff, flirty Negan.

Negan and Lisbeth.

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