this was so hard to decide on what to put in the gifset

anonymous asked:

could you give me some frat boy sterek please? its one of my faves. thank you!!

Fratboy fics are my *crack*  -Emmy

Battle of the Bros by damnfancyscotch 

(2,044 I Teen I Complete)

The Alpha Tau house and the Beta Sigma house have been rivals since before Stiles was born.


Or, a Frat AU with a prank war and cute boys.

The Beat Goes (On and On) by dansunedisco 

(2,096 I Explicit I Complete)

Stiles takes a sip of his beer and scans the crowd. It’s wild tonight, but that’s nothing new for Alpha Delt. Jackson’s on DJ duty, which explains the shitty dubstep blasting through the speakers. Writhing, drunk bodies are packed in every corner, and the scent of weed hangs heavy in the stale air. He takes a sniff and sighs, disappointed. He was offered to take a hit off one of the many blunts making the rounds tonight, but he declined. All because Derek likes him to be (mostly) sober when they fuck, doesn’t like to mess around with consent on either end.

Not that Derek’s shown any interest in him tonight. Whatever.

Let’s Get It On by Stereksale7 

(2,385 I Explicit I Complete)

Some smut based off some real life smut

And Just Watch Us Burn by samanthahirr

(5,952 I Explicit I Complete)

Stiles goes to a Halloween party on campus to blow off some steam after a stressful week of midterms. He doesn’t expect the party to be crashed by both a supernatural predator and Derek Hale.

Your First by Simone (fvckyourfandoms) 

(7,278 I Explicit I Complete)

It’s Stiles freshman year of college and he decides to rush a fraternity. He becomes Vice President Derek Hale’s favorite pledge and they end up much closer than expected.


A story in which Derek can’t keep his hands off of Stiles’ sweet, irresistible, virgin ass and fails at not feeling him up.

I’m all Strung Out, My Heart is Fried by twnkwlf

(10,627 I Explicit I Complete)

“He’s an 11, Stiles,” she says glancing toward Derek, who is a few meters away, saying hi to some people Stiles doesn’t know, and filling a red cup with beer. “That’s the kind of guy who ruins the scale for all men. The scale is broken. Now all you can do is stick out your ass and hope for the best.”

Lift Off by takeittothestars 

(12,904 I Mature I WIP)

For Rena’s gifset AU:
“In a world in which the Hales are alive and healthy, Derek grew up to be a very self-confident college student who enjoys living life to the fullest and not denying himself simple pleasures; like drinking with his fratboy buddies, playing sports, or, you know, gangly, awkward, sarcastic and nerd-tastic teenagers who catch his eye.”

Initiation Rights by asilentstreet 

(13,942 I Explicit I Complete)

The new Alpha Delta Chi pledge class is a bunch of worthless idiots.


Derek gets suckered into staring in frat-porn not once, but twice.

Hale to the Chief by LadyLazarus 

(14,403 I Explicit I Complete)  *first son!Stiles, bodyguards

First Son Stiles Stilinski thought college back home in Beacon Hills would be the best thing ever.

That is, until he realized that he’d be stuck with Derek Hale as his roommate the entire year.

Fraternity Relations by Betabeacons 

(17,149 I Mature I Complete)

Stiles and Derek are presidents of rival Fraternities. When the Dean of the University asks them to work together they have to put aside their differences and get along for the good of their houses. They end up realising that first impressions can be misleading.

As We Become Men by secretfanboy 

(18,968 I Mature I Complete)  *nerd!derek, jock!stiles

The wildest frat on campus is the Kappa Beta house.   Sheltered nerd Derek Hale, who has always done what was expected of him, is excited just to get to see the inside of the building.  Once inside he meets man about campus Stiles Stilinski and his world is turned upside down.  Stiles is nothing like anyone Derek’s ever known and Derek finds himself doing things he never imagined he’d do.  

What is this power Stiles has over him?

And who is turning frat boys into werewolves?

It’s Called a Heart Boner by RemainNameless 

(26,784 I Mature I Complete)

In which everyone and everything ever in the history of the world is trying to ruin Derek’s life before he can finish his master’s, especially his evil twin sister, his weird ability to start relationships on accident, his best friend’s obsession with his sex life, people with dimples, his subsequent inability to end relationships, manipulative sorority queens, and oh yeah, that stupid drunk ass freshman he keeps running into.


The five times Derek saves a very drunk Stiles and the one time Stiles saves him back.

I Might Be a Fool by prettylittlementirosa 

(35,375 I Explicit I Complete)

The thing about Stiles, though, is that for him, turned on and angry are not mutually exclusive feelings. He may be painfully hard but that doesn’t mean he’s not also ready to strangle Derek for having the audacity to act like this is something that’s happening to him, not something that is almost entirely his fault. So when Derek let’s out what must be his hundredth long-suffering sigh, Stiles snaps.

(or the one that was supposed to be a GRΣΣK AU but is mostly just a study in the gratuitous and inconsistent use of punctuation)

A Year of Firsts by theycallmeBeebo 

(47,318 I Mature I WIP)

Freshmen year starts off with Stiles and Scott rooming together and moving in different directions.  Scott is excited to be joining a frat and Stiles is usually tagging along.  That starts to change once he meets the VP of Scott’s frat (Derek Hale) and doesnt mind going to the parties with Scott anymore.

Defending Claire

This is spurred by recent comments and the fact that I’ve seen like 100 gifsets of Jamie making out with Mary, but literally none of Claire having what is essentially emotionless sex with Frank. Frank, who is her first husband. Frank, who she has had sex with before. Frank, who Jamie sent her and their unborn child back to so they could live in safety. I get the dislike for Frank and I share it—I created Icy Road gifs, remember? I hate that Clare is stuck in the 1900s with him and I can’t wait for him to kick the bucket. I’m buying champagne for Sunday. It was perfectly OK for Jamie to take whatever he needed in a sexual encounter with Mary. I just know people will bend over backwards to justify Geneva, because Jamie can do no wrong. Anyways, I honestly want to know why the general opinion seems to be that it’s not OK for Claire to do the same with Frank, or why it’s especially not OK if she’s just trying to be in the moment and not necessarily thinking of Jamie throughout, as Caitriona mentioned in the Elle interview. To be honest, I don’t really care what she was thinking about. I personally think she couldn’t stop thinking about Jamie even though she tried really hard to, but who cares? She could be thinking about Jamie, kittens, the bird she stared at in 3x01, where she could get the best deal on twin beds, or Colum’s ass from 1x03. We know she was longing for Jamie, the scene where she masturbates proves that. So does the bagpipes scene, which really broke my heart. Caitriona nailed every step of Claire’s progression in 3x02.

There just seems to be a double standard here. We saw a woman own her sexuality and take whatever pleasure she needed—that same desire for human connection that Jamie longs for. And sorry not sorry, but the first sex scene was hot and that was all because of the realism Caitriona adds to those scenes. I didn’t really even notice who was under her. I always find it interesting that the show is praised for how it depicts Claire’s sexuality, yet fans almost want to shame her whenever she owns it. 

Claire was desperately trying to make her situation of incredible loneliness and ultimate futility work in 3x02. Claire’s journey may not be filled with physical strife like Jamie’s, but it’s just as agonizing and heartbreaking. She’s a shadow of herself as well. Through Bree, she lives with a daily physical reminder of her dead husband and everything she left behind. Claire is also in a prison, it’s just, as the producers said, “one that’s well-decorated.” Jamie is not the only one who has made sacrifices here. Claire has made some as well. She’s fulfilling the promise she made to Jamie. We know from 2x13 that the secrets Claire is harboring prevent her from having a close relationship with her daughter. To me, that is incredibly sad. That’s a sacrifice. Yet it’s rarely acknowledged and she rarely gets credit for it. Instead people describe her as cold and unlikeable—whether she’s with Jamie or not. Claire’s existence is not merely to tell Jamie’s story. 

I like that she tried with Frank. I think we needed to see that in anticipation of what comes next. We needed to see how she ultimately shuts that part of herself off and decides to put all of her energy into raising her daughter and becoming a doctor. It will make when she does reunite with Jamie that much more poignant. But in her current situation, she doesn’t think that’s possible. She’s moving forward and playing the cards she’s been dealt.

A lovely anon requested I make a tutorial for how I made the gifs from this gifset. I decided to create a new gif that mimicked the style of the gifset so I could take those reading the tutorial through the complete process. All you need is adobe photoshop, a basic level of knowledge of the program, and patience!

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female awesome meme: [3/5] non-warrior characters  ⇒  Laura Roslin (Battlestar Galactica)  

“After what we’ve been through, it would be very easy to give up, to lose hope. But not here. Not today.”

Time After Time: Peg O’ My Heart

Summary: If it were up to Dean, he’d never travel through time again. But no matter how many times he bitched about it, his ass always ended up in the past. Chasing after the Greek god of time, Chronos, Dean gets zapped back to 1943, where he shot a Nazi,  and met the legendary Steve Rogers and James ‘Bucky’ Barnes.
Characters in this chapter: Dean Winchester, Steve Rogers, Anrim Zola, Peggy Carter
Characters mentioned: Chronos
Word count: 1,359
Warnings: Time travel, canon violence, language, major canon divergence [it’s an AU / crossover folks]
Author’s note: Inspired by this GIFset. Thank you @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog [AKA @captain-rogers-beard ] and @climbthatmooselikeatree for listening to me babble on end about this. Your patience and help means so much more than you can imagine. GIF credit [x] GIFs found on Google 

My work is not to be posted on any other sites without my express written permission.


“So, spill already. What bucket of syrup did you two blockheads step into?” Peggy knows Steve, knows that if there’s something amiss, Steve will have already dove head first into the fray.

“We need your help, Peg,” Steve breathes, willing himself to not grab the woman he loves and kiss her senseless. “Seems we got a time traveller running around.”

Both men take notice of the sparkle that lights up Peggy’s face. “Delightful.”


I’m in 1943, man. Time travel, again. My favorite. You ready for what’s next? I’m working with Steve Rogers. Yeah, dude. Captain fucking America! It’s crazy. I don’t even know if it’s real or if I’m stuck in some weird dream world.

Whoever you and I started hunting, I think Steve is, too. Huh. Still hasn’t sunk in. I’m working with Steve Rogers. Oh, and his friend… Bucky! Man, it’s weird seeing him without a metal arm. I’m trying not to say too much, but I already let the Avengers slip. I know, I know… time travel is tricky and shit like that.

Right now, I’m at Carter’s Tailoring in Brooklyn. It’s mainly a front for the beginning of SHIELD, I think. Because there’s no way a shop this small and tucked away makes enough cash to stay open. Steve’s girl, Peggy, is helping, doing some research into what’s happening.

Wait… isn’t Peggy the one Steve loves? Shit, it is, and I just hit on her. Fuck, I’m an idiot.

Steve pushes his head through the curtain. “Got something.”

“Right behind you,” Dean gruffs.

Peggy turns the book around, showing Dean what she and Steve found. “It’s the infinite hourglass.”

“That’s the symbol I saw on his ring,” Dean confirms.

“Yeah, that’s the mark of Chronos,” Peggy adds, watching Dean closely, see if there’s any kind of recognition in his eyes.

The war had brought all kinds of supernatural forces to the front line, none scarier than Red Skull. He was ruthless, without remorse or conscience, obliterating everything, everyone in his path. He wanted to rule the world, even if that meant being the only survivor.

Dean shakes his head. “Who?”

“The god of time,” Steve answers, sounding less than enthusiastic about someone other than Jesus Christ himself marching around, calling themselves God.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Ive been really confused about the whole Dean Cas relationship. Like I know Dean cares for Cas deeply but it's no where near what Cas has done for Dean(giving up everything he has) So like am I not noticing something here or like is their dynamic like that?

I don’t think relationships should be measured by what one gives up for the other. I think it’s something the show accidentally imparts with all the dramatic self-sacrifice but it’s something the show has also been trying to dismantle since season 8, with the plot thread of showing the codependency between Sam and Dean as unhealthy instead of something to glorify, and attempting to move them to a healthier place with more people to rely on and less dependence on each other to the point of ceasing to function when the other is dead.

I’m sorry to keep going back to @superspecpod but maybe it’s just because it’s out loud meta so the words stick in my head differently, but I’m remembering them talking in the most recent (”super lost plotlines” or something) about how Cas would want to see Dean sacrifice for him in a way for the narrative to show us Dean cares as much for Cas as he does for Sam, and as Cas does for him. But at the same time really really don’t want it for Dean’s sake because it will be putting him in a really bad place, regressing his dependent tendencies back again but putting them on Cas instead of Sam, and just be another character development mountain to climb.

I think it’s also weird that the way the show has been telling it, things swing around about how much we think one or the other loves more desperately than the other - I remember reading season 8 meta that was deeply upset or addressing deep upset that Dean seemed to love Cas enormously but Cas wouldn’t reciprocate and was there a chance Cas would EVER seem to love Dean as much as Dean loves him? 

I also think that as of 12x19 the show is officially starting to convey that Cas’s give it all up for Dean over and over pattern is just as bad for him as Dean’s similar problem with sacrificing for Sam, so the fact Cas keeps on doing it is a problem he needs help with not a way that he gestures he loves Dean so much more.

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anonymous asked:

Hi!! Can you recommend your favorite accounts about Narnia?

Hey there! I have loads of favorite Narnia blogs (in fact I think basically all Narnia blogs are amazing) so it’s really hard to decide on just a few blogs to share with you. I’ve decided to talk about the blogs I’ve had the honor of getting to know/really admire, but know that I love all the Narnia blogs that I’m following! (And also there are so many blogs I love that I’m probably forgetting to mention but I can’t remember them right now oops.)

@lucypcvensie​ ➤ Not only is Eysha’s blog full of wonderful Narnia content, she’s such a sweet and caring person. She’s super fun to talk to and is a great encourager. I love the edits she makes, especially her moodboards, and the posts she reblogs often make their way to my queue.

@nylonsandlipstick@tumnusses@spookysusan​  ➤ I’ve put these three people together because I consider them the “Golden Trio” of the Tumblr Narnia fandom. Nina, Isa, and Lala all make beautiful edits and gifs and have so much skill in making such pretty things! They’re all nice and friendly people and are really good at explaining their own opinions in a polite yet firm way.

@rhindons​ ➤ Niki has so many wonderful Narnia gifs and she also does this really creative Narnia cooking project that I haven’t seen anyone do before. She also posts some cute and funny non-Narnia content, but no matter what she posts, I enjoy seeing it on my dash!

@sheisthehighqueen​ ➤ Though Lydia’s been pretty busy these past few months, I definitely recommend following her blog! She somehow can find the time to make some really gorgeous Narnia/PJO crossover edits. Honestly all her edits are beautiful.

@scarletgalaxy​ ➤ Jas’ blog is amazing. She makes all types of Narnia content, from edits to gifts to crossovers, all of which are beautiful and well crafted. Her blog also includes a few other fandoms, but the main one is Narnia. Jas is a great person to talk to and she explains things very well.

@highqueenlucy​ ➤ Mainly Narnia, but involving a few other fandoms, Clarice’s blog and edits are stunning. She has some really beautiful gifsets that look like they took forever to make. She’s a wonderful person, always friendly and patient.

@pensivethejust​ ➤ Lloyd has a roleplay blog where his muse is Edmund Pevensie. Not only are his posts interesting to read, he’s a great person to interact with. Besides the roleplaying, he reblogs lots of Narnia content. When I feel the need to reblog some Edmund stuff, Lloyd’s blog is one of the first ones I go to.

@queeensusan​ ➤ Priscilla is a blessing to the Narnia fandom. Her gifsets are beautiful, especially the coloring, and I am constantly in awe whenever she posts new content. I haven’t really talked to her myself, but she seems like a really good person!

@istillliveinnarnia​ ➤ I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Jessie is so creative and talented. She’s the only person I know who does cosplay, and has come up with cool crossovers I’ve never thought of before. Her Narnia edits are really pretty and should be liked and reblogged all the time!

@fyeahnarnians​ ➤ Reblogging various Narnia content including icons, gifs, text posts, and more, Mo’s blog is full of amazing posts. I often find edits or other Narnia things that I haven’t seen before. Her edits are gorgeous!

@bythelamppost​ ➤ This Narnia sideblog is very lovely. Polly reblogs great content that I love seeing on my dashboard. She also brings up really good points and ideas in discussions relating to Narnia (and other topics) and states them in a respectful way, even if she disagrees with people.

@coravis​ ➤ Aimee owns a beautiful blog, from the theme to the edits. She creates pretty typography edits, black and white edits, and beautiful moodboards. It’s always great to see her posts on my dash.

@jillpcle​ ➤ Molly’s blog is gorgeous and is definitely worth following. She posts a little of other fandoms  too, but no matter what is posted, it’s very beautiful. Her Narnia gifsets are beautiful and all the gifs are so pretty, I can’t imagine the time it takes to make everything.

@cairparavel No matter what Caspian posts, may it be edits, gifs, or personal text posts, I love seeing them on my dash. Cas is funny and kind and it’s great following this blog!

@passeurdaurore This blog seems to somehow make and post lots of beautiful gifsets and edits constantly. Wenn seems like a lovely person and I hope to talk to her in the future!

@queensusan One of many talents, Wind not only makes edits, she also writes. Her posts are always welcome on my dash and I often add her edits to my queue because they’re all so pretty!

@digorykirke Meredith’s blog is amazing and reblogs lots of fantastic Narnia content. She seems so nice and encouraging. Her gifsets are all really cool and creative, I especially love the TV tropes series that she did.

@edmundblake Vanessa is so talented, she makes tons stunning black and white gifs and graphics. She reblogs lots of Narnia content that all look really nice. She definitely is someone to follow!

@dailynarnia A super amazing Narnia blog run by multiple people, this blog reblogs amazing Narnia content multiple times a day. They’re from all different people so it’s a great place to look for other Narnia blogs to follow!

@caspiandefensenet @pevensienet @ladiesofnarnia @narniaincolor I’m totally not recommending these because I’m part of some of them. I know these blogs are networks but they’re all really amazing. Not only do they post really nice content, the members are all really talented and can make beautiful edits. Follow all of them!

The Eldritch Bunker

***Collaboration Welcome. Add Your Headcanon Too***

…because we are going to continually expand these characters
                   -Jerry Wanek (thanks, @hazeldomain, for the production shorts!)

@chiisana-sukima (that’s me!) wrote, in a post that didn’t work for adding, because reasons:
I think the Bunker is a Good Puppy, and loves Dean, Cas, and Sam all. But because it is a Smart Puppy, it tries really hard for each of them, but sometimes the outcomes aren’t quite what a Human might expect.

Cas and the Bunker understand each other the best. Cas understands about the Bunker being a deeply, weirdly inhuman creature whose existence is too large for mortals to fill. And the Bunker knows Cas gets bored and lonely at night while his human friends are sleeping. So when Cas wanders through the Bunker at night, the Bunker lets him explore its maze-like recesses and dimensions full of wonders and magic that Dean and Sam will never see. When morning is approaching, Cas has to gently remind the Bunker that it’s time for him to go back up to the surface levels where Sam and Dean live, so that the Bunker can lead him out, because even Cas can’t find his way back on his own.

For Dean, there’s an alcove off the garage, full of tools and parts for all the classic cars. And sometimes when its in an especially helpful mood, the Bunker leaves parts for Baby around too, or a better brand of oil than Dean usually buys, and Dean feels suspicious, because how could the MoL have had any of those things, but maybe Sam picked them up, but Sam’s not really into cars…. sometimes it’s best not to question. 

And also for Dean, the way to the dungeon is a little straighter, the corridor a little wider, the locks a little stronger, the soundproofing perfect. The holy water is always well-stocked and the salt never runs out. In the shooting range, the targets are far enough back that they’re right on the edge of Dean’s ability, so he doesn’t just keep getting useless bullseyes over and over. The bunker makes no judgements; it was built for war.

For Sam, one might think the library would be perfectly organized, all the information Sam could want catalogued and easy to find. But the Bunker knows Sam better than that. Sam likes a challenge, and the Bunker likes to learn. It scatters things around for Sam. There are always cluttered new storerooms, another archive, more magical tools to sort. That way Sam will have things to occupy his mind. He’ll make new connections, figure out things the Bunker didn’t know itself. 

And Sam’s room- the Bunker is still angry that Lucifer managed to find it. It’s the best warded room the Bunker has, radiating a false nonexistence so strongly, that from the outside it’s barely there at all. But Cas had been to it too many times already before Lucifer occupied him, and Lucifer was determined.

The Bunker is determined too though. It won’t happen again. When Sam walks through the library, sometimes books fall off the shelves and land open to pages on complex warding patterns. If he’s not paying attention as he walks to his room, there will occasionally be an ancient clay jar of holy oil in the hall that he’ll somehow fail to notice until he’s already kicked it over and broken it. By now there’s a solid wall of holy fire soaked into the floorboards outside Sam’s door, just waiting to be set alight, and a fire spell has etched itself into the wood of the door frame.

@trisscar368  wrote: Sam’s room - yes PLEASE, because your idea of it being warded like that works perfectly with the fact that it keeps changing location.

The Bunker decided not long after the boys moved in that Sam would be safe when he slept; there were too many nights when Sam would still wake up breathless, the names of lovers and lost friends and tormentors alike all dying unspoken on his lips.  Too many nights where he refused to sleep until it was almost dawn, choosing to distract himself because the memories are just a little too close at hand.  So the Bunker cocoons his room away every night in the depths of the maze; it makes sure to have him back before morning, though it doesn’t always quite put him back in the same place, not after Dean snuck in that one morning to play music on full blast.

It hasn’t quite forgiven Dean for what happened under the Mark.  Oh, it doesn’t blame him particularly for destroying doors when he was a demon; he was a demon, he was barely the same creature.  The Bunker treated him as such - it has no eyes after all - trying to protect Sam by weaving extra passages between the two of them, only letting Dean find Sam when Castiel was close enough to help.  But since that last day with the Steins, with what happened in the library, Dean’s room has a habit of being slightly… misplaced in the morning.  Dean hasn’t said anything.  He still hasn’t forgiven himself, so why would the Bunker?

It wishes Cas would stay more.  It quite agreed with Kevin (oh, the Bunker tried to commune with Kevin’s ghost, but he just couldn’t hear the Eldritch being the way Cas can) that Winchester pity sessions are annoying.  Dean tends to be happier when Cas is around, and, well, the Bunker grew rather attached itself when Cas stayed those few weeks when he was ill.  It tries to feel more like home, this weird amalgamation of ideas and memories of all the people who’ve stayed inside its walls, but it doesn’t quite know what Cas wants; austere hallways of light?  Or dimly lit rooms smelling faintly of whiskey and leather and gunpowder.  Cas doesn’t know what he wants either.

The six weeks when the boys were gone were hard on both Cas and the Bunker.  He had a habit of forgetting the lights, wandering the halls in pitch black, losing himself in the grief and the guilt, trying to hide from the shadow of Lucifer.

Lucifer, now it hates Lucifer.  It hates the scent of rust that trails in his wings.  It hates how Sam stopped sleeping again when the boys knew Lucifer was free.  It hates how Cas sometimes wanders into the kitchen expecting to see a television on the counter, and stands there staring while he remembers where he is.

@floralmotif  wrote: Follow me below if you want to engage with headcanon speak dabbling in the idea that the bunker is an eldritch abomination. It’s just fun:

I’m actually not sure if it would like people in the same sense as a dog would. It would probably allow Cas a bit more reign just cause he can perceive it a little better and may be able to handle the concepts it presents without his brain shorting out. He may also be unaware of its nature on a conscious level. If this thing were actually a being, it would be pretty powerful even as presented. Amara needed Cas to find Dean in the bunker. This would mean that the bunker theoretically is more powerful than Chuck or Amara or is at least capable of hiding from them. It is no creature of creation. It just kind of settled there, perhaps drawn by the MoL or maybe it manifested on its own and they found it. They may be the only perception of human things its ever experienced. The Winchester’s found it after and it still had the same appearance. It’s possible it looks that way because the MoL were the first to meet it and the Winchesters don’t do anything to tell it any different. It may just be a void in reality with no perception that there is an outside at all. It’s like a computer display. It can display coffee as much as it wants but it doesn’t know what coffee is.

That being said, it’s a lot more fun to imagine it has a personality that can enjoy things and can create easy passage for sleepy Winchesters when it’s 3am and they have work to do. So Dean can find the kitchen easily even when it took him 3x as long when he was a demon. He doesn’t question it, neither of them do. It’s weird sometimes but they wave it on and the Bunker doesn’t mind that its unknown. It’s rather glad of it. No one has ever known it. The closest is maybe Cas but if Chuck didn’t notice the massive being of the cosmos, he probably wouldn’t either. Sometimes though, the bunker opens places for him. It wants to see how far it can go and Cas is a calm and curious being himself.

Perhaps it can sense intent or longing, or fear. It carefully arranges itself for whatever situation feels comfortable for it. The emotions of humans are perplexing but it isn’t a violent creature, it tries to avoid it.

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so @robertsuggers tags on @rbertsugden‘s amazing throwback gifset really hurt me and inspired this.

my biggest monster: 

Aaron’s left the milk out and it’s unusable now. It’s ridiculous but that’s what starts it.

Robert’s tired, like his bones ache and he feels his eyes sting and everything is heavy around him, and Aaron’s just gone and left the milk out.

It shouldn’t matter but it does.

Because Annie’s not going to get to sleep tonight without her formula and that means neither is he and he needs to get a few hours before he’s back at it again tomorrow, smiling at another dickhead in a suit who he needs to sign a deal.

Robert gulps hard as he shuts the door, slams it more like and Aaron’s turning around to him.

Annie’s in his arms and he’s rocking her back and forth. For a second Robert’s heart melts but then he thinks about the fucking milk and everything else and it all turns heavy around him again.

“You’re late.” Aaron says, comes over and presses a kiss to Robert’s cheek before pulling away. “What’s wrong?” He’s asking, because he can sense it already and it makes him frown. “Have you had a -”

Robert passes Aaron and pulls his tie off. “You’ve left the milk out.” He says, doesn’t even raise his head as he kicks his shoes off and walks towards the kitchen.

He sees the look on Aaron’s face, his cheeks redden like he’s embarrassed and it makes Robert’s chest jolt.

“Oh shit.” Aaron says quickly, puts Annie down and rubs at his head. “I’ve had a really long day I -”

You’ve had a long day?” Robert snaps, and it’s a problem between them. It has been since Aaron decided not to go back to work for a while, decided that Annie needed at least one of her dads with her for the majority of the day.

They both ignore the fact that it’s really because Jacob had meningitis when he was three months old and it was Chas who was with him. Both of them had gone back to work, accepted the help which was readily available.

And Aaron completely broke down. He switched off and Jacob was the only person in the world he allowed himself to care about.

It was more than just a little bleak.

Aaron looks uncomfortable and then gulps. “Yeah as it happens.” He says and Robert just scoffs at him. “What the hell is your problem?”

Robert shakes his head, tries to pass Aaron again and this time his husband stops him.

“Robert.” He pushes out, hard, fast. He’s worried, he has been for days because Robert keeps closing off and shutting down.

Aaron tries to say something and then Robert shakes his head. “I’m tired alright?” He snaps, makes his way towards the stairs and then nearly trips on Jacob’s toy car. "For fucks sake.“ He screams and it makes Annie start bawling her eyes out, makes Robert feel guilty suddenly.

He goes to get her and Aaron is there quicker. “You need to go take a breather.” He’s saying, voice cold and distant and Robert pulls back. “I’m not having you around our kids when you’re -”

Robert scowls, feels his heart hammering in his chest as he picks up his keys, charges towards the door and -

“Just talk to me about your dad’s headstone and then we can move on from it.”

Because it’s been at the back of his mind. Aaron knows, he knows that Robert cried in the shower out of nowhere and made Aaron want to cry with him.

Robert gulps hard and turns around, face reddening as he hears his husband.

The headstone was ruined. And Aaron was partly to blame. At least in his mind.

Lads we’re fighting, Aaron weighed in, pushed one of them back and -

It was already in need of repairing, falling away and then some stupid kids went and made it worse and Robert couldn’t ignore it.

“It has nothing to do -” Robert tries to push out, he tries to lie basically and it’s hard because this is Aaron and Aaron knows him better than anyone else in the world.

Aaron comes closer, “Just be honest with me. You haven’t been yourself since Vic told you about having to get it completely re-done.”

Robert’s eyes sting again, he has to pull a hand over his forehead and then he’s thinking about when he went to see the damage. He went alone. He shouldn’t have because it meant that he felt able to react honestly and it shocked him to the core. Somehow he felt like he was looking at his father, what was left of him and it was broken and tainted and -

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Robert’s shouting and Aaron sighs hard, forced to put Annie back down and gently kiss her nose as she starts to become restless again.

“Yeah, I think I get that.” Aaron says sarcastically. “But I do, and I’m sick of you dealing with whatever you are all by yourself.” He pushes out, comes closer to his husband and lightly pushes at his chest. “So talk.”

Robert squints hard, hates himself because this should be easy but it isn’t and Aaron’s making it worse. “I’m not dealing with anything, stop being so dramatic Aaron.”

Something flickers over Aaron’s face, it’s hurt. “You can’t keep going on like this.” He says adamantly, a hand out as Robert pushes his head down.

“Yeah?” Robert raises his head. “Like you’re suddenly Mr. Open. God, I can’t even *mention granddads without you flinching.”

And he doesn’t even mean it, he feels awful as soon as he says it because it’s the worst thing he could throw at Aaron if he wanted to.

And Aaron, he loses it.

“How fucking dare you?” Aaron’s hissing, face red, eyes filled with tears. “You - you’re really comparing yours to mine? Are we really fucking doing -”

Robert shakes his head hard. “I didn’t mean that.” He’s saying, “You just - I don’t want to to talk about him alright? I don’t want to -”

Aaron frowns, “And that’s my fault?” He’s saying, voice ragged as he steps back and then Robert’s holding his arm. “Get off me Robert.” He bites.

Robert doesn’t, instead he just sighs. “You just keep pushing and pushing me and -”

Aaron pulls away from Robert’s grip and something breaks in his chest. “Go then.” He shouts, “If I’m such a bloody nag, just do one.” He says, and he’s completely done, drained from days of trying with Robert and getting absolutely no where.

Robert frowns, takes a step back. “And you’d love that wouldn’t ya? You can practise your ‘I’m Aaron and I can do it all on my own’ act that you just -”

The sight of Jacob by the stairs makes Robert twist his head around. He’s wearing his train pyjamas which are a size too big for him and make him wear them like Aaron wears his jumpers, all stretched out at the arms.

“Daddy giant read me a story.” Jacob’s asking, swinging a little on the stairs and looking down at his dads.

“Not now Jakey, go up to bed.” Robert says, there’s still anger in his voice, it’s all directed to Aaron for wanting him to leave, for digging about Jack, for leaving the fucking milk out.

Jacob frowns, “But I -”

Bed.” Robert says, firm, almost cold and Aaron’s eyes widen.

“It’s okay baby, just - just go back up to bed.” Aaron’s always so soft, too soft, gentle and loving in a way Robert has always secretly struggled with at times.

Jacob looks like he’s going to burst out crying, little hands firm around the banisters and Robert can’t look at him.

“Jacob go.” Robert says, looking towards the floor, feels something stretch and tug in his heart and then Aaron’s in front of him.

“Don’t take this out on him.” He’s shouting, “Don’t take it out on my little boy because -”

Our little boy you - you pri -”

His eyes let him down, they travel to where Jacob is and he sees him sitting there with a tear rolling down his face and it guts him completely.

He’s seeing himself. He’s seeing a little boy who’s dad wasn’t listening to him, who was just being loud and aggressive and shouting and taking everything out on his mum who was only trying to settle him and -

He sat there through it all, felt his dad roughly push past him when it was over.

And he’s done it to his own boy, he’s made him cry over him fighting and -

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Robert says, his feet sliding across to where Jacob is sitting. He’s so small, smaller than Robert had been and he doesn’t ever deserve to see that.

Aaron feels his heart do something mad and it doesn’t take long until there’s tears in his eyes and he’s watching Robert hold Jacob close and kiss his head.

“I’m so sorry buddy.” Robert presses a kiss to Jacob’s head and shudders, he doesn’t want to cry but he is, he’s fucking breaking down because he’s turned out just like his dad hasn’t he?

He doesn’t want to be like that.

He doesn’t want to be like that.

He doesn’t want to be like that.

Aaron kneels down beside them and looks at Jacob softly, “I think daddy needs some cuddles.” He tells him, watches their boy hug at Robert’s neck and bring him down a little so that he can reach him.

“Shh don’t cry daddy.” Jacob whispers, his little hands rubbing at his father’s back and he’s always had this kindness about him which Robert knows comes from Aaron.

“Me and daddy, we didn’t mean to make you cry.” Robert whispers, raises his head finally and looks away from his son, looks towards Aaron. “Because I - I love you both so much.” He whispers and Aaron sniffs, nods his head.

“And Annie.” Jacob says, the best big brother Aaron and Robert could ask for.

“Of course.” Aaron whispers, strokes at Jacob’s hair and then sighs. “Me and daddy need you to be a big boy and go up to bed by yourself whilst we make friends again.”

Robert smiles at his boy, “And then I promise I’ll read you a story.” He says and that’s all it takes for Jacob to be climbing the stairs again and disappearing out of sight.

Robert stays where he is for a few seconds and Aaron gives him space, goes towards the sofa and cradles Annie who’s somehow managed to stay content with a play toy during it all.

He waits until he hears footsteps approaching him and then sights Robert sliding next to him on the sofa.

He doesn’t cry, but he had done on the stairs with Jacob.

It makes Aaron worry more than he should.

“Is it me?” Aaron says, chews at his lip and gulps.

Robert frowns, a hand over Annie’s cheek, “Is what you?” He’s asking, his voice soft and gentle again and he resents how horrible he was before. He hates himself.

Aaron clears his throat, tries not to get emotional. “You said all I do is push and push and - I know it’s been difficult recently with Annie and - and having to look after Jakey as well but I’m trying Rob.”

It makes everything prickle in Robert and he presses himself closer to his husband, shakes his head. “It’s not you.” He whispers into his ear, sees the way Aaron’s shoulders relax. “You’re doing amazing okay? You - you are amazing.” He says, like it’s a promise. Aaron raises his head, he doesn’t believe it but he doesn’t say anything.

Robert blows out a breath, feels unsteady.

“Seeing the headstone like that, it just threw me. I’ve been walking around with all these memories and - and I’ve been thinking about what he’d say and,” he drops his head and he’s a kid again who just desperately wanted his father to be proud of him for something. “It shouldn’t even matter to me.” He raises his head and Aaron’s got tears in his eyes.

“It’s okay if it does.” He whispers, hand over Robert’s. “He was your dad Robert. It’s okay to - to think about -”

“Look what happens when I do.” Robert waves out a hand. “I make my own son cry.” He says, looks at Aaron and holds his face. “Please don’t - don’t go or anything okay. I’m sorry.”

Aaron frowns, sniffs. “I know you are.” He whispers, “And so am I.” He looks down at Annie and then smiles.

“You’re so good with her.” Robert whispers, gulps hard.

Aaron looks at Robert and frowns. “So are you.”

“I made Jacob cry Aaron.” He explains, eyes glassy. “Just like my dad made me cry.” He can’t even look over at Aaron when he sees the look on his face. “I watched him fight with mum, over and over again and it hurt. He’d carry on like I wasn’t even there, like he didn’t even see me crying on the stairs.” He blows out a breath, feels Aaron graze a hand over his. “I don’t want that for our son.”

Annie’s settled so Aaron pulls her down on the sofa and wraps her in blankets, he’s holding back the way he wants to hug Robert and wipe away any of this pain he’s feeling.

When he turns around again, Robert has his head in his hands and he looks like he can barely breathe. “Rob, babe, Robert look at me.” Aaron’s saying, and it’s frightening how slowly Robert lifts his head as if he’s ashamed. “You’re not like him, not when it comes to make your kids miserable okay?”

Robert winces, “I am though.” He whispers, gulps hard as he feels Aaron press a kiss to his head and tell him he isn’t, over and over again. “And he’ll hate me.” He says, like he knows it for certain.

Aaron comes even closer and then raises Robert’s chin. “He won’t ever hate you.” He says, feels guilty for making Robert feel awful in front of their son. “I promise you.”

Robert bites his lip, “Yeah?” He suddenly needs all this reassurance and it’s enough to make him feel like an idiot.

Aaron nods, “Yeah.” He promises before he’s stroking at Robert’s face and kissing him gently. “I’m sorry about your dad’s headstone.” He whispers, because he’s been an idiot, he hasn’t even said that.

Robert sighs. “It’s fine.” He shakes his head and smiles a little at Aaron. “I should have just told you how I felt about it.” He says, “Instead of blocking it all out.” He gulps.

Aaron nods, for a second he’s just soaking in how vulnerable and soft Robert looks in the moonlight and he’s filled with all this need to protect him and adore him and keep him safe from anything which will make him feel guilty or want to cry.

“I do love you, I really really do.” Aaron tells him, has a hand over Robert’s and a soft smile on his face which takes the older man by surprise. “I didn’t mean to be so - I don’t know -”

“Hey.” Robert slowly moves a hand over Aaron’s thigh. “We’re both just a little overtired aren’t we?” He says, decides to kiss Aaron and pull a hand through the younger man’s hair. “I love you too.” He says, means it as it washes over him.

Aaron nods, there’s a sparkle in his eye and he knows that they’ll probably fight again in a few weeks time but it won’t mean a thing, not when they have these moments where Annie’s fallen asleep without her bottle and Robert is telling him he loves him and everything is good in the world.

Everything is just good.

“I’ll probably always have shit issues with my dad.” Robert tells Aaron quickly, eyes almost glossing over. “But I won’t - I promise I won’t take it out on you again like that, or even try and bring up -”

Aaron tenses, “Okay.” He says, because it hit a nerve and made things feel strange and hollow. “I know you’re sorry.” He gets out and then looks towards Annie. “I’m going to get her up to bed.” He whispers as he cradles his daughter in his arms and looks back towards Robert who’s just staring at him. “What?” He says with a smile.

And Robert feels something tingle through him without warning. He feels something almost tell him that it’s going to be okay, that he won’t turn out like his father, he won’t snap and treat his children like Jack used to behave sometimes.

“Nothing.” He says, comes closer and kisses Aaron’s forehead before kissing at Annie’s. “Best go read Jacob his story.” He whispers gently, pulls away and can’t quite believe that he gets to have this, despite his wicked tongue and his tendencies to block things out. He gets to have a family, gets to read his son a bedtime story, kiss his daughter’s head before she’s in her cot, gets to sleep close to his husband.

And he won’t mess it up. He won’t waste a second either. He’ll do what his dad couldn’t.

(He’ll learn from his mistakes.)

anonymous asked:

Hi Claudia. just wondering are you going to talk about american gods? i'm very interested in what you thought about Laura and Mad sweeny. basically i'm interested in your opinion with all of it tbqh!

Sorry for the late reply, I wanted to catch up on the whole season before answering this. 

Laura/Mad Sweeney is one of those cases where the characters are individually good and interesting and all, but you smash them together in the same storyline, link them through the same mission (pursued by each for their individual reasons), add an improbable road trip that makes them care for each other even though they don’t want to, and BAM, they become SO MUCH MORE. their chemistry is weirdly explosive, which is funny because you never saw it coming.

A prayer for Mad Sweeney (a fantastic episode btw) got me hooked on this dynamic, although I’ve liked it since the beginning and had seen gifsets of it even before I caught up on their episodes so I was sort of expecting something interesting. I also have been reading the book as I watched the season—I’m being exceptionally slow, but I’ve read and loved the part about Essie McGowan’s coming to America, and it was a total surprise to see Emily play Essie too, which adds a new layer to Laura’s interactions with Sweeney (it’s SO “I’ve crossed oceans of time to find you”, isn’t it). I don’t know how the whole Laura thing plays out in the book—it is my understanding that she has a much smaller role in the novel, and they expanded it in the show? If so, they made a brilliant decision.


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Anisah tries to make a tutorial :) 

There is probably a list of people who should never make tutorials, and i’m on it… but here we are anyways ~

(this is a very detailed tutorial from start to finish, so please bear with me lols. also, its super long, so under a cut it goes )

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anonymous asked:

Miyaaaa thanks for answering our questions all the time. I can tell you put in so much effort when writing them I'm in tears uhu ;A; I'm curious who among BTS members have the tendency to be confrontational in relationships in general? Like telling a friend s/he is wrong or when they like someone have the stronger urge to confess etc.

Hii, anon! You’re very welcome, and thanks to you too for being so nice. <3 Shall we proceed?

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Sam is pretty good to resist to the temptation. Still, his boyfriend is the original tempter, so sometime, it’s hard not to fall for it.

Like when Lucifer gets playful, leaning on the door frame with that smirk on his face, and decides he wants to be more “devilish”. Suddenly, Sam can see a tail snaking from behind him and a pair of big horns growing on his forehead. A roll of his shoulders and huge bat like wings appear on his back. Sam focuses real hard to not stare, but when Lucifer walks toward him, he swears he can hear the sound of hooves on the floor. Lucifer puts a hand on his shoulders and seductively walks around him, flashing red eyes  and displaying fangs. He stops in front of him, far to close, Sam can feel his icy breath on his skin, a flick on his forked tongue and Sam is lost. 

It’s so cliché, yet Sam gets horny despite himself.  Lucifer knows he can’t resist him. He has that victorious grin on his face already, the one that says he knows Sam is a goner.

But what can he do? His boyfriend is the Devil after all.

primarybufferpanel  asked:

A Kastle prompt, because THAT GIFSET(!). Once Frank has put his hesitation aside, he gets all skin hungry YES TOUCH ME and can't get his clothes off fast enough

Alrighty! This was a bee-atch to write, let me tell you. This prompt was so good (you’re the queen of prompts, honestly) I was afraid of ruinning it. So I just sat for WEEKS staring at the screen, trying to come up with something good. 

But then these bts photos. Jon and Deb and Frank and Karen, Kastle, and I managed to finish it. It is very raw, unedited, because I wanted to post it today. Forgive me for any mistakes, please. 

So here it is! Hope you like it! Let me know! It could be read as a companion to “But You’re the Truth”, but it’s not mandatory. 

Here is the gifset that inspired it all 

Muah ;-*

Perspective can sure work some wonders.

Frank wasn’t an idiot, nor was he completely clueless. It was damn near impossible to ignore Karen Page and the very real effects she had on him.

He never meant for that to happen, never thought he would feel something like this again. He sure wasn’t looking for it. Especially when they met like that, with him shooting at her direction.

He wasn’t crazy, but his head wasn’t the same. With the memories of his family fading in and out all the time, plus that rage, that fire that threatened to consume his every waking moment, how was he supposed to brace himself for his lawyers’ assistant?

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Barber’s Point Interlude - Rock Bottom

Authors Note: So @markwatneyandensemble didn’t realize when they tagged me in this gifset that I would immediately be inspired for a pre-revival era Barber’s Point fic but I was.  Alas, there is no Angelo, but this is the kind of depressing shit I thought up so.  I know fandom is rough right now, but if you have it in your heart for a little angst, here it is:

He’s whiskey drunk, like his dad, and that means bobbing and weaving outside the door of her apartment seems like a good idea. 

The best idea in fact, this Floyd Mayweather dance he does with the enemy in front of him, blocking him from seeing her.  He’s tempted to punch through it but he takes a steadying breath and stands upright. No roper-dope. Not tonight.  The last time his put his fist through a wall, she moved right on out.
He supposes he can’t blame her. 

Knock knock knock knock.  Kna-knock knock.  It’s been their knock for decades.

If Mulder were a betting man he’d bet she just sighed, exasperated, on the other side. No one knows their knock, right?  No one comes over here at two-thirty… right? Comes over at all…  … Right?

Shit. It’s two-thirty. She is almost definitely asleep.  He’s fucked up, coming here. This is the last place he needs to be. Same hallway, different day… Or was it the other way around. 

Fuck. He needed to piss. Would she realize it was him, who’d pissed in her hallway tomorrow morning?  Shit. 

He grabs his crotch and turns to the elevator.  At least if his pisses himself in there, it could have come from any of the other floors.  But would she still know? 

Click. Snick. Knob turns. Creek.  

Mother. Fucker. 

“Mulder?” Husky. She was asleep. 

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2017 in Gifs

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favorite works you’ve created this year (fics, art, edits, etc!) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world in 2017. Tag as many writers/artists/etc as you want (fan or original!) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works. <3

I was tagged by @capthawkeye​ and @icameheretowinry​, thank you! :)

I decided to cheat and list 10 works instead. I tried really hard to narrow them down to just 5, but I couldn’t. >_< 

In 2016, I made over 150 gifsets. My goal for this year was to make roughly 50, since I had used up most of the good FMA quotes during that first year. And this year, I made 77 gifsets/edits (701 gifs total), so I reached my goal! This year definitely marked a change from prioritizing quantity to prioritizing quality. I went through a pretty severe slump, during which I couldn’t see the point in making gifs when someone else could easily take my place. That slump was due largely to my blog getting incorrectly flagged as explicit and my gifsets subsequently getting very few notes. 

I did get out of my slump eventually, but making gifs isn’t the same as it was pre-slump. I feel like my efforts are only worthwhile if they’re spent on more complicated gifsets, which is why I’ve made relatively few edits recently. While I’ve put out drastically less content in the past year, I learned a lot more techniques that I think increased the overall quality of what I posted! 

I couldn’t narrow it down to 5 gifsets, so here are 10 that I think were the highlight of the year. (Two of them were posted in 2016 after my last yearly review in August 2016!) 

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Beyond Stressed

Summary: Sam can’t find the book he needs, and it’s driving him insane. You know him well enough to know that he won’t get anywhere while wound up, so you decide to intervene. 
: SamxReader
: 1544
: Light smut?? (Blowjob)
AN: WHAT DID I DO. You can blame @skybinx-blog for this… she sent me a gifset of Sam all breathless, and I couldn’t help but wish I was the one making him breathless… then this happened. 
Most of this (literally about 80% of this) was written while I was stranded by the side of the Motorway at midnight on the way to Manchester, written on my phone in short messages to Binxy. So… I apologise if there are any typo’s, grammar errors or if somethings sound a tad stunted. That’s why. I was tired… and it was raining. 
This is also the smuttiest thing I’ve ever written, so go easy on my… cos I don’t write smut


There was a loud SLAM.

Then a second.

Quickly followed by a third.

Sam was clearly frustrated, and you fidgeted with the overly long sleeve of Sam’s old Stanford sweatshirt that you’d stolen from his wardrobe, unsure as to whether to go into the library or not.

A furious snarl from within made your decision for you. He’d get nothing done while wound so tight.

Peeking around the corner, you saw him, large hands planted firmly on the wooden table. He was glowering down at a book as though it had just physically assaulted him.

Seconds later, there was another slam as he closed it with enough force to send it spinning across the table, almost sliding off the table completely.


His head whipped around at the sound of your voice, pausing the pacing he’d started once he’d discarded the book.

If looks could kill, you’d have hit the floor at once.

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A Study On Boys (And Girls)

Based on Tyde’s gifset. This took a while. A GM First Date fic. Based on a conversation I had with T, partially. ‘Cause I need a boy.

Pairing: Riley/Maya
Words: 4,926
Summary:   Maya doesn’t know much, but she does know that she can’t keep looking at Riley like this, especially when Riley is going on her first date and it’s with Lucas, and so Maya needs a boy. But life’s just not that easy. Maybe there’s something wrong with her.


The dance is coming up and the day starts with Lucas, and you’re not surprised, because isn’t it usually all about Lucas, anyways?

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JDox Headcanons Masterpost

So, Carolina @mogaimermaid​ and I have been slowly but surely destroying each other with our JDox headcanons and I decided to compile them into one soul-crushing, earth-shattering, angst-inducing, tear-producing, heart-palpitating masterpost. Read at your own risk.

Note: this will be updated as we continue to scream at each other.

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