too fast but its my first so i don't care :d

anonymous asked:

so i've been reading alot of esama (and your stuff- it's really good :D *thumbs up) lately and compared to you guys, all the other fanfics seem to be ten times more angsty. so i wanted to ask (cause you're the only tumblr person i ask stuff to) if you can rec some fics (i'm fine with any fandom). i'm not exactly looking for fluff or crack, just kind of a -i move at my own pace and i don't really care about what you think character. hope that wasn't too confusing and i really appreciate it!!! :D

Sorry this is a bit late, I’ve been really busy lately so I couldn’t get to this until now. The criteria you set is a little… hard to get a bead on but here’s some fics that (imo) aren’t overly angsty and has pretty independent/my-pace kind of characters, and of course they’re all really good. I tried to pick fics from a variety of fandoms so I hope you’ll enjoy them:

such selfish prayers by andromeda3116 (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Katara’s ambition, so long set aside for the good of others, breaks free and sets fire to her soul. Or, Katara has a vision of her canon future, casts it aside, and becomes a world-changing politician instead.

if you try to break me, you will bleed by Dialux (Game of Thrones)

It had been a slash across her chest from a White Walker’s sword that finally ended her life. Sansa’d landed in a puddle of her own blood, and she’d died quickly, quietly.

And then she’d awoken with a gasp, trembling, in a bed that had burned under Theon’s betrayal.

The life and times of Hatake Kakashi, the long-suffering jōnin-sensei by FeelingsDusk (Naruto)

Kakashi is being trolled. He doesn’t know how that can be, but he knows with utmost certainty that he’s being trolled somehow.


Kakashi gets saddled with the cheekiest little brats ever and wonders if it’s too late to become a missing nin.

The best helping hand is at the end of your own arm by FeelingsDusk (Teen Wolf)

Stiles draws the line at being kidnapped and tortured by a geriatric fascist and having to sacrifice his poor Roscoe to save people that didn’t appreciate it afterwards, thank you very much.

(Peter is smitten by his approach to self-sufficiency.)

Cirrus Cloud by silencia20 (HP x KHR)

In which you are Acacia Potter and drift around in the world. The war’s over and now most of what you do is out of boredom, until you meet a certain hitman.

grow up mean by pprfaith, reena_jenkins (BtVS x Fast & Furious)

Carter has always had an eye for deadly things and the blonde on his dancefloor fits the bill.

Adventures in Magick by PseudonymousEntity (Harry Potter)

“What Would A Hero Do?” Newly crowned wizard and avid reader of fantasy fiction, eleven-year-old Harry Potter makes friends with the goblin standing outside Gringotts with unforeseen consequences. Armed with an unlikely posse -his insatiable curiosity- and a pocket full of questions, Curious!Harry embarks on his first year at Hogwarts. Merlin help us.

Say Boys Don’t You See Them Bones by Adel Mortescryche (Mortescryche) (KHR)

In which Tsuna’s the Corpse Whisperer.

(Or: In the months he spends at the Varia Compound at Timoteo’s behest, Tsuna manages to stumble across enough forgotten dead bodies to fill entire cemeteries. And everyone is terribly amused. Except, y’know, for him.)

Influence of Souls by Nia_River (Harry Potter)

He stared at his journal, a creation into which he had poured his memories and dreams, his heart and … soul. Now, to send it to where it needed to be.

Young and Built to Fall by fingers-falling-upwards (One Piece)

Ace will save his nakama. He will save his father. And he will save his little brother and ensure Luffy’s happiness even if it kills him. Again. Thankfully, he won’t be doing it alone. Together, he and Luffy will change the world.

once a queen or king of narnia, always a king or queen by dirgewithoutmusic (Chronicles of Narnia)

A lion told her to walk away, and she did. He forbade her magic, he forbade her her own kingdom, so she made her own.

Susan Pevensie did not lose faith. She found it.

The Little Guy by TokiMirage (Final Fantasy VII)

The last thing Cloud wants, when given the chance, is to do it all over again. Instead, he chooses the normal life. After all, a Janitor could never save the world. But… well, it all starts with the General’s coffee machine.

The Sum of Their Parts by holdmybeer (Harry Potter)

For Teddy Lupin, Harry Potter would become a Dark Lord. For Teddy Lupin, Harry Potter would take down the Ministry or die trying. He should have known that Hermione and Ron wouldn’t let him do it alone.

An Invincible Summer by ShanaStoryteller (Naruto)

When Naruto is five, he’s gutted by a drunken civilian and presumed dead.

Six months later a girl with ash pale hair and dark blue eyes enters the Academy.

Again and Again by Athy (Harry Potter)

The Do-Over Fic - a chance to do things again, but this time-To Get it Right. But is it really such a blessing as it appears? A jaded, darker, bitter, and tired wizard who just wants to die; but can’t. A chance to learn how to live, from the most unexpected source.

Bottom Cas Fic List

I told you I’d get it for you and here it is @bottom-cas-trash…. My Favourite Bottom!Cas stories.

So, to be clear. I don’t like angsty stories. So even though some of these are angsty and may be tagged MCD (if your like me and that normally throws you off don’t let it throw you off if its on this list) I promise you that they are all amazing stories worth the read :D  


‘An Unusual Self-Portrait  

I’m putting this one first cause I will forever tell people to read this one. It is the best story I’ve ever read. It’s a wip and it does have a few bottom!dean parts those two parts (I believe there’s two there may only be one) are stated at the beginning of the chapter. Dom!Dean and Sub!Cas. Age difference. Daddy!Kink.  


'Rusty Prison Blues’  

Prison AU. Age Difference.  


'Fuckin With Fire’  

Another amazing Prison AU with an age difference.  


'Kind Alpha’  

This one was one of my first ABO fics I read. And if you’re like I was and didn’t like them cause all the angst and non-con that’s n some of them this fic is for you cause it doesn’t have that much.  SPOILER the second part does have non-con and miscarriage.  


'Chronicals of Serial Killer’  

And amazing Serial Killer AU.  


’Psi Delta Alpha Boys Series’  

Dean is the head of the Psi Delta Alpha fraternity. There are some darker parts in this story and some switching but all and all it’s an amazing College AU.  Dom!Dean / Sub!Cas 


'The Russian Bride’  

Castiel is a male order bride.  


'The Best Laid Plans’  

“Castiel is a cat burglar. Dean is his (un)suspecting victim.”  


'Bay Window’  

Dom!Dean Twink!Cas Cas in panties. Porn without a plot. What more could you ask for.?  


'New Kitten’  

Sub!Cas buys a new toy to surprise Dom!Dean with.   


'Let It Be Me’  

I loved this one so much. High School AU Student!Cas and Teacher!Dean. This one made me cry, but not out of sadness out of how damn cute and amazing it was. (Also available on fanfiction . net)  


'Beyond The Ether’  

Pagan God!Dean. Seriously if you haven’t read this you really need to.!! I’m not gunna lie, though, I wish there was more to this story. I didn’t want it to end it was that amazing.!!  


'When Porn Bloggers Collide’  

Can’t say no to a Supernatural AU where it’s based in the Tumblr Verse. Lol. Underage, Cas is still in High School.  


'The Slash Sherrif’  

This one is just hilarious and needs to be read by everyone.!!  


’The Courage of Stars’  

A beautiful story of Inmate!Dean and Sick!Cas. Hospital AU. I don’t wanna give too much away but this story is beautiful.  


'The Kinks’  

Dom!Dean gets set Sub!Cas by an agency that pairs Doms and Subs together. Dean doesn’t want Cas at first but figures he might as well since Cas is there. There is switching in this but it is one of my absolute favorite BDSM fics.   


'Buying An Alpha’  

Yet another ABO fic that isn’t heavy in angst. There is no non-con element in this fic other than inappropriate touches.  


'Swimming In The Fast Lane’ 

Castiel's life consists of Swimming, Drugs, Alcohol, and Sex. He doesn’t like authority but when his swim team gets a new coach and Castiel believes things will stay the same he finds that’s not all true. 


'Slice of Heaven’ 

Stripper!Dean Rich Customer!Cas . I loved this story so much. I have a habit of making sure I read the last chapter first to make sure that I don't make the same mistake I did with T&S and I really wish I hadn’t with this fic cause I ruined the major plot twist that happens for myself. I really wish this was part of a series cause I wish there was more to this fic. 


'Claim Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me’ 

Omega!Cas and Alpha!Dean. I loved this so much cause of how Castiel is able to save Dean from his Alpha animal thing (really articulate aren't I.?) This is part of a series, which SPOILER, the second part is how Sabriel mated so if you enjoy that too there’s another part for you. ((if anyone knows of other stories like this let me know, someone told me one but I forgot the title so I can’t share that- also since I never read so it isn’t in my bookmarks.)) 


'Promises Made, Promises Kept’ 

Previously titled 'Kept Boy Verse’. Alpha!Dean is a very important businessman who one day has no choice but to go get his own coffee where he meets barista Omega!Cas and both their lives change forever and neither cares much to stop it. 


’LARPin’ and Lovin’ : Plan DESTIEL’ 

When Charlie plans to have The Big Bad Wolf and Little Red Riding Hood meet, everyone wins. 


'The Favored Son’ 

Castiel is the favored son of the head of the mob, when he dies Cas has no choice to go home and face the music. Things do not go as everyone assumed they would. I really loved this fic cause it low key bugs me how the bottom is somehow lesser than the top in some fics, especially mob fics where Cas is usually the head or someone important and a top, this one he is all those things and still a bottom cause bottoms are just as strong as tops :) 


'Cupid-Bow Lips’ 

Twink!Cas loves his skirts, he also finds he loves his 'Daddys’ shirts. Daddy!Kink 


'Do You Even Ride’ 

Cowboy!Dean and City Boy!Cas get stuck working together at Dean's parents ranch when Castiel’s parents think he needs something more to do than draw all summer. ((SPOILER- Sam is dead in this fic and Dean does not deal with it well even all the years later when this fic takes place)) 


'Thunder & Angels’ 

Endverse-esque Castiel makes an offer to Dean that Dean can’t refuse. 


'Of Clipped Wings and Clipped Halos’ 

Castiel is a trained assassin who teams up with FBI Agent Dean to stop a new drug- Grace- from becoming an even bigger problem than it already is. Age difference. 


'Take The Lead’ 

Endverse-esque Castiel is a rock star who writes and sings about his sex life when looking for help for his next album he approaches Boxer!Dean to be his Dom for a week. I loved this fic so much cause I love when Cas knows what he wants and goes for it and doesn’t let anything get in his way. 

anonymous asked:

Scenario that takes place after Sebastian took Ciel's soul some time ago and he doesn't know what to do. (if it's too boring you don't have to do it) and also how is the mun doing?


Title: Epitaph

Series: Kuroshitsuji

Characters: Sebastian Michaelis

Pairing: None

Words: 1 307

Author’s note: You’re asking me to write something about Sebastian and tell me it can be too boring?! If I ever consider something like this as boring then it’ll mean that I’m probably sick or something :D It was such a great idea that I made it into an one-shot. Also I’m doing fine, thank you for asking, whenever my clippling depression is striking again I just don’t go on this blog so I wouldn’t do or say anything stupid, that’s why when I’m online here it means I’m okay.

I’m not crying, you’re crying.

Black car glided smoothly on the dark asphalt to the quiet rhythm of its engine working. Although the whole sky was covered in gloomy clouds, there was still no signs of the rain, not even the tiniest droplets hitting the surface of the front glass. The air was heavy making it hard to breathe, foreshadowing the incoming storm on the horizon, tensed aura filling the cabin and materialized in the driver’s gloved hands, now tightly squeezing the steering wheel. Orange coloured light of the buttons on the cockpit reflected in his eyes bored on the street in front of him but never seeing it, driving more of an instinct than actual focus, drowning too deep in his own thoughts to pay attention to such trivial things.

He sped up and mechanically changed the gear to the top, peeking at the speedometer to make sure that he wasn’t driving too fast to cause himself any further problems. Humans and their technologies, it all began to affect his life more that he would want to admit, forcing him to not only hide his true identity but also to change the way of acting so he could fit into society without attracting unnecessary attention of those who could actually try to hunt him. That was why he was there, resting on the leather seat of the car he has just bought from the car showroom, listening to the sound of the machine working when driving on the new street running through the forest, dressed in a black suit which didn’t differ from his previous outfit that much.

Enough to remind him where was he going.

Sebastian combed through his short, messy hair with the fingers, strands as black as his clothes and eyes, now purposely changed from the dark crimson to the colour which made him look as humanly as possible. Dark, cold gaze was still directed to the landscape passed by, the endless abyss of the irises perfectly reflecting the void inside his body and heart. One could believe that this man, the wolf in sheep’s clothing was capable of consuming lifes and souls just by the single stare of his mesmerizing eyes.

Not that he was wrong.

Driving out of the forest, the meadows appeared on the both sides of the road, fenced with short, bricked walls, completely abandoned. The storm hanged in the sky, waiting for the right moment to finally blow, meanwhile letting only few droplets to fall and smash on the ground. Sebastian noticed the bricked walls and collapsed roof looming on the horizon before any human could see the building so far away. The main street turned left, leading to the nearby town raised over the hill but the demon only slowed down to not destroy the chassis on the old, stoned road he chosed to drive by. High, neglected grasses stroked the sides of the car when he was approaching the long forgotten, victorian mansion, now almost completely eaten by the time, standing alone in the middle of nothing.

He didn’t get out of the car even when the engine stopped working, the front lights got turned off and the keys left the ignition, resting in his hand way too heavy than they truly were. Right now, he could hear the utter silence filling the air and the growing amount of doplets hitting the windows in a silent melody. He was string at the building, contemplating the sight in front of him and trying to recall how did it look the last time he was there. It had to be clean and neat, walls not scrapped away from the paint, wild ivy not covering almost the whole right side of the mansion, windows not broken and dark inside, rust not dripping from under them in a grotesque caricature of the dried tears, the dust and countless spiderwebs not present. And yet, it was all there, lost, abandoned, destroyed.

Sebastian knew that somewhere where he was now, once were beautiful gardens, precisely cut bushes, colourful flower beds, narrow, mysterious pathes and the marble fountain, however, he couldn’t see even the traces of what was there in the past. Only endless fields of weeds.

What was the name of the gardener? At first, Sebastian thought that if the blonde boy was present, this place wouldn’t look like that but then remembered how many times he had almost killed all the plants when trying to take care of them, so probably this place wasn’t in that bad condition. The tiny smile shadowed on his lips but disappeared just as fast when the reality hit him.

Finnian died long ago, as well as Mey-Rin, Baldroy, Snake and Tanaka. As well as friendly prince of Bengal and his loyal butler, weird Chinese nobleman who was visiting this place quite often, eccentric viscount way too fond of wine and human bodies, and the Midfords. As well as his master.

Long eyelashes threw shade on his pale skin when the first lightning cut the sky and the light reached his features, reflecting in his eyes and causing the pupils to narrow for a single moment. The demon didn’t even blink.

Suddenly, as if pushed by an invisible force, he get out of the car and came closer to the main entrance of the mansion, not bothering to close the vehicle. He could feel the rain on his cheeks and neck, some of them falling under the collar of his dress shirt but didn’t react until reaching the stairs overgrown with a moss. Elegant, polished leather boots were tapping on the ground when he went upstairs, not trying to cover himself more with the jacket when the wild wind started to blow from the west, cold rain landing on his perfectly ironed outfit, slowly drenching it. Sebastian didn’t feel the cold air on his wettened skin or simply didn’t care about it when his hand rested on the rusty door knob, twisting it carefully, not wanting to accidentally pull it out.

The door withdrew with a loud creak which soon echoed in an empty hall. The main room was drowning in darkness, the chessboard-like floor covered in dust and ashes, wind whistling between an empty corridors bringing the smell of mustiness and oblivion. Sebastian inhaled the scent and realized that he could no longer feel any of the smells he remembered; no fresh washed tableclothes, no wooden furnitures, no melting wax, no flowers in the vases, no cooked food, no brewed tea, just the rotten walls, mold and dirt.

With a sad smile playing on his lips, the demon thought that now, finally, after all those years, there was peace and silence in the mansion, the same he was longing for everyday while working as a butler. Nobody was screaming and shouting, destroying priceless service, breaking porcelain and burning the kitchen, there was no wild snakes hidding in the closets and no orders to fulfill. He was free, able to do anything, whenever he wanted, he could go and say as he pleased, and nobody could stop him. Unfortunately, with an unknown cramp in a stomach, this realization didn’t please him as much as he thought while planning this little journey.

Leaving the door open, he came back to the car in now pouring rain. He wiped off the droplets from the forehead and started the engine, gentle blow of warm air immediately caressing his paler than usually face. Later, he couldn’t recall what exactly was he thinking about for the whole way back to the center of London, so bright, loud and alive, unlike the place he was now leaving forever to rot.

However, the demon thought and smiled slightly to himself, there were still some positive sides, like fluffy, white Persian cat patiently waiting for him in the apartment on the 56th floor of The Shard. And that was alright.

anonymous asked:

Do you know any other popular artists (like John Lennon) that are racist, homophobic, sexist etc?


According to yourfaveisproblematic

Racialized misogyny:





Fetishization of Bisexual women:




A Marriage Pact

It had only been a joke.  

They were fourteen years old, hormones revving up underneath pimpling skin, and they were too oblivious to notice any of the girls staring at them and wetting their already-lip-glossed mouths.  It was them against the world - or in this case, them against junior high - but that didn’t stop the worry that they both felt as everyone around them started dating.  

“Hey, Jared?” he remembers Jensen saying, summer-lightened hair flat on his head from the pool water.  He had swam up to where Jared was sitting on the edge, long and gangly legs kicking in the cool water, stone tiles hot and damp against his own floral blue swim trunks.  Freckled forearms had rested on the same edge and Jensen had looked up at Jared with a serious gleam in his eyes.

“Yeah?” he remembers asking.  His own hair had been falling in his face, awkwardly parted in the middle thanks to his mother’s brilliant suggestion to the barber.

“If we’re not married by thirty, I’m marrying you, okay?”  It had been in the form of a question, but there was no question in the tone; Jared knew the voice Jensen used when he had a serious idea.  He had heard it when Jensen suggested they sneak out for the first time or when Jensen thought it’d be a great idea to ride the Top O’ Texas Tower seven times in a row at the state fair.  This had been Jensen’s serious tone and Jared remembers doing the only thing he could deem logical at the time: laughing.  


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