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control [jeremy h. x squipped!reader]

aka “i wanna impress my dorky crush bc he’s rly cute and im awkward.”

alright taking off my usual bold for authors notes because i gotta so:

here’s some notes about some shit that’ll be relevant:

squipped!reader has “The SQUIP’s text, which is all in bold only,” but sometimes will have “Regular quotes surrounding it” - which stands for something the SQUIP is making the reader say (but that will always be accompanied by some sort of clarification to avoid confusion, i promise)

there’s also “Regular speech” from the reader, but also “their thoughts directed toward the SQUIP” which are in both bold and italics

there u go.

quick reminder: if anything bothers you, absolutely just come to me and talk to me about it. if i need to fix anything, tag anything, do anything - just tell me.

warning: considering reader is squipped, there’s a bit of abuse from said SQUIP. shocks, manipulation - stuff like that (similar to what jeremy faced in the musical)


    Jeremy Heere was in four of your classes. Four. In two of them he sat a few desks in front of you by some random seating order, in one he sat right next to you, and in one he was cross the room. It was bad enough having one class with him, since you’d grow flustered and your palms would get sweaty and you would immediately become tongue-tied the moment you had to say anything to him - but four classes? Someone was out to get you, and you were pretty positive about it. It was pretty difficult to not glance his way in hopes that maybe he was looking at you during math - where he sat right next to you and sometimes asked if he could borrow your calculator because wow he forgot it again and you either stuttered out your apology or shove it in his direction and pray you knew how to do math good enough with a calculator. In english he sat desks away, and sometimes would whisper shit to Michael Mell and sometimes he’d get detention for it, and you heard him in chemistry talk about Christine Canigula a few times to Michael whenever they were away from prying ears - and you never intended on listening, it just sort if happened but you refused to say anything to anyone because wow what a creep listening to other people’s conversations wow.

    So you kept your head down and prayed that maybe you could work up the courage to talk to Jeremy - or maybe Michael, because maybe if you talked to Michael you could talk to Jeremy and it wouldn’t be so awkward right, because then you’d know Michael and Michael wouldn’t be a third wheel or something - not that he’d ever be a third wheel because you and Jeremy were just a dream and it would never happen, even if you kinda wondered what it would feel like to be in his arms sometimes but that was just thoughts that happened sometimes and only sometimes and you totally didn’t miss a couple of notes in your history class because you were thinking about Jeremy and how he was kind of cute because he fell asleep.

    Fuck, you were kind of creepy weren’t you. Sixteen years old and a complete weirdo, yep, totally - no wonder Jeremy never really talked to you. You picked at your nails and you retreated into oversized shirts and into your hoodies and pretended that you weren’t there because school is hell. Hell, you were used to not really being the cool, popular kid - you’d always been a bit of a loner, really, and luckily enough, rumors didn’t really fly about you and you weren’t even a blip on the radar. Meanwhile, Jeremy was… different. He was a bit of a geek and kind of tall so he stood out a bit more than you tended to.

    You weren’t complaining. You saw the shit people gave Jeremy - a certain short bully calling him ‘tall-ass’ for one - and you wished you could find it in you to stand up and tell them all to fuck off. But you weren’t a blip on the radar. You were unseen and you didn’t have much of a problem with it, so you kept your mouth shut and let the regrets stew in your mind.

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If ur gonna call urself trans u gotta actually be like trans? Bc being transgender isn’t a feeling it’s a medical condition? It’s not about how your vibe is that day or whatever. Dysphoria is awful and painful and if u don’t got it in a physical or social context u gotta drag ur ass outta trans spaces bc babe? Ur not trans.

The Half Cat

TW for animal body horror; mild spoiler alert for mogami arc

general warning for weirdness and length. srsly dont expect anything going into this. honestly how has this thing become so fucking long I am delirious

also you can read this on AO3 just fyi


There was one point in those months when Shigeo welcomed any kind of change.

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DC/Tri-state Area Gothic
  • no one ever sees anyone on the yachts docked on the river. no one ever will.
  • one night, you swear you saw a deer with three eyes grazing in your garden. it hissed at you, its mouth full of flowers.
  • on a trip south, you never make it to you destination. you drive the winding mountain roads, being consumed by the fog. The only other vehicles you see are trucks from faraway places.
  • countless hawks circle something just behind the walls on the highway
  • teens that make the mistake of swimming in the potomac never stop feeling the imprints of the ghost hands on their bodies
  • you have been to the museums a thousand times before. you never remember what you saw. you don’t really want to.
  • Helicopters circle the elementary school you went to. You used to think the president was in them. 
  • There is a forest next to your house. There are never any animals in it, but there are always deer walking around in the neighborhood. There is one path you never take.
  • You find an arrowhead by the stream and put it in your pocket. When you get home, it’s gone. You find it months later under your bed.
  • they are always working on the metro. in 2012, they said it would be over in 2013. in 2013 they said it would be over in 2014. you don’t remember when it began. 

anonymous asked:

i keep fuckin thinking about kent parson's rookie year in vegas. like he's 18 and just went first in the draft and jack's in fucking rehab and. does he know he's been dumped at this point, or is he still trying to call jack every day thinking he might get through this time and everything will be ok again? is he living on his own in a way too empty condo or is he billeting with an older teammate that he doesn't know and trying to pretend like he's totally ok even though he's way out of his depth

Oh my God I have so many feelings and zero answers for you I’m so sorry.

Well, maybe some answers, but to be honest a lot of these things change for me depending on the particulars of the narrative I happen to be telling. 

Some thoughts:

I think Kent definitely knows Jack is rejecting him, but he’s also entirely convinced it’s temporary. I think his emotional IQ is high enough to realize Jack is pretty obviously saying “I don’t want you and I wasn’t in love with you” and that’s probably compounded by Kent’s mental illness(es); he’s pretty terrified of abandonment so like, it’s ridiculously damn easy to see that in what happens when Jack won’t talk to him in rehab (because, uh, it’s kinda true tbh, whether or not you think Jack was right to cut Kent out of his life). BUT Kent is also convinced Jack is his One True Love. His delusion isn’t that Jack didn’t leave, it’s that Jack won’t stay gone and Kent can get him back. The strategy for accomplishing this is what changes the most.

If the Aces management let Kent buy a condo by himself and live there alone I will personally rip a fabric through space and time and crawl into the universe these people live in and strangle them myself. From what I understand, most teams push rookies pretty heavily to at least live with each other, if not someone older who won’t let them eat nothing but ketchup straight from the bottle for three days because they forgot groceries. Unless specified otherwise w/in a fic, my personal headcanon is that Kent lived with Jeff Troy his rookie year and tried very hard to not cry loud enough at night for Jeff and his girlfriend to hear.

Kent Parson vs. alcohol also changes depending on what story I happen to be telling haha, but more often than not I see him drinking pretty heavily as both a coping mechanism and part of his I Am Totally Super Normal and Fine routine. Does anyone see through it? Maybe like, a couple of guys. Jeff, definitely, because he’s perceptive and I also headcanon him with my OFC who takes one look at Kent Parson and kill bill sirens go off in her head about his mental health, and literally kicks Jeff in the ass to talk to this scared child. 

Overall, rookie year is Not a Good Year no matter how you slice it, but I do think Kent had what I’ve heard described as a “pocket of functioning” which is still being really fucking good at hockey. We know from N’s timeline that the Aces won a Cup while Jack was still coaching pee wee, which means either Kent’s rookie year or the year after he basically lead the team to a Cup. So I think that probably makes it even less likely anyone important noticed what was wrong because hey, the kid’s young and in over his head and dumb but we brought him here to play hockey and he sure plays some fucking hockey, eh?

So uh…idk if you sent me this ask because you wanted to hear me ramble semi-coherently about KVP but here you go I guess? haha

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My biology professor talked about intersexuality today and he made a speech basically saying,
“The reality of it is that there isn’t just male and female. Biologically speaking there is so much gray area with chromosomes and physical features. This is the same with gender. There isn’t just male and female and we need to accept that, and I think as a society we’re slowly getting there.”
This is my biology professor in college who appears to be in his 50’s.
Don’t give me that “biology says this” shit when intersex individuals are a thing and are not “rare” there are more than just cases of ambiguous genitalia that count as intersexuality.
The human brain can develop and change in many different ways based on genes, chromosomes, hormones, the list goes on. Biology is more complex than the whole “well there’s only penis and vagina durrr da durr I’m so edgy for not acknowledging that humans are complex creatures and I love to reduce us to basically animals without capable thought about gender.”
Sorry I went on a rant here but basically I thought it was really cool to hear this from my biology professor. He’s a really intelligent guy and the lesson we had was very worthwhile.

Love bites - Stiles Stilinski

Pairing: Stiles x reader

Word count: 1780

Request: Hey!!!! I love your work could you write a stiles one where the pack go to some club or something to find a vampire (the reader) that has been killing people. And they go and investigate it when the reader starts hitting on stiles and they make out. And right before the reader bites him someone like Scott or Isaac comes in and you can take it from there sorry if it is confusing

A/N: I’ve had so many trouble trying to post this bc tumblr was being a bitch and wouldn’t load. Does anyone else ever have this? But I loved writing this one! So thanks for the request, I hope you like the way it turned out!



“I don’t wanna be the sensitive one here or anything, but the bodies are starting to pile up.. and I can’t deal with the stench.” I say as I walk into the room. “Not to mention they’re incomplete.” My stomach flips as the images flood my mind.

“At least you’re not the one finding them.” Lydia mutters.

“Yeah about that, did you figure out who’s responsible for these deaths?”

Lydia shakes her head in response.

“No clues? Zero?” I frown.

“No. Nothing.” Lydia shrugs, but I know it’s bothering her too. You’d think that with the amount of deaths we’ve seen we’d be used to it by now. The thing is, I can deal with a dead body, it’s just that; a lifeless body. It’s the cruelty behind it I can’t deal with. It’s the knowledge that someone purposefully hurt another to the point of death.

“Let’s just wait until Scott and Isaac are back, maybe they’ve figured it out.” Lydia says, she eyes me strangely, and I realize I’ve been pacing around the room. I nod slightly and sit beside her on the couch. I can’t help it when my leg starts to bounce nervously, and to distract myself from that I start nibbling on the nail of my thumb.

It seems to take hours before Scott and Isaac make it back. “And?” I fly up from the couch.

“Her name is [Y/N].” Isaac sighs.

“And she’s a vampire.” Scott adds.

“Great.” I mutter. “Where’s the vervain?”

“You’re not going.” Scott shoots. “Can’t risk you being drained of your blood.”

“Your mom works at the hospital I’m pretty sure they could spare a bag.” I roll my eyes. “Besides, she’ll sense you’re supernatural, so I’m your only option.”

“I’ll call Deaton.” Scott gives in with a sigh.


I swallow the vervain tea and wipe my mouth on the sleeves of my flannel. Scott gives me a reassuring nod before I enter the café.

It’s impossible not to notice her. She’s laughing at something the barman tells her, she’s smiling with her whole face, eyes glistening, cheeks popping. She’s beautiful. She’s radiant. Then I snap out of it: she’s dead.

It’s hard to picture the girl in front of me as a psychotic serial killer. Someone who rips people their hearts out and tears their heads off. A ripper. The taste of blood just isn’t enough; she has to go the extra mile to leave her victims behind in the most disturbing way possible.

I try to shake the thought as I walk up to the bar. Take a seat a couple of chairs away from her, and order a drink. From up close she’s even more stunning. Who would want to kill a girl this beautiful? Maybe that’s why she’s been on her killing spree, maybe she wants revenge because her own life was taken from her.

“Are you new in town?” I cock my head slightly to the left to give off a more relaxed vibe. I need to be careful with my every word. If this comes off as an interrogation, I’ll be drained of my blood before Scott and Isaac can come in to rescue me.

[Y/N] turns to face me. “I might be. Why?” She doesn’t smile, doesn’t look very kind at all now. She doesn’t like questions. Noted.

I shrug. “No reason. It’s just that I haven’t seen you around before. I think I would remember you.” Playing it casual isn’t my strongest suit. I knew this was a terrible idea.

“Is that a compliment?” She squints her eyes slightly. Then I notice a small smile starting to form on her lips, and I can’t help but smile back at her. “Thank you.” She’s full on smiling now. “And no, I’m not new to town, just passing through.” She clarifies.

She won’t be a permanent problem. A sigh of relief almost escapes my lips. “Oh that’s too bad.” I say.

“Why? You’re into me?” She smirks.

“No, well, yeah.. I mean, you’re really pretty.” I blush. Crap, my heart is racing, and she can hear that. Great, just great.

“Hmm you’re full of compliments.” She smiles. “What’s your name?”

“Stiles.”

“Short for?”

I smile slightly, “Just Stiles.”

“Well, nice to meet you Just Stiles, I’m [Y/N].” She smiles.

Already knew that. I’m tempted to ask her how old she is. See how she’d react.

“I can tell you my age if you promise to keep a secret.” She squints her eyes slightly.

I swallow hard. Can she read minds? Probably not. But what if she can? No, if she could she would have killed me the moment I walked through the door. Would she really tell me the truth about her age? I nod my head, curious to hear more.

“I’m seventeen.” She says dead serious, then shows her playful grin again. “Don’t tell the bartender.”

I laugh. It’s a combination of nerves and excitement. [Y/N] is terrifying and intriguing all at once. “Your secret is save with me.”

“Good, I have a whole lot of them and it would be such a shame if they came out.” She grabs the bottle of scotch from behind the counter and pours herself a drink.

“What kind of secrets could a seventeen year old possibly have?” I chuckle, trying to keep the conversation as light as possible, while still prying the words out of her mouth.

“Really dark ones.” She nods. She’s intoxicated. I wonder if she’s a messy drunk or a calm one. My hopes are set on calm, but I’m guessing it’s only easier for her to release her ripper side when she’s drunk.

“Like, last year someone died and it was my fault.” She confesses. “Boating accident.” She quickly adds.

“Oh.” I don’t know what else to say.

“Yeah it was really bad. I tried to save him but it was too late, he lost too much blood I guess.” She looks really sad, then turns her face away.

“You guess?”

After a moment she turns back to face me. “He definitely lost too much blood. I learned my lesson.”

“What lesson?” I frown.

“About control. See, I am a vampire,” she starts. And I wanna smile because of the breakthrough, and I wanna run because, well, she’s a vampire. I stay right where I am seated, and look her dead in the eye, then crack a smile.

“A vampire?” I fake a laugh.

[Y/N] nods. “And I compelled everyone in this bar to not be afraid, except you. How come you’re not afraid?”

“Because vampires are a myth.” I point out.

“Do I look like a myth?”

I shake my head. “No, you look really beautiful.”

She moves closer to me, rests her hand on my underarm, then stares into my eyes. “And you look waaayyy too stressed. You need to relax  little. Relax.” Her voice is most certainly the most seductive I have ever heard.

I nod in response, swallowing hard. If she notices I’m on vervain, I’m done. “Okay.” I breathe out, relaxing my muscles and smiling at her.

“Good.” She smiles back. “I need you relaxed because I need your help with a little something.”

“Sure, anything.” I answer way too quickly.

She smiles. “You’re so eager Stiles.” She giggles. “That’s good.” She nods. “See, the thing I need your help with…” She trails off as she inches closer to me. Her hand is still on my arm, drawing invisible patterns on my skin that leave it with a burning desire for more.

“Since the day I turned, I haven’t done this..” Again her voice is so seductive, I wanna melt into her. That’s what her voice reminds me of; melted chocolate. Dark and a little mysterious, but sweet and warm simultaneously.

Her palm moves from my arm to my face, cupping my jaw, fingers resting gently. She moves in closer, slowly, building the tension. I’m not sure who closes the gap, but our mouths collide and if I thought her touch was magical there are no words to describe what her kiss feels like.

We break apart, and she stares into my eyes, breathless. She smiles. She passed her own test, and so did I.

We lock lips again, this time more passionately, and I can tell she’s letting go control, but I’m not afraid. Everything happens so quickly, I don’t realize we’re moving until she has me pushed against a wall, the force knocking the breath out of me. It hurts, but it feels so good.

I’m so caught up in the moment, so turned on, I allow her to trail kisses down my neck. Just the thought of finding her hickeys on my skin tomorrow… Then a sharp pain spreads through my neck, and I realize she isn’t just kissing anymore.

The alarm bells that should go off in my mind are clouded by arousal. Or maybe it’s the blood loss that’s making my mind fuzzy.

Love bites. Blood loss. Vampire.

Shit.

“Stop.” I say firmly, attempting to push her off of me.

“Just relax.” She murmurs.

“No. Stop. You’re hurting me.”

She looks up now, frowning slightly. My blood is dripping from her lips as she speaks: “You’re on vervain.”

I don’t dare to make a move, don’t say anything, don’t even move my gaze away from hers.

She looks about ready to kill me, but before she can make a move Isaac calls out her name. She turns to face him, and when she does, Scott grabs her from behind and bores a stake through her heart.

Again I just stand there, motionless. I watch as the color leaves [Y/N] face. She’s dead. She already was.

She tried to kill me.

She didn’t; she tried to kiss me.

For forever I’m nailed there to the ground. [Y/N]’s body dessicated in front of me. The girl was just trying to kiss me, and my best friend bore a stake through her heart for it.

I can’t help but think about what other secrets she kept hidden. How many humans did she feed on? Did she try not to? Was her ripper side something out of her power? I was her first kiss since she turned because she was afraid she’d lose control. What made her want to kiss me instead of the barman?

How did she die when she passed the first time? Did her parents have a funeral for a girl still walking around town? Did she, at one point, watch her family mourn over an empty coffin?

But I guess I will never know. She will take all of her dark secrets to the grave. And I will be one of them.

anonymous asked:

I guess I haven't been paying attention to the tw fandom but I think I just heard that Tyler hoechlin is done with tw and won't be in season 5? Is this true? I'm so sad if it is! He's such an odd crucial element to me and if he left then idk what the show will be really.

Aw, anon, here’s a hug. This is what’s happening: 

The news is that Hoechlin will no longer be a series regular [Buzzfeed article, 3/11/15]. A series regular just means that his contract says he will have a certain amount of screentime. 

Hoechlin, having just finished filming Undrafted, was really excited about the experience, and loved acting in this role, found it challenging and scary and wanted to keep doing things that scared him and were new. He approached TW about wanting to reduce his screentime as Derek in the show so he could have more time to pursue more acting opportunities, but he’s still meeting with writers to talk about Derek and what Derek’s story will be in season five. [Paleyfest, 3/11/15. Not everything was tweeted or giffed, but I was there and this is what I took from it.]

I’m sorry to hear you’re sad about this, and I hope you feel better with the news that Hoechlin is following his passion for acting and wanting to bring even more characters to life through movies and exploring other roles. 

Cat has had reoccurring nightmares of her teeth falling out / a “tooth” child who comes for her teeth based on THIS post. One night, she forgot to brush her teeth before bed and she had the nightmare. Ever since then, she takes extremely good care of her teeth! She brushes at least 3 times a day, flosses regularly, and prides herself on them. Although the nightmares had slacked off for a while, they come back full force when It comes.