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Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

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anonymous asked:

Imagine steve being super protective of the young avengers

“Bucky, they’re just kids!”

Bucky gives him a look that’s something between amusement and just plain disbelief. “Oh yeah? What were we doing at eighteen?”

“Nothing like this, that’s for sure,” Steve says, scowling. “We just did normal teenage stuff.”

“Like back alley fights and human experimentation. Real normal.”

“I was in my twenties when I did that!”

Steve can tell that Bucky’s fighting a laugh. “Yeah, but you still did it. Ninety pounds of spit and a sour-milk attitude, you did it. Steve, these kids- they’re remarkable. We have a kid that can warp reality, a shapeshifter that could kick my ass any day of the week, a sharpshooter that- let’s be honest- she’s better than Clint, a kid that can lift like- four tanks at once and America.”

Steve waits for Bucky to describe America the same way as he’s done for the others. When Steve raises an eyebrow at him but throws his hands up and says, “Steve, I gotta be honest here I don’t know what the hell she can even really do.” He trails off at the end of his sentence in laughter. Steve finds himself joining him despite his annoyance. “All I’m saying is, I’m not pushing them too hard. They can take it.”

Steve sighs. He trusts Bucky to help them train, more than he trusts himself, but he can’t stop the nagging feeling that they’re somehow stealing all of their youths. He looks at Bucky then and sees how his eyes have just the slightest wrinkle around them. He’s noticed it recently. Bucky’s beard’s started coming in gray in spots too, whatever imitation serum he got finally allowing him to age. It makes Steve jealous just as much as it makes him wish he could go back to 1943 and stop them both from enlisting. He’s proud of what they did, knows Bucky is too, but they lost so much. They lost so much time fighting.

“Just make sure you let them be kids too,” Steve says. He takes a few steps to get up into Bucky’s space. He cups the side of Bucky’s face and runs his thumb over the crow’s feet that are here to stay. “Okay?”

Bucky swallows and Steve knows that he gets it. “I promise. I’ll buy them pizza and everything, maybe we’ll hold a prom for them and make it real embarrassing.”

Steve snorts, “Do you think America would ask Kate to go? I have $30 on her asking Kate out first in a bet with Clint.”

Bucky smiles, leans in and kisses Steve’s cheek all sweet. Then he shrugs. “Only one way to find out.”

hey guys do you ever think about sansa?

like, like, really think about her?

her father dead in front of her eyes, not a single person that cares for her around her for years, a world that chews her up and spits her out again and again and again.

and you know what she says, when she sees jon? you know what she tells the bastard brother she’s never known and always loved? you know what she tells him after being sold by the man who saved her, after being raped by her brother’s killers, after only escaping by the skin of her teeth?

sansa says we have to go back. she says, this is our fight, this is our family’s fight, this is my fight. she says, get up, there’s no room for being tired, are you fucking kidding me? Get up, Jon, we’re gonna take back a kingdom.

sansa says the world can break me, and i will piece back every broken part back together. the world can break me, but it cannot keep me broken.

sansa says, i. will. not. stop.

BTS ‘Her’ Comeback with DNA!

As we all know and are aware, BTS are having their comeback in less than half a day’s time (18:00PM KST), and we have our usual 24 hours to beat our own previous record for Not Today which was nearly 11M views! 

During that 24 hours, the spotlight is going to be pretty bright - people will have expectations for us and we’ll have our own expectations for ourselves to achieve an even better record for our boys right? But I want to put a reminder out there that there will most likely be haters commenting, disliking and trying to stir up a war with ARMYs. So please! PLEASE PLEASE! Do your best to ignore them and not be rude back and try and focus on what matters, and that’s doing this for Bangtan. I know how hard it is not to fight back because antis can say really crappy things about us and the boys and no, we don’t tolerate that shit, but we have bigger things to focus on - things that matter a lot more. 

Don’t let what haters say or do affect you, and just keep streaming the video and don’t forget to like it as well! People are going to nitpick at us and try to find a fault in what we do and what we say especially when we fight back, we somehow end up looking like the bad guys and I don’t think any of us wants that - no one has to listen to me I’m literally just saying this because it’s what I think and believe, but why not just kill ‘em with kindness you know? I’ve seen this go round and people said to use ‘I’m sorry baby’ as a response to haters (yes we’re planning on using Namjoon’s iconic line) and I think it’s an amazing idea, why comment something rude and sink to their level when we can just say ‘I’m sorry baby’?

Let’s keep focus on what’s important to us - and that’s making our boys happy and proud! I don’t think it’s ever okay, under any circumstances to hate on any other Kpop group - so please be respectful! Don’t bash Kpop with Kpop, that just doesn’t make any sense. 

Love Yourself and Love BTS! WE GOT THIS ARMY! LET’S GO!

Originally posted by jeonbegins

tucker & dale and the instigation of internet mob culture

Re-watching Tucker and Dale vs. Evil (the parody movie where the rednecks in the woods are the hapless protagonists and its the bunch of paranoid college kids causing all the problems.)

Originally posted by maemaewolf

I’d forgotten how much the situation was escalated by the one teenager who was clearly looking for an excuse to hurt people.  The college kid that, at the beginning of the movie, explicitly declares himself a better person than those around him.

Chad.

He’s the one who tells his friends “what’s really going on here is worse than you think.” He’s the one who insists they handle it themselves and not through official channels. He’s the one who casts his opponents as “pure evil” and says “we finally have a chance to fight back without rules.” When some of the other teenagers express uncertainty he’s the one that says if they can’t handle what needs to be done, maybe they deserve to die, too.

“We have to burn this place to the ground.  Destroy it completely. You have no IDEA what this is all about, do you Allison? These freaks are evil. And they deserve everything that’s coming to them.”

I’d never realized before how closely every single plot point in the movie mirrors the way mob culture instigators will rile up the masses under the guise of “social justice”:

  1. You assume bad faith in your opponents.
  2. You declare your opponents subhuman and acceptable to hurt by any means.
  3. You discourage the use of peaceful or official methods to address the issue.
  4. You keep your followers in line through fear of the “other” and threats of ousting them into that group if they become “contaminated.”
  5. You revel in as much chaos and pain as you can inflict–

–after all, you’re the good guy.

ELEUTHERIA. // so i’ve got some shit to do today, errands to run, a grandpa to visit, etc, but consider this my first starter call over here !! i will be dropping EVERYTHING from my old blog and starting fresh here, with the only exception being anything that i’ve already plotted out with @oletherian , and at chloe’s and my discretion. everything else is just gonna start fresh bc i’m tired and it’s been too long. these will get done either tonight or tomorrow and i am capping this call at 15.

Now, since we know that all the worlds that the Hunger has consumed are still alive, just evil now, we could say that our heroes might have to fight their loved ones back from their original world OR we can hope that Lup will finally get her chance to get her fifteen fucking dollars back from Greg Grimaldis cause even when the world is ending, she aims to collect

Fall

Cute little fall sickfic! Words: 1.6k

“You don’t have to do this, you know,” Keith reminded his boyfriend. “I can watch your siblings for the day if you want to go home. I don’t mind.” Lance shook his head, stifling a sneeze into the crook of his elbow.

“It’s fine,” he responded, his voice nearly gone from the constant coughing of the past three days. “Besides, my siblings are little monsters. They’d eat you alive.” He gave a violent shiver and Keith’s worried hand flew to his forehead.

“You’re warm,” he muttered, frowning. “Are you sure you don’t want to go back to your house? It’s October, after all, and it’ll get colder soon.”

“I’m fine, honestly,” Lance promised. “They’ll get bored by six, and then we can go home. Come on, we should go over to the pumpkin patch. That’s where they are.” The fall festival was bustling with life, kids running around wildly and dragging their parents along with them. The five other Mcclain kids were in the pumpkin patch, running through the rows of huge orange circles. Lance smiled for a brief second before a shiver ran through his body, making his pull up the hood of his sweatshirt and burrow deep into it. Keith glanced over and, seeing his boyfriend cocooned in the mass of fabric pulled him closer, wrapping his arm around Lance’s waist.

“If you want to leave just say the word and we can go,” Keith promised. Lance nodded, fighting back another shiver. He knew full well that Keith was a worrier but there was nothing to worry about, at least in Lance’s eyes.

The five other Mcclain kids ran up to the duo, ranging in ages from five to twelve. The youngest, Maria, held Billy, the oldest hand while Tamara, Jeremy and Oliver trailed behind them.

“Maria wanted to stay with you,” Billy announced, passing Maria’s hand over to Lance.

“We’re going to jump in the hay pile!” Tamara yelled behind her as the four other Mcclain children sprinted away.

“You look pale,” Maria pointed out, patting Lance’s cheek as Keith bent to pick her up. “And why are you so warm?” Keith sent an accusatory glare at Lance but he dodged it, offering a wide smile to Maria.

“Just a little cold Maria, I’ll be fine,” Lance assured her. “Do you want me to go get you a donut?”

“Yes!” Maria exclaimed.

“Keith, will you stay here with her?” Lance asked. Keith nodded, allowing Lance to slip away.

——

The small little cafe was warm but it did nothing to stop the chill that was racing through Lance’s veins. Immediately he wrapped his arms across eachother, shrinking back into his sweatshirt. Looking around at the other customers he could see that none of them were cold, some even slipping off their light fall jackets. Lance didn’t understand those people. He grabbed a pumpkin donut from the shelf, slipping it into a bag with trembling fingers. He stood in line, avoiding the stares from the people who were wondering why this boy was wrapped in such a thick sweatshirt, and why he looked so pale. He reached the front of the line and was immediately met with a pitying stare from a woman who reminded him strongly of every single stereotypical grandmother.

“Are you feeling well?” she asked as she rang up the donut. Lance, although he didn’t see the point in lying to the woman but also didn’t want to talk, gave a small, halfhearted shrug. He could feel her eyes tracing over his face and glanced away instinctively. “Chicken noodle soup,” she advised, handing his the bag. “You’ll feel better, and it’ll warm you up. You look like you could use some warming up.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Lance said, his voice thick with congestion. He walked out of the store as fast as he could, wanting to avoid any more awkward interactions.

“Poor boy,” sighed the old woman, shaking her head as she watched Lance exit the shop.

——

“You’re back!” cried Maria, latching onto Lance’s legs as he arrived back where his boyfriend and sister were. Maria didn’t weigh much but Lance still stumbled when she held onto his legs. He would have fallen over but he felt a soft hand on his back and he glanced back to see Keith’s worried face, supporting his body. “Did you get the donut?”

“Here you go,” Lance sighed, handing over the donut. Maria squealed with joy, peeking inside the bag.

“I’m going back over with the others,” she announced, jumping over to the other four Mcclain kids, who were running around in the hay pile.

“Come on,” Keith said gently, grabbing Lance’s hand. “I found a nice place we can sit down.” Keith led Lance to a shady tree, the trunk wide enough and perfectly bent so that it comfortably supported the bodies of two teenage boys. Lance immediately sunk to the ground, slumping over and resting his head on Keith’s shoulder. Keith wrapped his arm around Lance’s shoulders, his fingers wandering to Lance’s forehead to check his temperature. Keith frowned at the heat he felt and glanced down at his boyfriend’s face, pale save the flush coloring his cheeks. “Are you ready to go home?” he frowned.

“It’s a cold, Keith, I’ll live,” Lance promised, slipping a travel pack of tissues from his sweatshirt pocket. He blew his nose, sniffling a tiny bit when he was finished. He slipped the tissues back into his pocket, the end sticking out just a fraction of an inch, just enough so that Keith could still see the blue plastic. Lance still held onto the tissue, occasionally wiping his cherry red nose with the soft white paper. Keith tossed another glance at his sick boyfriend, biting his lip.

“Hang on a second, okay? I’ll be back soon,” he promised. Lance gave a half hearted nod, almost too exhausted to hear what Keith was saying. Keith stood up, brushed the dirt off of his pants and walked away.

——

He returned five minutes later with a steaming cup of apple cider in his hand. Sitting down he handed it to Lance who took it readily, happy for the warmth it added to his steaming body. “Drink,” Keith instructed. “If you’re staying here you’re staying warm, and you’re doing everything I say, or I’m getting your siblings and we’re leaving. Got it?”

“Will do, doc,” Lance chuckled. He began coughing and Keith rested a hand on top of Lance’s until he stopped.

“Here, take this too,” Keith offered, slipping his simple black hat from his head and sliding it onto Lance’s. Lance gave a nod of approval, setting down his partially finished cup of hot apple cider as his eyelids fluttered. His head dropped against Keith’s shoulder and not even a minute later Keith could hear quiet snoring coming from his boyfriend. Keith smiled contentedly as his boyfriend slept, happy with the autumn trees around him and the feeling of his boyfriend’s head on his shoulder.

——

About half an hour later Lance was awoken by what sounded like chanting. He cracked open his eyes to see his siblings marching toward him, repeating hay ride over and over again. He stretched, picking up his apple cider which was thankfully still warm.

“Looks like we’ve got company,” Keith sighed, standing up and offering Lance a hand. The five Mcclain children stopped in front of Lance and Keith, staring up at the two with huge, imploring eyes.

“Will you take us on a hayride?” Maria begged, giving Lance the pouty lip.

“It’s up to you, Lance,” Keith said. “You feeling up to it?” Lance smiled, ignoring the more frequent shivers making their way through his body.

“Yeah, of course, but we’re going to go after that. Is that alright?” A chorus of yesses came from the children and they dragged Keith and Lance across the field to a small, rickety wooden cart covered in hay attached to a horse that looked even more exhausted than Lance.

“How much?” Lance asked, taking out his wallet.

“Twenty for the group, a real bargain,” said the chipper looking man in the cart. Lance forked over a twenty and the six Mcclains plus Keith climbed into the cart. The kids sat on opposite sides while Lance and Keith took the seat closest to the driver. Lance pulled Keith’s hat over his ears and stuck his hands in his pocket.

“You’re taking a nap once we get back to your house,” Keith instructed. “And I’m driving home.” Lance, too tired to argue, nodded. Once again he found his head on Keith’s shoulder, looking out into the sky, the setting sun bathing the sky in pinks and purples. They rode down an old, bumpy road, Lance resting his head on Keith’s shoulder. Sure, he was sick, but in the hay ride, with his siblings laughing with enjoyment and his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder, he was content.

—–

Lance felt someone shaking his shoulder as blinked open his eyes, hovering over his face. “Lance, come on, we’re going.” Again he offered Lance his hand and Lance pulled himself up, leaning on Keith as he lead Lance through the fields and to the parking lot, the five other Mcclain kids running and skipping ahead of them. “Remember, I’m driving,” Keith reminded Lance as Lance slipped into the passenger seat. Keith climbed into the front and the low rumble of the engine made Lance’s eyes want to close. In the back sat the five children in the two back rows, yelling and screaming but the noise did nothing to assuage Lance’s exhaustion. “Get some rest,” Keith said gently. “You need it, and I’ll feel better if you sleep.” Lance gave a sleepy nod, pulling his sleeves over his hands and his hood lower over his face. Before pulling out Keith gave Lance a soft kiss on his cheek. He pulled the car out of the parking lot and Lance fell asleep against the gently vibrating window of the car zooming down the highway.

anonymous asked:

Some people think that sakura was being arrogant and stupid when she said she caught up to sasuke and naruto,but she didn't mean she was as strong as them but that she was on equal footing,no longer staring at their backs.Why do people think sakura is overconfident,prideful,stuck up bitch?After chapter 40 something she's been nothing but selfless.even before she was only twelve,I imagine most twelve year olds were little entitled brats so they need to build a bridge and get over part one sakura.

Yep, that part always gets so easily misconstrued. 

I really don’t know why so many people actually think that Sakura was actually saying that she had caught up to Naruto and Sasuke in terms of power. Half of the chapter was about her remembering how upset and frustrated she was at herself for always having the two of them fight her battles for her while she could only stand and watch them from behind:

She even makes it clear that at some point, she gave up on ever trying to reach Naruto and Sasuke’s level of skill because the two of them were just too incredible - they kept on getting stronger and stronger, and keeping up with them would have been a near impossible task for even the most talented of shinobi:

So right there, she made it explicitly clear that reaching their level of power was never the point of this speech.

But when Sakura finally had enough chakra stored up to unleash the Byakugou Seal, it was a statement that she was no longer gonna just stand back and let Naruto and Sasuke do all the fighting; she was gonna stand right there with them, side by side on the battlefield, and fight together. Sakura even explicitly says it herself, how “this time, we fight with our backs to each other!!:

So why so many ignorant Sakura haters keep on spouting this absolute nonsense regarding how Sakura was apparently arrogant enough to actually believe that she was equal to Naruto and Sasuke in terms of skill, is beyond me.

D&D highlights

so I’ve been in a campaign run by @geritz​, with two other players Bree and Voca-lee.

I’m playing a dragonborn fighter (Lishna), Bree is a halfling cleric (Winna), and Voca is a human bardish-rogue (aka a rogue that knows how to play an instrument okay, named Copper).

(Geritz is really good at setting up the world btw and the ‘game’ aspects. Like there’s contingency plans for everything.)

SO ANYWAY. A few highlights.

  • Copper and Winna went to train Winna at the temple where she learned Guiding Bolt.
  • Lishna went to register at a local hunters’ guild. She can’t read well so she struggles to fill out the paperwork. Slightly low int.
  • At the tavern. Winna is working part time as a barmaid with an outfit that shows off way too much cleavage.
  • Copper comes up to Lishna: “Do you need any help?”
  • while fighting back tears: “hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”
  • Copper condescendingly says “We can teach you how to write!”
  • “And I can teach you how to STAY IN YOUR FUCKING LANE.”
  • Miraculously Lishna had an epiphany and managed to finish her forms without issue at that point. (nat 20)
  • The three went to the guild. Lishna handed in her forms as Winna and Copper registered as well to help.
  • First assignment is killing some deer. Easy.
  • Find deer. Copper uses confuse animals to stun them for 2 turns as we get into position to corral them.
  • Winna uses Guiding Bolt on the first deer.
  • The deer basically explodes.
  • Copper goes to grapple another so it doesn’t flee
  • She gingerly holds its hoof.
  • Lishna goes to slash at one with her sword, having totally missed last round.
  • This round she lops off all its legs and feels guilty so she mercy kills it
  • Copper attempts to again grapple the deer.
  • She gingerly holds the other hoof.
  • Winna goes to help Copper grapple the deer.
  • nat 20
  • A 3 foot tall halfling supplexes the deer and KOs it
  • Rest of the fight involves us chasing them down til we get 5 kills.
  • Bear shows up.
  • Lishna demands they fight the bear cause everyone else wants to run
  • Goes okay til Copper tries to ride the bear like a cowboy
  • Gets thrown off and is now at the mercy of the bear.
  • Lishna charges the bear with a full force tackle, somehow sends it flying and pins it down
  • Commence the longest 4 turns of everyone trying to attack a pinned target and failing or doing low damage
  • All this while the bear is both trying to escape (consistently rolling a 4 vs. Lishna’s 16+’s), and attempting to attack with nothing higher than an 8, missing the party each time.
  • Eventually it dies of exhaustion / chip damage / boredom
  • Lishna throws the bear to the side like a ragdoll and dabs like an idiot. The gods are nonetheless impressed.
Save Me. (Yoongi x Reader) Bonus: The Letter

“It swallowed me, this lunatic. Please save me tonight. Within this childish madness, you will save me tonight.” - [“Save Me” - BTS]

** WARNING ** THIS IS A BIG SPOILER! IF YOU HAVE NOT FINISHED THE SERIES/STARTED PLEASE CLICK THE LINKS BELOW!  **

Summary: It was an unprecedented love that bloomed within the halls of your high school, until secret words were overheard, and shattered the budding romance. It changed your life forever, leading you down a path you had never thought you would be on– training to become a secret agent. You chose it to escape Yoongi and the results of how things ended between you two, but as fate would have it, that very same choice ended up leading you right back to him. Will you be able to save your clients and solve mysteries together despite your history? Will you be able to save each other? Will you able to save yourself…from yourself?    

Yoongi x Reader (ft. Jin & all the other BTS members)

Secret Agent AU

Mystery, Action, Angst, & Fluff (contains some violence, mentions of murder, death, harassment, and bullying)

PARTS: Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 (Finale) | Bonus: The Letter

A/N: For all you curious calico cats :) <3 Thank you for everyone’s love and support for this series! 

Originally posted by ofallingstar

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A Match Into Water

Elijah Mikaelson X Reader

Word Count: 994

Requested: Anon

Request: Can I get Elijah Mikaelson with the #72 for the song request?

Originally posted by klopehybridss

I kissed the scars on her skin

I still think you’re beautiful
And I don’t ever want to lose my best friend

Being associated with the Mikaelsons was never easy but you seemed to have it worse because they all wanted nothing more than to keep you safe, the worse that thing that happened was when you ended up in Mystic Falls with Elijah and Damon thought that ti was a good idea to kidnap and torture you for information on them, obviously didn’t end well for them and Elijah came to get you but even now that you were out of Mystic Falls and in New Orleans with them the scars were there for all to see. Elijah never failed to make you feel beautiful though, he knew that everything that happened to you was his fault and that it was his job to make sure that you felt normal.

I screamed out, “God, you vulture
Bring her back or take me with her”
Tear it down, break the barricade
I want to see what sound it makes

Everything changed when Marcel decided that the best way to get to them was through you and ended up killing you with Elijah’s blood in your system. Elijah completely forgot about the blood but that didn’t stop him from tearing apart every vampire that stood in his way.

When he got to you, you gasped clinging to him, he could see by the way that you head moved from left to right that you were confused and he needed to get you to focus. “Hey (Y/N), hey.” He smiled softly.
“W-what?” You asked looking at Marcel who looked pissed.
“I’m sorry.” He said softly and you looked at him.
“This isn’t your fault.” You said softly.

I hate this flavor with a passion and I fucking hate the aftertaste
How does it feel? How does it feel?
Well it feels like I’m on fire
Wake up
I know you can hear me

“(Y/N).” Elijah drew your attention back to him.
“Sorry, everything is so loud and bright.” You mumbled.
“It’s okay,” He said as he sat next to you with a cup full of blood. “You need to drink this.”
“Mm.” You hummed.
“Unless you don’t want this.” He added. You took the cup from him and downed the blood quickly screwing up your face.
“I’ll get used to that right?” You asked.
“Hm, this is a lot to take in. How do you feel?” He asked.
“Like everything is on fire.” You mumbled.

Make me a promise here tonight, love like a tidal wave
Dreamless in early graves, I never want it to be this way
The chemicals will bring you home again
This is it, when it’s done, we can say that
When it’s sudden death we fight back

“If this is going to happen we have to make a promise.” You said softly and he looked at you he had managed to get you to lay down for a little bit in hopes that you would be able to rest, for the whole of your human life you and Elijah had been close, closer than friends not close enough to be lovers and you suspected that was because you couldn’t protect yourself should you have become later.
“Of course.” Elijah nodded.
“Well, you have to teach me how to fight because with all this heightened emotion crap I don’t think I can ignore the way that I feel about you.” You explained looking down at the covers that you were fiddling with and he gave a soft smile.
“Of course.” This time it sounded different and when you looked up he was much closer to you, he gently untangled your hands from the sheets softly running his thumbs over your knuckles. “I think I should show you how I’ve felt for years.”
“Hm.” You hummed and he leaned forward connecting your lips.

Pretend like I don’t entice you
I’ve seen you circling the sky above my head
You traitor
I will never be taken for granted again

You watched as Marcel walked towards you “what do you want?” You asked and he chuckled.
“You are harder to kill then they are.” He smirked.
“I pride myself on it,” You answered.
“Answer for everything it seems.” He pointed out and you nodded.
“I do love to make your life hard.” You smiled crossing your arms.

Keep digging holes in the desert
Say a prayer for you
I know that you’re in pain
But if we die at the same time does it still scare you?

The fight that followed that conversation tired you and all you wanted was for the fight to stop but you weren’t ready to die, you had only just been given another chance, after finally getting the upper hand you struggled out of the apartment building realising that you were on the other side of the river, you groaned before making your way back to the compound.

She’s mine
You stay away from her
It’s not her time
Cause, baby, I’m the one
Who haunts her dreams at night
Until she’s satisfied

Klaus and Elijah glared at Marcel “where is she?” Elijah asked. Klaus was surprised that he was the one that had to play mediator in that moment.
“Yes fine and she will continue to be fine if you give me my kingdom back.” He said and Elijah only seemed to become angrier.
“You know if you wanted to keep me there you should have maybe assigned someone who could fight.” You suggested after having found some blood you were able to heal enough to pretend that the fight was easy. “Marcel I suggest you leave before they kill you.” Then he was gone.
“(Y/N).” Elijah said softly Klaus was closer and caught you when you feel forward passing you over to Elijah when he got close enough. “Come on let’s get you some rest.”

Requests and general question!

No youre not contractually obligated to be awful to your siblings. 

If anyone tells you that then theyre wrong. Youre supposed to try and get along with them and you WONT sometimes and thats okay. But if you treat your siblings like shit then thats on you if your relationship suffers, and Im tired of this trope reinforcing that idea for kids.

I just want to say

That when I was watching untucked from the first episode of season 9 I start crying when Gaga was giving them critiques. It hit me then that every LGBT+ person looks up to her, including me, because of how much she’s there for us. She knows the struggles we’ve been through and like she said, she’s not a gay woman herself, but she been brought up by gay men which let her see into the life of the LGBT+ community and she realized it wasn’t all rainbows, unicorns, and glitter. She decided “there needs to be someone there for them… I’ll do it”.

Lady Gaga is such an inspiration to all of us because she wasn’t afraid to stand up for what she believed in or who she believed in, for that matter. She didn’t care what she looked like as long as it made her happy.

I’m glad she is there for us and the community because if she wasn’t the biggest influence to ever happen, I honestly don’t know who would be.

Sure, there are others who say, “I’m here for the LGBT+ community,” or “I love the gays!” But they never really ‘did’ anything to help our community. BUT SHE DID. She gave us hope, music to dance to when we’re alone in our bedroom, SO many speeches saying we need to stand up for ourselves and fight back saying “we are what we are, we love ourselves and you can’t change us.” Hell, she just went on drag race; acted like a Lady Gaga impersonator; literally CRIED when she saw her outfits being displayed, which were remade by the queens, and then went into the untucked room and had a folder of what she loved about them and what they could do to make themselves better. Not degrading them saying, “I don’t like this,” she helped them by saying, “I really love this and add this/ change this to make you look better.”

Okay enough of that. I just really love Gaga and there’s a MILLION REASONS why she has helped the LGBT+ community and will keep helping us. She’s so inspiring and I love her so much. Okay, the end.

after

For the first time in years, she’s started keeping a journal. She is desperate for some kind of structure, some way to give meaning to what is left of her life. If there is a narrative arc she will find it and force it onto paper, so that someday when someone finds it, they will know she lived with purpose.

That’s the theory, anyway.

The days fold into each other. Hours pass like centuries.

It’s been four weeks. She still catches Mulder glancing at his phone now and again, even now that the screen is permanently black. Old habits.

A few years ago Will had gone through a phase where he read apocalyptic novels obsessively. Stories about lotteries and dead children, murderous governments, mazes, matching gray jumpsuits. He used to recount the plots to her in detail, talking about all of the things he would do, if such a fate befell him.

One evening they’re sitting in the basement — as usual — and Will looks up at her. “I didn’t think it would be like this,” he says.

“Like what?”

He shrugs. “Just…shouldn’t we be doing something? Fighting back?”

They haven’t ventured beyond their property line this whole time. “We don’t know what’s out there.”

“Maybe we should find out. Maybe there are people who need our help.”

Briefly, Scully closes her eyes. Once she wouldn’t have hesitated. She spent years of her life venturing into the unknown. And she still has a gun and she can still run in heels, but there is so much more to lose now.

“Mom,” he says, and his voice catches, “if Matt’s still out there.”

She knows what he’s going to say. She’s been thinking it for weeks.

Later, Scully tears a page from the journal. She records their names, in case.

She remembers the headlights, and does not write where they are going.