the-mrs-pietro-maximoff asked:

Could you write something where the reader is fighting alongside with the avengers (before Pietro and Wanda join the team) and the reader has to soar one on one with Pietro and after awhile they're very obviously attracted to each other and they end up hooking up? And could the reader have se kind of fun power like telekinesis? :)))



WordCount: 1,781

Rating: Teen

Author Notes: Sorry this took so long, I had work all weekend, and ended up throwing a party on Friday instead of writing. Hope you like it!! And I’m still taking requests!” 

“We have an enhanced on the field!” Called out Captain America’s voice through the earpiece (Y/N) was wearing. Her heart started racing with excitement, finally something to do. “(Y/L/N), Barton is down, take care of the enhanced.” He told her.

               “You got it Cap!” (Y/N) replied, running to Barton’s position to find whoever attacked him. About half way there something slammed into her shoulder, knocking her to the ground. Instantly she shot back up, doing a quick mental check for injuries. He shoulder was sore from where she got hit, but nothing fatal. Taking a quick scan of the area, (Y/N) watched as the leaves a few yards from her were suddenly disrupted. It happened inhumanly fast, if it weren’t for the leaves falling slowly she wouldn’t have been able to track the movement. This was obviously the enhanced.

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I’ve been a swiftie since 2008. Taylors taught me to be fearless, speak now, paint the world red, and party like its 1989. That was totally cheesy. I’ll never say it again.
Back in 2013, I found out I had scoliosis which meant my spine was crooked. A lot of people have it. But, mine was bad. It was at the point where there was nothing they could do to fix it besides surgery which I wanted nothing to do with. So my family and I avoided it. I went to the Red tour and had the time of my life. I couldn’t dance though because my back hurt too much. I did sing (well, scream) along to all the songs though.
Finally, 2014 came along and I had some more X-rays. My back had gotten much much worse. Surgery was my only option at this point. We scheduled it for December and I had the whole year to dread it.
Finally October rolled around and 1989 came out. 1989 is probably the one happy thing for me that year. I feel like I connect to this album more than any of her previous albums because as cheesy as it is, it helped me through EVERYTHING.
Flash forward to December. I start off my month attending Jingle Ball just to see Taylor. I sing my heart out (and bawl my eyes out) because seeing Taylor (even if she looked like an ant from my seats) was all I wanted before my surgery. Then, her birthday came and I made cupcakes to bring to school. They were definitely a hit. The very next week, also the week before Christmas, it was time for my back surgery.
I’m not going to lie. The surgery took 7 hours and was PAINFUL. the recovery took around 3 months. I now have 2 metal rods in my back and a bunch of screws and hooks. Oh, and a nasty scar. Being in the hospital was tough. But 1989 got me through it. It’s crazy thinking someone who doesn’t know I exist did so much for me.
In March for my birthday I went to the Grammy museum. I was finally okay again. I stood tall (well, im not in the picture, but technically I have the ability too) and smiled because I was supporting the lady who always supported me. My old 5'6 self would’ve never believed that id not only grow two inches overnight, but grow as a person as well. These experiences are what make me who I am. And I’m happy to have Taylor by my side.
I love you Taylor. I’ll see you August 21(: Thank you for never leaving me. taylorswift

anonymous asked:

"Damnit stiles I told your 6 year olds can't drive." "But Y/N I promise I won't crash!"

“Damn it, Stiles! I told you 6 year olds can’t drive!” You stormed out the house and towards the old baby blue jeep that stood in the drive way, you were furious. Of all the things your husband could have done that day it had to be trying to teach your daughter how to drive. Someone needed to get a leash for him…Jesus

“But, Y/N, I promise we won’t crash!” You poked your head through the passenger seat window, pointing a stern finger at him as he tried to make excuses, your daughter on his lap. 

“Get out of the jeep and bring our daughter with you.” If steam could be coming out of your ears it would be. He started to refuse, but you glared at him walking around to the other side of the car to grab your daughter as she got out. “Now, Stiles.” He begrudgingly left the vehicle. 

“Mummy?” You knelt down to her level, pushing a stray strand of her hair from her face and behind her ear. She was the spitting image of Stiles…unfortunately that also meant she let him get her into all sorts of trouble…all the time. 

“You can’t drive the jeep, baby, you’re not old enough yet, okay?” You weren’t, however, angry at her. Only your husband. What sort of person tries to teach a 6 year old to drive? Stiles, that’s what sort of person. 

“But, dad says-” She started to protest, puffing her cheeks out as she usually does when she wants something and disagrees with you. Which was quite often at the rate Stiles found more and more ridiculous things to do. 

“Your father is an idiot. Don’t listen to him.” You picked her up and walked back to the house ignoring the disbelieving call from behind you. Serves him right for being a fool…he’s sleeping on the sofa tonight…


anonymous asked:

Sorry but Swen has nothing to do with Jen and Colin having not a photo op. Swen only asked why Lana and Jen had no an photo op. If Jen canceled all her photo op duos was her choice. We could have had it all but it was her decision to have none.

Why do you think she made that choice though?

Because she was getting nice messages simply asking ‘why?’ 

No, bud. She and Xevients were getting some pretty nasty tweets. And this is just guessing but Lana and her probably can’t do photo ops because of contracts,you realize that right? They probably can’t and due to that she could have canceled her op with Colin because she didn’t want people causing drama.


Again, be aware. I do not ship Captain Swan nor Swan Queen-So just in case any one is planning to say ‘Oh, you are just a captain swan shipper blah blah blah’-No. I’m not.

That’s for other shippers to ship-and ship away but don’t fuck it up for everyone else. 

When I was a fan of the show, I only shipped Rumbelle and didn’t give a damn about the other ships-respected them and they all had their place, canon or fanon.

I know you haven’t had the best experience with cats in the past but look at its face please please can we keep it? AU


Caroline had never been a fan of that word–though really did anyone like hearing those two little letters put together when they really wanted something? Hearing it come out of Klaus’ mouth though was a double blow of annoyance though but she also knew that she had an endless amount of ways to try and get him to see things her way and turn his answer into a beautiful yes.

Except apparently when it came down to having animals as pets.

Horses were all fine and dandy but it wasn’t like she could have one in the house with them and cuddle up to it like she could with a dog or a cat. 

Dogs were out of the question because all Klaus seemed to want were huge guard dogs that he could train into attacking those visitors that he didn’t like. Which was how her cute, cuddly little puppy had turned into a vicious companion for him. Though okay, maybe, Hugo still enjoyed cuddling up with her whenever there was a thunderstorm frightening him but it just wasn’t the same as when he’d been tiny.

The rabbit she had tried for had turned up as dinner the night she had brought it home. Klaus had ended up in a guest bedroom for a month after that but Caroline could still see that he was insufferably smug about it. Nor did she want to think about the damn foot he had hanging up by his desk for luck, the jerk.

She knew that birds would only end up the same way and really didn’t want to deal with all of the incessant chirping that would happen when the sun rose each morning. Or was that only roosters? She wasn’t chancing it.

Caroline had resigned herself to never actually having a pet of her own that she could happily enjoy when she had stumbled upon the tiny black kitten while visiting Bonnie. 

Maybe it would have been a good idea to talk to Klaus about bringing the kitten home first but Caroline hadn’t been able to say no to the tiny little face and sweet little meows that it had done to her.

She tried hiding the cat at first, sneaking him up to a spare room far away from their own and then sneaking up the cat food and various necessities plus toys that it needed.

That worked for about two days until Klaus started wondering what she was doing locked away all day in the other room.

“No,” was all he said when he finally opened the door and saw her playing with the tiny bundle, letting the kitten chase after a blue ribbon.

“But, look at him!” Caroline protested, picking up the kitten and holding its small face up for him to see.

Klaus glared at the creature and that should have frightened the kitten, it had scared Hugo into hiding for the entire day when he’d done it to the puppy, but her kitten simply hissed at him before meowing pitifully at Caroline. “Isn’t he adorable?” 


Ugh. “Well I’m keeping him and if you even try to eat him or get rid of him then that beach vacation we’re supposed to do next month is going to become a family one and I’ll make sure that Kol comes along and Rebekah brings her latest fling and Elijah can totally bring Katherine and you’ll have to deal with that massive headache.”

Klaus arched a brow at that. “So would you, love.”

Caroline shrugged and then looked down at the tiny bundle in her arms. “Worth it.”

And that was how she came to own a cat.

Amber, New Orleans, Louisiana. 

Amber: My son changed my life, for the better. He taught me a lot of things like responsibility and the true meaning of unconditional love.

BW: Where’s your son now?

Amber: My son is in New Hampshire.

BW: Does he live with family?

Amber: He lives with his father at the moment. 

BW: Do you mind if I ask why?

Amber: I battled with addiction. My son also taught me that when you love someone, you want what’s best for them. I feel I did the most unselfish act I could do by letting him go, you know? *Tears*. We all have to let go at some point, I just had to sooner than I wanted. 

BW: What’s your addiction?

Amber: Heroin. I’m sober now. A little over a year.

BW: Good job. That’s a long time. Do you go to meetings or anything?

Amber: I do. I go to meetings and I’m involved in a ministry.

BW: Well, what was your bottom?

Amber: My bottom was living in abandoned buildings, eating out of trash barrels. I reduced myself from this beautiful, educated, caring, kind, loving person to  someone who was angry, manipulative, shady, disgusting. It’s like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

BW: Do you have regrets?

Amber: I used to regret a lot of things but you know what? It’s just such a waste of time. I look at everything now as a learning experience. As long as you learn from it, it’s not in vain. You can use that experience to benefit someone else so they don’t have to go through the same thing.

BW: How old is your son?

Amber: He’s 17.

BW: Do you have much of a relationship with him?

Amber: I do. I talk to him every night on the phone. I have a son who is far greater than I deserve. I love him unconditionally.

BW: Do you think he knows that?

Amber: *Tears* I hope so. 

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Brandon Flowers was absolutely incredible last night! Only just posting because I’ve had a full day of recovery haha. Waited for six hours to see him but wow was it worth it! Ended up so close to the front, I only had two people stood in front of me. We made eye contact several times and I died a little each time he looked at me, at one point he stared at me for like 5 seconds no word of a lie ;) he played pretty much all my favourites - was so happy he did Magdalena and Swallow It! I sort of wish he’d done Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas but I ain’t about to complain, he could have spent and hour and a half stood there doing absolutely nothing and I’d have been happy tbh haha. He’s even more gorgeous in the flesh if that was even possible!


Feeding Vegan Kids - Basil Pasta 

Okay so for starters, I knew I had said that I would get this up here last night but I was soo exhausted and I’d fallen asleep. This is my very first food post on my blog so it won’t be all fancy like I’d planned to but don’t worry I will come back in the mere future and update it with actual cooking steps.

I’m not sure if I ever had said this (probably not, knowing my mesh momma brain) but we’re a vegan household! There’s no animal eaters in this home ♥ I often get asked alot of the same questions so I’m going to answer a few of them here along with giving the recipe to this amazing basil pasta that is really delicious! Aoife could eat this all day if she could.

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Fic: Beauty on the Ropes

ripperblackstaff prompted: “Rumbelle, pro!wrestling AU”

I rewrote this three times. I hope you enjoy nonetheless!


“Dad, why are you still wearing a tie?”

“It might have something to do with the fact that I’ve come straight from the shop.”

“Yes, but you could have taken the tie off.”

“Then I would just look scruffy.”

Gold heard Bae give an exasperated sigh from the passenger seat and glanced across to see his son burying his head in his hands.

“Dad, we’re only going to the Nolans. David and Mary Margaret have seen you looking worse than scruffy.”

This was true; David and Mary Margaret had proved somewhat indispensible friends after his accident and looking his immaculately put-together self had not been at all high on his list of priorities for those few weeks.

“It’s a matter of principle,” Gold told his son.

Bae just rolled his eyes as they pulled up outside the Nolans’ house, and he got out and bounded up the path to ring the bell.

“Emma, get the door, it’ll be Bae and Gold!” David’s voice called from within the house.

“Wait, wait, I’m not ready!” Emma’s voice replied.

Gold noticed that Bae was trying to flatten down his unruly hair in his reflection in the hall window and gave a wry smile. Young love, indeed.

“Emma, I’ve got my hands full with your brother and your mum can’t leave the kitchen right now.”


The door opened, seemingly without any assistance from a human being, and a second later a blur could be seen as Emma careened up the stairs towards her bedroom.

“Come in!” Mary Margaret called from the kitchen. “Make yourselves at home. Gold, take your tie off or you’ll make the rest of us feel underdressed.”

“I…” Gold shook his head in despair and loosened his tie. “Don’t say a word,” he muttered to his son, who was smirking like the cat who’d got the cream.

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Next day…

Today I didn’t go to school because I’m really sad and I don’t want to see August. Everything that happened yesterday is starting to get to me, I really thought we had a friendship but instead it was a forced one. Now I know that everything Sheila said about her wanting me and August to date was her just being nice because of my slowness.

I just wished he could’ve been honest and told me he didn’t want to be friends. I never wanted anyone to feel like they had to be my friend because I’m stupid. I don’t have a problem with being alone, in the situation im in now I’m basically all I have.

Unless my dad cares about me, I haven’t seen him since I was three. I wish I could’ve left with him when he left but of course my mom didn’t let me. That’s when she started using me to get money from Sam. I actually really do love my mom but she doesn’t feel the same.

I wanted to have a good mother and daughter relationship but that’ll never happen. I was taken out of my thoughts when I heard sams voice and my door open revealing my mom. She quickly closed the door behind her and sat on the bed.

“Mom what are you doing here? I thought you guys weren’t coming back for a while?“I asked and she rolled her eyes.

“You’re pregnant aren’t you?“she asked and I slowly shook my head.

“No I mean I took a test yesterday and they said they’ll call me"I said.

“Well if you are, you better not tell your damn grandma about you and Sam"she warned.

“But Sam can’t get girls pregnant, remember you told me that?“I said.

“Well I lied, that’s why I had you on birth control. How long have you been out of pills?"she asked.

"I don’t know, at least two or three months. But if you knew I was out why did you ask me that one day if I have been taking them?"I said.

"Clearly I fuckin forgot. Look if you’re pregnant, you better figure out how to hide your stomach when you start showing"she said and I stayed quiet.

"How are you gonna take care of it?"she asked and I frowned.

"What do you mean? Sam is gonna help"I said and she laughed.

"He’s not, what makes you think he’s going take care of a special kid. It was hard enough taking care of you"she said and I felt my face getting hot.

"None of this would’ve been difficult if you weren’t fucking your own brother"I said and she slapped me.

As soon as she did that, she jumped on top of me and started punching me in the face and in the ribs until Sam came in and pulled her off.

"You and Sam need to go. I know you started some shit with Timera Leena"my grandma said.

"Really mom? You’re taking up for this selfish little bitch?"she said.

"You damn right I am, you’re sorry excuse for a mother. Don’t expect her to come back to the house, she’s staying with me now”

“No she’s not, she’s coming home"Sam said.

"You’re not her father, you aren’t even family so who are you to say she’s coming or going anywhere?"my grandma spat.

"I’m the father of that baby in her stomach, so I got all the control over her"he said and my grandma looked at me with tears in her eyes.

"Oh hell no"she said before storming out.

"Lets go Timera. Now"he demanded and I shook my head.

"No, I’m tired of being abused by you. You’re not going to ruin my life anymore” I said and he walked towards me grabbing my arm.

"I said let’s go now you little bitch, don’t make me beat the fuck out of you"he said and that’s when my grandma walked in hitting him with a bat and he yelled out.

"Get the fuck out my house you god damn rapist. Watch when I find out what really happened between you and my grand daughter, I’m calling the cops on both of ya’ll"she said and they both rushed out the room.

"Now tell me what happened Timera"she said and I sighed.

"He basically raped me since I was 14 well that’s when it started. Mom let him do it because he would pay her money. He hit me a lot too"I said.

"Are you kidding me? Why in the hell didn’t you say anything"she said.

"Because he said if I did he would kill me, he would do it nana I know he would”

“So are you pregnant?"she asked and I shrugged my shoulders.

"I don’t know, I’m still waiting for the results from the clinic"I said.

"Do you think that you’re pregnant"she asked.

"No"I said and she walked out.

Even though I feel somewhat relieved that I told my grandma the truth, I don’t like how she walked out. I feel like she’s disappointed with me in fact i know she is. I should’ve told her about this a long time ago. Hopefully I’m not pregnant because if so, she’ll be really mad.


Once I realized that Timera wasn’t at school, I decided to go to my car and sit there til the bell rung. I feel real shitty about everything, if she was to call right now and said she hated me I wouldn’t get mad. I been nothin but a shitty ass friend and now our friendship is basically ruined.

Even though its been a day, it feels like I haven’t talked to her in months. I really want us together again, I want us to be a couple. I love her and I always have. I was wrong for judging her and I was really wrong for snapping at her.

But ima handle that nigga Jordan. I told her not to talk to him and I told him to never come near her but they did exactly what I told them not to do. That’s another reason why I’m sittin in my car so I can catch his ass.

I was taken out of my thoughts when I saw Marley walking up to my car. I wonder what the fuck she’s doing here, hopefully she comin to say she wanna apologize to Timera. All that shit she said to her was wrong.

"The fuck you doin here"I said while rolling the window down and she frowned.

"Why are you being an asshole?"she spat and I kissed my teeth.

"Man what the fuck do you want? I’m not in the mood to argue"I said and she sighed.

"I wanna know what’s up with you and my cousin"she said.

"We’re friends, that’s pretty obvious. But if we were doing something it doesn’t concern you, that’s our business"I said and she laughed.

"Wow, she really got you brain washed. Since you guys are such good friends, I’m assuming you know that she’s pregnant by Jordan"she said.

"Don’t come over here startin rumors and shit, seriously"I warned.

"Ohhhhhh so you don’t know? Well I’m not starting anything, my grandma called my mom this morning and said so"she said and I clenched my jaw hard.

"I gotta go, I’ll see you later"I mumbled before starting my car and driving off.

I stopped by the store and grabbed pregnancy tests then sped all the way to her grandmas house. Once I got there, I noticed that her grandma’s car wasn’t in the drive way so I walked up to the door bangin on it. She opened it and before she could open her mouth to say anything, I pushed passed her.

"Go in the bathroom and take all three of these pregnancy tests. Now"I said and she stood there looking at me scared.

"W-whats wrong? Why are you so angry"she asked nervously.

"You pregnant by Jordan huh?"I asked and she frowned.

"Wha- no! I’m not pregnant by him, we never did anything. I’m not even pregnant who told you that!?"she yelled and I bit my lip.

"Just go take the tests, then I’ll believe you"I said and she snatched them out my hand.

"Fine, after you get your results just leave"she said then stormed off to the bathroom.

I sat down on the couch shaking my leg then sat back. I felt my phone vibrate and seen a text from Jordan saying that he wanted to talk and to meet him at this park. Good thing he did too, he’s just makin my plan more easier.

I know he’s up to somethin to, he ain’t talked to me all day and now his ass wanna talk. I’m just really over his ass and Mikey, especially since they tryna take Timera away from me. Mikey may not talk about her around me but I know for sure he does behind my back. I don’t care if he expresses how much he like her somewhere else but if he do it around me then his ass gonna be gone too. Just like Jordan bout to be.

I heard the bathroom door open and she came in handing me the tests wrapped up in tissue. I unwrapped them to see all three of them reading "NEGATIVE”

“ You can leave now"she said before walking off but I quickly jumped up and grabbed her arm.

"I’m sorry baby, look I just- I’m sorry. For everything please forgive me"I pleaded before kissing her lips.

"Why don’t you trust me august, you were never like this why is all this behavior from you all of a sudden?"she said and I shrugged my shoulders.

"I don’t know, I just want to be with you and when I see you with other niggas it pisses me off. Now I know I been nothin but an ass to you but I wanna make that up to you. I’m sorry about everything, I love you"I said.

"No you don’t, but you really need to change and as a friend, love me for me"she said.

"I always loved you for you the fuck you mean?” I spat.

“August really? I don’t agree with you, to be hones-”

“Look, we can finish this later. I gotta go"i said and she rolled her eyes.

"Okay whatever "she mumbled and I kissed my teeth before walking out.

At the park…

I seen him sitting at one of the tables then finally started walking towards him. I honestly don’t feel like talkin to this nigga but I want to for sure get rid of his ass for good.

"So what did you want to talk about"I asked and he sighed before standing up.

"About the whole Timera thing. Why you ain’t talking to me no more"he asked.

"So you called me over here so you can talk about my girl?"I slightly laughed.

"That ain’t yo girl man, you know damn well you don’t care about her"he said.

"See you wanna act like you know everything when you don’t know shit"I spat.

"Nah lets just keep it real, you don’t care for Timera. You only using her for sex because for one, she ain’t all there in the head and you know she’ll give it up. She’s defenseless so you take advantage of her and two, mama Sheila makes you hang out with her. You lied and told her that you didn’t want her around cause Mikey and I would make fun of her. What kind of friend is that?"he said.

"I can agree that I ain’t the greatest friend but nobody is perfect. I only said what I said because-”

“August man just cut out all that bullshit, you aren’t no real friend, you don’t care. You just don’t, and It sucks because Timera cares about you that much that she’ll do anything for yo sorry ass. And really its cause you’re the only person she’s been around, she doesn’t know any better"he said and I started to get pissed off.

"If you cared so much then why in the fuck you didn’t just be her friend then huh? You think I asked to be stuck babysitting some dumb bitch all four years? Well no I didn’t! Where the fuck were you when she wanted to kill herself huh? If it wasn’t for me, Her ass would be dead! Hangin from a fuckin noose! If I didn’t care I would’ve let her just kill herself!"I yelled.

"Oh so you think you deserve credit for something you didn’t really want to do?or what you had to do as a so called friend? Just cause you saved her from suicide because your mom made you isn’t a sign of caring. You been fuckin her cousin Marley since freshman year behind her back. Yet, you feel like its a bright thing to feel her head up with lies knowing she’ll believe them. Eventually she’s gonna find out the truth, so its best that you tell her now"he said.

"Or what?"I said.

"I’ll tell her myself"he said and that’s when I pulled out my gun then pointed it towards him. "Go head and kill me, I honestly can give two fucks. But she’ll still find out"he said and I pulled the trigger shooting him right in the chest.

Fuck this nigga.


Hours later…

Even though I’m still in pain from getting beat by my mom, I still managed to get up and walk to Augusts house. He asked me to come over. I’m pretty sure his mom Is asleep by now so in case we start arguing, she won’t wake up. She’s a heavy sleeper, a real heavy one.

As soon as I got to his door, I called his phone but got no answer. I’ve called him multiple times before I got here and he just won’t pick up. Maybe I should’ve stayed home if I knew he was gonna do this. I walked around the side to his window only to see him and Marley having sex.

I quickly dropped down but my mouth was still open from shock. That’s why he wasn’t answering, I kind of had a feeling that she may have been the reason why but I just shrugged it off.

Obviously he knew I was coming over, so he probably wanted me to see this. Well maybe this is his way of telling me how he really feels about me, and everything between us was fake.

Sighing to myself, I got up and walked home. At least I know how he always truly felt about me.

Waited all day for a delivery, it was listed as out for delivery @ 8am this morning. They attempted to deliver it at 4:15pm….45 minutes after we absolutely could not wait anymore. We squeezed every last minute we could of staying home, but had an appointment we couldn’t miss.

Now we have to pick it up, but can’t do that until after 1pm tomorrow for some strange reason. Even though the place it is apparently sitting at is open until 8pm tonight and opens at 8am tomorrow morning.

I guess we must be punished for some strange reason.

Sherlock and Pantomime

We all know that Sherlock is a fairytale at heart. wellthengameover​ and incurablylazydevil​ have expanded on this much better than I could have. What you may not know, however, is that the UK (and also Ireland) takes a very unique approach to fairytales that I think has had a least at little influence on the show.

The pantomime is one of Britain’s most beloved Christmas traditions. From the biggest and gaudiest commercial theatre to the humblest local rep, venues up and down the country stage productions traditional favourites such as Cinderella and Snow White for the length of the festive season. They’re comedic plays with roots in commedia dell’arte and Victorian melodrama, and great fun for wee kids and big kids alike. They have their own collection of tropes, and I think you at least can see some elements of these tropes in the show. In no particular order:

Audience Participation Like Whoa

These suckers have absolutely no fourth wall whatsoever. Characters address the audience directly and the audience answers back. If a character is looking for someone and can’t find them, you have to yell out, “He’s behind you!” When villain shows up you have to boo and hiss enthusiastically. You should also contradict them in an argument, something along the lines of:

Did you miss me?
Oh, no we didn’t.
Oh yes you did.
Oh, no we didn’t.
Oh yes you did.

Save for the abovementioned stinger at the end of HLV, the most obvious example of fourth wall violation in Sherlock is the Empty Hearse Club, where a version of a particular subset of the audience is actually depicted in-story. If anyone out there felt that this scene was a bit back-handed, it’s worth noting that insulting the audience to their faces is also a pretty common panto trope. (Although I think it was loudest-subtext-in-television​ who pointed out that Rae was the first one to guess that Jim was still alive, so at least one member of the club is actually lot more perceptive than we might have first given them credit for.)

Queer Interest

Panto has an entrenched camp sensibility. Everything about it is outlandish, from the sets and the costuming to the actors’ performance. Drag is also an integral part of the show. The dame, usually the hero’s mother or ugly stepsisters if it’s Cinderella, is always played by a male actor in some fantastically OTT wigs and dresses. Traditionally, both the prince and princess are played by women, with the prince in a doublet and hose-type outfit that shows off her legs. (Unfortunately, the current glut of reality-tv prettyboys seems to be killing off this tradition, at least in the big commercial productions.) I can remember going to see Sleeping Beauty when I was about six or seven and being completely riveted when Aurora and Prince Charming sang “I Only Want to Be with You” to one another.

Fun Villains

By far, the best part of any panto is the villain. They are pure, unadulterated ham. Think Empress of the Racnoss or Jeremy Irons in Dungeons and Dragons and you’re on the right track. They let it all hang out and are consequently an absolute blast to watch. Nigel Havers has a great explanation as to why they’re so much fun for actors as well as theatregoers.

“It’s because playing the villain gives you free rein to disregard every rule you ever learned about theatre. You can overact, misbehave and be completely disdainful of the audience. And the nastier you are, the more they love you for it.”

Now, while Jim is a much more layered character than average panto villain, he is undeniably cut from the same cloth. He’s very flashy in his evil doings and oozes presence and charisma. He also doesn’t have a shred of moral ambiguity. In fact, he explicitly positions himself as a “good, old-fashioned villain.” And when a British viewer is asked to think of such a baddie, they are most likely thinking of a panto villain, whether they consciously realise it or not. They’re less likely to imagine someone like Magnussen, who’s bad without being nearly as much fun to have on screen.


There’s always a romance, and there’s always a happy ending. Panto’s all about giving the audience the same old fashioned favourites they’ve enjoyed since they were wee, and making sure they have fun on their way to getting it.


MCM London Expo: X-Men photoshoot

So I had the pleasure of hanging with some of my best friends at Expo the other weekend and we had some awesome photos taken!

(Well aware my version of SW is AOU, but I could hardly do DOFP XD)

I loved being Wanda all weekend and received many compliments on my look and how I acted. (Apparently I have floaty arms down to a tee!)

Wanda - Me
Erik - shockingly-rude
Pietro - eriktheshark
Hank - inevitablepinholeburns
Charles - the-imaginary-being
Photo taken by RaceTheWind


I just thought our week had gone from bad to worse. I drove home and the front end of the car was vibrating like crazy. We have one car so if it goes, we’re grounded.

Husband got home and took a look and joy of joys, it was just that all of the nuts on one tire had come loose! Whoo hoo! That’s a cheap fix. Never mind the tire could have come off as I was driving…

But I’m at that point this week where a cheap brush with possible death and destruction comes as a relief. :D

I saw the poetry professor on my lunch break and it went ok but we somehow ended up on the topic of random hookups and I told him I needed some sort of trust before I could have sex with someone, which is why I don’t like hooking up with strangers. He scoffed at me and started going into some rant about ‘abstractions’ and 'what a person mentally brings to an encounter’ and I just stopped him and said have you ever been raped? And he said no, of course, but then added 'if I had I would self reflect but I wouldn’t change my behavior or start hating all men’ and I saw RED, I put my hands over my ears and started shaking with anger because the last thing I want to fucking hear is how a man who has never been raped thinks a woman who has been raped should act. Maybe I had an immature reaction but I just said 'nope I can’t do this’ and got up and left while he kept shouting 'Wait! Wait!’ Fuck him. Seriously. Fuck him.


OH YASS!!! We did it. I’d like to thank all of y'all (Pardon my country) But for real guys this has been great. I have had this blog for a few months and I never expected to get 50 followers let alone 150! You don’t understand how insanely happy this makes me. I love all of you.

SO lets see I can’t really do a give away, well of anything expensive like merch or all that, but maybe like a muse drawing art thingy and some letters.

I could do that so lets see if we can get this post to 30 notes I will do a give away which will include

First place winners (I will pick two) will get a letter written to them describing why I follow them and they will also get a drawing of their muse. Also a spot on my page someone forever (Ill find out how to do it and it will be done) and probably my Skype because talking to people is fun.(I know some of you already have it so eh, but other people are cool too)  

Second place winner(s) Will get a muse drawing and a letter. (sorry I did not want this to be too lengthy.

Rules for said thing

You must be following this blog (standard rules since this is a follower appreciation thing)

You must reblog likes WILL NOT count

You can reblog as much as you want

:Optional: Send me a message telling me why you followed me and if you like my muse portrayal/content.

And that’s basically it

*boop*               Love you all ~Jakob

“Come on Cinderella.”

Daryl Dixon Fanfiction Series 7


I growled and pulled on the cuffs. I screamed as loud as I could.

“Daryl!” I yelled and lifted me, and the chair up onto my feet. I couldn’t even process the thought of what happened, or how we were captured. My wrists already beginning to bleed from rubbing them so hard.

“Fuck.” Is all I could say. Daryl could be dead, or hurt and I would have no idea.

“Daryl!” I screamed trying to walk over to the door. I had to fight somehow.

Daryl’s POV

My eyes opened slowly, I felt pressure above my brow, and dry blood on my stache. Light was shinning on my face, and my arms were above my head… Chained.

Getting a hold of them I tugged.

“Hey!” I muffled into ducktape.

A man was sitting across from me at a table.

“Hello Daryl.” He said with a nod. I growled and tugged on the chain.

“Oh stop that, she is safe and sound, right next door.”

“Daryl!” I finally heard. Thank the dear lord she was safe.

“Let’s cut to the chase shall we, we let you go if you tell me where your group is.” The man said with a smile. I looked at the walls then back at him.

“You both.” He smiled. I could smell his bullshit as if there was a cow in the room. I tugged hard against the chain.

“I see you both are not budging.” He came up from his pretty set up table and stood in front of me.

“How about I go take care of your girlfriend?” Huh? Will that make your filthy mouth speak?“ He said in a hushed tone. The thought of him hurting (y/n) only made me sicker. Before I could even try to speak , or move. His fist went into my stomach. I grunted and hung a little over. I think (y/n) began hearing the skin against skin and started screaming.

"Daryl!” She screamed and to my ear, sounded like she ran herself into the wall.

“Daryl!” Came with another loud bang. The governed threw one more punch against my stomach then stood back.

“Guess she really wants to see if your okay, I think I’ll go tell her.” He said at a hiss. I yelled against my ducktape.

“Please, not her.” Is all I thought as I watched him walk away. I kept listening for her screams.

“Daryl!” She screamed one last time before I heard her scream from pain, then a hard thud against ground. I forced myself not to cry, my rage only became more and more red.

The governed walked back in with bloody knuckles.

“Pretty tough girl, you got Mr.Daryl. It took me two punches to put her out.” He laughed wiping the blood on a handkerchief. I thrashed against my chains at this point. How dare he hurt her.

“Well this my time to leave.” He took a corner of the ducktape, and ripped.

“Welcome to Woodbury.” He said and smiled as he left.


Readers POV


My eyelids forced themselves open. My stomach felt like it was in knots, and my head pounded. My whole body aches as I straightened my spine.

“Good mornin. ” I heard the same man speak. With a heaving sigh I opened my eyes. He smiled at me, sitting at the same table with the same bright damn lamp.

“Where is he?” I winced out looking up at my chained hands. They must have moved me while I was knocked out. My body felt oddly limp.

“Oh just hanging around.” The man said with a chuckle. I opened my eyes with a glare at him.

“We had a lovely discussion, me and Mr. Daryl.” He replied to my silence.

“He’s alive.” I mumbled with a relieving breath.

“Yes he is, and I would let you see him if you told me where your group is.”

I thought about telling him, truthfully I did, but instead I tried to lie.

“What group, it’s just him and me, and another couple.”

The man stared at me for a second. I stared into those brown eyes with a slight snarl.

“I see.” He said with a blank tone, and expression. With one shift of his chair he was standing before me. My grip on the metal chain tightened feeling his hot breath on my face. I could tell his eyes were searching for a crack in movement, searching for my lie. I stood as convinceful as I could without feeling faint.

We stood this way for what feels like a hour, but it was truthfully five minutes.

“I will go ask Daryl then, you seem to be either telling the truth, or you are very good liar.” He said with a devilish grin. I felt his rough man hand slide along my cheek.

I moved my face away from his hand causing him to chuckle. He walked away swiftly and out the door. I didn’t even know if Daryl was alive, he was either telling the truth, or he was a really good liar.

Daryl’s POV

I screamed against the fresh duck tape. I missed my girl, I wanted to see her. I remembered hearing her scream when they busted through the back door. Them taking her down with the back end of that pistol. I truthfully thought she died, watching her limp body hit ground, brought me back to when I was young. I couldn’t even call her name before they were on top of me punching my jaw.

“Bring them.”  Is all I heard before the Mexicans last blow.

Now we are here, in this dirt hell, with a wall in between us. I can’t protect her, I can’t fight against these chains, I’m not strong enough.

“So just you two and another couple huh?” Said a voice. I didn’t care anymore, I just shook my head still glaring at the ground. I bet she told him this to protect us, it’s whatever.

“I see. Well they are probably dead now, you can stay in woodberry.”  I gave him a surprised look. I don’t know what (Y/n) said but she must have been a good liar.

Another guy came in and uncuffed my hands.

“Now your girlfriend will need to take some time at the the infirmary… Just to be safe.”  He said as he walked out.

“I wanna see her.” I commanded taking a step forward.  The man turned and nodded.

“Right through that door.” He pointed to a door in the room. I ran and swung it open.

There she was, cuffed. Bruised. Almost naked. Completely helpless. I felt my eyes water, I couldn’t hold it anymore. The one who was so strong was suddenly so weak to me.

I came closer making her jump. Her right eye was bruised and purple, also with dry blood coming from her hairline.

“Its me.” I said holding my hands up. She shook gripping onto the chains above her head. It took her eyes a few minutes to adjust to me, she reminded me of a rabbit. When I would hunt them , they always knew there was something there, then they would freeze.

“It’s me sweetheart.” I repeated. She trembled and began to cry. I finally ran up to her and embraced her.

“Daryl.” She whispered in my ear while she wept in my shoulder.  My arms were around her tiny torso, she winced with every movement I made.

“Whats going on? How did you get out?” She mumbled pulling her head back from our hug.

“Your lie worked-”

“So it was a lie.” I heard behind our backs. I felt arms on my shoulders then I was on the ground and handcuffed. I couldn’t fight back, one reason because it happened too fast, and two because the main boss man hand a gun on my (y/n).

“fuck.” I spat out as they lifted on my feet.

“Daryl, don’t tell them anything!” She screamed. I was pulled out of the room and down hallways and into separate rooms. Then I was tied around a chair and left in what seemed to be a old bedroom. The man just stared at me, with that smirk of how little I fought.

“Let her go.” I commanded.

“She said the same about you, strange.” He said while he opened the door and left. I hated how I couldn’t do anything, one wrong turn of either of us, and the other is dead.

“(Y/n)!” I yelled seeing if she could possibly hear me. And just like that there was no response, just dust particles floating around me.

“Fuck.” I whispered trying to move against my cuffs.

Readers POV

I screamed using my last bit of energy. My Daryl was pulled away and I was restricted.

“Daryl!” I tried to yell but it felt like a whisper. I felt emptier than this room.

“Well here is this little lady my brother been smoozing around with.”  I heard the door open.

My head went up with a growl. “Go away.”

“Oh no need to get feisty now little tits.” He joked closing the door.

My fists tightened against my chain as his muggy grin came close to my face. I spat at him causing him to move back.

“Why are you keeping him here then if he is your so called brother.” I growled pulling against my restraints.

“What do you think I’m planning to do? Come here to ask for a cup of sugar?”  He chuckled biting his bottom lip.

I stared at him not finding an answer good enough for his cynical response. All I truthfully wanted to do was spit in his eye again.

“But here’s the problem here sweet cheeks,” he said cocking his head toward my rear end, “I can’t get both of you out. And since you’re a little weakling, I bet they wouldn’t believe me if I said you got out.” He chuckled at calling me a weakling. I looked up at my cuffs then back at him.

“I don’t care about me, just get him out. Safe.” I commanded pressing against the wall behind me. The man nodded.

“Who are ya, sweet thang? Let me hear that pretty name.” He said feeling my jaw line.

“(Y/n).” You mumble moving your head sideways.

“Alright kitten, you got any words you want to tell my idiot of kin.” He chuckled.

“Just tell him I’ll find someway to be with him again.”  I whisper almost starting to get emotional.

“Okay kitten, I’ll try not to get as mushy as you.” He laughed.

“Oh and sweet cheeks, in case ya wonderin, I’m Meryl.”  I truthfully didn’t care about his name, I only cared if he got Daryl out safe and sound.

Daryl’s POV

The governor walked in a short time after I was placed in the room. He shook his head walking to me, and with one hand he leaned me back in my chair.

“I see your little girlfriend likes to lie.” He smelled of liquor, and he hasn’t brushed or attempted to brush his teeth months. I gained all the spit in my mouth and spat at him. He stumbled back letting my chair fall back.

“Oof!!” Is the only sound I made when I hit ground. I heard him wipe his face repeatedly.

“Hey governor, your woman said she would like to speak to you.” I heard a seperate voice.

“Can it wait?”

“Naw she is all bitchy and shit.” I recognized the voice by then. My brother. I tried to scramble to my feet but the chair wouldn’t budge.

“Alright, then can you please help our guest get more comfortable.” The governor said.

I saw Meryl when he leaned over to grab the back of my chair and lift me up single handed.

“So it is true, baby brother, you finally got in the sack.” He chuckled. Why was I surprised that his first words to me in a year is something about sex. His arm was now metal with a knife attached.

“Yea I guess I did.” I mumble trying not to brag, at least not in this situation.

He made the ‘hmph’ noise before saying “time to get your stupid ass out of here.” He said taking keys out of his pockets.

“Meryl, no get (y/n)!” I tried not to yell but in instinct I got loud.

“Oh I already talked to your kitten, she said 'I’ll find someway to see you again’ so let’s see if the bitch can keep her word.

"Don’t call her that.” I growled as he uncuffed me. He rolled his eyes and sighed as usual.

“You better get her out.”  I said with a sneer.  Meryl got close to my face and growled,

“Maybe you should get that fancy group and come save her instead of making me do your dirty work.”

I looked away from him rolling my eyes now. I hated how we were standing here arguing about (y/n).  Meryl walked me to the door and let me open it.

“We can get out if you shut up.” He whispered starting to walk out, with me treading his heals. The only weapon i had was my fists, and my want for (Y/n) to stay alive. I tried not to think about what they would do to her, beat her, touch her, or worse even kill her. I had to hurry , gather everyone, especially Michonne with that samuri sword of hers. Meryl kept making bends and sharp crosses, this place was a maze.

“Meryl, how much further?” I whispered up to him.

“Why ya little princess feet hurting?” He whispered back to me. I just rolled my eyes. Soon we were in a back lot, with high building covered in rust. To finally see the sun felt like heaven, but it was still hell without her next to me.

“Comeon Cinderella, we still got long ways to go.” He said starting to trot towards the woods. I followed taking one look back at where my lover was. I hated leaving her and I hated admitting it to myself but, Meryl was right. If he got both of us out we would have been focused on each other, I can admit I wouldn’t stop kissing those perfect pink lips. I ran after my brother trying to focus on my foot and keeping his pace. I felt a ache in my chest from leaving her, it almost made it hard to breath.

“Meryl stop.” I said starting to lose breath, and him. He stopped and turned around to see me hovered over and gasping for breath.

“What’s wron Cinderella?” He joked starting to laugh.

“Kitten must really have your balls, cause you can barely keep up with me.” He laughed more at me.

“At least I can keep a girl.” I spat out starting to walk. Meryl rolled his eyes,

“At least I ain’t afraid to stick it in.” He mumbled making me clench my fist.

We walked and ran off and on, soon we reached the prison. Carol and Glenn were on gate duty and instantly saw us.

“Hey!” Glenn yelled at the prison. I couldn’t help but smile at my friends. Rick soon came and opened the gate and hugged me. The group instantly shunned Meryl. I even saw that idiot Tyler, he still had a bruise from where my (Y/n) pistol whipped that bastards forehead.

“(Y/n) is back at that place, we need to go get her.” I commanded staring at Ricks eyes. He looked at the rest of the group, i felt lonely standing there, nobody was budging to come help me. Beth looked around,

“She has been apart of this group for a while now, and she has helped cleared this place. Why isn’t anyone going to help her?”  She pleaded walking behind me, then Maggie and Glenn followed.

“Fine, can we leave tomorrow morning.” Rick asked.

I looked up in the sky, It was probably late afternoon.

“She can’t survive another night.” I mutter looking at Meryl.

“But she has too.” He replied patting my back and then walking next to Tyler. I already say friendship in the two bastards. I glared at Rick,

“First ray of sunshine, we leavin.” I said walking close to him then pushing his shoulder with mine. I was pissed off at my group, at how little they wanted to leave for her. Maggie came up to me. Her eyes were soft with sorrow,

“She will be fine Daryl.” She croaked out. I heard the crack of disbelief in her voice. I nodded and patted her shoulder, then Glenn’s.

It hurt, being separated. I walked to my cell and started cleaning my bow. Rick came by after I skipped dinner. I wasn’t hungry, how could I be when I knew my (Y/n) was starving.

“Daryl.” I heard him say from the door of my cell.

“What.” I said with a glare.

“You have to under-”

“Understand what? How you had the single thought of letting her rot in that place. She is staying there so I can come and bring more people, more help. An you can’t bother to go help her! You should be ashamed of yourself!” I yelled at him getting in his face. I was starting to see red I was so pissed. Rocks hands came up showing he wasn’t a threat, then walked away. I returned to my cell and looked at her guitar. I wish I asked her to play it more, and I will make sure to when she gets back.  I heard footsteps come past my cell so i whispered loudly,

Then there was Tyler, his fat head looking in on me.

“What?”  He whispered back.

“What was she like?” I asked.

“(Y/n)… I couldn’t tell you, our relationship was barely anything. She captured my heart then avoided me like the plague man, thats when she caught me cheating….” He trailed off looking around. “She would shoot me for telling you but,”

I stood at this point.

“Her uncle wasn’t too good to her okay. He had PTSD , and he put her through the same simulations he did, but harsher cause he was was a sexist pig. She was almost arrested for beating a guy up, he was just going to pick up something she dropped. She snapped and beat the shit out of him…” He trailed off again. I didn’t know what to think, she seemed so innocent.

“Don’t let her know I told you okay.”

I nodded. I sat down as he left, I was shocked, I finally knew who my (Y/n) was.

Readers POV

I have never woken up so happy to see flames. Fire surrounded me, then my hearing came back to me and it was atomic bomb of screams, and uproar. My eyes adjusting I noticed I was in a ring of fire, and people cheering. I became alert, what was going on?

“Welcome Woodbery” A mexican man yelled walking close to me.

“Ready to fight, newbie.” He said staring me down. I looked in front of me to see a man about my height  but the body built like a ox.

‘Fuck’ Is all I could think. I was going to have to fight for my life. I thought of Daryl and how much I wish I could have seen him before Meryl taken him, but I know that would have made this time worse. I felt like I was alone in this ring, me and my opponent.

Could this get any worse?