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Snuggle - Jughead Jones

REQUEST: Hey I was wondering if you could do a a Jughead fluff where the readers almost always cold & wears his black hoody & well it fits his 6'1 frame well it basically a blanket on her 5'6 self, basically she wears his hoody that fits him fine but it’s really big on her and it’s just fluffy & funny & Veronica & Kevin totally ship it😂

Sorry for taking so long :3 Hope you like it! I thought it started off okay but then i kind of ruined it, i apologise, i’m not very good at writing ehueuheueh

Warnings: fluffy fluff fluff / dead inside reader (one swear word :3)

Words: 2,152

“So I told her, that what she did was crossing the line,” Veronica’s story was reaching its climax, and Kevin was enjoying every second of it.

“Fair enough,” He interrupted, expression eager, waiting to hear what happened next. 

However, before Veronica could continue, you entered the student lounge, nonchalantly slurping a takeaway Pop’s strawberry milkshake. Your bag was slung carelessly over your shoulder and your unkempt hair was lazily tied up in a messy bun, which flopped around on top of your head. You’d skipped makeup, and your eyes were surrounded by dark circles. You wore your usual converse and ripped jeans, along with a white crop top. This had been a bad choice, as it was nearly the middle of December, so you were absolutely freezing. You’d been so tired from revising for exams, that you hadn’t even bothered to check what you were wearing that morning.

You stood around the back of the couch Kevin sat on, before flopping face down and flipping your body over so you were lying on the loveseat, legs on Kevin’s lap and face buried in an assortment of cushions.

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I feel like I need to say something right now, if only because it’s more productive than lying in bed crying and feeling helpless.

Before I begin, I should mention in advance that, due in part to having ADHD, I have genuine difficulty putting my thoughts together in a concise manner, which can lead to very long posts.  I understand if that puts anyone off from reading further, as I’m not even sure I know how to express what I’m feeling right now.

As a person, I was raised to be open-minded.  I’ve never known any other way to be.  I come from a highly LGBT-positive (bisexuality runs on my mother’s side of the family, and my godfather is gay), Democratic family that allowed me to express myself however I wanted, and consume whatever media I wanted (I’ve been watching horror films since I was a toddler, and I’ve been allowed to have facial piercings since age 16, and wear whatever I chose).  My immediate family is comprised of people that have known abuse, and overcome it (rape, CSA, alcoholism).  We have also been familiar with poverty.  The state we live in–where I’ve spent my entire life–had never gone red until this past election.

Having been born in 1983, I was alive through most of the presidency of one of the absolute worst leaders to ever take office: Ronald Reagan.  I lived through both Bush administrations.  I remember the “Satanism Scare”, the original backlash against violent video games, and 90′s “political correctness”.  The AIDS epidemic had barely begun.  PSAs aimed at children did their damndest to try to reverse the fact that drug use had become “fashionable” in the 80′s, and they practically beat us over the head with them during every commercial break while watching our Saturday morning cartoons.  I have seen a lot of bullshit (meaning that I have a lot to compare our current situation to), and always–always–I thought it was from the “bad” guys.  The “other” people, with the “wrong” values.

In less than five years, I’ve come to see that bullshit doesn’t only come from one “side”.  I’ve become disenchanted with the groups I had placed my faith and trust in for most of my life.  I’ve found myself disappointed and irritated with many actions done in the name of the things I believe in.  I feel as though we’ve reached critical mass, and that the people I thought were on my side–the “good guys”–bear more responsibility for it than any of them will ever admit.

Can I just ask when the FUCK so many of us on the left turned into the equivalent of yesterday’s paranoid WASP soccer moms and religious zealots?  When did we become the racists, sexists, and bigots, pretending those labels don’t apply to us just because they’re aimed at “the other” demographics?  And when I say “us” on the left, I’m really not so sure I even want to be here anymore, because it’s become a shamefully toxic and manipulative environment where people actually try to justify threats of death and violence over inane, pointless things that mean fuck all to the world at large.  I sure as hell don’t want to be a “right-winger” (because, remember–I was taught those were the “bad guys”), so where does that leave people like me?  In the mindset of “You’re either with us, or against us”, being fair and objective isn’t allowed.

When Trump became president, our news media and college campuses became rife with cries of “fascism”.  Where?  An overcooked yam in a suit that’s (rightfully) been the center of derision and mockery since he became involved in the election?  THAT’S what’s threatening you??  I’m sorry, have you never read about the shit Reagan pulled?  If you want to know what legitimate fascism is, go talk to someone that lived through Ferdinand Marcos’ rule in the Philippines.

Let’s establish something here: Those neo-Nazis were always here, BUT they had been shamed into hiding.  Suddenly, people were throwing the terms “Nazi” and “fascism” around, and these people started feeling more comfortable.  Those on the left started advocating for violence to combat mere differences of opinion, and white supremacists felt even more comfortable, because they were being shown that their methods were now socially acceptable.

People on the LEFT created the ideal environment for these people to crawl out of the woodwork, and feel like their belief system is validated and justified.  People on the LEFT spouted needless hatred, and gave these political cretins something to point to and say, “See?  We were right all along!”.  People on the LEFT willingly handed them the kind of antisocial behavior they’ve been dreaming of.  

We’re now all experiencing the consequences.  If the Democratic Party had given Bernie Sanders the nomination, he would have steamrolled the election, and you all know it.  Then where would the “fascism” be?  Still hiding.  Cowering.  Not a single soul would be throwing that word around right now.  And no one’s willing to admit that maybe–just maybe–the Democratic candidate we were given could have been the problem.  We’ve created an environment where criticism is not allowed against certain people, which makes it so much easier for our trust to be abused.

And it is being abused.  We are approaching legitimate fascism, and it’s coming from the complete opposite end of the political spectrum.  This is where the careless throwing around of serious terms comes into play, as even the slightest criticism is enough to have a person labeled “alt-right”, or even “a Nazi”.  All this does is make actual neo-Nazis and white supremacists believe they have more company and support than they actually do.  If you’re not ashamed and embarrassed as hell about all of this, then, well…you’re probably not the type that’s even read this far in the first place.

I don’t know what else I can say that I haven’t said in pieces before.  All I can say is that I’ve lost faith in a lot of people.  Nearly ALL people.  And for someone that used to be very cheerful and social, I feel as though a part of me has been taken away.  Many of us are forced to be distrustful, even when we’ve nothing to hide.  When the bar for what is deemed “socially unacceptable” keeps being lowered, how long before it reaches you?  And when will the limit end on what we consider “hate speech”?  When you turn valid criticism against needless violence into “hate speech”, how long before it reaches those “vent posts” and “critical” blogs?  Because I’ve legit seen someone use the term “hate crime” because someone else didn’t ship the same two fictional video game characters together, and if you think those things are comparable, you are completely proving my point.


Ooooooo, mama! I love me some dragons! Imma stick with the traditional Japanese ones, because those are canonical to the universe. ( ´ ▽ ` )ノ

(Please excuse the silly names the Shimada dragons were given. I don’t know any Japanese (RIP).)


“The air is shifting.”

Hanzo opened his eyes slowly, his meditation could wait.

“What do you mean, Sui Riu.” He spoke calmly as the beast met his eyes.

“The winds have changed. Listen.” It circled him slowly, moving as if constantly suspended in water.

“Yes, I hear it too.” The darker of the two dragons agreed. The man shifted in his seat, straining his ears to hear whatever change they were referring to.

“Hmm. What do you propose we do, Aoi?” Asked Sui Riu, beginning to unravel itself from Hanzo and around its companion.

Hanzo crosses his arms, still concentrating on the breeze, and lets then have their conversation separately. Something did seem slightly off, he just couldn’t put his finger on it, and after a minute longer of observation, he deduces that the change must be spiritual; something he was much less in-tune with than his dragons.

“Master,” Aoi began, “we think it best to go now.” Hanzo pauses, realizing that he had not been listening to them at all. Any decision they had made had completely flown over his head.

He pauses awkwardly, thinking of how to respond properly. “Yes. That is fine.” He stands, dusting off his knees a bit. “Lead the way.”


It was so nice to finally get some sun!

You stretch, before curling around yourself and resting your head on your tail. Overwatch truly was a blessing: taking someone like you in with a promise to keep you safe, happy and healthy.

You smile and lull your head side to side. “No more crowed forests for me!” Your eyes close, and you sigh, letting yourself relax for once.

That is until distant mumbling made it’s way to your ears.

There was a man, followed by……two other dragons!!? You’re eyes grow wide as you study them. Geez, they’re absolutely beautiful (and kinda tiny in comparison to you). You’re eyes wonder back to the man, who was speaking.

“I..I’m sorry. I didn’t catch that.”

“I apologize.” He bows politely. “My name is Shimada Hanzo.”

You nod your head in response. You pause, contemplating your next move. Deciding it’s best to level with this guy, you allow yourself to swiftly change back into a human.

You reach out a hand, introducing yourself, but he takes a moment to comprehend what had happened. His face pales a fraction and he refuses to meet your eyes; making you wonder if there was a problem with your appearance.

You glance down at your chest, making sure that you remembered to actually cloth yourself this time (and to your relief you had). His cough brings your attention back to him.

“Oh, uh.” You rub your hands together. “May I ask who you two are as well?” You start, praying that that didn’t come out too awkward.

“I am Aoi,” one begins, weaving itself out from behind Hanzo, “and this is Sui Riu.”

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you.” You offer a smile, and watch as they approach, inspecting you.

“I was not aware you could see them.” Hanzo started, voice even. “Most cannot.”

“I assume by that you mean most humans.” You shove your hand into your pocket and use the other to gesture yourself. “As of right now I’m only physically human.”

He nods, feeling as though he might of offended you in some way.

“Well, you seem to be a very appealing human.” Sui Riu said, circling your form.

“And dragon as well.” Aoi added, joining Sui Riu.

“Oh, uh, thank you.” You blush.

“Perhaps you would like to join us later to converse?” The former asked. To which you eagerly agreed, letting them set a time and place to meet.

He didn’t really think of himself as the best welcoming committee. However, it just so happened that the newbie asked to be greeted by him specifically. Nothing about your name rang any bells, and he couldn’t possibly think of many people who would want to be guided by him.

The first thing he heard when the ship had opened it’s doors was a loud gasp. His eyes followed the sound to a slowly approaching figure, eyes wide and mouth covered.

“It-it’s true!” You exclaim, glancing at him, then to his side, then back to him. “The man who is guided by dragon!”

You reach to his side, and he sees a green head meet your hand.

“So you can see Tatsu as well?” He watches you gently stroke it, placing his hand on it’s back to pet it as well.

“Yeah, I never thought I’d really get to see another one!” You grin at him, then pull your eyes back to Tatsu (who was loving all the attention).

“Ah, so you have seen another.”

“Well, I guess you could say that.” Letting out an awkward chuckle, you raise your hand off of it and cross your arms. “You didn’t get the memo, huh?”

“I suppose not.” His dragon begins to slowly drift back to him, not wanting the petting to stop. Genji makes a motion like he’s beginning to speak, but you swiftly cut him off.

“Umm, so, Tatsu. Can you speak too?” You unfold your arms and wave them frantically, “No! Wait! That was super rude! I’m sorry!”

“No, it is fine.” Genji chuckles gently. He runs his hand down it’s back. “They are mute.” He motions at you. “The other one could speak?”

“Uh, well, yes.” You clear your throat. “You see….. I’m…… the other one.” You shift your weight, gazing at your feet.

“I see!” Genji inspects you, with what could only be described as subdued glee. “May I ask how?”

“Well, yeah.” You pause and steady your nerves. “I can sorta turn in to one. Sometimes. I’m not very good at it yet.”

He clasps his hands together, not hiding his excitement well. “Can I see?”

You nod, tell him to stand back, and shut your eyes tightly. The tingling in your arms growing strong before your muscles begin to shift. Letting your eyes open, you see that your arms were the only things you could will to change, and you scrunch your face in frustration.

“Incredible!” Genji cheers from intront of you. He steps closer and hovers his hands over your arms. “May I?”

“Uhh, sure.” He gently takes them, turning and poking them to ease his curiosity. The other dragon watches over the both of you, contently; then decides that the two of you needed to be circled.

“Haha! Looks like Tatsu likes you!” He boasts, removing his hands from you, and onto the serpent-like creature.

You chuckle and look down at your arms. “I gotta say, meeting you two has made me feel so much better.” You look up into his visor. “I should probably change them back now.”

He hums in agreement, picks up Tatsu by its midsection, and allows you some space.

You focus your energy into your arms, letting the shifting sensation sweep over you. Once it settled you peer down and notice a problem with your hands. Claws.

“Wait. I, hmmm, give me a second.”

“Yo, Genji! I was wonderin’ if…..” A voice echoed in from behind him. It sounded familiar, for some reason.

Oh, god. That was that famous D.J. wasn’t it?

He coughs, awkwardly. “I was wonderin’ if I could borrow you for a sec?”

“Yes, I will be with you soon.” He bows to you in apology. “I will be back as quickly as I can.”

He jogs off, leaving you, claws and all, equally relieved and embarrassed.

He was never a fan of going down to the prisoner holding; or as Sombra liked to call it, “the Dungeon.” But, alas, there was a certain someone with needed information, who also happened to be a prisoner.

When all was said and done, it was easy to make them talk, and he was out of their room at in no time at all. An outcome that pleased him slightly.

His feet echo heavily as he makes his way down the long hallway out, letting him relish in the quiet.

“Hello?” He stops. Was someone talking to him? “Hey, uh, any chance I could get some water?”

“Not my job. Wait till diner.”

“C'mon, please? It’s been hours.”

“Again, not my job.” He begins to move again, but is stopped by the sound of intense scraping. He thought all prisoners were suppose to be stripped of all of their belongings; how did this one manage to sneak in something sharp? “You have a knife? They’re gonna have a field day with you when they find out, grunt.”

“I-I don’t have a knife!”

“Sure sounds like you do.” He states, voice taunting. The scraping continues, urgently, than becomes more muffled, and he decides if he should see for himself if they had something they shouldn’t, or to just leave.

Curiosity gets the best of him as he unlocks the door leading to your cell. The room is dim, as most are, but overwhelmingly dry. The shadows shift against the wall, and he knows better than to think that it was just his imagination.

“Come out.” He nearly demands, watching you nervously scuttle forth, almost twice his size. “What the hell?”

“Hey! It gets hard to control when I’m really hungry or thirsty….” You trail off, feeling small compared to the intimidating man before you.

He crosses his arms and stares at you a moment longer. “I’m guessing by that you mean, changing?”

“Mmhmm. But, I thought you guy knew that already.” You turn your head away from him bitterly. “I would’ve thought you knew everything about me by now.”

“Well, apparently, Talon isn’t to found of the idea of spreading the fact that they have a dragon in their dungeon.”

Your eyes sweep back to him. “You mean you didn’t know? You look kinda important.”

“Honestly, won’t have cared enough to remember if I was told.”

“That’s a bit rude.”

“I’m a member of a terrorist organization. We don’t tend to considerate.”

“Touché.” You curl yourself on to your bed and sigh. “If you’re not gonna get me some water, you can leave. I’m sure you have other, more important things to do.”

“I do. But they aren’t nearly as interesting.” He leans against the wall. “I’m curious, how exactly were they able to catch a dragon.”

“Why would you care?” You put dryly, no longer facing him.

“Humor me.”

You shift in your bed, trying to find the right words. “They didn’t FIND a dragon.” You exhale loudly through your nose in discontent. “They made one.”

You both sit in silence as he takes in your words. He pushes himself off the wall and leaves, not saying a another word.


“Wow, even your wallet is edgy.” Sombra snorts, eyeballing the black leather wallet, with a metal skull emblem and chain.

“I told you to stop calling me that.” He growls and she raises her hands in mock defense.

“Why are you buying that many water bottles anyway?”

“That’s none of your business, Sombra.” He pulls the last of the five he bought into his arms, and turns to leave.

“Aww, I was hoping to watch you chug those all at once!”

“Too bad.”

anonymous asked:

Yes, Dee, you really should be working. Bet your horses and their owners miss you when you spend all day on here. Why don't you be a regular fan & stop spreading lies & conspiracy theories about Sam & Cait. Wonder what the uni would think of Professor McD's wife being such an obsessed out of touch with reality fanatic. And it would really be embarrassing for K to know that her mother is considered an Outlander tinhatter. Light shipping with no conspiracy theories spread is the way to go, Dee.

Awww, anon, am I spending too much time on Tumblr for your tastes? Debunking too many of your sacred, but not very well supported opinions? Sorry about that- but what I choose to do with the publicly available information that is available to me is my prerogative, as also is how I spend my free time. That’s the time when I am not working. My tag line is a bit of humour, anon, not to be taken seriously. All the work gets done and then some, anon, never worry about that!
And speaking of publicly available information, I see that you have also availed yourself of some and done some poking about as to me and my family. No problem as far as I am concerned, or my family either. It is, after all, publicly available information and you are quite welcome to it. But you leave me at something of a social disadvantage, anon, in that you presume to address me on a first name basis- but, as you have chosen to remain anonymous-I don’t yet have your name to reciprocate properly with our first name basis communications. Oh, well, I suppose there is nothing for it but to just go on addressing you as “anon” until you see fit to introduce yourself.
But I suppose I should now get down to answering your questions. Since you have troubled yourself to learn so much about me it’s the least I can do to reciprocate your interest!

First, my clients are all quite aware of my blog, and of its direction. In fact we often laugh about the absurdities of social media, and the proclivities of certain of its users to take it upon themselves to tell others how they should think. ( that’s a polite way to say “NSTer, anon)

And then there is my husband, who as you point out, anon, is indeed a professor. He was a little miffed to learn about your interest in him, anon, but only because your research seems to have failed to turn up, and refer to him by, his actual job title. He is actually a Distinguished Professor- which means he holds an endowed chair, anon, which means he is a very important part of his department, he teaches the advanced courses, sits on important committees, oh, and he also has tenure. Which means that it doesn’t really matter to him, or to his uni, what sort of things his wife might choose to do with her spare time. Even if that thing is to be an “obsessed out of touch with reality fanatic” lol! He is also well aware of my blog, and it’s content. In fact we both get a really good laugh together most mornings when he shares with me the latest political news a la Trump and friends, and I fill him in on the latest fandom happenings (that’s also a polite way to say “NSTer happenings, anon)

And then there is my lovely daughter, anon. I am so glad you didn’t leave her out of this as I am always happy to talk about her- that’s what parents love to do! She’s also well aware of my blog, and it’s content as well, anon. In fact she was the one who got me started in Tumblr. She ran a fandom blog in another fandom for several years and is also well aware of ships and shipping- and how the term "tinhatter” is applied to any ship that an individual disagrees with (which is a polite way of saying “NSTer”, anon)

So now that the pleasantries are sorted, anon, let’s get down to your real reason for writing. The conspiracy thing. You advocate “light shipping” for me, but there is no such thing. Not in the dictionary, not in the Urban Dictionary, and not even on Google. It doesn’t exist as a word, or a concept. It is only a “thing” in the minds of certain bloggers. The truth is, anon, you either ship it or you don’t. No heavy or light to it.
And as to any “conspiracies” that is also a thing that comes with the territory in this fandom. The position of both sides requires there to be a “conspiracy” for their position to exist. The Sam Cait ship requires the “official” narrative of Sam and other girls to be a put on. And the Samzie ship requires the whole of the matter between Sam and Cait, as displayed by them their own selves, to be a put on. Either way someone is doing a put on, anon, it’s just a difference of opinion as to who.

When I add it up I get sam and Cait, as do my family and friends. Others get a different answer. So be it. Live and let live, and it is all public information after all. It’s not illegal, or even immoral to form opinions about it. Or to print those opinions or discussions.

And that brings me to your last point, anon. The implication that I am putting my family at risk by looking at publicly available information, and printing my opinions about it. Or that I am doing something wrong that I, or they, would not want known about.
It’s obvious that is not the case. If I was doing wrong, and if you were actually someone with the power to do something about that, then we would be having this communication via letterhead, and not via an anonymous submission to my Tumblr blog.

And maybe you should ask yourself what it is that you are really saying when you resort to threats to try to silence the words what you claim to be nothing more than an “obsessed, out of touch with reality fanatic”. If I was truly just a “tinhatter” shouldn’t it be easy to simply ignore me the same way that everyone ignores the homeless guy who stands on the busy intersection preaching loudly, every day, about the end of he world which according to him is directly upon us?
Instead you take the time out of your life to research my family and compose implicit threats- and no one likes to waste time. That tells me that my words are not meaningless. That tells me that my words are believable- and that they are believable enough to cause a threat to your worldview. And that you had no facts at hand, or even a good argument to make to refute them. No reason to need me silenced otherwise that I can see. There really isn’t a higher compliment

So thanks, anon, for taking the time out of your day so send me such a gracious compliment. My family and I send you our regards. Sorry we can’t thank you personally at this time since you are still anonymous, but perhaps in time you will feel comfortable introducing yourself. Or maybe not, since your choice to remain anonymous rather confirms the view that revealing your true identity would also be a reveal that you are in fact nobody whose opinion actually matters- or you would be using your real name and revealing that your opinion DOES matter after all. But this all is making even my eyes roll, anon, so take care of yourself, anon, whoever you are!
Until then- Cheers!

Consider: A situation that will probably Not Happen, but I wanted to write anyway
  • ~Lance gets captured by Lotor and his Generals, and is tied up on their ship.~
  • Lotor: "...are you staring at me, Blue Paladin?"
  • Lance: "Oh, uh, sorry. It's just...okay I know you're our enemy and I'm supposed to hate you but your hair is just super nice? Please tell me what products you use on it.
  • Lotor: ASDFGHJKL---you, uh, I mean, that's not---Narti stop laughing!
  • Narti: *continues laughing*
  • Lotor: "..."
  • Lotor: "You...really like my hair?"
  • Lance: "Yeah, man! It's so silky and with how much fighting you must do I'm impressed with how well-maintained it is. I'm jealous."
  • Lotor, now blushing: "I do try to keep it tied back or under a helmet during battles. It...comes from my Altean side, so it's often looked down upon. Even a Prince cannot seem to escape the hatred Full-Bloods have for Halfings and Partial-Bloods. I am not often complimented on it...thank you, um..."
  • Lance: "The name's Lance, handsome." *winks*
  • Lotor: *internal screaming, full face blush parallel to Lance's blush when he first saw Allura*
  • Lotor's Generals: *laughing their asses off bc their boss is WEAK*
  • Lotor: "Well, Lance...listen, I'm sorry about how this all happened. Neither of us chose to be where or how we are now and I know I'm pretty messed up, but would you mind...coming at this with a blank slate, so to speak? Where we are not Galran Prince and Voltron Paladin, but simply two people with a shared appreciation for beauty and cosmetics? Because I will gladly tell you my hair secrets if you tell me your skincare routine. It's so smooth and clear!"
  • Lance: "Sure thing! We can make a spa day out of it."
  • Lotor: "Holy quiznak I love you, Zethrid untie him, Acxa cancel my anti-Voltron agenda, Ezor send a message to my parents saying I quit and have joined the Blue Paladin. Narti stop laughing I swear to Space God I will post embarrassing pictures of you and Kovu on SpaceBook."
  • ~Meanwhile, Team Voltron, watching the whole thing via Pidge's hacking I guess idk~
  • Allura: "Did Lance's flirting just save the Universe."
  • Hunk: "The one this Zarkon didn't account for - The Gays (tm)."
  • Shiro: "Oh so when I get captured by the Galra I get tortured and lose my arm. When Lance gets captured by the Galra he gets a boyfriend. Unbelieveable."
  • Pidge: *cackling*
  • Coran, with a single tear in his eye: "That's my boy."
"Oh so you're the camp counselor my sibling keeps raving about"

Dear Maya,
I’m having a great time at camp! It’s been only a day, but my cabin mates are so nice. We took the swim test and the pool is super awesome. I have two counselors, one is a girl named Missy who’s in my cabin with all the girls, and then there’s Lucas who’s in with the boys. And just between us, he’s realllyyy cute. Like, seriously. Not even a little. He’s full blown young Zac Efron level cute. Not for me of course, because I’m 8 and he’s 23. But you’re 22 and I could totally see you two dating. He’s awesome and he’s from Texas. You should talk to him when you come to pick me up from camp.
Love: your sister, Phoebe


I made a friend! Her name is Emma and she is very nice. She has super long nails, and they’re real! She’s so cool, and she’s 10 so she’s older than me. And about Lucas, I asked him if he’s single (even though you said not to). He was nice about it, and he said he was! He’s perfect for you, Maya. I told him about you and he seemed interested. You should send me a photo of you so I can show him. I know you probably don’t want to, but please??? I’ll be sweet and put it by my bunk so that he just happens to see it. I won’t shove it in his face, I promise.
Hoping for a photo, Phoebe


Dearest sister,
Lucas saw the photo. He was all “wait is that your sister” and I was like “yeah” and I swear to god he blushed and smiled all cute. He’s just getting awesomer and awesomer as the days go by. He taught me how to make lanyards and I’m making one on my water bottle, but his is better than mine. That’s okay though, I’ll get better. He’s definitely my favorite counselor. I think he likes me too. And he’d definitely likey-like you. I showed Emma your picture and she says she totally “ships” you guys, which means she likes you as a couple. I agree with her. Turns out he’s been doing college at NYU! He was held back a year when he was little for some reason he won’t tell me, so he’s in your grade. Awesome, right? Parsons and NYU are pretty close. You could totally date him!
Okay, I’m done. Hope everything’s good. Tell mom I say hi.


So I’m leaving tomorrow, which seems crazy. The two weeks went by super fast. They have this thing they do at this camp where by the end of the week, you ask any counselor to “tie your rag.” You pretty much make a goal and work hard to get to it and then a counselor you look up to ties a handkerchief around your neck as a sort of badge. I’m very proud of myself, I faced my fears and went on the big zip line that they have here. I asked Lucas to tie my rag. He’s the greatest. We’re great friends now, and I think I’m his favorite. We always talk when we’re walking around camp and I’ve told him loads about you. He says he’d like to meet you when you come, and I’m so excited! Don’t hate me for this, because it wasn’t my fault, but all the girls in my cabin saw your photo, and now they all want you to date Lucas. It kinda got around, and now everyone teases Lucas about it. He takes it well and laughs and stuff, but that might make it awkward when you meet. Sorry, I didn’t try to make this happen! My whole cabin just knows a cute couple when they see one! Anyways, I’m gonna go now. Can’t wait to see you and introduce you to Lucas tomorrow! I’m gonna miss him when I come home. (Unless you guys date. Then he could be like my big brother or something. That would be the coolest!)
Love, Phoebe :)

Maya chuckles as she finishes reading over the last letter that was sent to her by Camp Orkila from Phoebe. Her little sister always can make her smile, and she must admit she’s excited to see the little firecracker again today.

And Maya must admit, she’s curious about this Lucas guy. If he’s really as cute as Phoebe says he is, then Maya won’t refuse an introduction. Although she can’t help but feel a little embarrassed that Phoebe had the whole camp unit shipping her and this Lucas guy just from one photograph. So yeah, that’s a bit embarrassing, but at the same time it makes Maya more curious about him. What is it about the two of them that had twenty 8-11 year olds turned into huge “lucaya” fans? Maya feels like it was Phoebe’s loud and bubbly voice (something from Riley that had rubbed off on her) blabbering about how Lucas and Maya were perfect for each other.

But alas, Maya finds herself pulling into the grass parking lot in her rental car in the Texas summer camp. She had to take a flight from New York to get here, since her mom was too busy with work to come get Phoebe. So here Maya finds herself, in Texas for the weekend with her sister.

Maya steps out of the car and locks it’s doors, sighing to herself at the sudden Texas heat. She was glad she put on a shit-ton of sunscreen, for she knew her fair skin would soon be looking quite lobster-esque if she hadn’t. She feels beads of sweat start to form on the back of her neck, so she ties her messy blonde waves up in a high ponytail using the hair tie on her wrist.

She tightens the ponytail as she walks to tent with a banner that reads “pick up campers here”, seeing a huddle of kids with taller counselors getting them to participate in circle games and conversations.

Maya sees some girls crying and hugging about their departure, not including Phoebe not to her surprise. Phoebe isn’t exactly the crying, weepy emotional type.

She suddenly spots her little sister in a different place, sitting in the grass and weaving something attached to her water bottle concentratedly.

Maya smiles at Phoebe, her straight brunette locks falling into her eyes as she looks down at her water bottle attachment. Her brown hair was a trait that surprised everyone when she was born, a trait that she had gotten from Shawn’s side of the family. But she still had the same striking blue eyes as Maya did. Yet she got lucky with tanned skin, as opposed to Maya’s pale complexion.

Maya starts to walk over to her, but she slows a bit as she notices a boy sitting next to Phoebe, working on his own lanyard.

That must be Lucas.

Phoebe wasn’t lying when she had said that Lucas looked like a young Zac Efron, with his sea foam green eyes and his tousled dirty blonde hair. He had a sharp jawline and broad shoulders, his skin tanned from days at the summer camp.

Maya smiled slightly as he shares a laugh with Phoebe, the two seeming to share a connection.

Maya walks closer and sees Phoebe look up to her, a large smile spreading on her face.

“Maya!” She smiles, hopping up from her sitting position in the grass and engulfing Maya in a huge hug. Maya hugs back tightly, Phoebe almost the same height as her despite being eight years old.

“Hey, sister spaz. How was camp?” Maya beams at Phoebe, pulling away from the hug and tucking a brown lock behind her ear.

“Great! Did you get all my letters?” Phoebe says enthusiastically, folding her hands together with a huge smile.

“Oh, I did.” Maya says with a chuckle, glancing at Lucas who is now standing as well. Maya feels her cheeks flush as their eyes meet, pulling her stare away and putting it back on Phoebe. God, he was hot. He hasn’t even said a word and Maya already has butterflies in her stomach.

“Oh and Maya, this is Lucas, the best counselor ever.” Phoebe beams, pulling Maya by her hand so that she’s standing closer to Lucas.

“And Lucas, this is my sister Maya. Also known as the best sister ever, who is twenty-two and available and very pretty, if you haven’t noticed.” Phoebe says shamelessly like she always does. Maya feels her cheeks grow incredibly hot, Lucas’s face becoming adorned with a boyish smile.

“Nice to meet you, Maya.” He says with a Prince Charming-like smile, Maya’s stomach tightening further into its knot as she hears his deep, gravely yet kind voice. God, this guy is perfect. How the hell did Phoebe think Maya of all people had a chance with him?

And how the hell does he not have a girlfriend?

“And you,” Maya replies, trying to keep her usual sarcastic tone as a cover for how jittery he’s making her feel.

“So you’re from New York, huh?” Lucas smirks, and Maya notices his very slight southern drawl. She can’t help but find it attractive.

“Yeah, born and raised. I hear you’re from here in good ole Texas country, Sundance.” Maya attempts to cover her attraction with her usual name calling and teasing.

“Maya, be nice.” Phoebe huffs from her side, tugging on Maya’s hand.

“Fine. Sorry.” Maya chuckles, Lucas smiling down at Phoebe.

“It’s all good, Phoebe,” Lucas says to Phoebe, before looking up to Maya, “Sundance, that’s a new one. Props to you.” Lucas laughs, smiling down at Maya with a slight blush on his cheeks as well.

Maya notices the small crowd of giddy ten year olds watching them with wide eyes, the talk of the camp for the past two weeks finally standing in front of them.

“So I hear you’re going to NYU? Phoebe told me all about it in her letters.” Maya asks, making conversation.

“Yeah, I am. And you’re at Parsons?”

“I assume Phoebe had lots to say about me too?”

“Oh yeah.” Lucas says with a chuckle, Maya laughing slightly as well.

“She has quite the big mouth, this one..” Maya smirks, pulling Phoebe into a tight side-hug.

“Yeah. It was awesome having her here.” Lucas smiles at Phoebe again.

“She had a blast. Right Pheebs?”

“Totally. You’re my favorite, Lucas.” Phoebe smiles, and Lucas laughs.

“Just between us,” Lucas says, leaning in and whispering, “you’re my favorite too.”

Phoebe somehow beams even more at this, Lucas giving her a fist bump.

“Now can you please give Maya your number so we can hang out again? And also so you two can see each other again? Come on, I know you like each other. It’s like, all over your faces.” She says bluntly, Maya blushing intensely.

“I mean, I wouldn’t mind getting together sometime, Maya. I get back from camp in August.” Lucas smiles, scratching the back of his back as excited squeals come from the group of ten year olds.

“Oh! I mean, sure!” Maya stammers, keeping her cool as her cheeks somehow turn redder, “uh, here. I have a pen. I’ll give you my number.”

“Oh, okay cool.” Lucas says with a big goofy grin on his face, Maya ripping a small slip of paper from her sketchbook in her purse and scribbling her number onto it before handing it to him.

“Alright cool, it was nice meeting you. And Phoebe,” Lucas turns to Phoebe and gives her a hug, “it was so awesome to hang out with you.”

“It won’t be the last time. Especially when you two start dating.” Phoebe smirks, Maya and Lucas both blushing, Maya chuckling nervously.

“Hopefully.” Lucas smiles at Maya, her stomach dropping as she looks into his sea foam gaze. He really is a ten.

“See you soon ish then.” Maya chuckles bashfully.

“Until then, blondie.”

Something I Need: Part Four

Part One / Part Two / Part Three


The greatest asset HYDRA could ever attain - you. You had spent nearly 3 years within the cold walls of the rebirth of the organization. You had heard stories your whole life of HYDRA, even from your Father - now you were captured by them. You kept your distance all these years, but now they found you - they classified you as this generation’s brightest doctor. You were sure you were going to die in those walls until they came. Earth’s Mightiest Heroes - the very individuals you had spent your life studying now kept you in their protection. Within the month of your rescue, Steve Rogers - Captain America had given you your first task…
Bucky Barnes.

Word Count: 4,791

Notes: Fluff, Smut, ANGST, Bucky’s Trigger words :(

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Accidental| Hoseok

Your boyfriend doesn’t show up for your date leaving you in the awkward position of peers staring at you with sorry eyes. Right as your about to get up a presence saves you from your embarrassment portraying as your boyfriend.

Originally posted by jjang-pandaa

Warning: Cussing, implied smut, Smiley Hobi!

Genre: A dash of fluff and angst?

Word Count: 8.8K

A/N: I saw this prompt on pintrest and thought it was cute, also i may have made some spelling mistakes and other things because Teen wolf came on tonight and I needed to finish before it came on. Please dont hate me frens!

Hours had passed and the loneliness and dread in my head only managed to sprout further more into my heart. I had been promised a lovely evening at a rather expensive restaurant but it was far from the situation that was vowed. I was missing the very non evident boyfriend that was supposed to be sitting across the table as i was met with the cold nothingness of a longing body. I had merely order a bottle of wine to cover up my sorrows but that doesn’t really do the trick as the angry waiter suggest you should leave so he can fill the table and others staring at you with pity and disgust.

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hnnghdh here we go. im embarrassed ;; Your breath hitches, and you know your shock is expressed on your face when Jesse's face changes too. You turn away from him suddenly, surprised by how much his words stung. "Right, well," you bite out, ashamed out how your voice wavers slightly, "I'll just go, then." (1/2)

You hear McCree call your name but you’re already out the door, heading quickly to your room. Jesse feels dread settle heavy in his gut, wanting so badly to apologize. Whether it’s his pride or his shame, however, keeps him from seeking you out for three days, until he can’t stand not being around you anymore, hearing your voice or seeing your smile. He doesn’t care anymore, he’ll beg you for you to come back if he’ll have to. (2/2)

Communication (Drabble)

“Listen to me, Jesse!” you shout, nearly hitting a a cabinet when you swing your hand out. “You can’t keep using Deadeye like that. It wasn’t made to support that sort of recklessness.”

“And I’ll use it however the hell hell I damn well please,” he shoots back just as harshly. You could see his eye twitch violently and his face wince in pain, and you suck in a breath, cold fear gripping your chest for just a moment before a hot wash of anger takes it over.

“Look at you, you can barely look me in the face!”

“I’m lookin’ at you just fine.”

You have to resort to pleading, anger giving way to desperation. “Please, Jesse. Let me do my maintenance on it. Your optical nerves and the rest of your body can’t handle this right now.”

“It’s workin’ fine.” 

It isn’t, it’s consuming far too many resources for its function and is creating an undue strain on Jesse’s body. He’ll be without sight in his eyes for a couple of days, but it’s not like he has a mission or anything. You didn’t know why he was being so stubborn about it. Just the same way he doesn’t understand why you wouldn’t stop nagging–it’s happened before and has always gone away. A minor glitch from a piece of older, but still reliable, technology. Upgrades has always caused him more bad than good–too many bugs and unknowns, and the adjustment period was awlays far too troublesome. No, he’d rather stay with its current state.

“Jesse, you’re going to get killed like this! What if it breaks down in the middle of a fight or it short-circuits? Just let me–”

“Well, if y'didn’t install it so shittily, we wouldn’t be havin’ this conversation, now would we?” The words shot out of him faster than a bullet, and he didn’t even have time to regret it–his ma always told him that he runs his mouth too much. He could only watch it all fall apart.

Your breath hitches, and you know your shock is expressed on your face when Jesse’s face changes, too. You turn away from him suddenly, surprised by how much his words stung.

“Right, well,” you bite out, ashamed at how your voice waves slightly, “I’ll just go then.”

You hear McCree call your name, but you’re already out the door, heading quickly to your room. Jesse feels dread settle heavy in his gut, wanting so bad to apologize. Whether it’s his pride or his shame, however, keeps him from seeking you out for three days until he can’t stand not being around you anymore, hearing your voice, or seeing your smile. He doesn’t care anymore, he’ll beg you for your to come back if he’ll have to.

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many highlights from The Suffering Game from a first-time TAZ listener
  • also featuring bits from the Lunar Interlude IV: The Calm Before the Storm
  • that’s a fucking ominous combination of names, THANKS MCELROYS!!!!
  • griffin: “kravitz, who’s the bounty hunter for the raven queen, who’s the goddess of the natural passage of life and death” that’s an awesome title, wayyy cooler than just “goddess of death”
  • kravitz and taako is a good ship, im glad its a thing people ship
  • the BOB opened a wine and pottery place and i gotta give them credit for being so considerate of their employees and also being on top of the best hipster ass trends…justin named it the Chug and Squeeze. its the rowdy one
  • kravitz: “how much more dying do you think is gonna happen?” taako: “us dying? or like other regular dying?” kravitz: “any dying at all” taako: “there’s gonna be some”
  • kravitz getting all agitated by the umbra staff and the probable lich inside it is making ME nervous
  • sweet angus macdonald, boy detective, is easily my favorite non-dead or death related npc
  • i cannot believe merle has kids
  • also merle called them the tres horny boys and im like my nickname of grubby grifters is way better and much less likely to horrify young children
  • sweet ango: “you can swear in front of me, its okay" merle: “oh shit thank god”
  • aw shit magnus has been having sleepless nights over the shit he doesn’t understand, poor sweet magnus
  • aw shit he’s gonna confront the voidfish!
  • a voidfish memory!!!! THERE ARE MULTIPLE VOIDFISH! aw shit there’s some big bad evil out there! AW SHIT THERE’S A BABY VOIDFISH!!
  • leon the artificer: “oh god, just put it in the machine, please god! im in hell and YOU’RE SATAN!”
  • garfield the deals wizard: “ah, angling to make a DEALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL” merle: “that was 42 L’s”
  • garfield: “i know what I want! YOUR SIDEBURNS!!!” everyone: “ohhhhhh”
  • garfield: “how about a tiny little scraping?” yall WHAT THE HELL DOES GARFIELD WANT WITH HIS HAIR???
  • griffin: “holy shit that was funny. as soon as I realized what you were doing, i was sent into a panic spiral!”
  • griffin: “i wish it hadn’t taken me 40-some episodes to discover the power of the epilogue”
  • the director: “taako, are you okay?“ taako: "yeah, i’m fine! you’re not my mom”
  • oh no the director lost 20 years of her life to a wager in wonderland and im like aw fuck this arc is gonna fuck ME UP
  • justin: “taako went on a date with death and now that i say this out loud, that sounds soooo cool!”
  • justin: “its not that taako is embarrassed about his sexuality, its just that he doesn’t think its anybody’s goddamn business, especially these fucking clowns!”
  • magnus: “and you are?” sweet ango: “im angus macdonald, boy detective and your very good friend!” magnus: “um, sounds familiar…nah i tousle his hair and say ‘of course i remember you!’”
  • merle: “we’re just jumping right in?” the director: “would you like to take 20 minutes to buy shorts again?” merle: “they were good shorts”
  • griffin “well now you have….CAPTIVES? you have now pokemon-ed these two boys!”
  • im like pretty sure griffin called magnus “madness”
  • merle: “please be hawkeye!” griffin: “yep, its the guy himself, hawk-guy, uh, no”
  • damn yall this twisted horror movie wonderland shit popped off magnus’s pinkie and stole merle’s dark vision
  • griffin: “you guys are basically fucking demigods right now. you’re basically benicio del toro’s character in the marvel movies” i had to google what the fuck griffin meant by that and i have seen almost al the marvel movies so i would easily label that as the Deepest Cut
  • taako: “do you think that wet ropes are conductive?” magnus: “more so than dry ropes!“ [sounds of justin dying of laughter away from the mic”
  • oh god taako’s finally gone back to the ethereal plane and these glowy-eyed creeps are back!!!!! im so creeped out!!!!!
  • griffin: “damn, you’re the danger squad!!” taako: “well, somebody dropped a washing machine on me and i got squished into a ghost!! so its not foolproof” well now ive got this mental image of taako as like a smushed goomba
  • griffin: “there’s NO healing in wonderland!” man griffin is getting just a tad TOO into this whole Playing God shit
  • griffin: “the severed head is just laying there…cuz its a head”
  • cam the body-less head: “im sorry i can’t greet you with a formal hand shake, but i seem to have misplaced my…my everything”
  •  cam: “what brings you to wonderland?” magnus: “looking for a bell” cam: “must be a pretty good fucking bell”
  • cam: “what do you know about liches?” magnus: “they get stitches, i think!” justin: “LICHES GET STITCHES! okay” aw shit yall liches are becoming a plot point and the one single spoiler i know about (lup) is getting mE HYPED!!!
  • justin: “i know what you should give up! your B-I-B-LE!” and then justin fucking SANG AN IMPROVISED SONG ABOUT MERLE’S DUMMBO BIBLE
  • lydia the evil elf lich bitch: “are you three heroes ready for your ONLY chance at love??” magnus: “uh, pass” i feel like somewhere julia’s just laughing and cheering her grubby hero husband on
  • justin: “is it, griffin? is it real low? is it almost like some liches of your imagination sucked my hit points away from me?! would that account for the low-ness???” griffin: “that’s like real low” justin: “IT’S LIKE SO CRAZY LOW, HUH?”
  • travis: “yeah, merle’s a deeply religious person, when he needs something!”
  • griffin: “taako’s arms shrink into his chest, and his head gets real long, and he grows a tail, and he turns into a tyrannosaurus rex!” travis: “meanwhile magnus is setting mannequins on fire” yall this fight got real real real wild super quick!!!
  • oh god magnus’s SOUL GOT KNOCKED OUT OF HIS BODY
  • “I’ll be having my body back, you undead fuck” YOOOOO THAT SHIT WAS SO DOPPPPEEEEEEE
  • griffin: “i’ve reached a point where when i hear justin say ‘im going to cast’ i assume the next words are a thing that’s going to break the sequence of the shit that you’ve written down”
  • justin: “im going to cast Animate Objects on the mannequins, and I can animate up to ten of them” griffin: “HOLY FUCKING SHIT, WHAT? HOLY JESUS FANTASIA!”
  • HOLY SHIT WHAT?? magnus’s kid memory has a different sky than the one he’s in now, and im like WHATTT???? THATS SOME MORE PUZZLE PIECE SHIT!!!!! MULTI-PLANAR PUZZLE PIECE SHIT!
  • clint: “i want to change Divine Word into Divine Wood” griffin: “and you pop the most righteous boner”
  • the fact that the umbrella ATE edward the magical evil elf shit even though taako is unconscious as hell is AWESOME
  • merle: "i have a spell called Raise Dead” magnus: “he’s not dead” justin: “he’s only mostly dead!” griffin: “OH MY GOD” justin: “we got monty python, we got princess bridge, this podcast has it all!
  • griffin: “just have somebody heal you! don’t act like you got revived from the power of your cool catchphrase!” justin: “i can’t say a cool catchphrase twenty minutes after we won!” griffin: “okay what are you astrally projecting into the atmosphere???” taako: “LICHES…..GET…..STITCHES!”
  • jesus, magnus’s great life goal and plan is to be reunited with julia, that’s some tragic heartbreaking shit
  • rowan: “my day was pretty shit” magnus: “oh, are you a mannequin?” rowan: “oh my god is that MAGNUS??” magnus: “yeah, so, maybe like keep your shit to yourself, unless you’re a fucking mannequin”
  • justin: “hey, i have a question, among like retrieving our belongings, did magnus, he did get himself a new arm, right, he got his arm back?” travis: “yeah, plugged it back in like G.I. Joe”
  • “you made something, and you’re terrified of it…[..]..you removed your uniform, and its a bright crimson uniform with an insignia patch…[…]…you decide they’re the ones who are going to be able to keep this cup safe” PUZZLE PIECES!!!! PUZZLE PIECES!!!!! HOLY SHIT YALL!!!
  • they’ve come back around to the start, where wave echo cave is and the gerblins arc took place, and im so EXCITED!
  • this arc felt like a million goddamn years, cuz of all the, ya know, SUFFERING, it actually felt more tedious and exhausting than fucking petals to the metal, but it was pretty good, i liked it. i also feel like the grubby grifters have earned a new nickname: the grubby heroes

Pairing: Seth Rollins/Colby Lopez x Reader

Prompt:  you’re my new neighbor and we’ve never spoken but you saw me shoveling snow all day and i guess it must be pretty obvious how cold i am because you brought me a jacket and made me hot chocolate

A/N: Getting started on Christmas fics :) If you ever want to be tagged in any of my stories for a specific character or just all in general just lmk :)


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Spock x Reader

Author: Me (alliwriteistrash)

Length: 1715 words 

Prompt: Could you write a spock one where the reader is new at the enterprise and spock is amazed by her and she falls for him so the crew tries to set them up because the two don’t get it? Thanks for reading my request😊 by the lovely @chani02

Warnings: None

After the incident on Altamid and later on at Yorktown, you were one of the new officers assigned to the Enterprise. Of course you were nervous to work on this famous spaceship, who wouldn’t be? This crew saved uncountable numbers of life forms and now you are part of it. Like a dream come true!

To prepare yourself, you had looked up every information that could possibly help the crew, while repeating every step that you had learned as a medical officer. You wanted nothing more, than to be as useful as you can be.

You work under the supervision of the chief medical officer, Doctor McCoy, who was known for bringing the Captain back to life. Despite the rumours you heard about him, shouting and cursing like a sailor, he was rather kind. Well, as long as you didn’t make any stupid mistakes that could cost the life of a crew member.

After a month traveling through the nebula, the crew discovered an earth like planet. Your records marked it as unknown to the federation.

It was no surprise that the Captain himself wanted to explore this planet, so he assembled an away team that included you.

At first, the planet looked harmless. The team was teleported near a river, but luckily no one fell in it. You were helping the science officers collect samples of the flora, when you heard someone scream.

As you turned around, you saw the reason. An animal was staring at them. It looked a lot like an American crocodile, but way bigger. You would guess around 10 to 13 feet long and its jaw looked terrifying. Paralyzed by your fear you noticed the crocodile moving closer to the officer, when suddenly you had an idea.

“Listen here Weathers, once it is out of water, run away, but in zigzag lines! I’ll do the rest! “, you shouted to her, praying that more than its looks resemble a crocodile.

The moment you told her that, the animal ran out of the stream towards her. Doing as you told her, Weathers bolted once the animal left the water. You were right, it wasn’t agile at all and had problems following her.

Gathering all your courage, you took one of the ropes you had in your backpack and jumped onto the animal and tied its jaw together. And just like an American crocodile, it couldn’t break the ropes, as its jaw is too weak.

Once the away team got beamed up you were greeted by Commander Spock. Thinking that he would tell you how illogical you were, since you couldn’t possibly have known that the animal resembled a crocodile, you looked at him, nervous.

But nothing like that happened. Instead, he gave you an approving nod, before he said “Excellent work, Miss [Y/L/N]”.

Not quite believing what just happened, you headed to the medbay where you got lectured by your extremely angry supervisor, who heard of the story, like the rest of the ship.

This incident lead to you new nickname ‘The crocodile hunter“, after Steve Irwin, a famous wildlife explorer from the 21th century.

On multiple occasions your 'useless’ knowledge proved useful. And every time the first officer praised you in his way. To say that you didn’t enjoyed this would be a lie. Every time you saw him your heart beat faster.

You tried you best to hide this from the Commander, but you just couldn’t conceal your excitement every time he praised you, before you left to continue you work.

What you didn’t know was how painfully obvious your little crush on him was, even if most of them just thought of it as admiration towards him.

After 3 months of you late night studying information that could somehow prove useful and showing off your knowledge every time Spock was near, Uhura couldn’t take it anymore.

She had to do something about it.  

She and Spock broke off, even before the Enterprise continued its mission, but they had stayed friends. Since she knows how to read Spock’s emotions, even without him openly showing them like a human would do, she knew immediately that he had a thing for you. She saw it as her mission to make him happy again, and you were the key for it.

So it was no surprise when Uhura set up a chess game for the both of you, claiming that 'it would increase the crews moral if he taught you how to play’, it was unclear to you how this could work but you didn’t want to pass up some private time with Spock.

Once you dolled yourself up a bit, you made your way over to his room. You were definitely nervous, but all of it didn’t matter when Spock stood in front of you, asking you in.

His room was clean and showed barely any sign of someone living in here.

On a table he set up a teapot with two cups alongside a 3D chess board. The lesson started with him being patience, while explaining everything to you. It took you some time to understand the rules, but after a few minutes passed you got the hang out of it.

“You are doing remarkably well Miss [Y/L/N]”, he praised you, as he made his move, looking as neutral as ever, but you could have sworn that his eyes gleamed a bit.

“Thanks to you, Spock. But call me [Y/N], please. We both are off shift”, you replied, smiling with your cheeks all warmed up, while you thought about your next move. You knew you couldn’t beat him, but you wanted to be a worthy competitor. There were three ways you could move your chess-pieces, but none would help you win.

“If you say so, [Y/N]”, he said, as he waited for your next move. The way he said your name, sent shivers down your spine. It just sounds so right! You made your move,

You enjoyed this evening way too much, talking with him about what came into your mind, even if what you said sounded completely stupid. The relaxed atmosphere carried over to you.

“Did you know that a male peacock has these huge and beautiful feathers to impress the female. But those feathers are actually a handicap for an animal, whose enemies are way faster than itself, which is its way of saying ‘Even with those huge but impractical feathers, I’m still alive’. It’s kind of like this for humans as well. We try really hard to impress the person we like, even if the person doesn’t notice it. Like I do with those late night sessions, where I look information up so I can impress you”, you babbled out, regretting it the moment the words left you mouth.

You expected him to say something, anything, but he just looked at you, his face looking neutral as usual. Of course! What were you thinking! He doesn’t have any feelings for you and now you destroyed the friendship you had with him.

“I’m sorry”, you muttered before you run out of the room, not wanting to embarrass yourself even more.

For days you avoided Spock completely, leaving the room when entered and eating later than usual, so you wouldn’t see him.

Everything went well. Surely you could keep this up for as long as you are stationed on this ship, until the Captain ordered you to the bridge, there has been an accident.

The moment you reached the bridge, you noticed that no one was hurt, it was a trap set by your Captain. Well, except you and your feelings.

The second Spock laid his eyes on you, you felt tears welling up. You did not want to hear him saying that he doesn’t have any feelings for you out loud. This would just break your heart even more.

“Miss [Y/N] I need to talk to you in private”, he stated, leaving no room for protest. You just nodded, following him out of the bridge to an empty room. At least he wasn’t breaking your heart in front of everyone.

For a few seconds no one said anything. You just wanted to say something, when he suddenly walked closer to you.

“[Y/N], it seems like you misunderstood me the last time we were together. I tried to talk to you, but every time I entered a room, you left. So I’m going to explain it now. As a Vulcan I can’t show emotions like you do. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t feel anything. I am, as you know, only a half Vulcan. What I want to let you know is, I do have a certain fondness of you too. To go even further, I would like to begin a courtship with you. It is difficult for me to talk about my emotions, so let me show them to you”, he declared, deadly serious, but you could see something in his eyes. It is affection. You simply nodded, since no word wanted to leave your mouth.

At first you felt his fingers on your face, before your minds melded and finally you understood what he meant. You could feel how much you mean to him and this overwhelmed you so much, that you felt tears running down your cheeks.

Once he took his hand from your face, you noticed how helpless he was. Clearly not knowing what to do now. Seems like you had to do the rest of the work.

“I would love to start a courtship with you too, Spock”, you replied, as he brushed your tears away, before hugging you. At first it was rather awkward, he clearly didn’t know how to hug someone, but that didn’t matter.

“That would be adequate, ashayam. If you would excuse me, I still got work to do”, he said, as he broke the hug to fix his clothes.

“I would find it pleasing to see you after my shift for dinner, perhaps.”, he suggested, and you could have sworn that there was a slight smile on his lips.

“I’d love to. Then you can explain me what you just called me.”, you answered, kissing his cheek, before you left the room to go back to work as well. This time with a huge smile on your face.

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“Right then, Rose Tyler and Y/N Winchester, you tell me. Where do you want to go? Backwards or forwards in time. It’s your choice. What’s it going to be?” The Doctor says with a cocky smirk.

“Forwards.” Both you and Rose reply. The Doctor then asks how far forward and Rose goes with 100 years.

“Come on Rose, be a little more adventurous.” You tease. “I say a thousand years into the future.” The Doctor takes you 10,000 years in the future just to show off. You and Rose aren’t buying it.

“Right then, you asked for it. I know exactly where to go. Hold on!” The Doctor says messing with a few controls. When outside of the TARDIS you notice that you’re not on earth- but above it. A small smile forms on your face. “You lot, you spend all your time thinking about dying, like you’re going to get killed by eggs or beef or global warming or asteroids. But you never take time to imagine the impossible, that maybe you survive. This is the year five point five slash apple slash twenty six. Five billion years in your future, and this is the day…” The Doctor checks his watch as the sun flares and turns red. “This is the day the Sun expands. Welcome to the end of the world.”

“No way.” You say trying really hard not to sound shocked. The Doctor laughs and tells the two of you that the three of you should make way to wherever the other guests are.

On the way there, the Doctor gives you some details about what is going on at the moment. The steward stops the three of you, he’s suspicious- also blue. “But how did you get in? This is a maximum hospitality zone. The guests have disembarked. They’re on their way any second now.” The steward points out. The doctor pulls out a piece of blank paper and shows it to the steward.

“That’s me. I’m a guest. Look, I’ve got an invitation. Look. There, you see? It’s fine, you see? The Doctor plus two. I’m the Doctor, this is Rose Tyler and Y/N Winchester. They’re my plus one and two. Is that all right?”

“Well, obviously. Apologies, et cetera. If you’re on board, we’d better start. Enjoy.”

“What was that?” You ask in a soft tone of voice.

“The paper’s slightly psychic. It shows them whatever I want them to see. Saves a lot of time.” The Doctor answers.

“That’s one of the most ingenious things I’ve heard of.”

“We have in attendance the Doctor, Rose Tyler and Y/N Winchester. Thank you. All staff to their positions.” The steward says interrupting the conversation between you and the time lord. The staff quickly gets into position. “Hurry, now, thank you. Quick as we can. Come along, come along. And now, might I introduce the next honoured guest? Representing the Forest of Cheam, we have trees, namely, Jabe, Lute and Coffa.” You weren’t expecting actual walking and talking trees, you’re a little surprised to say in the least.

The steward then announces the other guests, which you tune out because you’re thinking about Sam and Katie, and how much they would enjoy this. You pull yourself out of your thoughts before you go in to deep. “The Gift of Peace. I bring you a cutting of my Grandfather.” One of the trees say. She offers the three of you a potted twig. The Doctor pats his pockets looking for a gift, he can’t find one.

“Thank you. Yes, gifts. Er, I give you in return air from my lungs.” He says before gently breathing on them. He does this for all the guests, guess it works as a gift… the steward then introduces the last guest: the last Human. The Lady Cassandra O'Brien Dot Delta Seventeen.

“That is a mouthful.” You whisper in Rose’s ear. She smiles in response. Now you and Rose were expecting an actual human with limbs and things like that, not a trampoline of skin with a face on it.

“Oh, now, don’t stare. I know, I know it’s shocking, isn’t it? I’ve had my chin completely taken away and look at the difference. Look how thin I am. Thin and dainty. I don’t look a day over two thousand. Moisturise me. Moisturise me.” Cassandra says to everyone else before talking to her attendants. One of them sprays some form of liquid on her. “Truly, I am the last Human. My father was a Texan, my mother was from the Arctic Desert. They were born on the Earth and were the last to be buried in its soil. I have come to honour them and say goodbye. Oh, no tears, no tears. I’m sorry. But behold, I bring gifts. From Earth itself, the last remaining ostrich egg. Legend says it had a wingspan of fifty feet and blew fire from its nostrils. Or was that my third husband? Oh, no. Oh, don’t laugh. I’ll get laughter lines. And here, another rarity.” The other gift is a jukebox. “According to the archives, this was called an iPod. It stores classical music from humanity’s greatest composers. Play on!” You have to hold back your laughter when the trampoline woman calls a jukebox an iPod- there is a huge difference between the two.

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Kismet [03]

Note: This is an AU based on Sari’s ( @rainbowatnight ) head canons for modern Saizo with no real drama or an engaging plot. I was just writing whatever comes into my head which is a bit of a mess and this Saizo might be a bit OOC cause I did not include his tendency to push people away. Leave your thoughts, tell me if it’s okay to tag you next time~!

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Kismet : Episode Three

“Oh my gosh Saizo!”

That high-pitched screech followed by the light shuffling of footsteps approaching close - he knew it too well and inadvertently, found comfort in hearing those sounds as it only meant one thing.

She’s arrived. The little lady has come to visit and distract him again, which gives him a good-enough excuse to put on hold his work.

You wouldn’t believe what I just found out!” A few seconds later, Akiko showed up in his office at the back of the bar - her face beet red as she gasp for air, her hair windblown and unfashionably sticking to places.

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Members: J-Hope Centric, Suga, Jin
Word Count: 2,457
Year: 2008
Note: *J-Hope’s joke explanation - A Wronski Feint is a move Quidditch players use. Neville Longbottom fainted when he heard a mandrake scream. Feint. Faint. Get it? I’ve been listening to Jin’s dad jokes too much I recon. 

More on McGonagall’s interactions with Yoongi to come? Who do you guys wanna see more of? Also which ships do you guys love the most?

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Pleeeeeease Jin!” Hoseok practically begged to his older friend as they sat across from each other at the Hufflepuff table in the Great Hall. Jin continued to read the Daily Prophet, munching down on his fifth piece of toast as he ignored his younger friend.

“Why can’t you just ask her for me?” He continued.

“Why can’t you just ask her yourself?” Jin asked, placing his newspaper down from directly in front of his face to give Hoseok a good look at his questioning eyes.

“Because she’s older than me and so are you. And she’s a Slytherin, I don’t know any Slytherin’s it would…just be…weird.” Hoseok attempted to explain.

Jin sighed, “Well firstly that’s a lie because you know Yoongi and he’s a Slytherin. Ask him.”

“I already did and he launched a screaming yo-yo at my head!… I can still hear their shrieks now.” Hoseok replied dramatically, letting his head fall into his hands. “Come on! Auditions are being held tomorrow I don’t have much time.”

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Chapter 1: Breaking and Entering

This is my longer Gladion x Female Trainer (Moon) Fic. It has a little language but for the most part this is clean story that will have a lot more action than the first. Also you’ll finally be able to guess what was gong on in my preview pic I uploaded last week. I’ll be uploading possibly two chapters a day. Enjoy!

         The sky was already beginning to darken. As the sun descended lower in the sky Gladion shoved his hands in his pockets and fumed. Null following behind him and whimpered quietly in concern. Hau had been strong, though infuriating, but Gladion had underestimated his friend Moon. She was new to Alola and already had been chosen by the Tapu guardians to master Z power, cleared several island trials, and had proven to Team Skull that she, and her brother Sun, were not to be taken lightly. But despite all the rumors he has heard of her ferocity in battle Gladion had not hesitated to challenge her. He grimaced remembering the way her look of surprise morphed into one of excitement when he had proposed a battle.

           He huffed and glanced at the ground. If he let go of his pride he’d admit she was quite amazing. Her bond with her Pokémon was strong. He found that sometimes without even uttering a word her Pokémon knew what to do. Unlike many trainers, Moon would not stand still in battle. Because battles were unpredictable and the two Pokémon could easily stray from their trainers in the heat of battle, Moon showed no hesitation to follow as closely as she could during her fights. Quick and agile, she could dodge falling debris accidentally kicked up during battle but often she would emerge just as filthy as her partner Pokémon. Interestingly enough she would groom them after each fight as well as offer them snacks. So it was no surprise that Pokémon swarmed to her.

           Sun, Hau, and Moon were all on their island trials. Sometimes Moon would be in the lead with the most trials completed while Sun and Hau fought to catch up. Other times Moon would intentionally stay behind to develop her pokedex.

           Gladion walked up the motel steps and pushed his way into his room. He never bothered to lock the door, he had nothing that could be stolen. Null limped over to his poke-bed and laid down with a groan. Gladion knew Null was still sore from his battle with Moon. The room was small and barren. The only furniture was what the motel supplied. He had a small creaky table with only one red chair as well as a desk with a few notepads with the motel’s logo on the front. In the corner he had a twin size bed placed next to where Null was sleeping. The only redeeming qualities of the shabby living space was the large flat screen tv and the alley kitchen behind the faded green retro curtain, technically making it more like an apartment. Though nowadays Gladion found that many a night his pantry shelves were bare and his fridge empty with no money to buy any groceries. Outside he could hear through the flimsy walls a few trainers talking loudly to one another. For a moment he listened but could not decipher anything from the muted voices. The barking of a rockruff soon followed as well as the screech of another unidentifiable Pokémon signifying a battle had just begun. Gladion rolled his eyes and hoped they would quiet down soon.

           Null lifted his head as he approached, listening intently on what was happening outside. No sooner than Gladion had opened his mouth to calm Null, the front door exploded shooting jagged splinters into every direction. Null sprang forward tackling his trainer to the ground as a large chunk flew into the wall Gladion had been standing in front of moments before. Covering his face instinctively he waited for the debris to stop falling. When it had all quieted down he turned to see two muddy red sneakers sticking out from under the green curtain.

           Furious he stormed over to the familiar figure that had catapulted through his front door. “What the Hell just happened!?” he snarled. With a groan Moon swatted the green curtain aside and sat up. In her arms her rockruff, whom she had nicknamed Jackal, lay unconscious. A shaky voice from outside cried “Holy Arceus, that wasn’t supposed to happen! Let’s get out of here!” Gladion watched the two golfer trainers sprint into the tree line unashamedly dragging their belongings behind them. Gladion gritted his teeth and turned his icy glare back on Moon. She looked like a wimpod, turned white from the falling plaster.

           "Well?“ he barked when she continued to stare at him wide eyed.

           "Oops.” He threw his arms up in exasperation. “You come flying through my door, almost decapitating me in the process, and all you can say is oops!?” Moon absentmindedly brushed her rockruff before looking up Gladion with big blue gray eyes.

           "Well yes Gladion I’m fine, thank you for asking. Totally no brain damage here, na-uh. Just concerned about the welfare of your door. Typical Gladion.“

           Null cocked its head and walked towards Moon.

           "Typical? You’ve known me for less than a day how can you know what my typical self is?” Moon stared at Gladion with a smirk. “Trust me. You’re not that hard to figure out.” Gladion grit his teeth and tried to reply but Moon interrupted him.

           "Look, I really am sorry about your door Gladion. I’ll pay for all the damages.“ She reached out and stroked Null’s neck. Both Gladion and Null seemed surprised by this, but much to Gladion’s disapproval Null leaned into it and let out a happy cry. With a grunt he turned away from the other trainer as well as his traitorous partner to brood. After awhile he sighed.

           "How in the world are you going to be able to pay for all this?” Moon reached into her bag and began feeding Null pokebeans.

           "I’m resourceful. I got this.“ Gladion snorted before noticing the bright red trickle running down her face. "You’re bleeding.” She reached up and felt her head.

           "Huh. Guess I am.“ She flashed him a smile which confused him greatly. "Don’t worry I’ll be fine!” When she tried to stand he firmly pushed her by the shoulder to stay seated.

           "Listen. You came careening through that door head first. For all we know you could have a concussion or even a fractured skull. I have a few bandages and luckily the Pokémon Center is right next door.“ She pouted and returned her rockruff to its pokéball.

           "So now you’re a doctor. You’ll probably tell me next that you’re a master chef too. Or a secret agent who steals malasada recipes.” Gladion huffed and opened his bedside drawer.

           "That sounds more like your friend Hau. He wouldn’t shut up about them during our battle.“ Moon laughed and nodded.

           "Yeah! That sounds like Hau!” He returned with a small first aid kit and kneeled next to Moon.

           "Is anything hurt besides your head?“ Moon hesitated before motioning towards her back.

           "I hit my back pretty hard on the floor when I landed. I also have sprinters everywhere. But I think it’ll just bruise and then it’ll be fine.”

           "You’re optimism is nauseating.“ She shot him a glare as he wet a washcloth with hydrogen peroxide.

           "Don’t be Madion.” He froze.

           "Did you just-“

           "Make a pun out of your name? Well yes, yes I did.” He stared at her in disbelief before scowling.

           "And I thought Hau was annoying.“ Moon stuck out her tongue inciting an eye roll from Gladion. Crouching in front of her, he reached out and wiped away the blood on her face. It was a little awkward, especially since Gladion was hesitant to get too close. When the rag touched her hairline Moon winced and instinctively shied away. Grabbing her chin he muttered, "Just hold still.” He continued to clean the wound while pretending he didn’t notice how pink Moon’s face had become. He had to remove her hat to see how bad it really was. “Lucky for you, the skin’s just been scratched. You could have easily cracked your skull.” She grimaced at the thought. He pressed a fabric cloth firmly on the still bleeding wound. “Hold this on your head. We need to get you to the Pokémon center. Pulling her up before she could protest, he noticed she struggled to hold her own weight. Wrapping her free arm around his shoulders and holding her waist for stability, they made their way slowly to the Pokémon Center. He became hyper aware of every time her hips bumped into his and how close they were to each other. ‘Just stop thinking about it’ he told himself, though that only seemed to make it worse. Moon interrupted his muddled thoughts.

           "You know, I guess I didn’t have you figured out.” He raised an eyebrow in confusion. Smiling she added, “Underneath that emo-punk hoodie, you’re actually kinda nice.” He groaned and turned his head.

           "Now you’re just being ridiculous.“ He heard her giggle and despite trying his hardest, he felt a smile pulling at the corners of his lips. The double doors slid open as they approached. The nurse behind the counter looked up with a smile before faltering when seeing Moon.

           "Oh my Arceus, what happened!?” He glanced at Moon who smiled bashfully.

           "A Pokémon battle got a little out of hand…“ The nurse pursed her lips and called for assistance. Two more nurses arrived and helped support Moon to the hospital rooms. The nurse at the main desk looked back at Gladion.

           "You’re welcome to go with your girlfriend.” He tensed and turned a bright red.

           "She’s not my girlfriend! We hardly know each other!“ His voice had cracked, making it sound a little higher pitched than normal. The nurse blinked before hiding a smile under her hand. Before he could embarrass himself further he spun around to leave.

           "Gladion!” He paused and glanced at Moon who was grinning back at him. “I’ll be back Gladion! Just you wait!” He watched her turn back into the room as the door closed behind her. Sighing he made his way to the motel office to tell the owners what had happened. Shortly after a few workers came by and cleaned what they could and manufactured a temporary door out of plywood. Upon closer inspection Gladion realized the workers had only laid a slab of plywood over the doorway. With a frustrated groan he plopped face down on his bed. He found the other trainer not only confusing but also slightly maddening, though not as badly as Hau. Null laid his head on his pillow and looked up as if to say 'it’s going to be alright’. Gladion petted him silently before letting out a 'hmph’. “She said she’ll pay the damages. I’ll believe that when Alola freezes over.”

Morning, Sunshine

Description: Saloonatics AU. It’s the morning after Prince Matthew was saved by Detective Edward Gold and Sheriff Thompson, and they awake to a very… surprising discovery. Cue Thompson being the embarrassed and shy one this go around, Matthew being extremely polysexual and flirty, and Edward wanting this to maybe work.

A/N: So I got back into Eddsworld after several years… the series finale made me cry, since Edd and his friends helped keep me going through junior high school. It’s sad to see ‘em go, but I’m just glad we got to see Edd’s world spin to begin with. On another note, I’m in love with Saloonatics- the animation is adorable, the character designs are lovely, and the story is awesome. So here’s me basically shipping the OT3 and being weird. Sorry. Please R&R (Read and Review)!

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anonymous asked:

Do you think it is bad that I am starting dislike Jensen as well because of these destiel shippers bashing jared in Jensen's name? I can't help it. I was always a Jared girl and loved Jensen but since I got tumblr - the hate for Jared is real :(

Hi, nonnie!

I don’t blame you and I don’t think it’s bad. You are safe to talk to me. :)

I only want to point out that all the hate Dessies and “cockles shippers” throw at Jared has nothing to do with Jensen; it’s not like he’s encouraging them to hate on his S.O., no way (the guy we’re talking about has gone whole protective only because someone said Jared had a “bad hair day”) . But I guess your point is that Jensen didn’t do anything to stop it either, and you blame him for his certain “pandering” behavior since last year has nudged Cockles shippers and made them feel entitled enough to hate on Jared – which I tend to agree with you, but not completely, for I don’t think Jensen should be blamed for minions’ behaviors and it might be a little bit unfair to him.

Most pandering, as you may have seen, is on MC.

Notice how he tried to put his head on Jensen’s shoulder in the “Red Meat” livestream and Jensen changed his mood to being annoyed and started snapping at the phone? Notice how MC tried to get close to Jensen in the “Gashwish” livestream (at the beginning of S12 filming) and only stopped and kept his distance because Jensen stared him down? Notice how Jensen wouldn’t even want to put his arm around MC’s shoulder while singing at SNS if it wasn’t for Jared who forced him to (because Jared wanted to touch his S.O. but he couldn’t reach Jensen when he kept his arms all to himself)? Notice how MC rested himself on Jensen’s shoulder at the end of the creation campaign video and then Jensen’s face turned cold? Notice how Jensen’s frown grew bigger and got even closer to Jared (even though there’s already no space between them and Jared’s hair was already on Jensen’s face) when MC “casually” rested his elbow on Jensen’s shoulder?

It seems to me that MC has learned by now that without the delusional ship “destiel” he is nothing in this fandom and will not be cared about even by his own “fans”, so that he figured out the only way to keep him popular and relevant is to seize every minute that he got to see the Js or Jensen to create some “cockles” moment to encourage his minions to ship “destiel” and “cockles”. It’s manipulative, desperate, and pathetic – especially when you think about the most recent PS picture that he shamelessly promoted about and that both Js have reposted. But don’t forget that MC used to want to be a politician, and manipulation is what he’s good at. 

I believe the Js and MC used to be okay cordial co-workers, maybe they’re not as close as the Js are with Rob but they should be pretty friendly with each other. But you can see the atmosphere has changed recently and the change is not for better. The Js kicking MC’s cutout on stage for fun and Jensen calling MC “small”? Jensen kept ignoring MC completely as if MC didn’t exist when Jensen didn’t have the obligation to interact with him and when he wasn’t aware he’s on camera? Those are definitely not good signs for those supposedly friendly co-workers. It seems to me that the Js think Mc has crossed the line by having cased too much mess for them and have started to get seriously annoyed by MC’s OTT pandering.

I despise MC for all the messes he’s caused for both Js – the “homophobe” accusation he brought on Jensen, and the hate bigger than life that his minions aiming at Jared simply because of Jared’s existence.

MC encouraged Dessies’ obsession with the delusional ship “Destiel” and encouraged their outlaw behaviors to try pushing it canon. So when Jensen disagreed with that and told the truth that the delusional “ship” had been “blown out of proportion”, Jensen became a “homophobe” for no good reasons.

You should see how hard those pissed, desperate minions were pushing the “homophobe” train and for a while when you tried to google Jensen, the “is Jensen Ackles a homophobe” would show in your searching bar automatically.  

Judging by the certain circumstance, I don’t blame Jensen and his mgmt for having tried to create a seemingly “friendly” atmosphere between Jensen and MC to try eliminating the bad impact MC and the delusional ship that he had pushed brought on Jensen. 

Here’s the timeline of Jensen’s “pandering”, which started soon after he signed his new mgmt. (disclaimer: the amazingly detailed timeline wasn’t made by me).

Just like you don’t need to work for Spilo to know what he’s up to, you don’t need to work for Gersh to see what they are doing, the timeline fits:
1) 9-30-14 Gersh announced Jensen signed with them
2)11-22-2014 TV Guide website published an article that SPN is queerbaiting and implied Jensen is a homophobe
3) 3-09-2015 Jensen tweets a sunset picture of himself and Misha, later that same month he tweets another picture with Misha
4) 8-16-2015  the Jensen/Misha boatride to celebrate the TCA chemistry win
5) 10-16-2015 Creation has YANA in the works and used Jensen/Misha picture with a AKF tagline to advertise the Chicago con.  
6) 10-21-2015  Jensen directed a Cas-centric episode and made sure to play up the D/C friendship.
7) 10-26-2015 quote from this comm “I remember a few months ago Misha had really toned down on his des/cockles pandering.  Why he and Jensen are picking it up now is anyone’s guess.”
8) 1-06-2015 Jensen wins the PCA and said TPTB made him do a video with Misha
9) 2-11-2016 YANA is launched by Jensen and Misha with heavy ship baiting promotion.
10) 3-24-2016  quote from this comm: “Jensen goes from never hanging with Misha outside of work, consistently insulting the man and his contribution to supernatural into irrelevance, to a family boat ride on the day they receive a shipping award as well as teaming with him to do a campaign for mental health.  There has even been tons more stories at cons recently of Jensen trying to be cutisie with Misha, fixing his hair, jumping on his back, and picking things out of his teeth, all in front of fans.  For whatever reason, Jensen has suddenly changed the way he acts with Misha but only in front of fans and cameras. This is the definition of pandering and we are just not sure what prompted it.”
11) Around the time fans noticed that “Jensen is a homophobe” is no longer the top search result is when Jensen stopped bromancing with Misha and never mentions YANA again.

You can see the “pandering” was supposed to be a “win-win” arrangement, from which Jensen could eliminate the name of “homophobe” Destiellers had forced on him and MC could be satisfied with the huge ego-boost that his minions give him by pairing him with one of the stars of the show.

However, MC is greedy. He and his BFF Philip Scheider (who’s somehow in charge of creation) figured that “cockles/Destiel” is the only thing appealing to MC’s fans, and without being paired with Jensen, MC is nothing – his photo ops can’t sell, and his Cass calendars sell directly into the next year and end up being either given away for free or stocked in a warehouse, while the Js’ have already sold out long time ago. So since now Jensen has gotten what he and his mgmt wanted, which is to eliminate the “homophobe”, and gone back to his old ways to mock MC and to ignore him completely, MC is alone on the pandering route, for he doesn’t want to get off the gravy train just yet, and SPN and its brainless fandom are the last chance for him to line his pocket (Seriously, nobody asks the question that what happened to the money that he’s gained from YANA campaign and the tons of money that the Js gave him from their Pack fund? And nobody cares about what happened to that so-called “hot-line”? MC and Creation can’t be trusted, and i don’t blame the Js if they got money out of those hypocritical campaigns by Creation and MC as well, for they need it to band-aid their wound caused by MC). In order to keep up the one-side pandering, MC keeps doing all those embarrassing queer-baits and encouraging his batshit minions to keep up the PS and the Jared hating. It’s disgusting, and I can’t imagine how desperate a human being must be to do something so despicable. 

I honestly think the Js have been fed up with MC by now, and if they used to be cordial co-workers with MC before, they don’t seem like it anymore.

Sorry for the long reply, but I guess my overall point is that you’re entitled to express your opinions and you could call Jensen out when he did pander – despite IMO he had some legit reasons to have done so. But I think it might be a little bit unfair to blame Jensen for the hate minions throw at Jared – it’s not like he has control over that. Remember just recently at a convention that Jensen changed into an AKF shirt specially for the “cockles” photo op? Well, I guess that’s the best silent protest he was able to do.

I think deciding to work together with MC was a mistake of Jensen and his mgmt’s from the beginning (it’s not like they had another choice at the moment), because MC is a leech that you can’t get rid of him when the deal is end, and working with him is like opening a jar of worms – you don’t know how to clean up the table afterward. However, I guess the Js have learned their lesson and it’s not the first time that they made stupid decisions and won’t be the last time either. The Lucky thing is the Js are there for each other in every stupid decision. And I’m sure Jensen is there for Jared to get over those unreasonable hate minions throw at him – they’re there for each other in real life and the hateful comments on the internet couldn’t hurt them as long as they don’t look at them – which is exactly what they do nowadays.   

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