well this is frightening

✿ ———— beauty and the beast sentence starters.

’ How can you read this? There’s no pictures! ’
’ Well, some people use their imagination… ’
’ This is the day your dreams come true. ’
’ I’m-I’m speechless. I really don’t know what to say. ’
’ Say you’ll marry me! ’
’ I just don’t deserve you! ’
’ I want to do something for him/her… but what? ’
’ No, no! It’s got to be more something more special than that! ’
’ This is yet another example of the late neoclassic Baroque period. ’
’ If I didn’t know better, I’d think you had feelings for this monster. ’
’ I thought I told you to come down to dinner! ’
’ I’m not hungry! ’
’ You’ll come out, or I’ll-I’ll-I’ll break down the door! ’
’ Will you come down to dinner? ’
’ It would give me great pleasure… ’
’ We say please. ’
’ You can’t stay in there forever! ’
’ Fine! Then go ahead and starve! ’
’ Oh dear. That didn’t go very well at all, did it? ’
’ If she/he doesn’t eat with me, then she/he doesn’t eat at all! ’
’ Who said anything about the castle being enchanted? ’
’ It was you, wasn’t it? ’
’ Oh, you look so… so… ’
’ Not quite the word I was looking for, but perhaps a - little more off the top. ’
’ Maybe some other time… ’
’ _______, you are positively primeval! ’
’ Why did you come here? ’
’ Do you realize what you could have done? ’
’ I didn’t mean any harm. ’
’ Please… stop… ’
’ Who’s there? Who are you? ’
’ I’ve come for my father. Please, let him out! Can’t you see, he’s sick? ’
’ Please, I’ll do anything! ’
’ Oh, there must be some way I can… ’
’ Then he/she shouldn’t have trespassed here! ’
’ The master of this castle… ’
’ Wait! Take me instead. ’
’ You don’t know what you’re doing! ’
’ Yes. But… you must promise to stay here forever! ’
’ Come into the light… ’
’ You have my word… ’
’ For who could ever learn to love a beast? ’
’ Do I still have to sleep in the cupboard? ’
’ That’s not a request! ’
’ I’ve been burnt by you before! ’
’ I’m afraid I’ve been thinking… ’
’ If you’d hold still, it wouldn’t hurt as much! ’
’ Well, if you hadn’t have run away, this wouldn’t have happened! ’
’ If you hadn’t frightened me, I wouldn’t have run away! ’
’ Well you shouldn’t have been in the west wing! ’
’ Well, you should learn to control your temper! ’
’ Now, hold still. This might sting a little. ’
’ By the way, thank you… for saving my life. ’
’ Couldn’t keep quiet, could we? ’
’ Just had to invite him/her to stay, didn’t we? ’
’ I was trying to be hospitable. ’
’ I want adventure in the great wide somewhere. ’
’ I want so much more than they’ve got planned… ’
’ Well, Your Highness, I must say everything is going just swimmingly. ’
’ I knew you had it in you, ha ha! ’
’ You what? How could you do that? ’
’ I use antlers in all of my decorating! ’
’ I-I-I was lost in the woods, and-and… ’
’ Please, I meant no harm. I-I just need a place to stay. ’
’ What’re you staring at? ’
’ I’ll give you a place to stay. ’
’ No, no! Please! Don’t, no! ’
’ I’d like to thank you all for coming to my wedding. ’
’ Sir, close that at once! Do you mind? ’
’ It is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight. ’
’ Oh, must help her/him to see past all that. ’
’ Well, you can start by making yourself more presentable. ’
’ Oh, it’s no use. ’
’ I don’t know how. ’
’ Come, come, show me the smile. ’
’ There’s a stranger here! ’
’ Pardon me, Master… ’
’ Leave me in peace. ’
’ It doesn’t matter now. Just let them come. ’
’ I’ll show you to your room. ’
’ Do you wanna stay in the tower? ’
’ You must control your temper! ’
’ Of course I came back. I couldn’t let them… oh, this is all my fault! ’
’ You… you came back. ’
’ If only I had gotten here sooner. ’
’ Maybe… maybe… it’s better… it’s better this way. ’
’ Don’t talk like that! You’ll be alright. ’
’ We’re together now; everything’s going to be fine, you’ll see… ’
’ And at least… at least I got to see you… one last time. ’
’ Please. Please… Please don’t leave me. ’
’ Well, perhaps there’s something there that wasn’t there before. ’
’ There may be something there that wasn’t there before. ’
’ Shh. I’ll tell you when you’re older. ’
’ I’ll not have you making up such wild stories. ’
’ Let me go! Let me go, please! Don’t hurt me! I’ll do anything! Anything! ’
’ I’m… I’m about ready to give up on this hunk of junk. ’
’ This castle is your home now, so you can go anywhere you like, except the West Wing. ’
’ I mean it this time! I’ll never get this boneheaded contraption to work! ’
’ Well, what are we waiting for? ’
’ I’ll have this thing fixed in no time! ’
’ You really believe that? ’
’ Be our guest. ’
’ Is it dangerous? ’
’ Oh no, he’d/she’d never hurt anyone. ’
’ Hmmm. Could you read it again? ’
’ Why don’t you read it to me? ’
’ You mean, you never learned? ’
’ I learned… a little. It’s just been… so long. ’
’ Well, here, I’ll help you. ’
’ What would you say if you and I took a walk over to the tavern and took a look at my trophies? ’
Chewbacca And Han Solo (Jughead Jones Imagine)

Originally posted by riverrdxle

Word Count : 3728

A/N: A small disagreement escalates into something Jughead regrets from the minute he says it. But in the time of need, good will always win.

Warnings: Swearing


“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Pretty please?”

“Again…no.”

“What about- “

“Nah-uh.”

“Y/N I AM BEGGING YOU!”

You put your hand on you hip, “There is actually no way in hell am I wearing that.”

Jughead sighed, “Why? What’s wrong with it?”

“You want me to tell you what’s wrong with wanting me to wear a Chewbacca outfit to a party that our whole year will be at?” You asked with raised eyebrows, not understanding where the hell your dumbass boyfriend got that idea from.

“Well, we can’t both be Han Solo!” He defended, throwing his hands in the air as if it was obvious.

You scoffed. This was the biggest party in your whole social life, you looked forward to it every year. It was hosted by the one and only Cheryl Blossom and the rule was: no fancy dress = no entrance. The past years you had outdone yourself, staring off with Jasmine from Aladdin, followed by a hippie with the full flower-power theme the next, and last year you topped it off with dressing as Bellatrix Lestrange. Now this time around, you had to do even better, which meant definitely not wearing the Chewbacca costume that Jughead wanted you to.

He had brought up the idea moments ago, you were currently at lunch in the student common room, surrounded by the usual group of Archie, Betty, Veronica, Kevin, Jughead and yourself. The people you called your “best friends” all had different reactions to Jugheads couple costume idea. Veronica was looking shocked at the thought of you wearing a furry-onesie to the highest social class event of the year, Kevin nodding and agreeing with her argument that she was loudly spreading to the rest of the group. Archie was in deep conversation with Jughead about the style of his costume and planning a trip the town costume shop for a plastic gun to take royal place as Han Solos weapon. And Betty was in awe at the ‘adorable’ thought of a couple-costume.

You on the other hand, thought it was preposterous.

“Sorry to burst your bubble Juggie,” you shrugged sarcastically, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, “but I would rather get a sticky maple from Chuck than wear a Chewbacca costume in public…or ever.”

Little did you know, that once you had said your final word and started to have a conversation with Veronica about your actual costume, Jugheads’ heart sunk. He was excited about this, the first time he wanted to do something publicly to show that you were his, and you had turned down his idea.

All he wanted to do was show the other guys that nobody was to touch you.

Looking up from your conversation with Ronnie, you noticed your boyfriend’s sunken eyes that were focused on the floor. He couldn’t be that affected by a simple costume, could he? It was just a costume, a silly outfit that he was taking way to personally to heart.

Jughead looked up and met your loving eyes with a cold stare.
“Fine, you would rather have a fun time with Chuck, then he can take you to the party.” Jughead stated
aggressively.

You were stunned, and as were the others it seemed because they suddenly fell quiet from their various conversations.

“What are you talking about, Juggie?” You laughed lightly, confused with the sudden turn of events.

He scoffed, “Well you obviously don’t care about me, so Chuck can take you. I’m not going.”

Archie place a hand on his elbow, “Jug don’t be an idiot- “

Jughead shrugged him away and stared accusingly at you. You started to felt your blood boil at his sudden accusations and rudeness.

“Where is, this coming from?” You asked with pure shock laced in your tone.

Of course, you cared about him, he was the one person you loved more than life for god’s sake!

“You always have to have your own way! Nothing nice for anyone else,” Jughead accused, his words becoming harsher than expected.

The way he stared at you with a cold, hard glare hurt inside and you could see the tears start to form at the bottom of your waterline, but there was no way you were going to start crying here in front of all the people.

“Fine,” you shouted back, “I will go with Chuck.”

Veronica started to say your name in a rushed tone to make you see reason, but you ignored it.

“I will go with Chuck, because I don’t want to go with someone who overreacts about a costume party and starts making accusations!” You furiously said with the anger you felt being clear in your face.

But Jugheads expression only grew angrier and suddenly, you were frightened of losing him forever.

“Well that’s good then because I don’t want to go with someone who doesn’t care about anyone but herself and acts like goddamn royalty and superior, but is actually just a fake and never gets anything right. Because guess, what I hate people like that, and guess what again, that is a definition of you.”

He spat out the words like poison, and the way they stung your heart certainly felt like it. Your stomach felt heavy, as if all the broken pieces of you heart and fallen. A single tear rolled down your cheek and the vison of Jughead was blurred.

But when he saw how much damage his words caused and how he had just destroyed anything the two of you had, the anger inside his bones was washed away and instead, he was filled with regret.
He hated the fact he had hurt you, the way he has just broken the person he loved and needed to get by.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I did-“He began to stutter with remorse obvious in his voice. His eyes met yours but you looked away. It hurt to do so.

“No, it’s ok, you made your feelings pretty clear,” you spoke clearly, brushing the tears way with the palm of your hand and picking your back up from the couch. Without another word, you left the room.

You were closely followed by Veronica and Betty after they both started at Jughead with confusion and frustration plastered on their face and left the room, running after you to make sure you were ok. Kev left behind them, but not before putting a hand on Jugs shoulder to show he cared for him, but the fact he left to come after you showed he was concerned for you more than Jughead. Archie was still sat on the couch, just staring at his best friend as he had a mental battle with himself.

Jughead was furious with himself at the way he had overreacted and hurt you so deeply. He never meant for it to go that far, and his heart hurt at the idea of you crying somewhere feeling damaged and defeated.

Archie rose to his feet and looked Jughead straight in the eyes. No matter how much he wanted to say something to make his best friend feel better, to make him ok and tell him that there was a light at the tunnel. Archie desperately wanted to tell him that you two would make up and you would forgive him, but he couldn’t. Instead he picked up his back and made an exit for the door.

Jug’s eyes followed him out, and when Archie stopped he was hopeful that his best friend was going to be there for him in the time of need.

But all that came from Archie’s mouth was:

“You really fucked up this time, mate.”

And he left.

Jughead just sighed.

“Yeah,” he mumbled to himself. “I know.”

The tears in your eyes started to fall quicker and quicker as you stormed down the school corridors, looking for one person in particular. And when you saw him, you knew exactly what to do.

“Hey, Chuck!” You yelled down to him. Chuck was standing next to Reggie, and when he heard his named called, he turned around quickly. Your eyes met each other’s and you felt a sickening felling grow in your stomach.

“Hey, babe,” he smirked, throwing an arm around your shoulder, “what’s up?”

You shrugged his arm off – it wasn’t the same loving feeling as Jugheads. Chucks simple gesture felt dangerous, and you suddenly wanted to back out from making a mistake.

But there was no way you could go back to Jughead, not after he had hurt you like that.

So, gathering up courage, you managed to force out the words.

“Do you want to go to Cheryl’s party with me?” You spoke through gritted teeth, trying not to think about the fact you should be doing this with Jughead and not a play boy like Chuck.

You heard running from behind you and saw Betty and Veronica nearing where you were.

Betty placed a heartfelt hand on your elbow, trying to pull you away from Chuck, but your shrugged her off, “Don’t do this Y/N, you know Jughead didn’t mean it- “

“Shut up, Betty!” You spat out, not intending for it to come out quite so rude, “Sorry, it’s just that Jughead has made his feelings clear, so I’m going to take his advice.” You said, looking them in their eyes and trying to show them that you knew what you were doing.

Chuck pulled you back into his side and smirked down at you, “Yeah baby, we can go together, and after we can have a little fun.” He laughed and whispered in your ear.

Your stomach grew tighter as you felt your breakfast almost making a re-appearance. You forced a smile and just nodded at Chuck, pulling yourself out of his arms and walking towards a worried looking
Betty and a confused looking Ronnie.

“Jughead made up his mind,” you defended yourself, biting back the tears that were ready to be unleashed, “and now so have I.”

But of course, your heart took over and the tears began to spill once more. Veronica quickly pulled you into her arms, the comforting smell of her Yves Saint Laurent perfume making you feel safe for the moment. Betty joined in, and the three of you remained silently hugging in the middle of the hallway. Unbeknownst to you, Kevin and Archie has witnessed the entire matter, and when they noticed what was happening between you all, rushed over to be part of the group hug.

‘These people are here for me’ you thought to yourself. But no matter how much you wanted to be happy at that moment, you couldn’t.

Because your heart was shattered, and unfortunately, the only person who could fix it was the person who destroyed it in the first place.

And little did you know, that very same person was watching all his friends comfort you in the middle of the hallway, whilst you cried quietly because of something he did.

And he was determined to make it right.

—3 DAYS LATER—–

Saturday night. Party night.

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IxxJ Friends

~ Based on our INTJ, INFJ, ISTJ and ISFJ squad ~

ISFJ
- Complains about his lack of romantic life 24/7.
- Only likes doing / watching / reading stuff that makes him feel good.
- Always cheerful, never happy.
- Absolute bookworm.
- Seems shy and friendly.
- Judgmental.
- Awesome fashion style.
- Hair is always on point.
- Can’t watch a show or read a book if he dislikes the main characters.
- Also emo trash™.

Common phrases include:
- “But that’s not practical”.
- “Don’t think about it so much”.
- “Learn from me”.
- “We are cleaning up right now”.
-“That’s adorable”

INFJ
- Witty and sharp humor 24/7.
- Emo trash™.
- All the yes to fictional worlds.
- Awesome writer.
- Her characters are more likable and complex than most real people.
- Better psychologist than 80% of professionals.
- Loves video games.
- Needs to be in the mood in order to do something smoothly.
- Understands anyone better than they understand themselves.
- Master puzzle solver.
- Whenever she does something moral but stupid, she compares herself to James Kirk to feel validated

Common phrases include:
- “I was joking"
- “That is hilarious, dude”.
- “*Explanation about how she started saying something in an ironic way, and how she is now doing it unironically*”.
- “Everything is meaningless. I wish I was dead”.
- “Fuck you, too”.

ISTJ
- Very busy person.
- Everything is scheduled (revenge included).
- Prefers to read non-fiction.
- Nerdy af.
- Learns physics in their free time.
-Quotes Spock in random situations.
- Very practical and driven.

Common phrases include:
“I already did it”.
“*Smiling in a very sweet and frightening way* Well, they shouldn’t have done that”.
“World domination is the best solution”
“You have to see this”.

INTJ
- If it doesn’t teach you anything then what’s the point?
- Either so driven that they ignore physical needs, or so demotivated that they can only exist in the dark™.
- Once investigated intensively to find out if it was really true that Heavy Metal had a bad influence on mental health.
- Dark humour, which increases exponentially with INFJ’s presence.
- Likes bullying ISFJ, gets bullied by ISTJ.
- Existential crisis at least twice a week.
- Seems serious and intimidating on the outside, the social anxiety is real on the inside.
- 🎵Animals are better than people🎵

Moto: If I can understand it, I can fix it.


Shared characteristics
- Avoid crowds and noisy people.
- Avoid people in general.
- 99% of our meet ups are in either one of our homes.
- Allergic to stupidity.
- Perfectionism™.
- Different manifestations of condescendence


Interactions:
ISTJ:
- Shows them a meme trash™ video

INFJ:
- Has already seen the same meme trash™ video 10 times.

ISFJ:
- Can be mildy amused about the meme trash™ video. Will complain anyways to put his own video of liking.

INTJ:
- Doesn’t get and/or hates the meme trash™ video. Pretends to enjoy it.

(Bonus: INFJ notices)

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xNTx squad

xNFx squad

Pro revenge from a revenge pro.

(long story. TL;DR at the end)

If you think about it cynically, one of the functions of the police is to provide a sort of society-wide revenge service. Unfortunately for this sub, it’s usually kind of boring. When cops do take exceptional revenge, it’s usually unfortunate and icky, like a dirty beating in the no-camera areas of the copshop, or giving someone the silent-patrolman treatment during transport. Fortunately, most cop revenge isn’t dramatic - it’s procedural. You misbehave, we do the paperwork, and eventually some consequences happen, or not.

Sometimes, however, you get a chance to take a bit of vengeance that is (i hope) the very definition of professional.

For a time, I was a small-town Canadian cop, working in $hicksville, $province. Several years before I came to work in the town, there was an event which entered town legend (and made national news - the funny little throwaway story they go to just before the end of the broadcast). Some kids committed an act of spectacular and iconic vandalism, and cost the town quite a bit of money. They were all caught, tried and sentenced to probation terms with restitution. I would love to provide details, but anything more would be immediately identifying.

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Moon Signs:

The Moon rules your emotional self, the way you think and react to others.It also represents your inner mood. It is the second most important thing in your birth chart after your sun sign.

Aries Moon:Moon Sign Aries is happy, optimistic, and impatient. They live for the moment, forgetting all else. Instant gratification is their middle name. They are passionate and have no qualms about sharing how they feel. At the same time, they can be very independent. They don’t like to take no for an answer. They have the self-confidence to put themselves out there and they want to make a strong impression. Subtle does not describe this Sign. They are well-suited to meeting challenges that may destroy lesser people. 

Taurus Moon:Taurus Moon likes the familiar instead of the exotic. They will be prepared to put up with just about anything to preserve this familiar sense of security. Strong-willed, they are set in their ways. They want to create a solid, comfortable existence so they feel secure and happy. Moon in Taurus is steady, and makes those near them feel comforted. They can be very conservative and set in their ways. Sociable, Moon Sign Taurus loves companionship. They are emotionally balanced, and like to finish one thing before starting another.

Gemini Moon:Witty and charming, Gemini Moon is fun and pleasant to hang out with. Their twin aspect also makes them moody and irritable, though. If you can put up with the constant switch from one to the other, you will find that they are very interesting people to be around. They like to have a hand in everything, are usually well-informed and are the basis for the saying “curiosity killed the cat.” Their inquisitiveness is all-encompassing. Like other air signs, the Moon Sign Gemini is adept at saying what they think is expected before they have a chance to think about it.

Cancer Moon:Cancer Moon has a knack for being in touch with their feelings, as well as those of others. They may be so in touch with their feelings that they become very self-absorbed. At the same time, they are so in touch with others’ feelings that they can see through any superficial statements of well-being. They have a terrific memory, especially for emotional things. The Cancer Moon Sign looks for familiarity and security. They tend to cling to their home, their family and friends, and their possessions. They really appreciate peace and quiet, and they are not big fans of change.

Leo Moon:Leo Moon likes to be the center of attention… when they are comfortable in the situation. They may do a lot of entertaining at home and they have a great sense of comic timing. Those born with the Moon in Leo are talented organizers, and may bring that out of the point of trying to organise and  control their friends and family. They want to create and entertain… although they may end up being too lazy to actually put things together as often as they would like. Their natural bossiness helps them be good at delegating chores to others, although deep down they really want to treat others fairly.

Virgo Moon:Virgo Moon looks to the little things in life for their happiness and security. They may deny it, but they actually enjoy activities like running errands, taking care of details, and so on. They may complain about it, but as long as they feel appreciated they will  do their best to not only take care of themselves, they’ll take care of you, too. They will usually be the first to volunteer to help someone else. They may be a bit low in self-esteem, but many are very happy to have a normal, pedestrian life. Simplicity is their mantra and they feel most at home when they can go through life without a lot of public attention. 

Libra Moon:Libra Moon does not like to be alone… they thrive in a partnership. Many will get married young or choose to move in with someone. In order to facilitate this, they may make a lot of concessions to their partner in order to keep the peace. They are social, sympathetic and they love a rousing debate. They need someone they can feel an intellectual and emotional rapport with.Libra Moon wants someone with them all the time… even for that little trip to fill up the gas tank. They believe there is strength in numbers. Charming and attractive, they are often found flirting. They are usually very gentle and refined in their manners. They make friends easily, and may be fickle.

Scorpio Moon:Scorpio Moon lives for emotional intensity. They have the ability to see through anyone right to their innermost feelings. This can be disturbing to some people and intriguing for others. They have a need for change and rebirth. Their life may be full of drama and upheaval which they feel is out of their control. But if their life begins tofeel “normal” they are the first one to create some test for someone in their life just to create excitement. Emotional drama fulfills them.Scorpio Moon wants it all… they don’t do anything halfway or waste their time with meaningless relationships. They want commitment. They may also expect their partner to give up something for them, although they have a deep fear of betrayal. 

Sagittarius Moon: Sagittarius Moon is happy-go-lucky and free-spirited… as long as they aren’t cooped up. They need space and personal freedom to be happy. They love to be physically active. Travel, sports, socializing… it doesn’t matter what it is as long as it is active. They love open spaces, indoors and out. Optimistic and cheerful, Sagittarius Moon is always upbeat, even when they’ve disappointed you for the third time because they once again forgot the lunch date you had planned.They are competitive and love the outdoors. They are usually natural athletes, or if not, they appreciate athleticism in others.

Capricorn Moon: Capricorn Moon needs to feel useful and productive. They are competent and collected, even when their emotions are churning beneath the surface. They want realistic goals and clear boundaries set. They are not risk takers. They much prefer security and safety and plan ahead for every eventuality.Capricorn Moon does not deal well with all those messy emotions… they are frightened of dealing with them. While they can have some mood swings and can dip pretty far into the darkness themselves, they don’t like to delve into this side. The Capricorn Moon Sign person is their own worst critic, and they can be really hard on themselves. They often hide their own sensitivity behind a sarcastic demeanor.

Aquarius Moon: Aquarius Moon is very observant. They love to study human nature and analyze why everyone around them acts the way they do. They are often shy themselves, and may appear a bit detached. If you sit down and talk with an Aquarius Moon, they will probably tell you that they always felt “different” when they were growing up. While they can be sociable, at heart they would rather be on their own.They may have a strong ego, and they"ll do their level best to be unusual. It is not their lot to be mainstream or “fit in." 

Pisces Moon: Those born with a Pisces Moon will often have strong psychic abilities. They find it easy to walk a mile in someone else’s shoes and are amazingly compassionate and full of love. Unfortunately, this capacity also makes it easy for them to lose themselves in others’ problems. They are natural romantics, and never forget a gift on Valentine’s Day or someone’s birthday.Pisces Moon appears to know all the nuances of human behavior. They are easily amused. They may be labelled as "spaced out,” but they are deeper than most people think. They are easily misunderstood since they often get lost in their dreams.

anonymous asked:

okay okay okay new list: top ten favorite critical role eps. IN ORDER

This is difficult, holy cow! I thought about defying this post and making a list of my ten least favorite eps, but was tragically unable to come up with ten episodes I disliked so, uh. Probably should’ve seen that coming. Okay, you win, here goes nothing, I’m definitely missing a bunch, this list changes on any give day, etc. etc. etc.

10. Episode 31: Gunpowder Plot. Every now and then, despite its huge cast, the show gets to highlight one-on-one interactions between Matt and a player. Scanlan spends the better part of an hour alone, a single gnome bard trying to navigate an ambush in an enemy stronghold. The process involves turning into a triceratops, defeating a dozen guards, breathing fire, and shoving a goliath off a flaming rooftop in the rain. That sequence is legendary for a reason.

9. Episode 25: Crimson Diplomacy. Mainly the first half, although Kit Buss is wonderful as Lilith and gets more screen time in the latter half. I think this episode kind of jump-started the more serious RPing on the show (which isn’t to say there weren’t great moments earlier!)–for the first time, it felt like it wasn’t so much the players worrying about losing a character as it was the other characters worrying about losing a friend. Vax completely failing to talk his way out of the Briarwoods’ chambers, “Jenga!”, Vex storming in with double natural twenties, “Sylas!” Matt did a phenomenal job juggling the tension in order to make this encounter feel like a difficult situation that was still winnable.

8. Episode 69: Passed Through Fire. I remember seeing a post from somebody who happened upon this episode on Twitch without having seen any of the rest of the show, and they said they were blown away by the emotional extremes in this episode alone. Pretty much everyone was crying, and then pretty much everyone was crying with laughter. There’s also the wonderful letter from Kerrek, VM doing shots, and the start of several RP threads that unravel over the course of the next few episodes. Also, the cliffhanger at the end of this one jumpstarts the endgame in a big way.

7. Episode 57: Duskmeadow. This was a really unexpected episode watching live, because the entire cast had been out doing interviews about CR all day and then came straight from that to this, so it’s a wonder anyone was coherent. And yet, true to form, we get Matt playing a dozen different recurring characters expertly, we get the long-awaited confrontation between Vax and the Raven Queen, we get a bunch of other wonderful character beats, and we get one of the most genuinely startling cliffhangers in the show, with a callback that stretches 36 episodes.

6. Episode 49: A Name Is Earned. The first half is a really archetypal low-risk fight for this show in that it showcases each of the characters’ strengths and weaknesses, often in hilarious ways–Keyleth accidentally disarming a trap, Percy attempting to hit someone with a lance and finally giving up and just shooting him, Vax stealthing by sinking into the snow up to the tips of his ears, Vex sending Trinket barrelling out as a cannonball. It’s a good time. And the sphinx’s puzzle is wonderfully fun and just complicated enough to keep everyone guessing–on rewatching, it’s great to see how Matt manages to drop hints without being too obvious about it. And, of course, the utterly heartbreaking moment where the whole Craven Edge arc comes to a head with Grog accidentally hurting Pike… oh man. So good.

5. Episode 63: The Echo Tree. The climax of the Feywild arc wound up being the payoff for a lot of character beats for Vex, and I’m not sure there’s been a villain who so easily and immediately got to the root of a character’s insecurities. Matt having this baddie incorporate the details of a short story that Laura wrote about Vex was vicious. It’s also so impressive that he was able to create a character who immediately brought up all of Vex’s insecurities and worries about putting her friends in danger, about being cruel and unwanted and never belonging, and there’s still that horrible guilt when she finally does fire on him. The sequence between Vex and Sondur is phenomenal.

4. Episodes 43/44: Return to Vasselheim/The Sunken Tomb. I’m counting this one as a two-parter because it features the same guest stars and makes up a pretty coherent little standalone. Absolute goofiness with amazingly funny little interpersonal moments between party members, guests, and NPCs; I’m a big fan of any time we get to see VM from an outsider’s perspective, and Zahra and Kash’s perspective is just the right mix of fond and sardonic. We get an oddly sweet after-school-special Grog moment, we get a beholder fight… and then we get everything going just unfathomably wrong in the last thirty minutes, completely out of nowhere. Half the party’s character arcs shifted permanently because of one failed saving throw.

3. Episode 89: Curious Tides. There aren’t a lot of recent episodes on this list, just because I generally only get to watch ‘em live and so they kind of all blur together and it becomes tough to remember specific episodes. But this one stood out. Any episode that can balance the extreme of a ritual that involves promising one god you’ll dedicate your life to killing another with the extreme of a well-meaning robot sketching the entire party while they’re sleeping? It’s a good time. Intense foreshadowing of some of the plot to come alongside hilarious (and wonderfully soothing) downtime shenanigans.

2. Episode 40: Desperate Measures. The completely world-shattering shift in the previous episode was startling enough, but it’s a testament to the RPing chops of the players and DM that they took the time to carefully play out the consequences of that change. What do you do when all the major population centers are being destroyed and any attempts to fight back are squashed? How far are you willing to go for a slim chance to instantly reverse what was done? Everyone in this episode is hurting and confused and frightened, and that comes across so well in the ways they lash out at each other. Despite the absolute crushing bleakness of the situation, this episode lays the groundwork for the emotional and plot-related beats of the next fifty episodes in the form of a tattered, piecemeal sort of hope.

1. Episode 52: The Kill Box. It’s one big battle, it should by rights drag out, but it’s so good. Every single member of the cast is so invested (Travis: “I can feel my heartbeat in my face…”), and it isn’t often that the party manages to catch Matt off-guard in a combat situation, but in this episode they just keep managing to surprise him again and again and again. And even their clever strategizing wouldn’t have been enough to save the entire party from the very real threat of a wipe once things start going sideways, if it weren’t for an absurd series of natural twenties to save the day. There have been a lot of mega-epic battles on this show since then, but none have hit this absolutely unreal combination of strategy and luck. This is the game-y part of the show at its absolute best.

Storm

I’m sorry about this…blame my shower this morning.

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The sound of her cries woke Harry up from a somewhat-unsettled sleep. You weren’t beside him in the bed, and he always had a hard time getting into a deep sleep when you weren’t there. The unexpected storm had taken you away for the night to stay with your parents, as they were getting up in age and you were a bit concerned about their well-being (and the stability of their house). Harry was at home with both of the kids and, so far, had experienced a pretty easy night with them.

Until the storm started getting worse.

He could hear the wind howling where he was laying, and it sounded like a train was blowing past the house constantly. The sound of branches scratching down the side of the house from outside was constant and loud. His baby girl’s cries were scarcely heard above the sound of the wind, but they woke him up instantly. He knew she was probably having a hard time sleeping through the storm. He got up and stumbled down the hallway to her nursery, finding that she had pulled herself up into a standing position and was holding on to the bars of her crib as she cried.

As soon as she saw Harry, the cries increased, and she lifted one hand to reach out to him.

“Alright, love,” Harry said, padding over until he was in front of her, “Daddy’s here, don’t worry. I’ve got yeh.”

He reached in to pick her up and take her in his arms, bringing a hand up to rub her back when she instantly clung to his neck and cried into his shoulder. She was only just under a year, and hadn’t experienced any real extreme weather at this point in her life; the noises from outside were foreign and scary for her.

“The wind is scarin’ yeh, isn’t it?” he sighed, walking around the room with her and bouncing a bit to try and calm her, “Yeah, s’not lettin’ daddy sleep very well either.”

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Mafia AUs

Masquerade Ashida

“Just say the word.” came the whisper as Victor stepped close, behind them Yuuri was aware of guns out and at the ready, of confused men and questioned loyalties, here Victor was offering, and Yuuri was too selfish to say no.“Ok.” Yuuri smiled as this game of masquerade came to an end, what would happen now, he didn’t know, he would probably die, his family would come after him and try to put a knife in his back or a bullet between his eyes, none of it mattered, because together they would fight, and the rest of the world would finally burn.

Omerta - Kashoku

Minako had said he was a blessing - that his pockets were deep and Yuuri was lucky to have caught his eye.But Viktor Nikiforov was a curse, and Yuuri finds himself trapped in a world of blood and death where it takes violence to mend what is broken.

Separation Anxiety Okaeri_Kairi

Deep in the dark and unsettling back alleys of St. Petersburg, a network of crime rings and rival families makes up the heart of the mafia that runs the city’s underground. Of these, none is more feared than the Nikiforov family, an infamous group that is said to be led by a man of cold blood and steel. Viktor, the son of the previous boss, knows only too well just how frightening and unstable this man is.He is, after all, married to him.

Offer Me That Deathless Death - marihy

Yuuri was just trying to be a gentleman by walking the red-haired woman home.He hadn’t meant to get whisked away by the top members of the Russian Mafia, he definitely hadn’t meant to get two of the most powerful men in the world trying to kill him, and he definitely definitely hadn’t meant to seduce the pakhan.But now that he’s in this mess, he’s going to fight to the finish.

Kintsugi - witchbane

Yuuri Katsuki is a hitman burdened with a debt he can never repay. His target: Viktor Nikiforov, next Pakhan to one of the most dangerous families in the Russian mafia.When the two are drawn into a treacherous alliance after a mission gone wrong, the bonds of love and loyalty to family and duty begin to unravel—even as they get more tangled up in each other.

A lack of Invitations - AphroditeB00w  

Viktor is ex-Russian mob knife for hire, with a terrifying reputation. Yuuri is a Japanese mob boss. They encounter each other at a party and for some reason, Yuuri is intrigued enough to hire Viktor on.

Settle Down - artemisgrace  

Viktor Nikiforov was born into this life of violence and crime. As the son of a top-dog in the Russian mafia, there was no other path for him to take, and yet, it doesn’t really suit his nature. He seeks an escape, some semblance of a normal life, and in a café on a Wednesday morning, he finds his shred of normality in the form of Yuuri Katsuki.
Yuuri Katsuki is a broke college student, struggling to balance grades, finances, and his passion for figure skating. He would consider his life to be rather plain and uninteresting. That is, until a whirlwind of a man by the name of Viktor blows into his life, and he soon finds himself in deeper than he could ever have predicted.

White Rose - keppokeppon098

Twenty seven years old and unmated. The heir of the Nikiforov Group, Viktor Nikiforov almost died if someone with a black women kimono with white rose pattern hadn’t saved his life. He didn’t know who it was but a white handkerchief which had the same pattern as the kimono would bring him to his savior…And maybe his fated mate.

My Sugar Daddy Can’t Be a Mobster! - PockyofNyanyaland  

Student-athlete Yuuri Katsuki is struggling to balance his training, schoolwork, and expenses. When his roommate introduces him to the lucrative prospect of being a sugar baby, he meets Viktor Nikiforov, an enigmatic man whose pockets run deeper than the Mariana Trench. Viktor wants Yuri at any cost and Yuri is smitten enough to ignore the fact that there is indeed, a gun in Viktor’s pants.In the process of keeping Yuuri safe, his friends don’t notice their own benefactors’ oddities. For instance, Otabek has just signed his first exclusive contract to a teenager with an anger management problem and three body guards. Chris’s lawyer ‘daddy’ spends half his time spoiling Chris and the other half cheating the legal system. JJ’s sugar mama is as supportive as she is psychotic. Guang Hong’s boyfriend’s studio may be a front for illegal weapons trade. And Phichit?Well, Phichit may be their pimp.

Glutton for Punishment - claimthatbooty

Yuuri Katsuki, the secret leader of the largest mafia in Russia, had just ordered him to suck his cock in his office. What could he do to surprise Yuuri more than Yuuri’s ever surprised him?

Hiding in Plain Sight - Rin Asami (TsumetaiHakumei)

How well can you really know someone? The person you’ve spent weeks or months with, could they really be nothing as they appear? Can two world-known figure skaters be, not just superior athletes, but also superior killers for their respective mafia syndicates? Victor and Yuri are about to find out if the other is really who they appear to be or if they’ve been hiding in plain sight the entire time. When the Russian Bratva and Japanese Yakuza collide, how can it not end up in a bloodbath?

The Red Triangle - basedHermes

“Beauty isn’t everything. It’s the only thing.”

On Ice - littlemisslawyer

A skating accident leads Viktor Nikiforov, five time world champion and the current pakhan of the Blue Rose Mafia, to the hands of one very adorable doctor.

Wine Colored Days Warmed by the Sun - Erushi

Yuuri turns to regard him. “You look very young for a businessman,” he says. Victor laughs. “Mine’s a family business, too.” It’s not exactly a lie. Or: The Mafia AU in which Victor’s an heir to the Russian mob, Yuuri just so happens to be visiting St. Petersburg, and there’s a hitman loose in the city.

Teach Me How To Say Goodbye - otayuri_oh_nice

“You fooled me once, Altin,” Yuri said tilting his head lightly to the side. “I won’t make the same mistake twice.” “I don’t understand!” “Sure you don’t, traitor.”
“Traitor?” There it was, that spark Yuri had been waiting for. It was there so briefly he would’ve missed it if his eyes weren’t glued to Otabek’s. But he’d seen it. He was good, but Yuri was better. Obviously. Otabek was chained to the chair and not him.

More Regency AU! \o/

Now I know that so far there hasn’t been much interaction between Tony and Steve and Bucky, but there has been in the background! There have been chaperoned meetings where they make very stilted and awkward small talk. (Natasha chaperones as an alpha for Tony and Clint chaperones for Steve and Bucky. They gossip about how awful the ‘dates’ are going afterward and laugh and laugh.) Steve and Bucky quickly come to realize that Tony really doesn’t have much to talk about. He wasn’t allowed to do much when Obadiah came into power. He was often confined to his room where he read, and when he was allowed out, it was to meet and make nice with Obadiah’s flunkies. On the bright side, this means Tony is very good at dealing with people that he doesn’t like, which is a plus in politics. And Tony is especially well read because of all the time he was locked away with nothing but books for company.

(“Is—is Steven reading?” Sarah whispers, hand going to her chest in shock, because after being a bedridden child with nothing to do but read, Steve hated reading unless he had to. “I had thought he’d become allergic to books.”

“Anthony suggested it,” Bucky replies, amused. “He has little to speak about other than books, so Steven wants to be able to discuss them with him.”

Sarah clutches the string of pearls she’s wearing. “Anthony has gotten my son to read,” she whispers, impressed.)

But onto more angst. On the next morning after his arrival, Bruce approaches Tony with a chalice full of a dark green liquid, and tries to offer it to Tony, but he explains he’s already had his dose. Dry. Bruce raises an eyebrow, then looks at Tony’s plate and opens his mouth, then shuts it again with a sigh and scoops some more cut up fruit onto it. “You’ll take your doses in tea from now on,” he tells Tony, and then wrinkles his nose at the food on the table before he leaves. Tony blushes under the looks everyone’s giving him and barely manages to clear his plate in embarrassment. He eats all of the fruit though. And he obediently drinks the tea that Bruce brings him every morning.

(Sarah raises an eyebrow when Bruce requests an audience with her but accepts. “Is Anthony alright?”

“Anthony?” Bruce asks blankly, before realizing and saying, “Oh! Yes, of course. I actually came to ask about Ton—Anthony’s diet. All of your food is very… rich and hearty. He can’t eat a lot of it. Do you serve anything lighter?”

“I—” Sarah says, surprised, because it never occurred to her that this was something to worry about. “I don’t believe—no, we don’t. Please forgive this oversight. I will have the kitchens provide something lighter.” It pains her to think that Tony has been too uncomfortable to mention that he is unaccustomed to their food and would prefer food from his home country.

Tony has no idea why there are suddenly bowls of crisp garden greens on the table and a bowl of delicate broth at his seat but he eats gladly and for once doesn’t feel like he’s going to throw up after eating. Sarah wants to fuss and put more food on his plate but she has to admit that this is probably the most she’s ever seen him eat.)

Tony realizes his heat is coming up and he’s frightened, but he goes to Steve and Bucky with the information anyway. He waits for them to make their decision, sweat cold and clammy down his back as Steve and Bucky do that thing where they have a discussion with just their faces, lots of eyebrow movements, and then finally they turn, looking contrite, and say that they aren’t ready to bed him yet, especially—especially since Tony still isn’t accustomed to them touching him platonically yet. Tony is both relieved and guilty. So he asks where he should go. And they smile at him, baffled, and say that he doesn’t have to leave just because they’re not going to bed him. But Tony is terrified now, and the next morning asks Natasha where he’s supposed to go, and she raises an eyebrow at him, tells him to just stay in his room. Tony wants to throw up with how frightened he is and seeks audience with Queen Sarah who is bemused because her soon-to-be son-in-law doesn’t have to ask for an official audience with her—but that bemusement turns to horror when Tony bursts into tears and asks where he’s supposed to go, the guards gave him dirty looks when he asked about dungeons and Steve and Bucky don’t want to bed him.

(“Sweetheart,” Sarah gasps, gathering Tony to her chest, clutching at him as he sobs into her shoulder, running a hand through his hair. “Honey, what’s wrong? Take a deep breath, there you go. There now, you’re alright. What is this about?”

“Steven and James don’t want to bed me but no one will tell me where you keep omegas in heat!” Tony wails. “I can’t just go into heat in my room, someone will smell it, they’ll come in and take me-!”

Darling,” Sarah gasps, leaning back, cupping Tony’s cheeks so he has to look up at her. “Why would you think that?”

“That’s what they told me,” Tony explains miserably. “Alphas—they’ll smell when I go into heat and they won’t be able to help themselves-! And I won’t be able to protect myself, I’ll just have to take it. I was—they always put me in a cell away from the other prisoners when I went into heat, so no one would smell me. But when I was asking where your cells were, the guards—they got so mad at me, I—I just want to be a good omega for my future husbands. They won’t want a used omega, why won’t anyone tell me where to go—

“Anthony,” Sarah whispers, heartbroken, using her thumbs to wipe away his tears. “Oh, Anthony, no. No, my sweet darling.”

She holds him as he cries and cries because he’s so frightened and no one will help him, no one understands that he’s scared and wants help even though he’s specifically asked for it, does this mean that no one cares about what happens to him?

And Sarah cries a little as well, because she hadn’t realized how frightened this poor boy had been behind his smiles, and she wonders how many other lies were put in his head about his own body.)

Studio Ghibli & Mr. Miyazaki starters

- suggested by Anonymous and pulled from various films/sources

  • “You cannot alter your fate. However, you can rise to meet it”
  • “A heart’s a heavy burden”
  • “I’ve got something I want to protect - it’s you”
  • “I think we ought to live happily ever after”
  • “Once you’ve met someone, you never really forget them. It just takes a while for your memories to return”
  • “It will protect you. It’s made from the threads your friends wove together”
  • “Nothing that happens is ever forgotten, even if you can’t remember it”
  • “We need to find our own inspiration. Sometimes, it’s not easy”
  • “I make friends, then suddenly I can’t bear to be with any of them”
  • “Here’s another curse: may all your bacon burn!”

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anonymous asked:

Can you write an imagine where you and Justin spend the day in bed doing lazy and cute stuff?

YESSS Omg I love Justin! This is my first imagine on an ask but I don’t think I like it very much

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Originally posted by 13reasonssource

     You woke up tangled in bedsheets, your hair in your eyes and a warm body next to yours. You were partially naked, only in a pair of underwear, but one long arm was stretched out over your chest, covering your breasts. It was Justin, your boyfriend, and he was snoring lightly, his hair a mess of brunette curls on your sheets as he nuzzled his face in your shoulder. 

“Justin,” You whispered slightly after glancing at the clock and seeing the time. It was nearly lunchtime and you had never gone to sleep so late before in your life. “Wake up, sleepyhead.” 

You twisted your fingers through his curls and tugged slightly, causing Justin to groan and open his eyes a fraction. A lazy smile sprung up on his features as he saw you leaning over him, and he stretched his arms out before wrapping them around you tightly and dragging you into his chest before peppering kissed all along your face. 

“Justin!” You giggled, grabbing onto his face and finally giving him a proper kiss. After you pulled away and go onto your knees on the bed, crossing your arms and staring at him. “You told me you were going to take me to the beach today, but I’ll bet all the good spots are taken now because of your persistent late night activities!” 

Justin laughed and ran a hand through his hair while adjusting himself so he was laying on his back with the other hand behind his head. “Don’t act like you didn’t like those activities.” 

You rolled your eyes playfully before memories flashed in your head, causing you to shift. “Yes, but I’m sure the neighbors didn’t.” Justin just chuckled and closed his eyes again. 

“Seriously Justin! Come on, take a shower with me and then we’ll head somewhere.” You shed your undergarments but as soon as Justin neared the door you shut it and took a shower by yourself. 

“Y/N, come on!” Justin whined, opening the door while you washed your hair. He knew not to open the shower curtain without your consent so he stayed by the sink, grabbing his toothbrush and lathering it in toothpaste. “The beach is lame, I just want to stay here and be with you.” 

“You had me all last night, Justin.” You said while rinsing yourself off of strawberry scented bubbles. 

“That’s not enough, babe.” He said around his toothbrush. He walked over and tapped the curtain. You made a noise of consent and he pushed it open before climbing in. “I want to be with you not just sexually. I want to watch your favorite movies and feed you your favorite snacks, and I want to lay with you and breath in your delicious scent.” 

Justin had a mouthful of toothpaste but you understood him clearly. Your heart warmed at the thought of what Justin had just said, and when you had first met him at Monet’s you never would’ve guessed he would be this kind of cheesy. 

“Okay, Justin.” You smiled, but it quickly faded when he spit out the toothpaste that nearly hit your foot. “Oh, grosss, Justinn!” 

Justin let out a barking laugh as he washed his mouth out before you grabbed his toothbrush from his hand and stepped out of the shower. He started to wash himself as you dried yourself off. Who knew that having your own apartment to yourself was the best thing ever? No sisters to walk in on you and beg for the restroom, no parents walking in during intercourse with Justin. Just you and Justin. Because nothing else really mattered at the moment or at any moment. 

When Justin was done showering and you were both fully dressed in pajamas (you were actually in one of his shirts and a pair of socks) you ran to the kitchen and started up the microwave. 

“Kettle corn or buttered popcorn?” You asked Justin when you heard him enter, standing on the tip of your toes to look at the boxes you had. Justin walked over and picked you up from behind so you had a better view. 

“Are you kidding, Y/N? Is that even a question?” 

“Kettle it is then.” You grabbed the box before Justin set you down, going to grab some candies from a bowl you had. 

“You know all of this candy isn’t healthy, right babe?” Justin asked while stuffing skittles in his mouth.

You stuffed the bag of kettle corn in the microwave and pressed a button before turning to him. “It’s only unhealthy if you eat it. I haven’t touched that stash since last Monday.” 

Justin closed his mouth and then narrowed his eyes, nodding while pointing at you. “You right.” 

~

Three hours later you two were laying in bed while letting music play in the background, just laying in each others arms. Your head was on his chest while one leg was laying over his torso and he was running his fingers through your hair. 

“I love being like this with you, Y/N. I just can’t get en-” 

“OH MY GOD!” You gasped and then jumped up, causing Justin too as well. He looked frightened but when he saw you run to the radio and turn it up he rolled his eyes. 

“Really, Y/N?” 

“Shhh, it’s System of a Down.” You hissed as the intro to Toxicity played loudly. 

“You really surprise me with your music taste.” Justin sighed, watching you play air guitar. 

You jumped onto the bed as the chorus came on, flipping your hair and bouncing on the soft mattress.”DISORDER! DISORDER! DISORDEERR!” 

At first Justin was pushing at your ankles, trying to trip you, but then he joined you. He stood up and threw his head around, pretending as if he were playing the drums. Soon the mattress was creaking under the weight of the two of you jumping on it. 

“Y/N, you’re changing me!” Justin panted when you two were done, throwing himself on the bed. You followed and gave him a questioning look. “I used to hate rock, chick flicks, and kettle corn.” 

You returned to the position you two were in before, looking up at him with a smile. “Is that bad?” 

“No, I’ve never felt better in my life.” 

“Even when I was throwing skittles trying to get them in your mouth and you accidentally choked on one?” You laughed lightly. 

“Even then, baby.” 

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HOPE YOU ENJOOYYYY

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INTERROGATION

(short story from readers perspective)

SYNOPSIS - Negan accuses you of letting Daryl out of his cell, and punishes you brutally. Only to find out that it was never you who freed him after all.

WARNING - swearing, violence, brutality

Word count - 1,916

A/N This is just a short story I came up with and wrote down during work (oops) I hope you enjoy

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You were roughly pushed into a small room, and forced to sit in an old wooden chair in the centre of the grey concrete floor. A bright halo of light was switched on above your head, making you squint.
Once your eyes adjusted and were able to focus again you saw none other than Negan slam a small stool in front of you and sit on it in one swift motion.

His face held anything but a pleased expression, the muscles in his jaw tightened and the veins in his neck were very prominent. Whatever you had done to make him this mad you knew it wouldn’t end pretty.

Seconds ago you were outside pruning some roses and humming ‘Moon River’, when all of a sudden two men grabbed you and silently dragged you inside the sanctuary.

“Afternoon doll ! And how the fuck are we ?” he bellowed with a loud clap that created an echo. You didn’t reply as confusion completely hindered your ability to speak.

“Speak when you’re fucking spoken to” he growled.

“I’m okay” was all you could squeak out, in actual fact you weren’t okay at all, you were very much frightened. And he knew that.

“Okay? Well hold on to that while you fucking can doll because things are about to get real fucking ugly” he spat as he got closer to your face. That was the thing about Negan, he was very much the alpha. And used dominance to his advantage, one method being invading people’s personal space.

Your breathing began getting heavier, why were you being treated like a criminal in an interrogation room. What had you done ??

“As you know by now I don’t enjoy killing women, men ? I can waste them all the live long. But at the end of day Y/N my dear, this was your mistake” he said matter of factly.

“Wait, what the hell is this ??” you said as the feeling of panic grew stronger in the pit of your stomach. Negan stood up and removed his leather jacket, then picked up the stool and threw it out of the room causing a loud clatter.

“This, is fucking punishment” he finished as one of Negans men threw a hard punch connecting to the side of your head causing you to fly out of your chair and on to the cold floor. Blood instantly began pouring out your head once it had hit the ground, the impact immediately splitting the skin open on your skull. Before you could react you were yanked up by your hair and put back in the chair.

“WHY DID YOU LET HIM OUT ?!” shouted Negan in a deep gruff voice.

“Let who out ?!” You cried, your response earning another hard blow to your face. This time causing your nose to profusely bleed. Your vision began to blur as you began to cry, your face was wet from the cocktail of blood and tears that poured out of you.

Negan stood in front of you as two of his men beat you senseless, what a coward. Getting others to do his dirty work for him.

“ADMIT TO ME THAT YOU FUCKING LET DARYL OUT !” he shouted in your face. His breath creating a layer of condensation to add to the moisture on your face.

“I’m not admitting to something I didn’t do !” You yelled right back, causing his expression to fall into a neutral one.

“I am being very reasonable with you girl, trust me I’m being the good cop here. And honey you really don’t want to meet the bad cop, Lucille is very excited to fucking greet your sorry ass.”

You’re heart sank, Lucille was his baseball bat that he covered with barbed wire. The unfortunate soul who would fall victim to Lucilles wrath at the hands of Negan, would ultimately meet a violent and fatal end. You recall hearing talk about Negan smashing two peoples skulls in a few weeks back, his constant bragging of the ordeal showed you how little remorse he felt after.

“Negan I swear to you, I would never have any reason whatsoever to betray you. You gave me a home, and the closest thing to normal life again. Why would I ever risk all of that. I don’t even know who this Daryl guy is !” you poured out, every word you spoke was the gods honest truth.

“In any other fucking circumstance doll, I would fucking believe you. If it wasn’t for finding this fucking bad boy tucked away safely between your mattress and bed frame. Care to fucking explain this ?” he said as he showed you a small note saying ‘Thanks Y/N, I owe you one !’ You’d never seen that note in your entire life.

“Negan I’ve never seen that before, someone’s framing me !” You said in hysteria.

“DON’T FUCKING LIE TO ME ! YOU ALL KNOW HOW MUCH I HATE FUCKING LIERS !” he screamed as he shot up from his squatted position all the way to his full height.

“I’m not lying ! Why would I lie to the man who saved my life ?!” You cried further as fear practically radiated off of your body.

“Don’t fucking start with that bullshit again doll, the whole ‘guilt trip’ subdivision doesn’t work with me, this ain’t Hamlet. You’re a nice girl and all, and you’re sure as hell smoking hot. But like I always say…NO EXCEPTIONS !” You were then picked up by one of his men and thrown on to the floor, you felt your arm shatter beneath you at impact. You endured at least thirty to forty minutes of endless beatings by all three men. That was until Dwight came to the door requesting Negans attention.

“Can’t you fucking see I’m busy here Dwighty boy” said Negan breathlessly.

“It’s important sir” said Dwight, his voice held a hint of urgency as his eyes darted back and forth from Negan to you.

“This better be fucking good” he muttered as he wiped his bloody hands with a cloth as he left the room.

“Don’t finish without me !” He called back to his men

With your eyes barely open, you saw Negan by the doorway. Dwight was out of sight but you could see them converse, Negans eyebrows turned to a frown. You saw him talk, his face still holding a confused look. You then saw his eyes widen as Dwight showed him a piece of paper- possibly a picture of some sort, he looked at you and then back at Dwight. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say a wash of realisation and maybe a hint of dread went over him.

“Alright, thanks Dwight” said Negan as he finished his discussion and walked back in.

“Get her to the fucking infirmary, now” he instructed as he brushed his fingers through his hair and grabbed on to a clump. He sounded almost panicked.

Both men on each side picked you up gently, your arms rested around both their necks and they walked quickly past Negan, you felt the ache of your obviously broken arm but you had no energy to complain. Your legs numbly dragged along the floor like a worn rag doll, and your head slumped low. Within minutes they entered Dr. Carsons office and laid you down on the examination bed, you could barely see a thing with both of your eyes practically swollen shut. The lingering taste of copper layered thickly on your tongue and throat, from the blood pooling from your nose into your mouth. Your chest felt bruised and you couldn’t feel either of your arms, you dreaded hearing the damage Negan and his men had caused you. You knew it would be bad.

“What the hell happened ???” You heard Dr. Carson say in utter shock.

“Never mind what fucking happened ! Just fix her, direct orders from Negan” said one man.

“O-Okay umm. Excuse me ma’m, can you hear me okay ? Lift one finger if you’re able to hear my voice” he said calmly.

You used all of your might to lift up your index finger, eventually succeeding.

“Okay, patient is responsive” You heard him mutter to himself as he jotted something down.

“Now, I’m going to gently remove your shirt to asses your body for any internal damage” you then heard him begin to cut your shirt off of your body with scissors to avoid any further internal injury.

“Jesus Negan…” You heard him mumble to himself, it was clear to him from the get go that it was Negan who had done this. The sheer brutality of the beating was shown on every inch of your skin, you were covered from head to toe in bruises. Your eyes were black and blue, and your lip was split and swollen to an impressive size. Dr . Carson was horrified to say the least, he began his work of examination. He’d concluded that you had internal damage to your right lung, two of your ribs were cracked and one was completely shattered. The bone in your left arm was a clean break, “like a celery stick” described Dr. Carson. Your collarbone was fractured along with a few of your fingers, not to mention the countless cuts that covered your body.

Dr. Carson sighed, obviously still dumbfounded at how badly hurt you were. He was heartbroken at the state Negan had left you.


“You’re so lucky your still alive, sweetheart…”

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“Will she be okay ?” You heard a voice say as you woke up in a bed.

“She’s stable, I’m going to be honest though Negan it was touch-and-go. I’m surprised she’s still breathing” said Dr.Carson. Your ears perked up when you realised Negan was in the room, you made sure to still stay “asleep”. Why the hell was he here ? Why the hell had he sent you to Dr.Carson ? What kind of punishment is beating someone and then rushing them straight to medical care ? You were so confused, frightened, and emotional. You didn’t want to be anywhere near Negan if you had the choice, you don’t know who let this Daryl guy out. But you were very much offended and hurt that someone framed you, leaving you close to being 6ft under.

“How long will she be bed bound ?” Asked Negan.

“It’s hard to say, from a medical guess I’d say at least three months” he said in brutal honesty.

“Three fucking months ???” Said Negan completely shocked.

“I mean look at her Negan, you’ve left her in pretty bad shape. Three months at least, and that’s assuming she can even walk” replied Dr. Carson.

“God fucking fuck” muttered Negan as you heard him start pacing back and forth.

“I’ll be in the laboratory if you need me…” Said Dr.Carson quietly as you heard his footsteps start getting quieter, followed by the sound of who you can only assume as Negans footsteps getting closer to you. To your surprise you felt his hand gently hold yours, as far as he was aware you were still out cold. Little did he know.

“I’m sorry Y/N….I should have believed you” you heard him whisper. Nothing would ever possess you to even consider forgiving Negan for what he did to you, if you had the energy you’d have yanked your hand away from his as fast as you could. But one thing that did please you, is that there was a sound of genuine remorse in his voice. Something that you thought had never existed in Negan.

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Ivar x Reader

Warnings: Alluding to abused Reader, Protective!Ivar, Posesive!Ivar


“You, where is my daughter!” Your mother bellowed, looking up at the Ragnarssons as they lazed about outside the main hall. Ivar could hear Sigurd snickering next to him as the angry woman glared at him.

Everyone knew Ivar was fond of you, in fact no one dare came near you or lay a hand on you lest Ivar find out, which amused Sigurd because anyone who wanted you would simply look for Ivar.

“I do not know where (Y/N) is, perhaps you should keep a closer watch over her.” Ivar drawled and your mother turned a faint shade of red.

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One Time..., LMM/Reader

Prompt: Lin is an upbeat theater camp counselor. You are anything but.

Words: 1,350

Author’s Note: I love anything to do with a young Lin, so this fic was basically a #dream. (One time, at theater camp…) In researching this I found out Lin and Bradley Whitford (Josh from West Wing) went to the same college. Wesleyan is breeding my favorite people, apparently. Technically not Sunday for me yet but everyone else is posting so let me jump on this train.

Warnings: Nah.

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“Y/N, look at my mask!” Ashley, an eight year old first year camper, skipped up to you to show off her sloppy painting job, beaming with pride.

“Wow! Interesting color choices!” You smiled back, which was enough praise for her to return to her seat.

“What, not a fan of Commedia dell’arte?” A fellow counselor questioned, sliding up next to you after finishing his rounds around the room. You’d never caught his name before then, but your mind labeled him Mr. Sunshine.

Simply because it seemed the Sun shined out of his ass.

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anonymous asked:

*slides a tray of cookies* Gavroche volunteering at a children's hospital/orphanage. *moonwalks into the shadows*

Okay but Gavroche basically adopted a whole gang of children in canon so yes this is definitely the modern equivalent 

  • He rocks up to the hospital confidently with no clear schedule and no supervision. The nurses always just assumed he was a sick child’s older brother but they could never put their finger on which kid because he seemed to have a bond with all of them
  • Gavroche can’t afford to bring the children toys like some other visitors but he always has ideas for the most imaginative and mood lifting games
  • Three words that got him kicked out: Hospital bed races
  • On the days he can’t sneak past the hospital reception desk because the nice young intern who turns a blind eye isn’t there, he asks Bahorel to take him to see Feuilly
  • There is always somebody new at the halfway home for foster children that Feuilly volunteers at, and Gavroche’s second favourite past time is introducing himself to the newbies
  • Having been through the system a few times himself, he knows too well the looks of the frightened siblings, the brave faced child whose determined to look unbreakable and the one who seems completely and utterly lost
  • He’s there for the children in a way that seems fleeting and childish. He never sticks around for too long but he’s always there for the fun.It always leaves them with an overwhelming feeling of comfort, and a reminder that even in the darkest times, there can always be a smiling light in the form of good people. 

“Says the actress of her and Joseph Fiennes’ characters: ”[Fiennes and I] are the villains. Suddenly Trump is elected, and all this negative behavior comes to light. I start seeing these parallels between [my character’s] actions and what Trump’s doing. It’s in a weird way an inspiration but also a horrid parallel.“

Yvonne Strahovski photographed April 21 at The Beekman in New York for Hollywood Reporter [x]

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Word Count: 3255

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language, SPN typical violence

Constructive feedback is always welcome and appreciated

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“Y/N/N…maybe we should find a motel for the night.” Dean was in the passenger seat while you drove. You’d practically insisted on driving, hoping that he’d get some sleep and you could have an excuse not to. Every time you closed your eyes all you could see was Michael and Lucifer battling it out using Sam and Dean, killing them both in the process.

“No, I’m good.”

“Y/N…” Dean glared at you, raising an eyebrow. “Look, you haven’t slept in over a day. I’m not stupid, Princess. I know you. You can’t hide that shit from me. We’re stopping at a motel and getting you the hell out of this car.”

“But –“

“I’m not askin’ you to sleep.” Dean said. “I just want to get a room so we can both at least relax a little. That’s all I’m askin’. Alright?”

“Fine.” You huffed a breath and turned down the next road, rolling to a stop in front of the first motel you came across. When you stepped out of the car all your joints were tense. Dean was right, you really did need to be out of the car. You stretched yourself out before turning and walking toward where Dean was waiting on the sidewalk with your bags. He started walking inside as soon as you were next to him.

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Off Colors (Steven Universe)

If Stuck Together is what started a character redemption for Lars, then this episode, along with the one after this one is what fully establishes Lars’ character development that we’ve been wanting to see for a long time and this episode is truly outstanding for both Lars and the introduction of new characters known as the “Off Colors”.

After escaping from Yellow Diamond’s attack, Steven and Lars try to find their way out of Homeworld and end up being spotted by an explosive robonoid.

The robonoid detects Steven’s gem, which causes it to attack and give chase, which makes Lars really afraid.

An arm from below tells them to hide under from the robonoid, being that they don’t have a choice and the stranger reveals to be a conjoined pair of Rutiles, played by Ashly Burch!

Steven and Lars find themselves in a large abandoned Kindergarten and meet other new gems, being Padparadscha, who is a Sapphire who makes late predictions, a Rhodonite being a fusion of a Ruby and Pearl and lastly, Fluorite that is a caterpillar-like fusion of six gems.

The gems refer to themselves as being outcasts or “off color” as the episode title implies and if they were found out, they could get shattered.

Just after, another group of robonoids follows the group in the kindergarten and Steven tells the gems to hide.

Steven reassures to Lars that it’s okay to be afraid and Lars ends up getting scanned by the robonoids, which causes him to be undetected, as he’s organic and not a gem.

Lars ends up protecting all of the gems and stabs a stick into a robonoid, which causes it to explode and throw him hard against a wall, twice!

Steven checks if Lars is okay, until to discover that Lars is actually dead!

The episode ends with Steven bursting into tears, which causes one tear to drop onto Lars’ cheek which starts to make his body glow pink and wakes up with a scar on his eye, not knowing what just happened.

As I’ve mentioned before, this episode and the one after really set a course for Lars getting some much needed character development!

Not only was Lars more aware that he was very afraid of the situations, but he found out that it’s okay to be afraid and ultimately sacrifices his life to save Steven and the Off Colors.

Not only was supposed death really shocking, but even though most of us knew that Lars wasn’t going to get killed off, was it still very gut-wrenching and emotional for both the audience and Steven.

I remember seeing somewhere that Zach Callison leaked a photo on Snapchat that a main character died and this is the episode where it happened, but only for a short period of time.

But what’s even more interesting is that Steven’s tears are able to resurrect life into a color scheme, similar to Lion!

This lets me believe that Lion is actually an Earth lion that Rose Quartz brought to life after it died, which even seemed to be foreshadowed in Buddy’s Book with Rose and her lions surrounding her.

But not only was Lars’ emotional death and redemption the highlight of the episode, the Off Colors group of gems are without a doubt, some of the best characters we’ve seen in the series, yet!

My absolute favourites of the bunch has got to be Padparadscha and a close second is Rutile, only because I love Ashly Burch’s voice and anything she’s in is a major plus, for me.

But the biggest reason why I love the Off Colors is that they show viewers and even kids, that it’s okay to have indifferent character traits, along with physical and mental disabilities and are portrayed as being really helpful and awesome characters!

I like how Padparadscha is still happy for who she is, even though she’s often delayed in what she predicts, which ultimately makes for some really adorable and humourous dialogue.

Rutile, is of course a representation of someone physically disabled, as she mentioned that another Rutile ran away in fear from her appearance.

Many people, including myself can relate to these characters, when being a bit delayed to actions or having a physical disability, so it’s great to see characters like Rutile and Padparadscha getting represented in kids’ shows.

I really like how Rhodonite is often very neurotic and frightened, as well as being a fusion of a Ruby and Pearl, which is something we haven’t seen in the show yet.

Fluorite is a really mysterious and calm Gem, which reminds me of an elderly grandmother like Grandmother Willow from Disney’s Pocahontas, especially with her voice and open mind!

Along with the next and final episode of the Steven Universe “Wanted” event, this episode really serves as a great episode for Lars and introduction to new characters, which makes this a literal “gem” of an episode, as the combination with Lamar Abrams and Jeff Liu ultimately make a great team of storyboarders, but really anything that Jeff Liu boards is always great!

I see some new characters and need to write an episode review on Steven Universe!