ok honestly bless fat guys. bless boys with pudgy stomachs and bless boys with chubby cheeks. bless boys with thick thighs. bless curvy boys and bless soft boys. bless big boys who were never good at pe. bless the fat boys who were made fun of in school. if you’re a chubby boy then guess what: you look great today and i love you. your body is wonderful and so are you 🍑🌟❣️✨❤️💫💌
A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry, tag list is closed!) XOXO
The motel door opens quietly and you hear Dean shuffle in, his footsteps easy to recognize. You don’t move, body too exhausted to even roll over in bed and say hi.
Sam has to know that Dean comes to your room every night now. Actually, Dean just goes straight in with you now more often than not, leaving Sam to himself. You’ve never discussed it, but you suspect that Sam’s silence on the matter of you and Dean is his thank you for finally having some privacy on a regular basis.
Either way, you aren’t remotely surprised that Dean is here. You listen to boots being kicked off, a gun being placed on the night stand, and clothes being shuffled off. He’s down to his boxers when he slides beneath the covers.
For those of you who were wondering what Yuuri’s body in Money Shot looks like, here is some art that @quelmdn did after I posted the first chapter. She was amazing enough to let me share here on tumblr when I asked, thank you so much Quel T_T
How The AD Reveal Should Have Gone (Alex's Backstory)
When Alex left her adopted home, she begged/borrowed/stealed/etc enough money to get to the states in order to find her real parents. During this time, she met Wren, and he became infatuated with her. This was 2 years before Ali disappeared.
Alex, at first, thought Jessica was Mary. She visited the DiLaurentis household and explained who she was and the horrible life she had endured. Jessica played the part of Mary, internally freaking out about the amount of chaos Alex’s reveal would undoubtedly cause. She put Alex up in a hotel room while she asked her to be patient as she got up the nerve to explain to her family about Alex’s existence.
At this point, Alex was not aware that she was a twin, let alone that her twin lived next door to her “Mom”.
Jessica immediately went to Peter, and the two of them devised a plan. Jessica would use her authority on the board at Radley to commit Alex as someone with multiple personality. Peter, being genetically related, signed Alex in as “Bethany Young”. They used Alex’s true back story (one which Alex originally had no problem agreeing to) as proof that she had a mental break, complete with accent.
Once Alex/Bethany was in Radley, Jessica kept tabs on her, and after the mind numbing drugs kicked in, would occasionally take Alex/Bethany on outtings. This is when she would insist Alex call her “Aunt Jessica”. This was also why Jessica had told Ali you can “never turn your back on a Hastings”, because she was well aware that she could never share her knowledge of Alex’s existence, and if Ali had ever seen Alex, she would think she was Spencer.
There were a few times that Alex/Bethany was able to escape.
(photo credit to PLL Theories)
The first time was Ian’s Halloween party. While there, she overheard Noel talk about his and Ali’s plan to scare the girls. At this point, she hadn’t yet seen Spencer. Alex had fuly intended to severely hurt/kill Ali in that abandoned house, though Ali was stronger that she thought. Once the girls were freed from the locked room, Alex finally saw Spencer and she seethed with rage. She realized the true reason behind Jessica betraying her, and instead of leaving town, as she had originally planned, she opted to go back to Radley and devise a new plan.
Before she did, she befriended Ian, who was a member of the NAT club. At that point, she both flirted with Ian, as well as paid him with money provided by Wren, and convinced him to film Alison and her friends. He didn’t understand why “Spencer” wanted to be filmed, though Alex incorporated it as part of her flirting, telling Ian she wanted to see how Ian saw her in his eyes.
Alex’s first priority, however, was still hurting Ali. Alex/Bethany would never forgive Jessica for having her wrongly commited. She starts writing to Ali, although when Ali visits Radley to see her, Alex has her roommate(Kimberly Brown) pretend to be “Bethany”. Ali, being the mean girl she was at the time, enjoys playing with her new toy.
When Ali begins to get “A” messages (from Mona), she begins to wonder if it isn’t Bethany sending them. She antagonizes Alex/Bethany through letters and “visits”, making things even worse than the already are. At the same time, Ali isn’t completely certain that “Bethany” is behind the threats, so after receiving the lipstick note on the mirror, she devies a plan to either expose Bethany or have her take her place.
Ali drops of an exact duplicate of her outfit at Radley, with a note for Bethany to escape and come meet her so they can finally work things out. Ali figures she and Bethany can either hash things out for good, or that if someone is trying to kill her, having Bethany run around dressed as she is hedges her bets a little bit in case it is someone else threatening her.
At this point, Alison believes that the other Liars are innocent, and not the ones leaving messages. That said, she can not have them in her way for all that is about to go down that night. So, she drugs them.
Meanwhile, Jessica receives a phone call that Alex/Bethany has escaped. She freaks out, and forbids Alison from leaving the house at all.
Spencer and Ali argue. Ali walks back towards her house and Spencer walks towards the woods/house. Melissa hears heard the argument between Ali and Spencer, as do the girls (Aria, Hanna, and Emily), in a drug induced haze. The girls arrive in the bushes in time to see someone dressed like Ali, hit Alison. Mrs. D also sees Alex hit Ali from the window. Mrs. D rushes from the house as Alex runs away. The girls, again drugged, begin to chase Ali’s assailant.
Mrs. D, believing Ali dead, buries her. Mrs. Grunwald pulls Ali from the grave. The girls, chasing Alex through the woods, finally lap back around to the gazebo area and attack Alex. As they begin to attack her, they start to hallucinate that it is Alison, and finally stop. They leave Alex’s lifelss body in the gazebo area, and Melissa stumbles across it. Seeing only the clothes and hair, Melissa thinks Spencer killed Ali, and buries her to hide the evidence.
At this point, Alex’s roommate, Kimberly Brown, who had escaped from Radley with Alex, leaves their meeting spot and comes looking for Alex to figure out what is taking so long. She sees Melissa burying Alex, and as soon as Melissa leaves, she digs out the grave and saves Alex.
As it turns out, this was the worst mistake Kimberly could have made. Alex, now set on burning down everything to do with Spencer, and the other liars, kills Kimberly Brown on the spot, switches clothes with her, and buries Kimberly in the grave. That way, when her body is found, no one will expect she is alive and able to exact revenge. At this point, Alex still believes she has killed Alison.
Mona sees Ali walking along the road, sends her out of town. Ali knows for sure that someone is out to kill her, and that her Mom buried her without hesitation. There is no reason to stay.
Alex then spends the next year devising a plan to get revenge on the liars for trying to kill her. She enlists Wren to start dating Melissa, to get his way into the Hastings trust, and to learn more about Spencer. As it turns out, Wren starts falling for Spencer, which only makes Alex hate Spencer more.
She starts communicating (electronically) with Mona, Lucas, and Jenna, who she learned from the NAT tapes had hated Ali as much as she did, as was also picked on by the liars. When Aria returns to Rosewood, Alex gently nudges Mona to start sending A messages to the girls again. She tells Mona that she will be an outcast agin, now that the Liars will be together again. In essence, she sets Mona free on the girls to torture them, knowing at some point she will escalate the game to her own level.
When she notices the DiLaurentis house is sold, and that workers start to dig around the gazebo area, she knows she will need to get ahold of that body to switch around medical records. “Bethany Young” has to remain dead, or Jessica and/or Peter might start searching for her. She pays off some cops and people in the morgue and is able to alter paperwork, and steal the body.
She noticed Jessica and Charlotte together, and eventually figures out how Charlotte fits in to the story. When she first approahces Charlotte, Charlotte does not believe her. She thinks it is Spencer trying to figure out where Ali is, if Ali is alive, and that she still wants to find her and hurt her. Once Alex gains Charlotte’s trust, and Charlotte realizes how awful Ali was to Alex, Charlotte becomes a double agent, though doesn’t immediately tell Alex that Ali is still alive. (Alex is still wondering what happened to Ali’s body)
Alex tries to burn the girls to death in the lodge fire, and that is the night she realizes Ali is still alive. However Ali goes immediately back into hiding. Alex then spends Season 4 trying to find Ali, and using the Liars to do so. It is Alex that kills Mrs. D, and Mary takes the fall for her (as she did for Spencer with Eliot) Once Alex heard thought Mona (via Shana) that the girls found Ali, Alex knew that Mrs. D that had to die, because Alex couldn’t have Mrs. D spilling the secret that Spencer had a twin.
Alex has also realized that Charlotte had been lying to her about Ali, and that is why Charlotte agrees to “take the fall” as Big A- to protect Alex. Season 5 up to Charlotte’s reveal is about laying the groundwork to have Charlotte take the fall with everything wrong done towards the girls. At this point, Alex is mostly done with revenge, and just wants to live her life out with Wren, Mary, and eventually Charlotte (once she is released).
Then Charlotte is killed, and Alex is denied her family. She thinks one of the Liars did it, though doesn’t know which one. She enlists the help of Mary, Eliot (Charlotte’s true love), and Wren to help figure out who killed Charlotte.
Then… Alex starts to fall for Toby. While Alex had never really been jeaous of Spencer’s life before (I mean, who would with Peter as a father?), she did start to covet Toby. There were two problems here- Yvonne and Wren. Alex believed she could deal with Wren, though Yvonne would have to go. Therefore, she set up the car accident, and while Toby was knocked out (and before help arrived) further injured Yvonne so that her injuries were mortal.
Next, she had to convince Wren that she would kill Spencer, and take over her life, allowing her to be with Toby. This met with more resistance than she expected, and she eventually killed Wren, worried that he would tip Spencer off. Alex knows she is playing the long game with this, and uses Aria and Ezra’s wedding (with Toby’s return) as her in to fully take over as Spencer and work toward getting Toby back.
As for Mary, it could go either way as to whether she knew Alex’s ultimate plan to take over as Spencer until the very end. I am going to say that until Spencer was kidnapped, Mary did not know, and by then, it was too late.
<b>Mom:</b> you need to lose weight<p/><b>8 y/o me:</b> No, I'm fine<p/><b>Mom:</b> you should cut back on the sweets<p/><b>10y/o me:</b> No, I'm grand<p/><b>Mom:</b> you'd look so pretty of you were skinny<p/><b>12 y/o me:</b> MOM! Please stop I dont want to<p/><b>Mom:</b> Fine<p/><b>13 y/o me:</b> Mabye I am fat.<p/><b>Current me:</b> Starts restricting & purging.<p/><b>Mom:</b> You've been losing weight, I wonder what triggered this?<p/></p>
Warnings: Smut and LOTS of it; a bit of drama too. There’s a lot of everything going on here so you might pick your blanket because this is also long af.
Summary: When Jane leaves Thor, in your heart you know he should stay with you, but as time goes by, his brother realizes that there is more to it.
A/N: I need Jesus, and when you finish reading this, you’re gonna need him too. My characters know they need Jesus, so that should tell you something. Feedback? It won’t hurt!
You poured some shampoo on your hand and gently
started to massage your scalp with it. “So,” you started feeling the soft foam
form in your hair, “I got a call from your brother yesterday,” you let the warm
water run down your soapy self as you awaited for your boyfriend’s answer.
“Really? Thor knows how to make a phone call?”
Loki snickered from the toilet seat. “Well, that is quite the surprise,” he
shook his head.
“The thing is that he broke up with Jane just a
few days ago and even though it wasn’t a lot, she’s given him some time to move
out,” you casually said trying to elicit some kind of reaction from his
uninterested being. “He’s really bummed, y’know?”
“I bet,” Loki pondered, “I’d be utterly
destroyed if you dumped my ass,” he conceded, “but why are we talking about him
“Well, I’ve been doing some thinking about it
and… I wanted to ask you if he could stay here for a while,” you stuck your
head from the end of the curtain and looked at him innocently. “I kinda owe him
that…” you bit your bottom lip.
“How so?” He ran his fingers through his ebony
“When SHIELD first sent me to the States I
ended my renting contract with my landlord and I moved there, and when the
agency died after the whole Winter Soldier thing I realized I had no home to go
back to; Jane was still there and when your brother came to earth he stayed
with her, so he asked Jane if I could live with them until I got my own place…”
you sheepishly said as you rinsed the shampoo from your head. “I stayed there
with them for like 4 months, so maybe he could stay here for that same time
too, if you don’t mind,” you broke it down. “Can you pass me the towel,
please?” You reached out your arm and he handed the soft cloth.
“What about our life?” He asked in a concerned
voice. “I mean let’s face it, love; we are not the quietest ones and Thor isn’t
either; he snores like a chainsaw,” he pointed out.
“Yeah, but we’ll have to be a bit more quiet
and just… hold on?” You drew back the curtain and got out with Loki’s help.
“Let me return him the favor, it’ll be for just a little, okay?” You looked at
him with puppy eyes, it always worked with him. “Can we?”
“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he shook his
head and unmade the towel, making it fall onto the humid tiles. “I might
consider it,” he effortlessly lifted you in his arms, making you wrap your legs
around his waist, “but only if you bribe me,” he mischievously smiled and
headed for the room.
And just a few days after that, Thor was
setting up this few belongings in the spare room of your apartment. He was really
embarrassed for having to ask you that. He knew he was invading your privacy
and your couple life with Loki, but he really didn’t have much choice or
friends in the United Kingdom.
“It’s okay, big guy,” you placed a hand on his
shoulder when he sat on the bed in defeat. “I know it hurts and all, but…
you’ll be fine eventually, give it some time and you’ll see how things turn
alright,” you shrugged lightly, “besides you’re living with us now, we’re gonna
have fun!” You smiled widely and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. He
rested his head on your chest and wrapped his arms around your waist. “Now
come, and we’ll ask for something to eat for dinner,” you said.
Who was it that decided that Joss Whedon was the ideal male feminist? Or that he was a feminist at all?
Because dude has some serious issues with women that have always been visible in his work (like he always needs to subjugate women onscreen with violence or misogyny before they can gain their true strength) and I’m honestly worried about the track his Batgirl will take.
Plot: The reader is kidnapped, left alone in utter darkness. Once the day of her auctioning comes, she’s given to the head of one of the worlds most powerful gangs, Jungkook. She was nothing but a gift to him. But her little soul turns out to have the power to turn the tides in the worlds angriest ocean. And it turns out, Jungkook isn’t the only man whom eyes have settled upon her.
“Close your eyes.” He whispered, his breath tickling the fine hairs on my ear as they stood to attention, making an almost unbearable shiver rake down my spine.
I nodded, letting my eye lids fall shut to his command, the abundance of sight making my nerves jolt in curiosity of what was to come next. What my outcome will be.
His lips trailed down my exposed neck, delicately brushing across the expanse of skin until his hands joined in, running along my sides before they met my shoulders, pushing me down on the bed.
I sucked in a breath at the sudden forced movement, making sure my eyes were kept shut no matter how explosive the desire was to take a peek - to possibly seek out his advances meaning. To figure out his motive.
He straddled my waist, his eyes burning into my skull, “Tell me, (Y/N), what are you afraid of?” He asked, puzzling me with such a question in such a situation.
A/N: Steve x reader. I know, right? Didn’t know I had it in me (that sounds wrong. So, so wrong), but here we are. And lets be honest. The man is fucking adorable. And.. ever seen him in a suit? Hot damn. Enjoy! x
You looked up from the files in your lap and smiled, Steve stood next to the couch, holding out a mug to you with a similar smile on his lips.
“Never” you answered, only half-joking and took the mug from him with a soft ‘thanks’. “Why are you up, Cap? Don’t you have an early training session with Sam tomorrow?”
Steve shrugged, “Yeah, I do..” he took a deep breath but didn’t seem to let the air go when he spoke, “but sometimes I just can’t get my brain to shut off. And my mom used to say that a bed is for sleeping, not thinking”
You chuckled softly, “Meaning?”
Steve shot you a lopsided smile, “Meaning, if you can’t catch sleep because you’re thinking too much, get out of bed for a while and try again later”
I did a thing. We’ll see if I can do more before ACOWAR comes out. Below is Chapters 1-4 of ACOMAF in Rhys’s POV and above are the links to those same chapters plus the rest on AO3. Hope ya like!
Summary: Roughly Chapters 1-4 of ACOMAF from Rhys’s POV. It’s mostly a focus on the last two weeks before Feyre gets married with summation thrown in on how his time has been since leaving UtM. Includes her nightmare that opens the book and some lovely chatting with Morrigan the day of Feyre’s wedding.
Hello Feyre Darling
The mountains of the Illyrian Steppes wrought a chill through my bones I hadn’t felt in years.
We flew for most of the day, listening to wherever the shadows at my brother’s back directed us, until at last the sun began to set and we landed in a small clearing between the trees.
They were close. Near enough to sent them on the tendrils of wind that carried their blood and sweat through the heavy pine of the woods. Since my return, I’d lost count of the number of rogue Illyrian war bands I’d had to hunt down and confront. And that wasn’t counting the number Cassian and Azriel had taken care of in my absence.
Today’s hunt felt restless. The outcome had been decided the moment we left the Steppes. These primal encounters never changed even if I spent the hours flying faster towards them hoping they would.
A confrontation. An offering of second chances. Bow down and obey - or pay the debt they owed for the blood they’d spilt, the debt for using fifty years of freedom to push the boundaries however they pleased.
The Night Court would need every drop in the coming weeks that it could spare. Petty disagreements over territory, among other things, wasn’t something I could deal with in the middle of a shift that sought to overthrow the entirety of Prythian.
And once Illyrian alliances shifted, they rarely shifted back.
So in blood, they usually ended.
We threaded through the trees, Cassian and Azriel silently stalking several paces out on either side of me until we hit the gap where the band made camp. It was a small legion, perhaps a dozen or so with their chosen lord in the center. An exquisite gash ran down the center of his cheek. No doubt he had been forced to earn his rank, had likely volunteered for the blood bath.
I wondered what they had done with the bodies, if they’d bothered to bury them properly in Illyrian fashion or had left them to rot in the snow.
Their heads turned in our direction as we neared close enough for them to catch our scent, but by then it was already too late. I held their minds steady from the grip of my power long before the three of us cleared the trees lining the perimeter of their camp.
My brothers strode quietly out from the trees, the swords they’d been gifted at the Blood Rite brandished in their hands in an offensive gesture, ready to strike at a moment’s signal from me.
Slowly, I narrowed my eyes on the newly elected lord and approached, tendrils of darkness trailing in my wake, my wings stretched out wide enough at my back to send a jolt of fear down even the toughest Illyrian’s back.
“Do I need to bother asking?”
My voice was flat, hardly even a question as the lord looked me over once and spat directly at my feet. “Whore,” he cursed and internally, I savored the feel of my mental claws dragging through his mind, undoing every last piece of who he was and would ever become before I let his body fall limp and ragged to the snow. I didn’t even wait. Little impulses of pain trembled along his skin and muscles in those last seconds before he gave up and was no more.
All round me, the forest rang silent save for the bitter, cold wind howling my sins in my ears.
Red splattered in harsh contrast against the snow at my feet, large sloppy drops dripping from Truth-Teller’s blade.
Azriel looked stoically at me as if he hadn’t just shed the blood of a half-dozen men he’d once shared camp with. I often wondered how he managed to lock that darkness away so well.
Slowly, he lifted a brow as snow crunched between Cassian’s heavy boots on my other side.
“Rhys?” Cassian said, dragging my attention down to my hands. They were shaking in a near violent manner.
I grabbed both their hands and winnowed on the spot before they could say another word.
I did not join them at the House of Wind that night for dinner.
There was blood everywhere.
All over the three young fae hooded and kneeling on the unforgiving marble floor, the dagger I watched fall clattering to that same ground, and most especially all over her.
Feyre stood reaching with a trembling hand for the second dagger covered in blood. Her clothes were soaked from merely one kill that shouldn’t have garnered that much evidence of her deeds. It carried onto her hands - her poor, stuttering hands that plunged themselves upon the fae woman singing herself into death’s waiting arms.
Amarantha sat poised on the throne calling Feyre on with praise. It felt disgustingly wrong.
Feyre pulled the third dagger and I knew what to expect as the veil was to be lifted on the final victim. Tamlin would be waiting and then our fate would be in the hands of this small human girl none of us knew. I felt like I was going to be sick even as Feyre questioned whether or not she could go through with one more murder - just one more murder, and we would all be free. Such a steep price to pay for her.
The hood lifted. Silence fell.
The blood stood out in stark relief against the resounding quiet of the room.
Feyre knelt before the third victim - before herself, her ears turned up into two stiff points, her skin smooth and blended into a soft perfection only my own breed possessed. And her body, which had become so long and elegant with its new fae gifted powers, sat strongly before her, beseeching her move forward.
And that’s when I knew where I was.
I saw Amarantha up on her throne because I saw her from Feyre’s eyes and not my own place on the dias where I should have been. This was nothing new. We’d been inside this prison countless times before and always we failed to get out alive.
The words chanted inside Feyre’s mind as a flurry of self-loathing and hopelessness I only ever felt inside myself welled up beneath her skin.
She angled the dagger at herself and my lungs screamed inside of me to stop her as I felt her anticipate the relief that blade could give her. No, no, never -
A relief she welcomed, craved even. It was horrifying to watch, to feel.
And it killed me to think she could see herself that way, in any way other than the determined, resourceful woman I’d met Under the Mountain who had saved us all and lost herself in the process.
“Feyre!” I screamed inside her mind, as violently and brutally as I once had to stop Amarantha from attacking her.
But it was too late.
Feyre thrusted the knife into her own chest and I watched as my mate willingly committed suicide before my own eyes. Somehow, it was a thousand times worse than hearing her neck snap against her will.