what's up with him

shadowstorm36  asked:

So both my friend and I listen to TBS and there is one topic we absolutely can't agree on. That is the topic of Damian. We agree he's probably just lonely but she thinks he's a total jerk and I just can't think that. I think that people just need to be his friend and he'll be fine. Me thinking this way probably stems from the fact that I have actually been empathetic toward Damian's character and I have very little capacity for empathy any other time but I just don't know how to balance this.

You and your friend are not alone in this - Damien is a character that stirs a variety of reactions. This means that some people will be happy with what’s coming up for him and others will not be. But that’s half the fun! 

anonymous asked:

M!A: Matt is going through an existential crisis ((rip in piss Matt))

OH MY GOD! Do you guys just absolutely hate me or something? Is that what this is? Do you come on here and think, oh, I wonder what Matt’s up to today? Anything painful? No? Well, time to toss him in the grinder. It’ll be good for having a quick giggle.

Bloody hell– you know what? I’m going to bed. For real this time. 


tttickingcrocodile  asked:

What if the foxes found out Neil was Nathaniel wesninski a different way? What if the FBI was the first to catch up with him and came to arrest him for multiple counts of identity fraud, obstruction of justice, murder etc...

Oh-ho my god…
This could have been better. I’m satisfied because I’m very very tired rn. Also I’m sure you were hoping for something less like canon but I can’t see them giving Neil up for anything sorry.


Neil knows he’s being followed. He’s spotted the same three people, two men and a woman, circling him at a thirty foot radius all day like vultures. The second he left each of his classes he’d spot them all in quickly succession and they’d follow him to his next class. The back of his neck is damp with nervous sweat and he can’t hold still. His heart pounds each time he sees an exit and he actively /wants/.

He makes it back to Fox Tower still without meeting one of them face to face and he sees Dan entering, he alls put to her and she turns and smiles-

A hand lands on his shoulder.

His muscles tense and he wants to throw up as he turns and gives the female FBI agent his best smile. It feels weak like wet paper.

He hears Dan call out to him and he just wants her to stay /away/, he doesn’t want her to hear this.

“Nathaniel Wesninski,” the woman says crisply, “put your hands behind your back.”

He hears Dan cry out in confusion as one of the male agents comes up behind him and cuffs him. Memories from Castle Evermore roll through him and his stomach curdles.

“You are under arrest for multiple counts of identity fraud, assault, attempted murder…” she goes on and on as his hearing fades out. It comes back in sharp relief a moment later.

“Neil!” Dan calls in alarm and jogs to a stop as the third agent holds out an arm and they all begin walking.

“Where are you taking him-” Dan says and she sounds pissed. Neil doesn’t want her to be pissed. He’s choking on his own anger and fear and some kind of twisted relief, and he just wants her to leave before she hears any of this.

The woman stops staring his charges and inclines her head towards Dan as they all walk.

“We’re taking him with us to be used as a witness against his father,” the woman says. Her voice isn’t particularly unkind but it definitely isn’t friendly.

“Who’s his father? What are you talking about- Neil what are they talking about?” Dan asks as they move toward a nice too-discreet-to-actually-be-discreet black car.

“His name isn’t Neil,” says the man who’d cuffed him with obvious irritation.

“He’s been lying to you. This name is Nathaniel Wesninski and we’ll waive his charges in return for evidence against his father Nathan,” the man says as they reach the car. They open the door and prompt Neil in.

“Neil-” Dan begs and he meets her eyes before the door closes. He doesn’t know what to say, all the facts feel too heavy on his tongue.

“Wait,” he says and the woman holds the door open.

“Call Andrew,” he begs Dan, “let me talk to him.” Dan looks wary, and still confused and angry, but she takes out her phone slowly.

“I got his number from Nicky for emergencies,” she explains with no prompting, probably out of nerves. When it starts to ring she steps forward and holds the phone to his ear.

It’s rings seven times and Neil almost gives up hope but then it isn’t ringing anymore and he can’t hear Andrew’s faint breathing.

“Andrew,” Neil says and his throats feels swollen. Andrew waits.

“I’m sorry,” he says and there’s a sharp intake of breath over the line, “you were amazing.” He pulls his head away because if Andrew speaks Neil knows he’ll fight. He’ll fight and get in more trouble than before, just to give Andrew an explanation, to feel Andrew’s hands on his ribs, to get more /time/.

When he sits back and stares vacantly forward the woman encourages Dan out of the way and shuts the door despite Dan’s protests.


The drive isn’t long and Neil doesn’t pay attention during the drive and as he’s walked into a building. He retreats into his head and is only vaguely aware of his surroundings.

I’m dissociating, he thinks vaguely. It doesn’t seem pertinent and the thought slips away like a leaf in a stream. His thoughts are too fluid and he’s too tired to try and coherently hold on to them.

He’s put in a room, an agent comes in, he ignores them. The agent leaves and he’s alone. An agent comes in, he ignores them and they leave. He’s left alone. It cycles through like that, them failing to pull him out of the fog in his head that prevents him from telling them he wants to cooperate.

Another agent comes in and slaps a heavy file down on the table, jolting Neil enough that his eyes focus on the man and he blinks for what feels like the first time in hours.

“Good you’re alive,” says the man, “and I’m Agent Browning.” Neil blinks at him and then nods slowly.

“Alright,” Neil says, “what do you want from me?”

If the man is startled at the fact that he suddenly seems to be cooperating he doesn’t show it and just flips open the file. Neil sees a picture of his father. This is going to be a long day. Or night. He doesn’t know what time it is anymore.

“Your father has escaped.”


He answers questions, carefully avoiding the Moriyamas and doing his best not to incriminate himself.

Browning leaves him alone again around the time Neil’s throat hurts and his mouth feels dry. He hasn’t touched the offered water.

When Browning comes back he’s frowning, which isn’t unusual but in the past hour(s?) his face has been without expression up to the point Neil opened his mouth.

“Your… team is here,” he says in an almost disappointed voice, “and you’ve done a good job lying-”

There’s a crash and a yell outside the door, followed by gratuitous staring as the door opens and a small angry blond enters the interrogation room. Wymack is the one swearing, standing in the hallway and hissing for Andrew to come back.

Andrew darts around the table to stand behind Neil, a hand on his shoulder and scowl on his face.

“Minyard you need to leave-” starts Browning but Neil snaps, “No.”

Andrew looks at him with nothing akin to surprise. Only his apathy shows but Neil assumes there’s surprise in there somewhere from the speed at which Andrew’s head moves.

“I’ve answered your questions,” Neil says heatedly, “and I have nothing else to say. I want to go- I want to go.” He’d almost said home.

“You have nowhere to go,” Browning says rudely and there’s a cry of protest. Everyone’s head jerks to find the door still open and the Foxes crowded behind Wymack.

“Neil will go home!” Matt cries indignantly.

“With us,” Nicky adds, looking at Neil as if he knew what Neil was thinking only seconds before.

“This is not Neil,” growls Browning, “he is Nathaniel Wesninski and he is wanted for /murder/-”

“Wanted for murder which you can’t prove because I have made no inclination to having done it and you have no proof,” Neil point out, “and you already said you’d waive the identity fraud among other things for the information I’ve already given you.”

“Does ‘can’t prove it’ still mean he did it?” Aaron’s voice says in german from somewhere behind Allison and Nicky flaps an arm back to smack him.

“It will be better for Nathaniel to go into witness protection-”

Andrew’s hand clamps on Neil’s shoulder so fast he jumps and so hard it hurts.

“His name is Neil,” Andrew says with finality. His fingers tighten like they’re pressing the name, his name, into his skin. Like the press of a key into his palm.

“And you cannot have him,” says Allison snidely.

“He’s a pain in the ass but he’s ours,” Wymack says with surprisingly little gruffness.

Browning looks at the ceiling and appears to be counting backwards. Neil glances over as he spots movement and watches Aaron come out from behind the taller people and lock eyes on everywhere they’re touching. His eyes narrow.

Neil looks forward again as Browning sighs.

He’ll deal with Ichirou. He’ll deal with Riko. He’ll let these agents deal with his father, at least until they prove themselves inept.

He brings a hand up to cover Andrew’s on his shoulder cautiously. Andrew doesn’t move or twitch so Neil squeezes.

anonymous asked:

Alright that last Logan thing fucked me all the way up. What about messing around with him in a movie theater or something like that??

A/N: smut, NSFW, dirty stuff, yadda yadda 

“Hurry up! it’s about to start!” You hurriedly whispered to Logan. He took the steps behind you two at a time, his long legs making it look effortless. The back row was completely empty- as a matter of fact, the entire theater was almost empty. There was a lone couple towards the front and two or three solo movie-goers. You took your seats and settled in for the picture to start.

It was your turn to choose what you went to see and you had picked a limited release film. And much to Logan’s dismay, there were subtitles involved. The minute words appeared for him to read at the bottom of the screen, he let out a loud groan,

“Would you calm down?”

“You didn’t tell me I had to fucking read during this! I never would have said yes,” he pouted.

“I know,” you said, turning back to the screen. The movie went on for about 20 minutes before feeling his palm on your thigh. Slowly, he traced circles with his thumb, moving his hand up slightly with each circle. “Logan, what are you doing?” you whispered, still not taking your eyes off the film.

“I’m bored,” he whined. He moved his hand up even further, wrapping around your inner thigh. You quickly swatted at the back of his hand, but it had no effect.

“Are you crazy? What the fuck?” you asked him.

“This is not the craziest place we’ve fooled around, Y/N” he smoldered. You let out a small sigh and physically moved his hand from your lap back into his own.

“Put your coat over your lap,” you commanded before he could bellyache about your rejection. He happily obliged, throwing his jacket over him. You waited for him to unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans. Finally, you reached over and freed his already hard cock. You ran your hand once from his base to slit; a soft moan fell from his lips. You continued to move your soft palms up and down his length, his hips bucking slightly every time you adjusted the pressure of your grip. After only a few minutes, his breathing had become move labored, his climax imminent. You traced the pad of your thumb along the slit on his head, gliding around drops of his precum. Thinking quickly, you grabbed some of the napkins you had intended to use with your now cold popcorn. Only a few more strokes and he was coming undone under his coat.

Logan had cleaned up most of his mess, setting his napkins to the side for now.  You stuck you thumb in your mouth, cleaning off the last bits of cum from your fingers. He watched you carefully, his jaw slack. You could see how badly he wanted you right then and there.

“Now watch the damn movie,” you smirked as you once again turned to the screen.

rape being used as a weapon of war is so heart wrenching. it was used during the partition of india, the french used it in algeria, serbians used it against bosnian women, it’s being used right now in syria and what’s so heart breaking is the fact that women choose to commit suicide because of the possibility of being raped. humanity never learns, we really have failed.

Currently working on a Swan Prince!Victuuri AU, and it’s not going so well so have a feathery Victor instead :’3c He’s so pretty, but so hard to draw….

this anime is killing me in more ways than one


When technically you’re the chill friend but your best friend for whatever reason refuses to accept the happiness he deserves smh

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