why did i go to his site

peachykeen-piggy-prattles  asked:

ok, here's a question that's been with me for years now: so uh, what exactly is the history of the tfwiki? why is it comedic in nature? im not complaining, its just that the tfwiki is so different from all other fandom wikis that i'm curious how it got that way. did it start as a regular wiki before someone added a funny caption as a joke, and it just went from there? or was it always going to be comedic? who created it? why? forgive me if this has been asked before, but google is useless here.

“Teletraan I, the Transformers Wiki” was originally founded on Wikia (then called “Wikicities”) back in May 2005 by a user named Nova81426, with the intention that he and a friend of his would work on it as a hobby. The week after opening up the site, however, the pair were offered a big job opportunity (to take over the running of a comic book store), so their planned project had to be shelved so they could devote their time to that.

Nothing much happened to the wiki for a while, until April of 2006, when it was discovered by longtime Transformers fan David “@itswalky“ Willis. The editing of Transformers articles on Wikipedia itself had been increasingly troubled for some time thanks to the efforts of one particularly terrible editor, so Willis determined to turn “Teletraan I” into the “proper” Transformers wiki as a way to have a good online resource free of that nonsense. He chose to make it a little humorous, and the first few editors who joined him in working on the site - being from a similar era of fandom as him, and sharing a similar sense of humor from being in the same fandom circle - rolled with it.

And y’know, it might’ve ended there, with the site being somewhere these guys had fun while documenting Transformers, but instead it just kept growing and growing as more people joined up to contribute. And as popular as we are for our tone now, back in the early days, whee-OOOH, there were some folk that HATED it, and were really out to get the site! But as our main talkpage still says, “THE FUNNY STAYS,” and eventually history got on our side. :)

To complete this recap of our history and answer the other big question that’s often asked - “why are there two wikis?” - we’ll jump ahead to 2008, when Wikia was in the process of redesigning itself to look less like Wikipedia, leading to the incorporation of an increasingly ridiculous number of ads. You’ve seen what Wikia (or “Fandom,” as they’re call now) looks like these days, right? This was the move toward that. The Transformers Wiki had no time for the talking auto-play adverts that were being shoved into their page layouts, forcing text and images off the screen, and as the Wikia administrators were not willing to compromise on the issue, it was decided that, in order to preserve itself, the site would go independent, moving to its own server, owned by Willis. That was when we were rechristened “TFWiki,” and where we remain today, while the previous Wikia wiki still exists in a largely-abandoned state.

#DateMeBuckyBarnes (Part 20)

Summary: When Hollywood’s heartthrob Bucky Barnes breaks up with his girlfriend, you jokingly tag him in a selfie on Instagram to express your desire to date him. What you don’t expect is a response from the man himself [Modern AU].

Word Count: 960

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A/N: While this story is drawing to an end, we’re still riding the angst train in this series. It feels like a neverending drop, doesn’t it? However, I hope the remaining chapters will bring clarity to everything. 

Originally posted by buckypupbarnes

You remained silent as you slipped away from Bucky’s touch, leaving his pleas unanswered. Succumbing to his wrath once more, you let yourself drift away from the world as you tried to process everything he confessed to you. So much was revealed and you didn’t know how to react, what to think of his situation. If anything, you were confused and shocked and exhausted by all of this, not having the capability to sort out your emotions anymore. Though he thought his confession gave you clarity, Bucky caused more chaos in your muddled thoughts that ever before, causing more questions to arise than answers. 

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more cute boys in makeup 2k17 @therealpigfarts23

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I got bored and decided to try headcannons.
These definitely fall under crack.

Loki headcannons:

-10/10 sass queen

-will vouch for you, but still reek havoc (cos he’s the God of mischief)

-ride or die, he literally would die for you, you’re his world, his future queen.

-takes things to heart, like jokes, does not understand midguardian jokes.

-“knock knock”
-“is there someone at the door,love?”
-“no Loki, it’s a joke ”
-“then what is this knock knock you speak of?”


-literally almost burnt the house down trying to make toast, this poor little bean.

-overly protective of you

-“Loki, they were just walking by”
-“but the way they looked at you, it was suspicious”

-sometimes a little too serious

-like one time you tried to have a pillow fight with him and he got angry because he was wearing his ‘good robes’

-has a tiny bit of hatred towards the sisterly/brotherly relationship you have with his brother Thor.

-thinks it’s a bit cute to watch you try to pick up mjölnir

-keeps close eyes on you, even if he’s not there.

-“Loki why did I find a frost giant in my bathroom?”
-“he’s just making sure you’re fine,love”
-“do you think I’m gonna fucking die from taking a shit?”
-“love I don’t enjoy the harsh language you use”

-he’s a cute smol bean.but so are you.

-he seems tough, but in reality crushes under pressure.

-like the time Clint was sparring with him and he got upset because of the trash talking Clint was throwing towards him.

-still wants to rule the world, but this time with you by his side.

-even after dating for so long, he still gets a tad bit blushy from kisses or hugs.

-you both are literal couple goals.

-like the way he treats you, it would make anyone jealous at the site.

-did I mention the fact that he would poof you anywhere you wanted to go??

-Paris? Poof
-Japan? Poof
-Russia for some reason? Poof

-his parents literally adore you.

-your fights are probably the funniest thing.

-“since when were defecations holy?”

-trying not to crack up in those types of situations.

-there have been probably no serious moments.

-did you say prank wars?

-like be prepared for never ending prank wars.

Perfect (John Murphy x Reader)

Requested by@no-other-names-availible-blog

Request: Hey I love all of your writing so much! I was wondering if you could do a Murphy imagine where the reader is self conscious, with an average body and love handles and freckles and stretch marks on her thighs. And she is afraid to make a move on him cause she’s scared he doesn’t think she’s beautiful or good enough. But then he finds her crying (oh no!) and they talk and eventually some smutty smut happens and he makes it all about her and keeps asking if she’s okay and stuff, thank you so much!

A/N: I really enjoy writing this, so I hope you enjoy Reading it too. Feel free to send me a feedback.

Warnings: smut


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Perfect (John Murphy x Reader)

You get up, walking away from the fire and all that people celebrating Unity Day. Is not like you don’t like to party, is just… You don’t like to be alone and, as far you could see, the only girl that are alone here are you. And it hurts. So you get up and walk away.

You sit above the stars near to your tent, trying to take away that image of Murphy playing that stupid kiss game of your mind and… Fuck! What have you been thinking? Just because he ask you if you would be there, doesn’t mean he actually care. Or because you always catch him looking in your way, doesn’t mean he is looking at you. How stupid you could be?

Your tears start dropping down and lift your hands to your face with anger, you hate your freckles, you hate you entire body. How you could think he’ll look at you when, even you, would never dare to look to yourself if you were he? Stupid, stupid!

“Hey, Y/N! What are you doing here? I was thinking you’ll came to the party too…” You freeze in your place when you hear his voice, your hands covering your face. God, why now? You wish you could dessapear, you took your hands off your face, trying to look normal. He come close and sit next to you. You try to avoid his glance so he won’t see you was crying, but when he touch you, you knew he alredy notice it. “What’s wrong, Y/N? Why are you crying?”

“I’m not crying I just…”

“Yeah. And I’m a girl.” He try to make you smile but you didn’t. “Look, I know I’m not the favorite person in the camp, but you can talk to me…”

“I don’t want to ruin your night, Murphy. Just go back to the party, I’ll be ok.” You say to him, avoiding his look again, just waiting to him go away. But he didn’t.

“And if I want to stay?” He asks to you and you can’t hold your curiosity of look at him and try to understand what are going through his mind. “What if I want to stay and hear what you have to say, Y/N?”

“I don’t know what to say…”

“Why you don’t start for the reason why you was crying?” He ask looking at you.

“The reason? The reason why, I guess, is because I was feeling lonely.” You say looking to your feets so you don’t have to look at him.

“You? Lonely?” He asks with surprise in his voice.

“Yeah, you know. Everyone seems to have another person and I… You know, it just seems like nobody wants me.”

You couldn’t say how he gets so close to you without you even notice, but he did, and he is holding your face and looking into your eyes with that look… That look that is so closer to anger.

“Nobody wants you?”

“Murphy you’ll not understand that…”

“Yeah, I probably won’t.” He says raising his voice. “I can’t understand why are you siting here telling me the nobody wants you. I don’t understand where you’re coming from by that.”

“Murphy, calm down…” You try do let go from him, but he grab your shoulders.

“I mean… In my eyes I’m somebody, somebody important. And I dare to think that my opionion matters. And I can be a dick in most of the time but I definetly not nobody.” He are on his knees in front of you, holding your shoulders looking right in your eyes, and you don’t dare to move a inch. “So, if you don’t want to hear when I say to you that you matter, listen to me when I say to you that I’m not no one! So don’t say that nobody wants you, because I want you. I think about you everyday. I wonder how you’re doing everyday, because I see how you act when the other girls are next to you, taking her shirts off. I see how you hold your waist instead of take of you shirt too - because is too hot here, and it becomes more hot when we’re working -, but you never do. You never take your shirt off, or your pants, even when you go to the river. And I can’t understand the why when you are so fucking beautiful.” You start to cry again, but Murphy hasn’t finished yet. “So, yeah, Y/N, I care about you and I want you and I’m not nobody.”

You don’t say anything, you just kiss him. You are afraid, but now you don’t because, God, he says he want you and you want him so bad, since the first time you saw him. He was taken by surprise, but soon he’s asking for your permition to put his tongue into your mouth, and you let him. Your hands grabing his shoulder to make sure he’s really here. To make sure that it are really happening.

Time to time he bits your lips making you moan, when he start to slide his hands into you body you grab his hair into you fingers, he hold your waist pulling you more close to him, just to slide, dangerous, his hand in the side of you body until your breasts, and slide them down again. You didn’t think twice before cross his neck with your arms, caressing his back with your nails.

He get up with you into his arms, going into your tent, putting you in your own bed, just to come on top of you. He kiss you again and again and then he stop looking at you.

“Are you sure, babygirl?”


So he leans again and kissing you more hard then before. You cross his waist with your legs, providing maximum contact that you both can have with your clothes on. But when he try to take you shirt off, you hold his hand and he stop the kiss.

“It’s ok, love. Belive me when I say that you are perfect. So fucking perfect that I want you all to me.” He says looking at you again, and you let go of his hand.

When he take you shirt off, he stop moving, he just stare at you, and you feel ashamed, you could bet that your heart stop for a minute, before you move your arms to cover your body. But then, he stops you again.

“No, love. Let me look at you.” He hold your hands above your head, smirking at you while he leans his mouth close to your ears. “Keep them here.” After say it, he start kissing you neck, going to your collarbones and down to your breasts, taking off your bra and smiling agains your skin, with his tongue circulatin your right nipple and his hand holding your left breast. You moan, taking your hands to his hair and feel he smilling agains your skin again. Then he kiss the space between you breasts and joke with his tongue at you left nipple. When he stop, was just to take off his shirt and start going down on you again, kissing your belly, every inch of it. At first you hold you breath but then, Murphy look at your eyes and smile at you. “You are so beautiful. I don’t know why you are ashamed of your body.” And, God, you feel so good listenig it from him.

When he take off your pants, you try to stay calm but, when you feel his hands crossing your thighs, you tensed your body, because you knew that he would feel yours stretch marks, and you don’t want he’d to. But after gave you a look, he leans his mouth in your thighs, making sure he’ll let his own marks on them. When he started to spread you tighths, you close them again.

“No, Murphy.” You say sofly to him. “You don’t need to do that…”

“I want to do that, Y/N. I want to taste you.” He says spreading you thighs again. “And you’ll learn to say yes to me when we come by this.”

And then he start kissing your pussy. And, God, that feel so good that you start to squirm your body and groan, and he stop, just for a moment, to look at you with a smirk on his face, just to start to eat you all again. And you could say that you never ever will feel that good again.

When he start the way back to your mouth, again kissing all your body, you start to think that you should make him feel that good to, so you take your hand to his pants, but he don’t let you touch him.

“No, babygirl, today is about yourself, got it?” He says before start kissing your neck. “I’ll ask it just to make sure: you want me to continue with this? Because if you want to stop, you can say it.”

“No!” You almost scream. “I mean, no… I don’t want you to stop, Murphy.”

“Good.” He sigh before lain his mouth into yours. His fingers working on your clit. “Wait a minute.” He says before get up, taking off his own pants and his underwear. You look at him, but then you look to the roof of your tent, ashamed. “You can look at me, love. I’m not ashamed.” He says smiling at you, and you do what he suggested. You look at him, letting a sigh go out of you mouth, his body is so beautiful and you want him so bad.

When he lains down against you again, he hold you legs, crossing them around his waist, making sure you are in a good position. And then… Then he go slowly inside of you, stoping a little, to make you feel confortable with his size. And when he start to move again, you feel in heaven.

“God, love, you feel so good.”

And for the first time, you actually feel good to him, with his breath beating against your mouth, his eyes connected with yours. He start to move harder into you, touching that spot inside you that make you almost see stars.

“Murphy…” You moan his name.



“Call me John, love.” With this, he start going more and more hard. And you did. Many times. God, you were so wrong. This is definitely the best way, you ever feel.  And when you came, you came hard. Moaning his name louder. And it took him to came harder than you.

“Damn it, Y/N. You so fucking hot!” he groan against your neck. Laying on your bed next to you, pushing you agains his chest. “How you feel, love?”

“Perfect…” You answer to him.

“Good, because it is what you are. Perfect.” He says kissing your forehead. And he don’t need t say it, because you felt it. You felt that he loves you in the same way yo love him.

Serpent’s Girl~Part 1

A/N: Okay, so I was in a quirky mood when I wrote this… you’ll see. The reader acts like I do in my regular life… 

Summary: You follow Archie to Polly’s baby shower

Pairing: Jughead x reader

Word Count: 2564

Warnings: Mentions of death, swearing

Other Parts: Prologue-Part 2-Part 3


Originally posted by kindamainstream

They left me there on the floor of the basement, bleeding. FP found me and called Joaquin to come clean me up. I remember crying and refusing to talk. The two of them cleaned up the blood from both me and Jason, making sure there was no evidence left behind. Jason’s body ended up in the freezer and FP took me to his place. He spent three days trying to get me to talk, but I wouldn’t tell him anything about what happened that night. Mustang had been right, I was a coward.

Eventually, FP left me alone. I moved again and tried as hard as I could to live with what I had done. After weeks of being scared every time something moved, it all began to fade away. The memory was clouded over and seemed almost dream like. Of course, that didn’t stop it from being real, but it made it easier to go about everyday life. Currently, I was the Serpent girl. The girl who wore little, but dark makeup, a leather jacket and had a gang willing to beat you if you messed with her. I was friends with Joaquin, who seemed to be the only kid who had decided to follow his father’s choices in life and become a member of the group. I only knew of a few other kids, including Jughead Jones, son of a one FP Jones, who was a very important serpent. I had lived with FP for a little bit, only after Jughead had left home. I knew FP wanted his son back, but as long as Jughead was gone, there was room for me and he, along with rest of the Serpents, would always open their doors for the orphan that reminded them of their lost friend. Right now, I was living with one serpent who owned a dog named Hot Dog. I always loved Hot Dog, he was like the Serpent’s dog, the same way I was the Serpent’s girl.

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(Jughead Jones x Reader): Forsythe Jones, what the hell is wrong with you?

Summary: Jughead confronts Mr. Andrews about the drive in and reader tries talk to him about it, he tries to ditch her but it doesn’t quite go to plan.

Word Count: 1731

Warnings: swearing and kissing (is that even something that needs a warning??)

Author’s Note: This is my first thing on tumblr ahhh (apologies for any spelling/grammar mistakes)

It was one of those terribly sticky and humid days in the middle of the summer, you’d been hanging out with Archie on his porch and he told you his dad was getting really stressed out because he couldn’t find an accountant for the construction company. You’d gone to the Andrew’s Construction office the next morning and offered to help out.

“Please Mr. Andrews, I’m great at math, I’ve been tutoring Archie since pre-school, let me take the job.”

“(Y/N), you’re not even a sophomore yet, are you sure you’re ready for the responsibility? Don’t you want to spend your summer having fun?”

“With all due respect Mr. Andrews, you hired your son to do manual labor, is it really that far of a stretch for me to sit here in the office and crunch some numbers for you?”

“Alright, if you think you’re up for it I guess you can try it out.”

Jughead had popped into the office unexpectedly, he came in all the time now that you were working here, usually to say hi to you (at least you hoped so, you had to think it was pretty unlikely that he visited because he wanted to spend more time with Mr. Andrews).

You were sitting at your desk with stacks of financial records and account papers littered around you. You smiled at Jughead when we walked in but he seemed preoccupied so you turned back to your work.

“Mayor McCoy says you won the contract to tear down the drive-in,” Jughead said while Mr. Andrews poured himself another cup of coffee.

Mr. Andrews sighed but nodded, “I did,” He replied as he went back to his desk, “Look, I’m sorry Jughead. I know how much you love the Twilight, and so do I-”

“Mr. Andrews, just give me one week to track down the person who bought the land, and convince them not to demolish a holy house of cinema.” Jughead begged.

Mr. Andrews looked up at Jughead, trying to reason with him, “It’s a big contract for me, Jug, and for my guys. Whatever they build in the place of the drive-in could me more jobs.”

“In what? Some hypothetical future?” Jughead replies,” You put one Jones out of work, why don’t you put out another, huh?”

“Jug, your dad was taking materials from one of our job sites. I had to let him go.”

It was at this comment made by Mr. Andrews that pulled your head up sharply, you were surprised, you’d known that he’d let Jug’s dad go, but you’d never known why.

“Right. You did what you had to do, like you’re doing here now,” Jughead scoffs, ”later.”

“Jug-” Mr. Andrew starts, but he’s already out the door.

“I’ll go talk to him,” You tell Mr. Andrews as you quickly get up from your desk and head out after him.

“Jug!” You yelled after him, jogging to catch up with his brisk pace, “Please wait,” You said.

“(Y/N), I can’t- I really don’t want to talk about this right now.” He tells you, unable to make eye contact with you.

“That’s fine, we don’t have to, I just want to make sure you’re okay.” You tell him, trying to search his face for what he’s thinking.


“Jug…” You reply, smirking slightly.

“You know I hate when you do that,” He shoots back, rolling his eyes as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“If you didn’t give me so many reasons to smirk then I wouldn’t have to.” You shoot back. There’s something about pushing Jughead’s buttons that you enjoy.

“I’m going home.” he says, turning to leave.

You grabbed his arm and pull him back around to face you again, “Can I walk with you?” You ask him, trying find some excuse to spend time with him. You tell yourself that it’s to make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid, but if we’re being honest you just like being around him.

“Don’t you have to work?” Jughead asks with a sharp glance back to the trailer.

“I’m sure Mr. Andrew will let me leave early, just let me grab my stuff, okay?” You reply quickly, he nods and you let go of his arm and run back into the trailer. When you push through the door Mr. Andrews is still sitting at his desk like he’s been waiting for you.

“How’s he doing?” He asks you.

“I’m not sure… Is it okay if I walk him home?” You ask Mr. Andrews, “I swear I’ll stay late tomorrow to make it up.” You add quickly.

“Of course, (Y/N),” He says quickly, “Don’t worry about it, just make sure Jughead’s okay.”

“Thanks Mr. Andrews,” You reply as you grab your jacket and backpack, “See you tomorrow.” you add as you step out the door.

“Okay, Jug, Mr. Andrews said that I can go home,” you say as you close the door and turn around only to see that Jughead as disappeared, “Jug?!” You yell, looking around frantically.

“He went that way,” You hear someone say, whipping around to see one of the guys from the crew pointing down the street.

“Thank you,” You reply quickly before breaking into a sprint.

It only took about a minute to catch up with him, you’re pretty athletic after all, but he didn’t hear you running up to him until you were already on top of him, pushing him to the ground.

“Forsythe Jones, what the hell is wrong with you?” You holler at him as you crouch on top of him, pinning him to the sidewalk, your face inches away from his.

“Ow (Y/N)! When did you get so strong?” He asks, gritting his teeth as he wriggles beneath you, unable to get up.

“What the actual fuck Jughead! What is wrong with you?” You ask, your voice seething with anger, “Why would you just leave like that?”

“People are starting to look,” he says, causing you to glance behind you at the houses and realize that there are several heads poking out from behind curtains. Jughead takes your moment of distraction to turn the table and quickly flips you onto your back, pinning you down just like you pinned him down, “Not so fun? Now is it?” he says, smirking down at you.

“Jughead, my backpack,” You say, you words coming out clipped, as all of your books dig into you sharply, causing you to arch your back in pain.

“Shit, I’m so sorry.” He says quickly, jumping off of you and helping you to your feet, “Are you okay?”

You shrug, not wanting him to worry about it, “Can you just walk me home?” You ask, ignoring any concern he may have, “I don’t want to give these people anything more to gossip about.”

As you walk silently to your house Jughead keeps glancing over at you nervously, “Do you really care what people in this town think about you?” He finally asks.

You shoot him a look before staring down at the ground again, “Why does it matter?”

“Because you of all people shouldn’t care.”

“Well, I do. Maybe you should too.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Jughead, you saw the way those people were looking at us through their windows, you you enjoy people looking at you that way?”

“It doesn’t matter to me. They don’t matter to me.”

“Some of us don’t have the luxury to not care,” You reply, trying to not sound to snippy, “I’m not aloof. I’m too self-conscious.”

“But you’re perfect,” Jughead tells you before realizing he just said that aloud, “I mean- you are, you’re smart and funny and amazing, you don’t have anything to be self-conscious about.” He quickly adds as you walk up your front steps.

“Do you have time to help me with some homework?” You ask him, trying to change the subject.

“Sure,” He replies with a shrug, “Do you have any food?” He asks as he rummages through your fridge.

“Grab whatever, I don’t think my parents are coming home tonight so could you grab some for me too,” You reply.

Jughead pulls some leftovers out before you head upstairs to your room. He flops down on your bed the moment you open the door to your room and opens up the containers. You set down your backpack and lean down to grab your homework and wince sharply as you feel more stabbing pains in your back.

“Are you okay? Is it really that bad?” Jug asks as he stands up and walks over to you.

You quickly shrug off your jacket, “I can’t really tell, I’m sure it’s nothing.” You respond quickly.

“Do you want me to look?” He asks, his face furrowed in concern.

“Um…yeah,” You respond, pulling your hair over your shoulder. You pull your sweater over your shoulders, leaving you in just a tank top, causing you to feel even more self-conscious as you turn around, “Just check here and here,” You say quickly, pointing the best that you can to where you can still feel the impression of your textbooks.

You can feel his fingers gently trail over your shoulder and your breath hitches ever so slightly, “May I…?” He asks.

“Oh yeah, I don’t mind.” You respond a little too quickly as he gently pulls the back of your tank top down a little bit so he can look.

“It looks like it pierced the skin a little bit, there’s some blood,” He tells you quietly before lifting it up the bottom of your tank top, “Same down here.”

“Thanks,” You tell him as he pulls your tank top back down, his fingers lingering slightly before you turn back around.

“I’m really sorry about that, I wasn’t even thinking and I-” He starts saying, but you’re not listening to him, you’re just looking at his lips and before you think better of it you cut him off, pressing your lips against his.

You break away quickly, “Jug, I really like-” You art telling him, trying to confess your feeling for him, but then he gets payback and cuts you off in return, pulling you close.

You finally gain up enough willpower to pull yourself away, opening your eyes and breathing heavily.

“I really like you too, (Y/N),” He tells you as he wraps his arms around you.

Issues- Part Eight

Negan x you

When the saviours turn up early Negan comes face to face with one of the secrets Rick has been keeping from him. His eldest daughter.

This chapter contains a sexual nature and of course bad language from the start.  Enjoy :)

Word Count- 2,131

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Part Eight

Negan” I whispered, loud enough for him to hear. A hum was my response “Thank you”

“Any-fucking-time doll” he pulled me tighter but this tugged on my stitches and I couldn’t stop the ‘ouch’ that escaped my lips “How is your face?” He moved up on to his forearms to look at it.

“Sore” I admitted. Like someone was constantly stabbing my face with teeny tiny needles.

“Are you in pain?” He looked a little worried.

“A little” I admitted.

Huffing he got out of bed and cracked open the door. What was he doing? He did know he was in just a black pair of underpants and a white t-shirt? Right?

“Get some painkillers from the good old doctor for y/n. Her face is hurting and be fucking quick about it” Turning to me he said “I don’t like him being outside your door” so it wasn’t Joey tonight? I don’t know why but I suddenly felt a little less safe. Oh.

“Thank you” I said as the door closed with a click behind him.

“I told you, you need anything, and I do mean fucking anything you tell any of my fucking men and they will get it for you”

“I dont..”

“Just ask y/n” he said frustrated as he sat back down on the bed “I won’t keep fucking telling you”


He stayed silent for a little while before turning to face me.

“Three stitches?” He asked running his finger so gently I barley felt it over them “God I wish I could be angry but Joey said you saved his life”

“I couldn’t let him get hurt, he wasn’t harming me or anything” I couldn’t let Daryl kill someone who didn’t deserve it.

“Fat Joseph is a fucking pussy cat” Negan laughed as his fingers moved down to my neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps. God this man is… I don’t even know how to explain it. Fuck.

“You like him” I smiled.

“I trust him” was his response. He fucking liked him and he knew that I knew it.  Maybe Negan was the fucking pussy cat. To me.

“You need to rest, give your beautiful face some time to heel”

A knock at the door surprised us both.

“That’ll be your painkillers” Negan smiled as he got off the bed and opened the door. I didnt see who was on the other side but soon enough Negan was back holding a glass of water and two white pills in his hand “Take them”

“I don’t want to sleep” I mumbled after swallowing the painkillers. I hope they kick in fast. That would be fucking nice.

“Ohhhhh damn” he had a glint in his eye that made me squirm “What have you got in mind y/n” he fucking winked at me.

I couldn’t fight the laugh that was building and had to let it out. Dropping backwards on the bed I could feel tears run down my face from laughing. How could this man just… fuck what was he doing to me?

I felt rather than heard him get back onto the bed, crawling so that his body was hovering above mine.

“You’re so beautiful” he said as I quietened, his fingers running up my ribcage. God those fingers.

Instead of speaking I lifted my head and kissed him.

His lips moulded to mine instantly. God he tasted so fucking good.

Moaning into my mouth he pressed his body onto mine, his entire body weight was on me. I could feel him. He was hard.

I couldn’t help the smile that tugged on my lips as we kissed. I did that.

I wanted more.

I needed more.

His hand pulled my t-shirt upwards, exposing my breasts to the cold air of the room.

Negan” I breathed heavily as his mouth left mine and found their way downwards. Oh my god.

My body felt like it was vibrating.

“I need you

You’ve got me” he told me as he came face to face with me again.

My lips found his as his hand found its way inside my underwear.

Oh my god.

Is he going to..


This man was not what I had expected.

His fingers were sliding in and out. Never faulting in movement as I writhed on the bed. Oh my god.

I could feel myself tightening. I was going to explode.

“Come on baby girl”


“Oh god, I’m going to….. I’m go….Im going to cum

“Yes come on y/n, cum for me”

Lights flashed under my eyelids as I did.

Holy fucking hell.


“That was a fucking beautiful site” Negan spoke as he removed his hand from my underwear “Jesus y/n you are going to be the death of me”

“Don’t say that”

“Yeah I guess that has a different bloody meaning now, huh?” He mumbled running his fingers through his hair. Wet fingers. Holy shit.

“You won’t leave, will you” he said suddenly catching me off guard as I came down off of my high.


Me” Leave him?

“I’m not going anywhere Negan but I won’t become one of them” Why would I leave him? Unless he did something to hurt me or, or Judith. God I missed her.

“I know

“Joey told me that th..” I paused. Did I really want to have this conversation after what just happened? I wanted more to happen.


“He told me that you hadn’t been, to see them” I asked pulling my shirt down to cover myself once again suddenly feeling exposed “Is it true?” The man just had his hand in your underwear and now you feel exposed? God.

“Doll I haven’t fucking so much as been in the same room as any of them since the day you made me a fucking lemonade” he admitted turning his back to me.


“Because I met you

“You’re so confusing” I admitted because he was “Apparently they talk, about me”

“Pay no attention to it, I told you that…”

“I’d say yes if I was the only one” cutting him off from whatever he said.

It was the truth.

I had never paid any thought to it before but it was the fucking truth. If they didn’t exist I would be his, forever. You already are. Just admit it.

He stayed silent but I could feel the tension in the room begin to build. I should not of said that. Fuck.

“You don’t get to tell me what to fucking do here y/n” he said slowly but there was anger there. Shit

“I wasn’t I was just stating a fact Negan”

But it was no good he was already standing up and pulling his jeans on.

“Dont go” I begged “Please, I’m sorry I..”

“Sleep, I’ll be back I just gotta think”

He didn’t look at me as he left, slamming the door behind him making the mirror on the wall shake.


He didn’t come back before the sun had risen.

I felt numb, for the first time Negan hadn’t kept his word.

He hadn’t come back.


Unable to sleep now it was light I got dressed. I was hungry.

Opening my door I was shocked to see that the chair that always had somebody sat In it was empty. Why?

Had Negan got so pissed off with what I had said last night he decided I wasn’t worth protecting anymore? My heart hurt at this.

God why couldn’t I just bask in the glow of a Negan induced orgasm and let him… god what I wanted that man to do to me. I was so messed up.

My stomach rumbled reminding me I was indeed still hungry.

Fuck it.

There is no one here to ask about breakfast so I was going to have to try and find my own way to the cafeteria.

Closing the door to my room behind me I started walking the way Dwight had taken me the first day I had been out of the room. Was that really only the day before yesterday? Jesus.

A few men passed me as I walked, a couple looked at me but no one said anything. I guess I was allowed to wonder then?


Surprised to hear a recognisable voice I looked to my left to see Eugene walking towards me. He was wearing a long black coat that I had defiantly never seen him in before.

Negan gave it to him?

Negan. Fuck.

“Eugene” I smiled, he looked good. He was safe and hadn’t been injured. This is good.

Part of me wondered if he was being held like Daryl.

Hugging him I felt a little better.

“What are you doing?” I asked as a couple more men passed. These I recognised. They had been at Alexandria. One winked at me and it shot shivers down my spine, and not in a good way. I didn’t like him.

“Breakfast” Eguene said. He had never been one for many words.

“Me too” I nodded “Its this way, right?” I pointed to the corridor I had been just about to walk down. This place was like a maze. I needed a map or something.

“It most certainly is” he nodded “Shall we?”

It felt nice to be around someone I had known for a year or so I guess? Time was a funny thing now. I was never really sure of what day or even year it was anymore. It didn’t matter I guess.

Having breakfast with Eugene was odd, it felt like I was in Alexandria. He had always been a little bit of a weirdo but he was smart. Negan saw that too and that is why he had him working for him.

Apparently he had him working on the walker wall out front, making them better, whatever that means and making Negan bullets. That didn’t surprise me. I mean the night we came here Negan called him ‘the bullet maker’.

“Have you seen Daryl or Rosita?” I had almost forgotten about her being here toowith everything. I wonder where she is?

What did Negan have her doing.

For a second I wondered if he had made her a wife and then I remembered he had confessed that he hadnt even been in a room with them since the first day I met him.

Part of me was worried that was no longer the case.

What if he went to see them last night after he left? What if thats why he didn’t come back?

“No” Eugene answered. He was about to say something else but stopped the moment someone sat on either side of him. Women.

Two women.

In black dressed.

Shit, his wives.

I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to see let alone have to speak to them.

One with almost black hair whispered in Eugenes ear while the other, a fiery red head just starred at me.

“You’re her aren’t you?” She said suddenly “You’re the reason”

“Amber!” She was cut off by the other one.

“What don’t tell me you haven’t been curious on what she looked like?” She laughed twirling a perfect curl in her fingers. She looked at me again and I just knew she was the one Joey had mentioned yesterday. The one who had a meltdown that time.

I felt uncomfortable. Every fibre of me wanted to bolt out of the room.

“Ladies, me and y/n are having breakfast we can discuss this later” Eugene spoke up. There was a nervous expression on his face. They were up to something.

As Amber glared at me the one with dark hair, who’s name I didn’t know gave me a small smile.

“What are you discussing with Negans wives?” I asked as they moved away. The sound of their heels echoing around the room. Whatever it was it couldn’t be good.

He wasn’t able to answer my question though as the double doors flew open as Dwight and another savior walked in. Looking me dead in the eyes he almost rolled his own before speaking into a radio he was holding.

What is he doing?

Turning back to Eugene as he finished eating “I think..”

“Y/n, come on” Dwight spoke coming to a stop at the table we sat at “Negans been looking for you” 

“I’m having breakfast” I told him. Once again everyones eyes were on me “I’ll find him when I am finished” He kept me waiting, it was his turn now.

“Y/n you should most certainly go” Eugene spoke. Now I was the one rolling my eyes.

He was right. I fucking knew it but still I wanted to finish my breakfast. Picking up my bowl I stood up and followed Dwight out of the cafeteria as I ate. This was ridiculous.


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Day 1: The Royal and the Ruffian

Note: I haven’t written fanfiction in a looooong time, but I had the time so figured I’d give it a shot, and chucked this junk out in a couple of hours, I hope people enjoy it!

“Marco Diaz to the principal’s office! Marco Diaz, to the principal’s office!”

It was far from the first time this particular announcement had been made in Ms. Skullnick’s class, but it caused the assembled students to groan all the same as they turned to stare at the bemused student sitting in the back of the classroom.

The girl sitting beside him sighed, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. “Marco, what in the world did you do this time?”

“Oh Jackie, wouldn’t you like to know?” Marco Diaz said, giving a coy smile.

Jackie shrugged, laying her head back down on her desk. “Not really, no.”

Basking in the stares from his fellow classmates, Marco Diaz slowly rose from his seat and stretched. By this point, the procedure was routine-not that it did much for his infuriated teacher’s blood pressure.

Locking eyes with Skullnick from across the classroom, Diaz confidently began strolling down the aisle, pretending to pay no attention to the various whispers that were already fluttering around the room. Reaching her desk, he leaned down on his elbow and smiled. “So, Miss S, do I… need a hall pass?”

“Just get out of here, you miscreant!” Skullnick shouted, showering Diaz with flecks of spittle. Chuckling, Diaz strolled out of the classroom and into the hallway just moments before Skullnick had a chance to explode again. He wasn’t afraid of her-honestly, he wasn’t sure how anyone could be-but she’d already saddled him with nearly a month’s worth of detention already, and even Diaz had limits.

As he walked down the hallway, however, the grin slowly faded from his face. The truth was, he didn’t have any idea what he was being called in for. By his standards, he’d practically been the exemplary safe kid all week. Not that half the teachers at Echo Creek wouldn’t have pinned any trouble on him without a thought, mind…

As he rounded the corner, he saw Principal Skeeves leaving his office beaming like a madman, his arms filled with some kind of wooden chest. Trailing behind was…

Diaz rubbed his eyes and looked again. No doubt about it, there was a girl exiting Skeeves’ office practically dressed like a Disney princess. It wasn’t a cheap costume, either-even from a distance, Diaz could tell that whatever the tiara was made from, it wasn’t cheap plastic. Even the wand she held in her hands, as ludicrous as it appeared at first glance, looked solid, to the point that Diaz felt hesitant to even get near the thing, lest the girl try and take a swing at him.

Shaking his head at the strange site, Diaz turned his focus back on his jubilant principal. “Hey, Eddie. Where you going with that, the ice cream shop?”

To his amazement, Skeeves practically skipped in response. “Oh, why a matter a fact I… Oh, hello, Mr. Diaz,” he said, his voice dropping from delight to disgust the instant he recognized the student walking up to him. “You’ve got a lot of nerve, walking by here without a hall pass.”

Diaz gave Skeeves a quizzical glance. “But… you called me here.”

“I did?” Skeeves replied. “Oh right, I did! Mister Diaz, meet Echo Creek’s latest transfer student, Star Butterfly!”

Princess Star Butterfly, daughter of Moon, heir to the throne of Mewni” the girl said, dipping into a practiced curtsy. And, after glancing quickly at Diaz’s torn jacket, dirty hoodie, and various scratches and scars, continued “And may I say it is such a… delight to meet you.”

“Oh please, Princess, the pleasure is all mine.” Diaz replied, giving an exaggerated and clearly sarcastic bow.

Going by the Princess’ furrowed eyebrows, she was not amused.

“Uh Princess, can I have a moment with Mr. Diaz?” Skeeves asked, and, moving quicker than Diaz had ever seen, cornered the surprised student.

“Okay Eddie, what is this about? Who is this crazy chick?” Diaz whispered.

Skeeves bristled at Diaz’s use of his first name, but quickly brushed past it. “This girl has very influential parents, and you are going to start making up for your dismal academic record by showing her around and keeping her from any bad influences.”

Diaz frowned. “Like me?”

Skeeves nodded. “Exactly. And maybe, if there’s any good fortune to be had, you might even pick up some of her good habits!”

Diaz chuckled, stepping away from the principal. “Yeah, good luck with that.”

“Pardon me, are you two quite finished?” Princess Butterfly asked, glaring impatiently.

“Oh, absolutely. Mr. Diaz is just about to give you the grand tour!” Skeeves said. “And don’t mess this up”, he hissed to Diaz.

Shrugging, Diaz walked forward. “Well, Princess, after me.”

Leaving the Skeeves behind, the two began walking through the halls. Given the chance to look at the Princess close up, Diaz could tell there was definitely something off about her. It wasn’t the outfit-given the material and the haughtiness behind it, he could definitely see her as being some out-of-touch royalty from the Kingdom of Wherever. But there was something else there-something from the way her eyes darted constantly, the way her hands gripped that ridiculous wand, the way she kept stealing furtive glances at her guide…

“So, uh, Mr. Diaz…” Princess Butterfly began, breaking the silence.

Diaz laughed. “Please, call me Marco.”

“Yes… Marco. Tell me, are you not supposed to be showing me around? Seeing how I’ll be here for… quite some time, I would like to know more about this place.”

“Oh, sure.” Diaz began looking around for things to point out. “Well, that’s the dumpster where I found that cool knife a couple weeks ago. Oh! And you can still see the blood where I accidentally stabbed myself!” he said, laughing.

Princess Butterfly gave him a sidelong glance. “That’s… interesting, but I was hoping for some more… how should I put this… useful information.”

Diaz put up his hands. “Well, if you want useful information Princess, don’t worry, Diaz here has you covered. You see that dark, spooky hallway right there?”


Great place to hang out if you want to scare the crap out of someone. Heck, just last week I snuck up on these two nerds walking by, and I’m pretty sure I gave the tall one a heart attack!” Diaz paused to wipe away a tear from his eye. “Ah, classic.”

“Uh… huh…” Princess Butterfly replied nervously. “It certainly sounds like there’s plenty of excitement at this school!”

“Oh, for sure.” Diaz replied. “You like excitement, Princess?”

“I mean, in moderate amounts, I suppose I do like a certain amount of excitement in my life.” Princess Butterfly replied. “Just last week, for instance, I assisted my dear friend Princess Flying Pony He-“

The Princess was stopped in her tracks as a massive, meaty fist hurtled out from behind a corner, missing Diaz by scant inches. Shocked, she raised her wand and began to speak-but stopped when she noticed her companion had barely flinched.

“Oh, hey Lars.” Diaz said as he nonchalantly stepped around the corner, ducking another fist. “You still mad about last week?”


“Look Lars, it’s not my fault you thought taking candy from literal babies was a good idea.” Diaz said, continuing to effortlessly sidestep each one of the larger teen’s slow, heavy punches. “Maybe getting grounded will be good for you, let you step back, examine your life.”


Diaz shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

Before Princess Butterfly or Lars could react, Diaz ducked underneath Lars’ arm and delivered a solid blow to the brute’s stomach. As Lars reflexively doubled over, Diaz swept the taller boy’s leg, sending him off balance and crashing into the linoleum floor.

Shocked at the violent display before her, Princess Butterfly slowly began to back up. “Well, uh, Mr. D-I mean Marco, this has been educational and all, but I really should get going!”

“Oh yeah? Well, seeya later, new friend!” Diaz replied, smiling and waving before turning his attention back to the enraged Lars.

“Yes, well, farewell!” Princess Butterfly said, and took the opportunity to retreat as quickly and as dignified as her poofy dress allowed.

When the awful Diaz boy and his assailant were finally out of sight, she sighed and took a deep breath. She knew that coming to Earth would be a challenge, but this was almost too much. To think that the schoolmaster had paired her off with such a brute!

But then she remembered the alternative, and involuntarily shuddered. As bad as Earth was, it could never compare to the horrors of Saint Olga’s-and as long as she drew breath, she would do whatever she could to avoid going back. Even if it meant forever being forced to act as the spitting image of her mother-and even if it meant having to deal with such ruffians as Diaz.

“Yo, what’s up with the dress? You going to a ball or something?”

Startled, Princess Butterfly instinctively pulled up her wand and pointed it directly at the unforeseen foe-only to find her humming, glowing want inches away from the face of a mildly beamused teenage girl.

Sighing, Princess Butterfly lowered her wand. “I apologize, I’ve been a bit… distracted as of late. I didn’t mean to threaten you.”

The girl shrugged. “Whatever, it happens. Name’s Janna, you new around here?”

Princess Butterfly nodded. “Very. The schoolmaster assigned me a guide, but he’s proven to be… less than reliable.”

The girl nearly chocked from laughing. “You mean Marco? Man, what a loser.”

Princess Butterfly looked curiously at Janna. “You know that boy?”

Janna nodded. “Oh yeah, we go way back. He used to be a lot cooler, before he started trying to impress Jackie and went ‘bad boy’. Now he’s not even any fun to mess with.” She shrugged. “That’s life, I guess.”

Princess Butterfly nodded sagely. “Say, if you are familiar with this area, could you assist me? I’ve been given an address where I’ll be staying-I’d been hoping my guide would show me the way, but…” she sighed.

“Oh sure, give it here.”

Thankful she’d managed to find the first helpful person in the Earth Dimension so far, Princess Butterfly quickly opened her handbag and passed Janna the parchment she’d received from the schoolmaster.

When Janna saw the address, however, she frowned, then shrugged. “Yeah, that figures. I can take you there right now though, no problem.”

Princess Butterfly gave her a confused look. “But won’t you miss your studies?”

Janna laughed. “Yeah, I’ll miss them terribly. Come on, let’s go before a teacher spots us. Or,” she whispered, “Diaz comes back.”

For the first time in what felt like years, Star Butterfly giggled.


The journey home for Marco Diaz was painful, but satisfactory. As dumb as Lars was, he was still dangerous in a fight-and he’d managed to paint a black eye on Diaz for his troubles. Still, Diaz had managed to give more than he’d taken, and in an extra stroke of luck a couple other kids had seen Lars throw the first punch, sending the bully straight into detention and Diaz home scott-free. That, plus his encounter with the weird Princess girl getting him out of math early, put the day into a solid ‘victory’ category.

Humming cheerfully to himself as he approached his house, he walked straight to the door and swung it open. To his immense surprise, he saw the girl from before sitting daintily on the couch with his parents, sipping a cup of tea.

“And then, my dear friend Flying Princess Pony Head said-YOU!” Princess Butterfly spat out her tea in a blind panic.

“Surprised not everyone is named Diaz, huh?” Diaz said, chuckling. Ol’ Skeeves had mentioned the Princess was a foreign exchange student, but Diaz had completely failed to connect the dots that she’d probably be staying here. And apparently, to her dismay, so had the Princess.

“Marco, hello!” Angie Diaz said as she rose from the couch to greet her son. “Is that… a black eye?”

“You didn’t get into another fight, did you?” Rafael Diaz said.

“Oh please, it’s just a scratch.” Diaz replied. “And besides, the other guy started it! I just, you know, ended it.”

Rafael glared disapprovingly. “Son, we’ll talk about that later. For now, why don’t you show Princess Butterfly to her room?”

Diaz nodded. “Sure thing. Well, come along, Princess.”

Resigned to her fate, Princess Butterfly followed Diaz up the stairs. Following him into the first room, Princess Butterfly found herself in, by her standards, a relatively small room with sparse furnishings. Despite her best efforts to keep a straight face, she couldn’t prevent Diaz from catching a glimpse of her disappointment.

“Not good enough for you, Princess?” Diaz asked, smiling wryly and leaning against the wall. “We would’ve given you the executive suite, but that one’s booked solid through January, and it’s $650 a night on top of that.”

A spark of rebellion flashed within Princess Butterfly, and she drew her wand. Her mother had been very firm on the subject-any unauthorized or unnecessary use of magic would be grounds to send her straight back to Saint O’s.

But, for Star Butterfly at this very moment, no other action could come even close to feeling as necessary or proper.

“Sparkle Glitter BOMB EXPAND!” She shouted, feeling the magic energy pulse through the wand. In a flash, the sparse guest room was replaced by a golden Mewnian tower, identical to the one that housed her room back home.

Diaz, for his part, fell back the moment the wall he’d been leaning against vanished. Slamming against the floor, he gazed up in wonderment at the expanse above him.

“You… you…”

Princess Butterfly deliberately ignored him as she went to sit on her new four-poster bed. “Hmm, yes, I think that will do, don’t you think?”

“You cast magic!” Diaz shouted as he scrambled to his feet. “That was magic!”

Princess Butterfly rolled her eyes. “Yes, what an astute observation.”

“Hey, can you do my room? That was so cool!”

Surprised, Princess Butterfly turned to look at her new housemate. Instead of the aloofness and ‘cool’ Diaz had been putting on full display the entirety of the short time she’d known him, the boy appeared legitimately excited and eager.

Princess Butterfly grinned as she leaped off her bed. “Well, I suppose I could take a look…”

Diaz immediately ran out of the room and down the hallway, leaving Princess Butterfly to follow him as quickly as she could. Rounding the corner into the next room down, she found a room that was spaciously similar to the former guest room, but decorated much more to Diaz’s… tastes. Posters hung from every available surface depicting what Princess Butterfly could only assume were musical acts of some variety, decorated with fonts stylized to the point of illegibility. There were also pictures of carriages in the earth style, particularly the seemingly highly impractical variety which only had two wheels. In the corner sat what appeared to be a strange type of lute. Everything else, unfortunately, was practically covered in discarded or dirty clothing.

Princess Butterfly had a flashback to when she’d once spied her father’s room in the castle, and nearly retched.

Diaz ignored her completely, and was already gushing over his desires. “So, could you, like, put a skylight in here? Or, oh, maybe a spot where I can set up some amps! And oh, man, if you could fit a motorcycle in here, I bet Jackie would freak when I told her! She’s really into that skating stuff, but I bet a motorcycle would-“

Princess Butterfly smiled. “Alright, Diaz, hold on, I have this.” Holding the wand aloft, she began speaking the words as they appeared in her head-but almost immediately, she could tell something had gone wrong.

Mystic Room Suck Transform!”

Almost immediately, a black portal appeared in the center of the room. Objects throughout the room began shooting through the portal, and Princess Butterfly was nearly knocked off her feet by the onrush of wind. Grabbing onto the shocked Diaz, she latched onto the doorframe and pulled them both through, slamming the door behind them.

Before she could catch her breath, Diaz was already standing and shouting. “Suck? SUCK? Why was the word suck in that spell?!”

Princess Butterfly could barely respond. She hadn’t meant for it to come out that way-of course she didn’t-but she couldn’t find the words to defend herself. Instead, she merely stood up and began walking down the stairs.

“Hey! I’m not done… wait, where are you going.”

“I’m leaving!” Princess Butterfly shot back. “If you’re going to be here, then I’ll just find someplace else to stay!”

“Wait, Princess-“

Ignoring the boy behind her, and filled with rage and embarrassment, Princess Butterfly marched right out the door, and slammed it back shut with her wand the moment before Diaz could reach it. Grinning slightly at the loud wooden THUNK, Princess Butterfly continued right down the driveway and didn’t look back.


Diaz had messed up, and he knew it.

He’d known right from the second he saw the Princess’ face that she hadn’t meant to destroy his room, and he’d exploded at her anyway. Between that and his cheerful abandonment of her earlier in the day, and he wouldn’t have blamed her if she hated him. And, for the most part, he’d earned it.

Sailing on his bike through the warm autumn night, Diaz continually looked for any sight of the Princess and her poofy blue dress. It had already been several hours since she’d disappeared, and he was slowly giving up hope-but he knew that, even if she was magic, she was still lost and alone in an unfamiliar place. And, though he hated to admit it, he would have never have been able to forgive herself if she became lost or injured because of him.

Then, he spotted the golden crown of Hamburger Monarch.

Peddling as fast as he could, he was rewarded by the relieving sight of Princess Butterfly, standing right in the middle of the drive-thru lane, shouting at the ordering window.

“I have said it once and I’ll say it again, I demand to speak to the sovereign of this realm!”

“Ma’am, please, this is a drive-thru.”

“Princess!” Diaz shouted, waving with an outstretched hand.

Startled, Princess Butterfly turned and immediately buried her hand in her face.

“Hey, wait, wait, I just want to say something.” Diaz said as he rolled to a stop, and hopped off his bike. “Look, I know I was being a jerk before, and it’s not your fault. You didn’t have a choice to live with me, and heck, I bet you didn’t even have a choice to come here.”

Princess Butterfly looked up, and suddenly stared at something behind him. “Uh, Diaz-“

“And I get it, that’s not fair. So look, I don’t know how long you’re gonna be here, but I’ve got some other places I can stay until then. You seem like a nice person, and I don’t want you to-“


“Get hurt because of something dumb that I said, since-“


Finally getting the hint, Diaz turned around and found himself looking straight into a menagerie of horrors. About a half-dozen monsters were arrayed in a semi-circle in front of him, all surrounding what appeared to be some kind of diminutive bird… thing.

“Well, Princess Star Butterfly, we meet again!” the creature chuckled. “You may have escaped Saint Olga’s, but you won’t escape my clutches this time.”

“Woah, hey, hey, what’s going on here?” Diaz said, raising his arms. “You guys all know each other?”

“That’s Ludo!” Princess Butterfly exclaimed. “He’s after my wand!”

“And you guys are like, monsters and stuff?” Diaz asked, walking over to one of the hideous creatures before him. “What are you, like a deer… guy?”

“My name is-“

“HIS name isn’t important right now!” Ludo shouted. “What’s important is-“

“Hey there, buddy, just relax!” Diaz said, resting his hand on the confused deer-creature’s shoulder. Twenty feet away, Princess Butterfly was practically dancing with confusion and anticipation, but Diaz put her out of his mind. “Why can’t we all be friends? I mean, I just met this girl, there’s nothing saying I can’t help you get that wand.”

Princess Butterfly looked like she’d been shot. “Diaz, what are you saying?!”

“REALLY?” Ludo said, and began walking forward. “You know, we could always use some extra muscle on our team, and-“

Before he could finish, Diaz swung his foot forward as quickly as he could. Connecting his foot solidly with Ludo’s chest, he sent the monster flying straight through the take-out window of the neighboring restaurant.

Before any of the other monsters could react, Diaz reached into his pocket and wrapped his hand around a pair of gleaming gold-plated brass knuckles. Twisting around, he sucker-punched the deer-creature as hard as he could, sending the creature down and wheezing.

But the deer-creature was just one monster-and it didn’t take long for the rest to come to their senses. Rapidly, the monsters began to surround Diaz, and then slowly closed in.

“Run for it, Princess!” Diaz shouted, glancing nervously at the approaching creatures. “I’ll hold these jerks off!”

Almost too quietly to here, Princess Butterfly replied “I’m not running anymore.”

A second later, one of the monsters-some kind of overgrown frog-leaped at Diaz, only to be caught in midair by a pink blast and sent flying into the pavement a dozen yards away.

Shocked, Diaz turned to Butterfly, still clutching her smoking wand. “You can fight with that thing?”

Grinning, Princess Butterfly nodded.

Smiling from ear to ear, Diaz turned back towards the now clearly nervous monsters, and cracked his knuckles. “Well then Princess, let’s dance.

The fight, as it was, ended shockingly quickly. The monsters were tough, there was no doubt about it-but between Diaz’s honed street-fighting skills and the Princess’ mystical wand, it wasn’t long before the assembled monsters had found themselves groaning and lying face down in the broken pavement of the ruined Hamburger Monarch parking lot.

Breathing heavily, Diaz watched as the monsters slowly crawled away, escaping through some strange portal. Then, without warning, he felt a gentle hand upon his shoulder.

“Diaz… thanks for the help back there.” Princess Butterfly said. “I really mean it.”

“Aw, it was no sweat.” Diaz replied. “Those guys weren’t even that tough. And besides, it was your wand doing most of the work. I couldn’t believe that thing!”

Princess Butterfly nodded graciously. “Well, you certainly weren’t letting up any slack with that weapon of yours.”

“Oh, you mean this?” Diaz lifted up the gold knuckles. “Cool, huh? I lifted them off some kid heading to Karate practice.”

Princess Butterfly laughed, shaking her head disapprovingly. “Diaz, you’re such a… ruffian!”

Diaz smirked. “Well, pardon me, my gracious, perfect Princess.”

Princess Butterfly flinched involuntarily, then laughed again. “Well, I suppose we should head home.”

“We? Oh, so you can stand me, now?”

“I suppose you’ve proven your more… admirable qualities.” Princess Butterfly replied. “Perhaps I may even make a model citizen out of you!”

“Pff, please. Hang out with me, and you’ll be helping to bring down civilized society in no time.”

Princess Butterfly looked up at the night sky, and began walking back in the direction of home. “I suppose we’ll have to see.”

Diaz paused for a moment before skipping forward to follow. “I suppose we shall.”

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Let me love you (Bucky x Reader)

Originally posted by kingsebastian

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

A/N: This is the final part.

Summary: Reader had a difficult past, but she finally found her home with the Avengers. After few years of living with them, she became a different person and she will try to help their newest member to overcome his past.

Warning: cursing

The needle of the clock couldn’t move any slower. The minutes passed so slow that you thought that you are going to die. It’s been two days, exactly two days from the day that you kissed Bucky Barnes. Well that was great, but after the kiss Steve came in and Bucky ran away like a lost dog. You haven’t seen him since then. He wasn’t in his room, you couldn’t find him in the Tower. You were going crazy. At the moment you were laying on the couch with Pietro in the living area. Your head was on his chest and you blankly stared at something on the TV. Bucky was so hard to read.

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Too Hot To Handle: Chapter Twenty Two

So I kinda wrote a different kind of fanfiction. It’s nothing as in depth as my other fics so I am going to post it here. ENJOY!!***Actor, Real Person Fanfiction, Walking Dead RPF***Featuring: Jeffrey Dean Morgan X Original Female Character, Norman Reedus and others.. (FYI this is total fiction, as in I know nothing about JDMs life or that of his real SO and son etc. Because of this, for this work of fiction, they don’t exist. Jeffrey’s been a typical actor playboy dating fellow stars etc. This is written for sick daydreaming pleasure.)

Aria St. James is a busy woman with a thriving restaurant. She thought she had everything she needed until a few famous faces visit her dining room. A tall, dark and handsome actor decides Aria’s just what he’s been looking for.

Rating: Mature : NSFW **dirty dirty**

Aria stood inside the department store dressing room trying on a few dresses for Megan’s party. The slinky black dress was gorgeous but way too sexy for the engagement party. She could see Jeffrey enjoying it though, so she set it aside to buy for a different occasion. She found a blue satin dress with pretty black lace edges, that hugged all her curves and wasn’t too revealing for a party at Megan’s high strung mother’s home. Taking a picture of herself in it, she sent it to Megan with a question mark. 

“Looks hot!” Her friend replied as well as a bunch of flame emojis. “Jeff will total propose to you when you wear it.”

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Peter Pan Imagine/ His Daughter

“If you are taking requests right now, can you do one where the reader is Pans daughter? One days she shows up in NeverLand and pan doesn’t realize it’s his kid because her let her when she was so little, but she knows it’s him. She hugs him and tells him she forgives him and then he realizes it’s her. I don’t care about the overall plot, but can you make it really sweet and lots of fluff? Thanks!”

Warnings: Fluff/ daddy issues?

Pan’s view

“Dad!!!”  was the last thing I herd before my whole life changed.

It all started when she came to Neverland, my daughter, of course I didn’t know she was my daughter, until , well , lets start from the beginning

Y/n was a bright, full of joy , and burst of bubble little girl, she was the best thing that happen to me…

“Daddy! The lost boys are playing unfair!”you yelled

“Well how about you and me go tough em out ?” Peter said as he handed you a wooden sword, making you instantly smile and getting you all happy again.

You loved your dad, he was the best thing and the only thing you had. Your mother was not there, he never explained why, but you were far too young to understand anyway, but all in all you loved having your dad and your lost boys.

Mornings were your favorite, you woke up next to your dad, he would most likely be asleep, even you would wake up earlier than Peter Pan, you were his daughter after all.

You crawl out of bed like usual, trying not to wake up your dad, once you’re in the clear, you change into your adventure clothes, and off you were, you made friends with the creatures on Neverland, such as the birds, the fishes, and the mermaids who would constantly take turns on during your hair, you loved Neverland, and it loved you back.

“Hey there!” you would say as you would get close to the birds, you would feed them bread every single day, making them happy as they tweet and hop around your hand.

The fish were a bit different, they didn’t want food, they wanted to swim with you, you would dive in and make un realistic fish movements, you dreamt of being a mermaid while you swam along next to them, make believing your arms were covered in scales, and your hair was lushes and long.

Speaking of mermaids, they were your last stop,

“Hello Y/n!” they would all yell, so happy to see you

They were who you spent the longest time before you went back to your dad,

You would talk about girl stuff, about your hair, makeup, clothes, and the boys in Neverland, of course the boys were like your brothers so you didn’t take part in that conversation, you usually left when that topic came about.

Back to your dad’s room it was, were he was just waking up.


You would jump on him

“Ahhh!” he’d say making it feel like you were actually scaring him, but this would be your daily routine, but he always made you feel like you scared him.

“What are you doing princesses?” he said

“Did I scare ya?!” you asked

“Of course you did! You’re the scariest thing princess warrior ever!” he said 

“Haha I know right?!” you would jump on the bed with excitement.

“Let’s get ready for the day okay?” he said

“Good that” you said with a thumbs up

Your mornings consist of sitting on your dads lap while eating oatmeal, and listening to him talk about what are the plans for today.

You sit quite and watch him, he always hand one hand around your waist and the other pointing here and there.

After breakfast the boys had chores, you were too young for chores so you stayed with your dad, unless you asked to wonder else where, but you normally stayed by your dads side,

Lunch was more chaotic, you were lucky to even sit down, the boys grab their lunch and left, the boys had chores and duties, and while you tried to keep up, you were only so little.

Nights were more chill, the boys were settled down , and your dad finally had time to talk to you about your day.

Neverland was your home, your heart, your world, and you never wanted to leave.

One day it didn’t feel the same, the way your dad treated you, it seemed like he didn’t care, like he didn’t want you around.

“I have to give her an other chance at life Felix.” Peter said

“What are you gonna do?” he asked

“I have to take her to an other world, a world were she will learn, go to school, have a real life.” he said as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“When are you gonna do it?” Felix asked

“After her 8th birthday, she has to go.” he said, clenching his hand, and looking down, he never wanted you to go, but he wanted a better life for you.

You wake up to breakfast in bed

“Gee whats this dad?” you asked

“It’s your birthday princess, you get breakfast in bed, now eat up, you got a big day ahead of you!” he says

He walks out and starts to set up banners and streamers, balloons, whatever he wanted because he was king and he had magic.

Your day consist of going to the lake, you loved the lake, you would jump and dive in the water, not a car in the world, Peter would be so happy that you were happy, you all laughed and had a good time, you played games such as Marco Polo, chicken fight, and splash fight, the regular stuff.

Later that night you guys made a campfire, roasting hot dogs and marshmallows, and talking nonsense at the mid hours of the night.

 Eventually you guys packed up and went back to the camp site, the boys mostly stayed up telling ghost stories but you fell asleep in Peter’s arms, he held you all the way, and brought you back to your bed, he rubbed your face and kissed your cheek’s.

“Dad loves you okay? Always remember that.” he said as he whisper, almost in tears, it was time he let you go, he waved his hands and you were gone, Peter never cried, but he cried that night, you were literally his everything, and he had to do what was best.

8 years has passed, your 16, you live in a town called StoryBrooke

 You go to school, have a job as waitress, and live with a couple roommates, life was good but you weren’t happy. You knew there was more to life, more to this, you never knew your parents, if they were alive or dead, but you always wanted to know, so you went to the smartest person you know , Rumple.

“You want to know who your parents are?” he asked

“Yes, I need to know.” you said a little eager.

“Well , what do you have for me?” he asked wickedly

“W-what do you mean? I’m just 16.” you said a little scared

“To get, you must give first.” he said

“Fine uhm, you can have whatever you want.” you said folding your arms

“Let me have whatever is most precious to you.” 

“I was left with nothing.” you frowned

“Fine! Then you’ll be my assistant.” he smiled


You soon find out your dad is Peter Pan , the Peter Pan.

“I need to go to him, I need to find out why he left me, what I did.” you begged Rumple

He gave you a potion that opened a portal, the portal to Neverland.

You go in holding your breath, almost shaking.

You step foot on Neverland and it all comes back to you, the smells, the atmosphere, noises that the creatures make.

You make your way to the camp site, realizing how you forgot how big this place really was.

You hear the lost boys chatting and being loud, same, they never changed.

That’s when you see him, his dirty blond hair, strong arms, and that smile that made your heart soar, your dad.

“Dad!!” you yelled

Peter turns around, with such a confuse look

“Who?” he said as he cocks an eyebrow

You run up and hug him, wrapping your arms around him and holding him tight.

Peter with his hands in the air looking at his fellow lost boys for answers. They just look around as well, being very confused.

“I missed you so much!” you say

“Who are you?” he asked

“I’m your daughter.” you smile

Peter doesn’t look too happy, “Look I don’t know what joke this is, but it needs to stop, I don’t know where you care from, who you are, but I have never seen you in my life.”

“No you have to remember!” you say kinda loud, more loud than you should’ve

“I don’t know you.” he says bluntly

“But, but..” you say

“Lost boys, take her away please.” he says

Two lost boys grab each side of your arms, escorting you out of Neverland

“Wait dad you have to remember!” 

“I don’t know you..” he said but more sad

“You remember I was here! The mermaids, the birds, the lake trips! You don’t remember?!”

Peter just looks at you sad shaking his head

“Dad please!” you yell crying

He was shocked , someone with such passion for him, so much care, and he knew nothing about them, it threw him off.


And just like that it was like someone turned a light switch on him and he remembered you. 

“Oh crap!” he said out loud “Y/n!” he yelled as he ran to you

The lost boys let go of you and you both ran to each other, he held you supper tight and you just cried in his arms

“I’m so sorry princess, I’m so so sorry.” he just said rubbing your head, feeling like complete crap.

“It’s okay I forgive you. Just don’t ever leave me.” you said with your voice breaking.

“You guy’s, this is my daughter, Y/n, she’s the princess of Neverland, and she stays here, and only here, with us.” he says as he holds you tight.

The lost boys cheer and you and your dad are reunited with each other , and he never left your side again.

Decisions, Decisions (Part 6)

Prompt: Imagine Tom Hiddleston has a crush on you and he is feeling jealous of James McAvoy on “The Graham Norton Show” because James talks about how great the chemistry was between you, his co-star, and him in your latest film.

Warnings: language, sexual content, adult content…?

Word Count: 3882

Note: Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes​ - This fic would NOT be possible without you, and @amarvelouswritings​ - who let me badger the hell out of her. Thank you both a million! Used @theartofimagining13​ imagine

Also, some of the timelines are going to be off in this, to make stuff fit, and James’ wife and child are nonexistent - nothing against them, just easier to write if he didn’t have an ex wife and child. Texts are in italics

Tags: @wordacadabra   @frenchfrostpudding @lisssays @cocosierra94  @staceycasey123 @lucianightwolker @tacohead13 @queen–valeskaxx


The next day, you slept in, then went to the gym, grabbed some iced coffee, then went home to relax for a day off. But you couldn’t help but think of James. You toyed with texting and calling him or leaving him alone. Finally, you caved.

I’m sorry about last night. Could we talk about this, please?

No response happened for five minutes and you sighed. What were you going to talk about? You knew you wouldn’t confess everything, but maybe you could buy a tiny bit of more time, then no one could be hurt. You thought maybe, just maybe, you could have one more date with each of them, and then you’d decide.

Ida was busy with her job, otherwise you would’ve reached out to her, but you didn’t want to bother her or distract her. You felt so alone in that moment and you knew it was your fault. Watching James walk out the door last night hurt you far beyond what you thought was capable.

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galliaandco  asked:

How about some Mila and Viktor antics?

Viktor leaned on the boards and watched Mila skate.  She was supposed to be working on her programs for her upcoming Novice competitions, but Viktor knew that what she was skating was not her programs.

No, Viktor would recognize that series of steps anywhere.  Even if Mila messed it up and skated around muttering to herself and lifting one skate off the ice and shaking it like it had been the skate’s fault and not the complexity of the sequence.

Viktor took his guards off and set them on the top of the barrier before stepping onto the ice.  “Biting off more than you can chew, Milochka?”

Mila spun on her skates and stuck out her tongue.  “No! I was just warming up.”

Shaking his head Viktor slowly started doing the same sequence that Mila had been.  He could see her eyes soaking it in.  “I wouldn’t try doing that at speed until you know each step.  Not everyone is Yuuri.”

Mila huffed and crossed her arms over her chest.  “My steps are going to be just as good as Yuuri’s.  Just you wait and see, Vitya.”

“Oh, I would never doubt a Babicheva.”  He paused and hopped as the sequence called for it.  “So I suppose your lessons with Lilia are going well and that your figures are spectacular?”

Pursing her lips, Mila started skating the sequence again, but slowly.  Her voice was tiny when she answered.  “Madame Baranovskaya is mean.  She says my forms are no good.”

“She says that to everyone who is not Yuuri, you know that, Milochka.”

“I know.”  Mila grabbed onto the back of Viktor’s jacket as he skated by.  “Did you get that new magazine?  The Japanese one that advertised the ice show and had the little article and pictures of the skaters?”

Viktor sighed.  “No.  I lost the auction to someone with the username ‘Mini_Katsuki_Fan_1′.  I mean really, everyone knows that I’m Yuuri’s number one fan.”

Mila tugged on his jacket until he fell and landed on his butt.  He flipped his bangs out of his face and looked at her.  She had a smirk on her face and stuck out her tongue.  “No.  Everyone knows that I am.”

Viktor narrowed his eyes.  “Well, you are short.  Did you beat me?”

“Why use my money when I can just get the copies from you?”  Mila shook her head.  “My parents say I’m not supposed to go on auction sites and Katya won’t help!  What are we going to do Viktor?  Someone is trying to get the Yuuri collectibles before us!”


Garbage can full of innuendo. Then dumpster fires every week or two. So much garbage getting dumpepd we are getting a landfill of it. No matter how it ends it’s still garbage made into a mountain. Cover it with grass or trees it doesn’t matter.

One day it’s SC, followed by denial again, just so we don’t forget they are not together, obviously. Then back to the dumping. Is Cait fed up yet? Why not have Sam and PR just put MM on the OL billboards around town. When you drag an SO to a fan event that has nothing to do with bringing SO’s it becomes very OBVIOUS that it’s selling the wannabe actress and the relationship. Take her out the backdoor put her on a bus home and you look like you tried to clean up the mess.

Waiting for more garbage. Ah yes, today we have a posted picture by Sam. It’s MM’s turn and next week maybe Cait’s turn again. No matter what LG waited to long to bring Season 3 out. So the more garbage dumped the more attention, good or bad. Everyone will watch the show. MM will get her attention and keep trying for her blue check.

Remember the IFH? Remember how Sam and Cait made sure everyone knew everything was just acting? So why is anything they are doing now any different? Why believe them when they said it was a lie before so now it’s true. Does anyone of them listen to what they say. Obviously not. HW is smoke and mirrors, I’m still shaking my head at the CC.

I think MM stamping in on the fan event would of pissed me off. Nothing like messing with your leading lady. Look for the contract loop holes Cait. They are there, they all have them. Is any of this real? Well obviously NOT. Just that nasty smelling landfill and the smell floating miles around it.

So why did Sam scrub clean his IG to mainly show Peakers and just OL to turn around and post a personal picture that would make him less of the private person he claims to be? The things we do for fame. You look like you sold out Sam. Trashy blonde and all. Don’t say it’s for love. Real love isn’t put on trashy gossip sites.

Where did all the fun of the show, the fan events, the shipping and interviews go. Buried in the fucking landfill of garbage I guess. All this for fame and fortune.

adrift-at-c  asked:

Hey, just curious, but do you know why people on this site keep bringing up Pinochet? I'm genuinely not sure who's bringing him up and what point they're trying to make. Like that "Pinochet did nothing wrong," guy. I'd never heard of Pinochet before, so I glanced at his Wikipedia page for five seconds and now I have LESS of an idea of what he's talking about. Did he think you supported the guy? Did he think Pinochet was some sort of socialist icon? What's going on here?

Right libertarians praise Pinochet because of how he murdered communists, you know, because they’re “pro liberty” (lmao).

Pinochet was a dictator in Chile backed by the CIA in order to get rid of democratically elected socialist Allende.

Pinochet is responsible for the deaths of thousands of innocent people.

So, basically, the line between right libertarians and fascists is often nonexistent, because they both have the same goal: to uphold the establishment and attack opposition. Only difference is right libertarians pretend to support freedom.

astrollusion  asked:

Hi! Would you mind explaining Harmonic Charts and how we should interpret them? I find it a little tricky to get my head around but maybe that's just the way some websites are explaining it, take your time, I know you get quite detailed asks, thank you 💖

Well Harmonic charts are VERY complicated.  The basis behind them is that we multiply degrees times fixed numbers to blow up the degrees in harmonic charts.  What we end up getting is each Harmonic chart we go into sees how the planets interact at deeper levels.  

The best way to describe this is if we see the natal birth horoscope as our physical plane existence. Each time you look into a Harmonic chart number that is higher, we are looking deeper into the persons soul.  Think of Harmonics as a case study of seeing into someones soul.  On the birth level
we see an aspect that might need more exploration.  Perhaps on the birth horoscope we see they are an artist.  Now Harmonics can see what kind of art they do.

I have seen certain people go as much as harmonic chart 128.  But for learning, and sanity purpose I encourage people who are really into this to start small.

First off how do we calculate it if we are not massive scientists and mathematicians?  Well we use Astro.com.  once you have an account there, you can save your information and quickly draw up harmonics of any number you imagine.

You can do this easily in astro.com as they have a drop down for harmonic charts.  it even tells you on the site how to do it.  Here take a Look. I will show you a quick example of Harmonics in action.  Below I am showing where on astro.com to find the harmonics selection, and what I will do is show you a few harmonic charts, what the layers represent and how to read aspects within.

As you can see, we are in the extended chart selection of astro.com.  "under please select the type of chart you want", scroll down to “other charts”, then “harmonic charts (please enter harmonic chart in day field.”)  Once your mouse selects that option, under date the first text field says “start date for charts marked with” and then in that box, in the day field you put the harmonic number you want to look at.

When you look at a harmonic chart, conjunctions take a priority because they are the most powerful.  What we also look for is ties to the ascendant, because those parts of the soul because a major part in their self expressions.  Youll find hidden parts of a personality that are subtle in expression that you wont find from a birth horoscope.  We can also look for planets tieing to conjnctions to make a major aspect.  If they don’t tie to the ascendant, then these parts are internalized but still present.

Another important thing to look at is the midheaven.  Why?  because harmonic aspects that tie to the midheaven through conjunction or major aspect can come before the public or be used in the career.

What am I going to do is a really basic small case study of Famous Singer Johnny Cash.  What am I going to do is show you his birth chart, and give you a brief explanation as to why we use harmonics and their importance into showing our soul and the way we subtly acts and thinks.  You might be
surprised as to how it reveals things about how a person acts when these aspects can’t be seen in
the birth horoscope.


The purpose of this case study is to prove the effectiveness of Harmonic charts in show casing a persons artistic expression if the natal birth horoscope prove artistic talent.  In this case I am using Famous Singer Johnny Cash as the subject.  I will start by using the Natal Birth Horoscope as a means to set the stage of the Harmonics Charts used later to explain Cash’s Soul and subtle
behaviors we don’t see at the physical Birth Chart Level.

(Natal Birth Horoscope)

Let us start by painting a picture of Johnny Cash on the physical plane.  We can see in the first house he has a conjunction aspect of less then 1 degree of Venus and Uranus.  This aspect makes who is very artistic eccentric in expression it.  They are rebels of their times and certainly love to go
against the grain of society in their expression.  

This is more so powerful for Cash because it happens in the first house that represents unconscious behavior expression and mannerisms.  It doesn’t show his musical talent per say, but it certainly sets the stage.  It exists in flowing aspects in many musicians charts who go against the grain in the their

Cash has a conjunction of sun, mercury, and mars.  All three of these planets were in the 12 house which is famous for having two sides, a spiritual side and a self undoing side.  Cash was lost at points and did drugs in his life because the ego struggled to establish itself.  It the Pisces concept of being lost that can lead to the self undoing that shows itself in the 12th house sun often.

In one interview johnny cash mentioned that his father worked very hard in fields and he was of a family of 7 children.  He never mentioned it directly but I believe the typical 12th house sun protocol may of been present.  His father was described as a decent guy, but may of been to busy and preoccupied trying to support and raise a large family to focus on Cash’s individuality from child hood.

Having Mars in the 12th tends to internalize anger, and with sun there I believe this set the stage for his drug problems.  With no healthy way to express his anger, he interalized it and it helped lead to his early “self undoings.”

As he got older, he became more spiritual he slowly unlocked the power of that 12th stellium with mercury, mars and sun there.  He used the suns creative drive in the Pisces house to write music.  Alot of it had spiritual overtones, which can be seen in the birth horoscope quiet easily.

When people with sun in 12 transcend, they can use the artistic side of Pisces to help form their ego and what they are about.  In this case, he used that Neptune energy of Pisces to be put into music and writing songs.

Cash had pluto in the 5th which i believed added depth to his creative nature being in the house of self and self expression.  He really loved to express himself, but I believe the pluto energy added the depth to his song writing because Leo loves to be creative.

Last on the Birth chart we see Sagittarius on the 10th house cusp with it’s ruler Jupiter in the 5th house.  This Lordship sets the stage for someone whose career and public reputation is influenced by their creative Leo side.  So his Career of being a singing came because of this.  He brought his Leo side of self expression and creating music to his career.  And since Lord Jupiter was the planet
in the 5th ruling the 10th, he had an expanded interest in being creative.

The birth horoscope doesn’t show everything about Johnny Cash’s desire to sing or be artistic, but it certainly set the stage.  So let’s cut his chart open using the 5th, 7th, 11th, and 32nd harmonic to see more of what made him the way he was.

(5th Harmonic)

First Let’s look at his 5th Harmonic.  The 5th Harmonic horoscope shoes hidden talents.  In this Harmonic we see his Ascendant trines a conjunction of Venus and Uranus.  So he had a hidden talent of bringing his love of being a rebel out in self expression behavior.  Not necessarily a wild find as Venus and Uranus were conjunct in the birth horoscope, but the Harmonic confirms it further.

In this harmonic he has a conjunction of Neptune and Saturn which I believe made him have take spirituality and music seriously.  It opposes a major conjunction directly opposite.  The midheaven has chiron sun and mercury siting in a conjunction.  This conjunction I believe indicates he had a
hidden talent for creatively (the sun) communicating (mercury) about pain (Chiron) in his career (midheaven.)  Alot of his music certainly did showcase about painful expediences people had.

All of this in an opposition tied his career/ midheaven to music and spirituality. I believe this is also why he had a serious (Saturn) hidden talent for expressing himself through music (Neptune, creativity, music.) in his career.

(7th Harmonic)

Now on deeper we go to the 7th Harmonic.  The 7th Harmonic represents Inspiration and how we inspire others.  In his 7th Harmonic Cash has sun and Mercury conjuncted tight part of an aspect pattern that opposes Neptune.  I translate this has he is creatively inspired (the sun) to communicate (mercury) through music and spirituality (opposite neptune.)  The opposition just ties it together.  More important parts of his music.

(11th Harmonic)

On to the 11th Harmonic we see a persons imagination, fantasy and dream world.  Imagination is very important to a singer and music writer.  The first thing I notice immediate is his Ascendant has Neptune conjunct exact.  This would indicate he has mannerisms of expressing his imagination through his self expression and mannerisms and behaviors.

Opposite that is a conjunction of mercury and sun, which makes ties Neptune to make an ability to creatively communicate his imagination that we can’t see on the birth horoscope level.  A key ingredient i believe for a country/pop folk singer which his music is more word driven.

Also he has a conjunction in this harmonic between Venus Uranus and chiron. His artistic side (Venus) met with his rebellious and innovated side (Uranus) and included painful experiences together.  All key ingratiation in his imagination used to write music He was very artistic about expressing and creating art (music) that was about painful experience, all born from the imagination in his 11th harmonic.

Last but not least his midheaven has another strong conjunction.  Mars and Jupiter conjuncted the midheaven.  Mars the imagination an unconscious desire to appear before the public.  Jupiter expands this ability for the imagination to come, and may even add some luck in the public being receptive to putting his imagination on display.  He did become famous after all.

(32nd Harmonic)

Last but not least the 32nd harmonic.  Kind of a dark horse to use in case study as the 32nd harmonic represents inner drive, talent and motivation.  This will show why Cash was motivated to bring it all to a surface level.  

First let’s look at the chiron, ascendant, moon conjunction in this harmonic.  He had an inner drive to express his emotions and pain through his self mannerisms and expression.  A key ingredient I believe important to putting his feelings behind his music.

Another vital conjunction exists in the 32nd harmonic.  Mercury, Neptune and sun make a wide conjunction, but still vital for his inner drive.  He was motivated to express his creative nature ( Sun) by communicating (mercury) his spiritual, creative and musical side from Neptune energies (neptune.)

This conjunction also makes a strong aspect opposition to mars, which makes for tieing these energies together.  That part of his inner drive and motivation became an “unconscious war path” and had tension but added more power inside himself to expression his creative musical nature.  He really wanted to do it more or less.

Runner up - Squirrel Award: Best Dean Winchester Content

@torn-and-frayed won runner up in the catogory for best Dean content in the Award thing I co hosted with @winchesterswoonathon - Her request was for an angsty and fluffy Jensen drabble and it turned out a hell of a lot more angsty than it did fluffy but since it is for Steph I am sure I am forgiven. 

My first Jensen - first any rp actually so be kind!

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Originally posted by this-guy-ships-everything

Jensen was staring at the screen going over the conversation he had with you over and over again in his mind.

He had been drawn to you when he saw you standing outside the hotel you were all staying at. You were always nervous about going to Chicago for conventions. You never said why, but he always knew. He had been your roommate and co-star for long enough to know what you were thinking even before you did yourself.

He had done a number on you. Still you were drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Everytime he called, you ran back to him, and everytime Jensen had been the one to pick you off the floor. To hold you, while you cried precious tears he didn’t deserve. To spend everyday for weeks trying to put that beautiful smile back on your face, only to have him steal it from you a few months later.

But Jensen had never told you how much he cared. How he needed you as much as you seemed to need him. How you were his comfort too. His life and smile. Not until tonight. Not until he saw you standing outside the hotel dressed to the ninth, waiting.

Jensen closed his eyes as the know that build in his stomach when he saw you’d returned. When he knew you would be in his arms by the end of the week, but not for the reasons he wanted. Not because you wanted to be with him, but because you were escaping someone else.

“Are you waiting for someone?” Jensen stopped next to you, his hands still stuffed in his pockets. He knew the answer and by the look of guilt and regret on your face, there was no doubt in his mind he was right.

“Yeah Michael. He called. He wanted to talk and I guess I owe it to him to listen.” Your eyes darted back and forth, up and down the road avoiding Jensen’s eyes.

Jensen knew you were hoping he would hold back, that he would just let you go and he had in the past, but he couldn’t anymore. He couldn’t keep watching you get hurt by that son of a bitch, when all he himself wanted to do was make you happy. Show you the love you deserved and treat you like you were the most important thing in the world to him cause you were.

“Why do you keep doing this to yourself?” Jensen’s voice was just above a whisper, but loud enough for you to hear.

“Jensen, please don’t. I don’t wanna do this right now. Mike will be here at any moment.” You pleaded with him, but Jensen still wasn’t giving up.

“Don’t go with him?” It was more of a question than an order, but he still hoped you would get the urgency of his words.

“Jay, I owe him to…” you started, but Jensen interrupted you before you could finish. “Y/N, you don’t owe him a thing. He is a piece of crap! You deserve so much better.” Jensen all but hissed at you and your eyes opened wide.

“I do?! How would you know? Jensen you don’t know what you’re talking about!” You screamed at him, fighting to hold back your tears. Jensen wanted to answer, but he couldn’t think of one so pounced wrapping his arms around you and crashing his lips against yours.

The tears started streaming down his face as he remembered the kiss. The honey sweet smell of your hair and your warm soft skin under his hands. Your wet, hot mouth and tongue dancing with his until you suddenly pushed him away.

Jensen’s heart broke all over again at the memory of the choked hurt expression on your face as you backed away from him. How the red ferrari pulled up behind you before Jensen had a chance to speak a word. Before he could apologise or beg you to stay, you had climbed into the car disappearing into the night.

Choosing the guy that would hurt you over him. Choosing the guy that left you bruised and with a broken heart. The guy that left him to pick up the pieces, and he would do it again. No matter how much it would hurt, he would.

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anonymous asked:

I can't remember if it's you or truecrimehothouse, but I vaguely remember one of you mentioning that you don't believe that the West Memphis Three are innocent. If it's you, would you mind explaining? It's very rare to see any theories of their guilt and I would love to hear. If it is not you, would you mind tagging truecrimehothouse so she can explain?

Well we actually both feel that way so it could’ve been either of us. All we did was study the case in its entirety, which is conveniently all located online:

All the trial transcripts, evidence, crime scene photos, confessions, interviews, etc are all on that site and it’s no easy task to go through it all. It took me like a year to get through all of it, but in the end, i felt they were guilty. A few of the reasons why I came to this conclusion:

-Damien being seen near the scene of the crime afterword
-his phone call alibi not matching up with the time frame he was home. In fact, Damien, Jason and Jessie all had failed alibis that did not stand up in court.
-him actually confessing to the murders to some girls at a softball game, who later testified in court.
-Jessie’s confessions. The day after the murders he confessed to his friend Buddy Lucas that he “hurt some boys last night” and started crying. He confessed to police several times, on several occasions, once with his lawyers begging him not to. He confessed to the prosecutors. Additionally, he confessed to inmates in jail. Even after being convicted, he continued confessing.
-Damien failed his polygraph (lie detector). He was asked 10 questions and was shown to be lying on the following questions:
“Do you suspect of anyone killing those three boys?” No
“Do you know who killed those boys?” “No”
“At any time Wednesday or Wednesday night were you at Robin Hood Hills?” “No”.
“Were you present when those boys were killed?” “No”.
“Did you kill any of those three boys” “no”
Additionally, he told them he’d tell them all about it if he was allowed to talk to his mom first. They allowed it and then he went back to denying his guilt.
-the boys were tied up using three different knot styles, meaning three different people were involved in the murders.
-Damien lied about everything during the trial. His address, his psychological history, how often he was in west Memphis, being friends with Jessie. He seems to be a pathological liar and continued to lie while in prison (claiming another inmate broke through the wall to his cell and continuously raped him. He would tell his pen pals this, but when the pen pals believed the allegations, they contacted the prison and the warden talked to Damien about it, who denied it all. There was no sort of hole large enough for a person to fit through upon investigation. After the man Damien accused of raping him died in prison, Damien went back to making the allegations. And he’s continued to lie about other things since being released, such as having to learn how to eat with a fucking fork again. He just doesn’t seem to be capable of telling the truth about anything.

There’s so many more things that just add up (to me) of their guilt, but these are a few I can remember off the top of my head. And then I couple all of these with Damien’s mental health at the time. His parents informing mental health professionals that they didn’t want him in the home because they were scared he’d harm the younger kids in the home. Damien telling the same professionals that he believed he was a sociopath, among other things.

I usually leave sources for all of this info, but it’s too much to look up. However, everything I mentioned is available on the website I stated above.