yes i named her after the character from the last resort

Out of My Head

Originally posted by sherryzizi

Originally posted by wintersthighs

Summary: After an incident leads to Bucky Barnes getting triggered into full Winter Soldier mode, you, his girlfriend, are desperate to get the triggers out of his head. Driven to the last resort, you call up someone from your past and pay the price he demands.

A/N: I’m not exactly sure when frightening, psychologically driven, disturbing sex became my forte, but I kinda find it hilarious now that everybody goes, “You want dark sex? Go to Lily.” Especially considering what my name means, ha. I was actually meant to do a Sebastian drabble with this kind of sex in it, but I’m blocked as all hell, so this will have the same stuff in it, but with characters in it.

A/N: Speaking of being blocked on that Sebastian drabble, I am actually pretty much blocked on smut. Yes, I know that’s weird, but frankly, I need a break from it. I’m currently working on my long fic, Cherchez la Femme, and I want that to get the most attention, because I worked really, really hard on it. I typed this up in a couple of hours; Cherchez took three months to hand write and another month to edit. (I’m crazy, I know) That said, this will be the last smut one-shot I publish for a while, unless I am seriously inspired. Any smut published from this point on will be part of Cherchez or another long fic in progress. Most of you know I’m an English major, and I need to work that side of me sometimes, too. Don’t worry, I’m not angry at anyone, and I’m not about to rant, I just need to flip a switch. So there will also be a part of Cherchez published tomorrow… (not sure when though) so, please love on it. It needs long overdue cuddles.

WARNINGS: Hardcore smut. Threesome, oral and fingering (anal and vaginal), edging, forced (continual) orgasms, bondage, choking, spanking, use of magic during sex, dirty talk (name calling, degradation), language kink, metal hand kink, swearing, crying, mention of Bucky’s past trauma and mental issues, intrusion into thoughts, MIND GAMES. Sort of dubcon? Like you know when you have a fantasy you want but you’d never, never, never admit it? Yeah, that. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANGST @eclecticbooktaster FUCKING ANGST EVERYWHERE

*Shlyushka—little slut


*Ne hnich—don’t cry (it’s a really rude way of saying it)

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FIC: Tonight, I’ll need you to stay

The last of the big batch of fic requests. That box is always open.


“How could you do this to me?”
“I never want to see you again.”
“I know you, and this isn’t you.”
“I thought I could trust you.”
“You betrayed my trust.”
“I don’t need you.”
“Get away from me.”
There’s one more - “Are you sure about this?” - that will show up in part 2.


Title: Tonight, I’ll need you to stay (from a line in “Run & Go” by Twenty One Pilots)

Part: 1 of…2? Maybe 2. 

Pairing: Tom Holland/Reader, reader/OC

Summary: The reader is in an abusive relationship and needs Tom to help her out of it.

Warnings: Domestic abuse, swearing, angst. 

Also: Brad is an original character. I tried to think of the douchiest name I could.

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Spencer Hastings is Uber A

Hi everyone! I’ve been working on this theory for months and I promised everyone I would post it. I think this is the best theory I’ve written. So here it is. Spencer is Uber -A and Charlotte’s killer. There is A LOT of stuff that points to her and I will explain everything in this post. She was wearing the black hoodie way BEFORE CeCe was revealed as “A”. She was working solo. She was always one step ahead of A and I’m going to prove it here. First we have to look at “A” It’s a rule for “A” either if you’re ORIGINAL, BIG, or UBER, whatever… you have to be a incredibly smart

“A” can’t be just played by anyone from the show. The person who is behind the stalking and the threats HAS to have everything under control. There are only 4 people that can play this role and it’s: Spencer, Mona, Wren, and Lucas. A lot of people say that none of the liars can’t be A because they are the ones that get the threats. This is a lie because if you go back to season 2, Mona was sending herself texts and she was ‘A’. In season 4, supposedly CeCe dressed herself as Red Coat to help Alison save Emily from “A” and she was the one behind it. Never ever trust ANYONE on the show. The show is about LYING.

Marlene King described Uber ‘A’ as the smartest and most motivated A of all. Spencer is one of the smartest characters on the show along with Mona. We are talking about a genius here. There are currently three villains on the show:

A.D / Uber A = Charlotte’s killer

Amoji = Elliott Rollins & Mary Drake

Uber A is indeed the smartest A of all because she’s the killer and is pretending to find Charlotte’s killer when she’s the one behind it

Uber A is Charlotte’s killer and here’s why: Mary and Elliott are working with Uber A (I think they don’t even know who this person is and their motives, they are just pawns because they think this person is also looking for Charlotte’s killer) Uber A is incredibly smart to just expose their identity. Every “A” is an anonymous character. Back when CeCe was A no one from the team knew it was her just Sara but of course she had to expose herself so she could force her to help and lock her in the dollhouse

In other words, “A” is the killer and is trying to find someone to blame for the murder. She’s hiding in plain sight while she’s enjoying the show. Literally.

Spencer has everything to be A. She has the brain, she has the resources, money, the liars’ trust, she has her family that will protect her at all costs. Literally, Peter believed that Spencer had killed Alison and that’s why she was protecting her. She has EVERYTHING to play such sinister game.

In 3x01 “It Happened that Night”, 5 months have passed after Mona is revealed as A and Maya’s death. 3x01 has been known as “The Return of Uber A”. These are the people that are in this episode.

Alison, Spencer, Hanna, Emily, Aria, Mona, Ezra, Caleb, Toby, Wren, Lucas, Ella, Ashley, Veronica, and Garrett. 

The liars are having a sleepover at Spencer’s house and this is when Emily is drugged with Milizopam and is taken to the cemetery. If you re-watch the scene which is here you can see that it was impossible for anyone else to drug her. She was drugged by one of the liars and it was SPENCER! Spencer took the flask from her. No one else was in the house. Spencer is the first one to find out that Emily is gone without telling the other two; it wasn’t until Aria finds out that Emily is missing. Spencer only says “She’s gone, I looked everywhere” When they find Emily at the cemetery. Spencer tells them that someone called Emily from her phone. If someone else called Emily from her phone, she would’ve known who it was. She’s not a dumb bitch. She called her. By the way, 3x01 parallels to the pilot episode if any of you haven’t noticed.

Something that caught my attention was the reference she brought up in 3x12. She makes a reference to the film Basic Instinct. I’ve watched this episode several times and I ignored this reference…but it’s really interesting because it connects to someone’s death.

Spencer: Uh, drugging yourself is the best alibi ever. Classic Sharon stone move. Remember that movie, basic instinct? No. No. She wrote a murder mystery novel to cover up a crime that she was about to commit. It was actually kind of genius.

If you’re not familiar with Basic Instinct. It’s an erotic film in which a crime novelist and psychologist woman named Catherine Tramell played by Sharon Stone murders people and uses her novels as alibis. One of the famous quotes from the film is “ Writing a book about it gives you an alibi for not killing him” Catherine is a serial murderer and a master manipulator (very similar to Alison from the books by the way) If you haven’t noticed, 3x12 parallels to 6x12. “The Lady Killer” foreshadowed a female’s death 3 seasons later and it was Charlotte’s aka CeCe Drake and in that episode everyone is looking for an alibi

Spencer confesses to Caleb that Charlotte was murdered very similar to what she had written in her college essay. The essay = alibi. Reference to Basic Instinct. The perfect murder, the perfect alibi. Spencer and Caleb’s relationship is somewhat similar to the film. Spencer would be Catherine Tramell and Caleb would Detective Nick Curran who is investigating the homicide. In the movie, Curran cannot seem to let go of Tramell and is drawn in by her wit, charm, beauty, and fearsome seduction.

Going back to the scene in the pilot episode where she thinks she heard Alison scream. Spencer always acted shady about that night Alison disappeared and it’s because  she was in fact going to kill Alison but it was too late for her to do that. Charlotte bashed Alison’s head and Alison was buried alive. That’s why she left the barn and was looking for her but never found her. Alison was probably on her way to the Lost Woods Resort with Mona. Spencer was the one that hated Alison the most even after their reunion in 4x24 there was still tension between them. Indeed, Girls fight a lot dirtier than boys. She was going to murder Alison but someone else did it for her. She was going to kill Alison that night and was going to use the “I was drugged” as an alibi if anyone would suspect her. 

Spencer is that character that everyone trusts and plans ahead. MARY QUEEN OF SCOTS! This has been talked in the fandom for years of her dressing up as Mary Queen of Scots on the first Halloween episode. Mary Queen of Scots was found guilty of plotting to assassinate Elizabeth I who was the queen at that time. Mary wanted to become Queen and the only way she could was to assassinate Elizabeth. This perfectly fits with Alison/Spencer and Spencer/Charlotte. She plot to kill Alison to become the “leader” of the group. Mary Queen of Scots wanted power. She plot to kill Charlotte to takeover the “A” game. 

AND IT ALL LEADS BACK TO RADLEY! Every person that has turned out to be bad or A somehow has been in Radley. It’s a PATTERN. Radley holds all the answers

Mona = Original A
CeCe = Big A
Mary Drake = Twin
Spencer = A-team member

Something that connects both families (Hastings and DiLaurentis) is Radley Sanitarium and Jessica’s affair with Peter.

The Hastings have a secret from Radley. This is why Peter had an agreement with Jessica DiLaurentis and wanted for Toby to sign the papers so they could close Radley. Here’s the story: 

Spencer was adopted from Radley by Peter and Veronica Hastings. Veronica wanted another child but developed an illness that led to her cancer later on. She couldn’t risk getting pregnant again. So she decided to adopt a child. Spencer was in Radley as a child and this is what we are going to find out about her in season 7. Troian confirmed that Spencer is hiding something and that we will find out next season. It explains why she felt a connection with “Charles” in the vault room. She felt like Charles was someone who she met a long time ago when she was very little. Yes, because they were both patients at Radley. 

A lot of people say that she felt a connection because they went apple picking together. Which is true, but it was never mentioned that both families went together. Plus, Charles went there when he was 5 before he was sent to Radley. Spencer at that time was a baby. Too young to feel a connection. Her dream about Radley where we see the girl played by Maddie Ziegler proves this. That scene is NOT irrelevant as we are led to believe. Yes, Maddie is a big fan of the show and wanted to be in it. But c’mon if you are putting her on the show just because she’s a fan why not a scene at the Brew or somewhere else? Spencer is unstable that’s why she was in a mental institution and this is why Peter thought that she was capable of murdering Alison because they know she has mental issues. Jessica also mentioned one time that Spencer had something against the family and wanted Alison to stay away from her

Another thing that proves that’s she’s adopted is that she said that Hide & Seek was her favorite childhood game with Melissa because she always won but Melissa doesn’t remember. She must’ve been playing with someone at Radley. 

Another film reference that points to Spencer as being “A” one of the A messages Uber A sends was “I don’t lurk in the shadows, I hide in plain sight” if you google “Hide in Plain Sight” you will notice that this is a 1980 film and is written by a screenwriter named Spencer. A clue?

There is a lot of confusion as to who sent the messages. Mary & Elliot were sending the texts with the emojis. Uber A is signing as A.D and the last message you can see that there were no emojis

SHAKESPEARE! SHAKESPEARE! There is only one character on the show that’s obsessed with Shakespeare and that’s Spencer Hastings.

Colin: It’s just that Melissa mentioned you liked Shakespeare, so…

Spencer: I don’t like Shakespeare. I love Shakespeare.

Colin: They’re doing Hamlet at the RSC.

Spencer: Seriously? Oh, my gosh, seeing a play at the Royal Shakespeare Company is on my bucket list.

Colin: I didn’t know 18-year-olds had bucket lists. Is that an American thing? Spencer: No, it’s a Hastings thing. I’ve had mine since I was six. And Hamlet is my favorite.

That’sWhatAsaid is one of the writers (I think it’s Joseph Dougherty) tweets riddles and most of them are clues about the “A” mystery

There is one scene from season 4 that still bothers me and I want an explanation but since it hasn’t been explained, I will use it in this theory and it works out with Spencer. The ending of 4x09 “Into the Deep” ends with two “A” endings one person is in the black hoodie playing the piano and the other one was red coat sneaking into the DiLaurentis house This Red Coat was confirmed by @ThatsWhatASaid and by Marlene herself that it was CeCe who was surveilling in her family’s house. So who is in the black hoodie playing the piano?

This could be a plot hole but I doubt it. There are only 4 people on the show that play the piano and that’s Alison, Spencer, Mona, Aria, and Melissa. We know that Melissa had piano lessons with Spencer. We knew a lot of things about CeCe and the things she enjoyed but it was NEVER mentioned on the show that she played the piano. The person playing the piano is definitely Spencer and I will prove it. This “A” sent Toby musical notes and it was because Marion enjoyed playing the piano. The proof that this is Spencer are the musical notes. The musical notes must’ve been in Radley because that’s where Marion spent her last days. Spencer was in Radley and she got them from there. Coincidentally, in the episode “Will The Circle be Unbroken” (3x22) is when Spencer learns from Eddie Lamb that Marion Cavanaugh used to be a patient there and after this season, “A” starts helping Toby find out about his mom’s death giving him personal stuff like photos, cds, etc. 

How did she find out about her personal stuff? If you don’t remember, there was a board game called “Voyage” and according to Eddie Lamb, Mona used to play it when she was at Radley. The board game is a map of Radley with secret rooms and exits. Thanks to this board game she knew every door in Radley and that’s how she had access to Marion’s personal stuff. Plus, it looks like This proves that there was was someone else working solo, Uber A. CeCe wasn’t in all the A endings wearing the black hoodie that’s for sure.

In 5x08, Spencer and Emily go to the stables where Jessica was taking Bethany. In that episode, there is a horse that goes wild and kicks the gate and something goes into Spencer’s eye making her go to see the eye doctor the next episode. This is where Spencer sees two “Jennas” but it was Jenna and Sydney, who was going with Jenna to the appointments. In the end of that episode, we see “A” at the eye doctor. This can NOT be CeCe because as far as we know “A” didn’t have a reason to go to see an eye doctor. There are only two people that needed to see an eye doctor and that was Spencer and Jenna. This can NOT be Jenna because she’s blind and Sydney used to go with her to the appointments. There is only one person left. SPENCER!

Please give me credit. I’ve worked so hard on this and it’s just unfair if you say it’s yours. If you want to talk about it follow me on twitter @boyfataie

Never trust a pretty girl with an ugly secret

Rebuttal: Pearl Did Not Shatter Pink Diamond

So some friends and I were discussing the SU ‘Wanted’/Memoral Day episodes, particularly theories related to The Trial.  This is my opinion on the relevant theories regarding Pearl.  I’ll post my own theory shortly.

It’s fairly long (enough so that it seemed like the post window was starting to break), and spoilers abound.  So details are below the line if you’re up for it.

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Apartment 5108 // 15

Apartment 5108 — ft. Oh Sehun
// Contemporary Romance
// Adult Fiction
// Sexual & Explicit Language — in later chapters

A/N: This chapter is extremely long. I apologize for its lengthiness—17,205 words

// 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9 // 10 // 11 // 12 // 13 // 14


My parents were unforgiving.

Not once while growing up in their home did I see or hear them spare anyone for mistakes. Not me. Not the staff. Not even at work. It wasn’t within their capabilities to grant second chances let alone a second glance. They didn’t understand that the notion of being human was to be flawed. Faults and errors were a part of life but they aspired for perfection—to appear perfect in all its entirety and nothing short would’ve sufficed. In their strides for these impossible standards, they expected the same of others. They held everyone at the caliber they set for themselves which meant character defects, weak behavior and confused emotions weren’t permitted.

My mom and dad were stubborn and never deviated from their habitual conduct.

They acted in this manner because they feared disappointment (not that they would ever admit it). The idea of placing their trust in a person after a failure was unthinkable. They couldn’t fathom being let down; to feel defeat more than once. And they were this way because they lost faith in each other. They didn’t believe in one another and if they couldn’t count on the person they were with, then who could they rely on? It’s why no one was able to rectify their missteps.

In their eyes, a trust once lost was lost forever.

I lived similarly but the only difference was I never gave anyone the opportunity to disappoint me from the start. I didn’t allow anyone to get close; to understand me for the exact reason my parents never gave anyone another chance. I was afraid of the disappointment. I was afraid they would fail me as my parents failed me.

But the person I am now doesn’t reflect my past upbringing. I form relationships with others when I know it might not work out in the end. I’m unlike my parents and think everyone’s personality can cycle to not only the lows but also the highs. They can learn from their experiences and if they make a mistake, it doesn’t mean it’ll inevitably happen again.


I believe people can change just as I have.

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Wanheda or Not? (Part 1)

Pairing: Roan / Reader

Warning: Swearing and Violence

Request: @nicholeifly  Hey! I love your writing! Could you do A Roan x Reader. Where the reader is one of the original 100 and a total “Grounder” bad ass like O. And she leaves about the same time as Clark (after Mount Weather) and Roan sees her (in a cloak) thinking she’s Wanheda and goes after her. And some angst romance junk and what not. :) (and if I may request you keep Roan true to his character as much as possible. It would be appreciated!!)

AN: This is going to be a short little series for Roan as I couldnt’ fit it all into one chapter. I think it will be about three parts. (however i said that for the Real Mrs Vane as well and we all know how that turned out) 

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There wasn’t a big goodbye scene when you left Arkadia. No clinging to another person as if they would never let you go or tears that fell in strained silence. After all you weren’t Clarke Griffin. You weren’t the Princess of Skaikru. You were simply her shadow. The one who followed her footsteps in the dark and made sure that no damage came to the girl who thought she was unworthy of her place in Arkadia anymore.

“Look after her” Bellamy had whispered that day as you’d appeared beside him as Clarke walked away. “Make sure she’s safe”

You hadn’t answered simply nodded and taken off after Clarke. Unlike her you could move silently through forest and could go unseen by anyone you didn’t want to be seen by. Clarke took months to realise she was leaving a trail. You’d tried to clear most of it but needing to keep her in sight and also not alert her to your presence meant that you’d not been as careful as you’d wanted to be.

That was probably why now you were in as much trouble as you were.

There had been bounty hunters before these ones but they had always been easy enough to distract. Easy enough to lose or if there was no other choice easy enough to kill. The one who was currently following you though was smart.

It had taken you too long to realise he was there and even now you still hadn’t gotten a good look at him. It was hard to distract or to kill someone you couldn’t find. So, you’d resorted to the last tactic left to you. Last night you’d managed to creep into Clarke’s make shift camp and stolen one of her cloaks you’d then noisily and not all to stealthily gotten him to follow you instead of Clarke.

You knew he was behind you, could feel the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end and your skin was tingling. You continued onwards though leading him away from Clarke. The further he was away from her the safer she was.

The only warning you got that he had gotten tired of following was the slight crunch of a tree branch close behind you and then a knife had slid around your throat stopping you still, his other hand going to your hip.

“Don’t move Wanheda” You held up your hands in surrender, proving to him you had no weapons in either of them. “You got careless”

“Did I?” there were few options to take when someone had a knife to your throat. The movie version of ramming your elbow back or smashing your head back into there’s would effectively get your throat cut. The assailants arm being forced back into your throat as he stumbled away. So instead you stayed very still. “Who are you?”

“Who I am is unimportant. Don’t move” he warned as the knife was slowly retracted. He grabbed your hands spinning your around to tie rope around your wrists.

You couldn’t see his face clearly it was too smeared with mud and dirt. He was hiding something that was obvious. You didn’t recognise the accent he was speaking with from any of the nearby tribes and you had met most of them.

“Are you planning on killing me?” he predictably didn’t answer your question “or am I worth more alive I wonder?”

“Either way wouldn’t stop me cutting out your tongue”

“Wow” you raised your eyebrows at him. “threats? Is that meant to frighten me?”

“I’d be disappointed if they did. After all you’re the great Wanheda, the destroyer of mountains”

“Yes, I had heard that was what you were all calling me” he pulled on the rope forcing you forwards, walking through the forest. You were pleased to notice you were still going in the opposite direction to where Clarke was camped. You couldn’t let him take you too far though as you needed to get back as soon as possible. You also needed to figure out just how to stop this man coming after you both again. “So, where are we going?”

He glanced back at you, from the look on his face he was clearly perturbed by your whole aura of nonchalance regarding being kidnapped. You on the other hand were fairly happy, this situation was only improving for you. No more knife at your neck and he had his back to you. It was possible to work with this.

With a move you doubted he would see coming you took hold of the rope in front of you and pulled with all your strength. The rope came free from his hands and he fell backwards onto the floor. Before he’d truly processed what had happened you’d gotten the knife from your boot free and were crouched on the ground beside him with the blade against his neck.

In an almost mirror of your own face earlier he didn’t look scared simply curious about what you’d do next. Using the blade at his throat you cut your wrists free using your now free hand to wipe away some of the dirt on his face trying to get a decent look at him.

“Ice nation” you hissed as his scars we’re revealed. “You’re Azgeda”

“And you’re not Wanheda”

“Took you long enough” taking a chance you removed the knife and took a step back from him putting some space between the two of you. “Why do you want Clarke? Why would you want to take her back to your queen?”

He sat up staring across at you, he made no move to get back to his feet or to reach for any of the other multiple weapons you were sure he had on his person. “How does an obviously Skaikru member speak our language like you? And why are you pretending to be Wanheda?”

“I asked first” you were pleasantly surprised when he actually answered one of your questions.

“The story about Wanheda, it’s being said that whoever can kill her will be able to absorb the power she wields. The ability to bring about death”

“People are trying to kill Clarke because they think she can help them kill people? Well that makes a whole lot of sense”

“Your turn, why are you pretending to be Wanheda? It isn’t safe”

“Clarke is my friend. I may not agree with her sometimes but she is one of us and we protect our own” your muscles tensed getting prepared to strike as he finally got back to his feet. “You aren’t going to stop, are you?”

“Would you?”

He had a point, in fact it was simply the truth. You weren’t going to stop trying to protect Clarke. Instead you decided to try a different tactic. “I know who you are”

“And who do you think I am?”

“Prince Roan” he took a step towards you in what you thought was actual surprise. He had not expected anyone to recognise him. “The scars” pointing to the marks on his face you continued “I suppose not many people know that they’re almost like an identity tag. Each of your tribe’s scars are different, aren’t they? I recognise that marking there, you’re the exiled Prince” he still didn’t answer, although you guessed you hadn’t really asked him a question yet. “So, my previous question remains why would an exiled Prince be trying to take Clarke to the queen, mother who abandoned him?”

“How exactly do you know that I’m planning on taking her to Nia?”

That stopped you. You didn’t know that. You’d assumed that’s where he would be taking her because it was the only place that made sense. He wouldn’t be handing Clarke over to another tribe that was for sure. “Where else would you take her?”

A smile twitched the corners of his mouth. “So you don’t know everything?” he picked up the knife from the floor that he must have dropped when you’d pulled him over earlier. Sliding it into his belt. “I won’t stop hunting her”

“And I won’t stop protecting her”

“Then I guess we’ll be seeing each other again” he nodded his head to you before disappearing smoothly back into the shadows of the trees.

He was going to be a problem Prince Roan of Azgeda. A big problem and not just because he was hunting Clarke.

No, one other massive problem he seemed to present was the fact that you hadn’t been able to avoid noticing that he was incredible good looking and that he hadn’t actually tried to hurt you. Even though he knew you would be there protecting Clarke. It would have been easier for him to simply try and kill you now and be done with it. But he hadn’t, instead he’d simply walked away, and you’d let him. You’d let him go.

Oh yeah, Prince Roan was definitely going to be a massive problem.

anonymous asked:

#34 Jongin

Kai can haunt my house any day hahahaha

34.)  “Yeah, I’m dead. In the beginning, I was all like, ‘Oh no I’m dead this is so tragic’ but now I’m all like ‘dude I can float and go through walls, this is amazing’ and anyway, hi, this is – or was – my house. What’s your name?”

Originally posted by kpopsexuals

Characters: Kai

Warnings: None

Word Count: 930 

After hearing about your concerns that you had moved into a haunted house, your friend suggested that the two of you play with an Ouija Board to see if your house really was haunted or not. You two read the sheet of rules that came with the board and proceeded to play. The two of you played for two hours, with no activity happening. The two of you gave up and concluded that your house wasn’t haunted. However, after a weird experience involving something being written on the steamed up mirror in your bathroom, you wanted to try again.

You asked your friend to come over and try again, so the two of you sat at your coffee table and attempted to make contact again. You started off just like you two did before, and nothing happened. Again. You resorted to saying things mindlessly in hopes to get some form of response, which did work.

“Come on, why can’t you just say something to me?” As if being moved by another hand, you and your friend watched as the planchette moved over to two letters to spell out a word.

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“Oh, you’ll get attention now. Lay across my thighs angel.” I state and Y/N eyes immediately shining with worry and disbelief. “No, daddy I’m sorry I didn’t mean to do it. Daddy please don’t.”

Originally posted by lipringsandsnapbacks

Words: 4000+

Request: No

Rating: R

[ I don’t know why but I was inspired by this post ]

Luke’s POV

The sun peaked through my black-out blinds in my room, as the dirt particles twinkled in the sun light like little fairies dancing. I rise my hands up to my face and rub my face in my hands, trying to wake myself up, but obviously rubbing my face in my hands doesn’t work because I hear a sound that nearly makes my ears bleed from next door.

I rise up and grab the string that pulls up my blinds, and look and seeing a moving truck settling down the ramp and workers unloading the heavy boxes and some carrying Tim Hortons in their hands.

“Mom!” I shout and jump up and out of my bed, quickly making my way out of my bedroom and downstairs into the kitchen where I smell bacon and eggs. “Yes Luke.”

“When did we get new neighbors?” I ask while leaning against the island counter in the middle of our kitchen.

“When are you gonna put a shirt on?” My mom says, completely avoiding the question that I’ve asked.

“I’ll put a shirt on when you answer my question.” I state while walking over to my mom and reaching over and grabbing a piece of bacon beside my mom. “They bought that house like a month ago Luke, and they’re moving in today. I don’t know what else to tell you about them? I don’t know anything other then that.”

“Thanks,” I say and kiss my mom on my cheek before grabbing a plate from the cracker coloured cabinet.

“No problem-Oh! I almost forgot, I’m gonna invite them over for dinner, you know, lets be nice and welcome them kindly to the neighborhood. So please, clean your room just in case their daughter goes upstairs with you, since you love to stay in that room of yours.”

“They have a daughter?” I ask and quickly make my way over to the small window that we have in the kitchen that my mom always leaves open when she cooks. “Mhm, now go clean your room please.” 

I only nod my hand in response while looking out the window, trying to find the new neighbors daughter, which only gets me a slap in the back of the head and a shout to hurry up and eat my breakfast and clean my room.

“Luke, please go get the door.” My mom says while rushing around and grapping forks and knives from the drawer and hurrying to place them in the dining room.

I let my feet carry me to the door and gently place my hand on the doorknob and twist it while pulling the door open, revealing two people.

I always thought that I would have to be remarkably handsome or even move to a different country to even see a supermodel in front of my eyes, but yet here I am, and I am standing in front of this beautiful girl with the most perfect eyes and cutest nose, and her lips are so pink that I think they’re pinker then cotton candy and strawberry milk combined. And her body, literally sculptured by God and all the arc angels. And her hair, it reaches to her hips. I am just completely memorized by this beautiful girl in front of me.

“Hello! Hello! Hello!” I hear my mother say from behind me, making me snap out of my daze. I gently shake my head and smile up at the man in his mid-30’s and his daughter that is right next to him. “Come on in! I bet it’s cold outside.”

“Uh-yeah-sorry, come in,” I say and peel the door open wider and letting the beautiful girl walk past me with her father right next to her.

“You guys came right on time, I just finished making dinner.” My mom says while leading the way into the dining room, where food is set out, waiting for us to dig in and fill our stomachs.

Once everyone is done sharing out their food, I see my mother and the man that came to the door with his remarkably beautiful daughter, making their way into the living room to watch whatever show that will catch their attention.

“Hey, do you want to eat upstairs in my room. I mean, I don’t want to sit down and eat food while listening to some home renovation guy talk about dry wall for a good five minutes, but if you want to go ahead,” I laugh and she does the same and I feel my heart pound against my chest and butterflies swimming in my stomach.

“Yeah, sure.” She says and then we grab our plates and begin to make our way up into my bedroom. “My name is Luke, by the way.”

“Y/N,” She says and her voice is so soft and gentle, and if her voice were to ever become an object, I think a cloud would perfectly represent it.

“So what is your favourite subject in school?”

“How do you even understand this stuff?” I ask while rubbing the back of my head. And Y/N laughs and I smile and it’s been like this forever, Y/N coming over and trying to make me understand what I’m doing in all my subjects because I don’t understand half of this stuff that my teachers teach me and surprisingly I am passing.

“I don’t know. I just do.” Y/N smiles before bending over and looking at the Math question and explaining it to me, which only makes me let out a sigh and thanking Y/N for moving right next to me, which only makes her let out a laugh, making my heart pound against my chest.

“Please teach me your ways,” I sigh while writing down my last question and trying to figure out the answer before resorting to the back of the book. “I was just born with it.”

“Mm, maybe it’s the continuous episodes of Sailor Moon that you watch. Oh! Maybe because you drink strawberry milk. You put steroids in your strawberry milk, that’s it!” I nearly shout and Y/N lets out a hearty laugh before slapping me in my chest gently.

“I don’t put steroids in my strawberry milk, Luke. That doesn’t even make any sense. And I’m pretty sure Sailor Moon didn’t make me smart.” Y/N says and I shake my head.

“You’re telling me that Sailor Mercury didn’t teach you anything?” I ask and Y/N rises her left eyebrow while crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"I thought you didn’t pay attention when we watch Sailor Moon?” Y/N ask and I feel my cheeks begin to heat up and I let out a low grunt before peeling my eyes away from Y/N’s and looking everywhere but at her.

“I don’t. I just remember some characters, you know.” I state and Y/N nods her head.

“Yeah. I know.”

"Luke! Luke!” I hear someone shout from behind me, I quickly turn around and I am met with Y/N’s face completely red face from running to catch up with me. “Yes.”

“Come over tonight?” Y/N ask and I begin to shake my head while continuing to walk, Y/N following behind me.

“Why not? We can watch Sailor Moon and drink strawberry milk together! How about I dress you up again! It’ll be fun!” Y/N exclaims with a happy tone and if Y/N was in an anime I could only imagine this scene to look like a happy and preppy girl bothering the boy that doesn’t want to do anything with her.

“Unlike you Y/N, I actually have to study for my test,” I laugh and Y/N pouts.

“I study for my test.” Y/N says with a sad tone and I let out a laugh before swinging my arm around Y/N’s naked shoulder and smile down at her when I see a blush begin to heat up her cheeks. “I’m sure you do.”

“Okay, maybe I don’t, but at least come over for strawberry milk and one episode of Sailor Moon?” Y/N pleads and her bottom lip juts out, and her eyes begin to shine with water. I let out a sigh before smiling down at Y/N.

“It wouldn’t hurt to watch one? Now would it.”

And I was totally wrong, because after watching one episode of Sailor Moon only lead Y/N to put in another one, and another one. I finally look up at the clock on Y/N’s desk and see that’s 12:53. I let out a yawn before rising up and off the bed.

"Y/N I should be heading home now.” I state and I feel Y/N grasp my wrist in her hand and gently tug me back onto the bed. “No, sleepover. Please.”

I let out a little sigh and Y/N lets out a smile before tugging me onto the bed and excusing herself to go get ready for bed and grabbing me a toothbrush.

“Here.” Y/N says once she is back and wow. She looks so beautiful and she is in a big white shirt and she looks so beautiful with clothes that don’t fit tightly against her body because, right now she just looks like an actual angel.

“Here’s your toothbrush,” Y/N says once again, knocking me out of my state and I grab the toothbrush out of her hand before thanking her and making my way into Y/N’s conjoined bathroom.

I let out a sigh once I walk into the bathroom, it would actually be a miracle if I don’t get a hard while I sleep over with Y/N. See there has been many incidents where I have gotten hard while just being with Y/N, many times was from just the way she talks, sometimes even her laughter gets me so hard. I don’t know why, but it just does.

Once I’m finish brushing my teeth I make my way back into the bedroom and see Y/N laying on the bed with her phone in her face. I let out a shaky breath before walking over to the bed and laying down right next to Y/N and see what she is looking at, which ends up being a picture of a cute white cat.

“Luke?” Y/N ask me once she is finish done liking a post on Instagram and setting her phone down beside her bed and looking at me with curious eyes. I hum in acknowledgment and Y/N turns around, laying on her side and staring me up and down while biting on her bottom lip, and I’m pretty sure I’m hard and maybe sleeping over Y/N’s house is a bad idea.

“What are your kinks?” Y/N ask and I feel my eyebrows nearly leave my head and my eyes nearly pop out of its sockets. “I-Um-I”

“I mean you don’t have to tell me if you’re uncomfortable with it,” Y/N says nonchalant, like what she just asked was normal. Like it is normal for someone to ask about your sexual desires.

“I just-I um-What’s yours?” I ask, trying to get the attention off of me and I see Y/N’s eyes twinkle bright with excitement before sitting up on the bed while staring down at me.

“I have a daddy kink.”

 And just with those words my life spun out of control. Every time she touched me or even spoke to me I would just think of her doing something remarkably attractive that I would immediately get hard about. And it got worse, and when I mean worse, I meant it got to the point were whenever I would look down at Y/N I would just imagine her down on her knees and taking me into her mouth and her pretty pink lips wrapped around my cock just doing the most delicious swirls with her tongue that she does around her strawberry coloured lollipops that she has in her room.

"Luke!” I hear Y/N shout from beside me and I quickly move my gaze away from the blank white wall that I am looking at in Y/N’s room and to Y/N bright Y/C/E eyes. “Yes.”

“Why are you always dozing off all of a sudden. I mean, ever since I told you about my kink you’ve gotten quieter and you always doze off now? Are you okay?” Y/N ask and I look at Y/N and then I look at the TV that is playing a Sailor Moon episode.

“I want to be your daddy.” I say and I didn’t mean for it to come out like that- I’m totally lying, I really did mean for it to come out like that and I can’t imagine Y/N having someone pour her strawberry milk or watch Sailor Moon with her, I can only see myself doing it and I don’t even know what I’m getting myself into but I think it’s gonna be okay if I have Y/N by my side.

“Really? I didn’t think of you having a daddy kink,” Y/N says and I shrug my shoulders. “I mean every since I you told me about your kink I-I-I just started dozing off and day dreaming about like-you know,”

"No Luke, I don’t know. Do tell,” Y/N says with a slight smirk on her lips and I watch as Y/N begins to climb up my body and I feel my face begin to turn red and my cock begin to get hard.

“Like-I-I-I would imagine your lips wrapped around my cock,” I say and Y/N smirk widens before dragging her hand up my leg and then running it over my growing member.

“Mm, sounds great.” Y/N says while licking her bottom lip and applying pressure to my cock, making a moan slip past my lips.

“Can I suck your cock, daddy?” Y/N says in the most innocent voice and I let out a moan before grabbing Y/N’s face and crashing my lips against hers, and God does it feel so good. So fucking good. And she tastes like strawberry milk and cotton candy, so sweet and addicting that I don’t even want to pull away from Y/N’s lips, I just want to swirl my tongue against Y/N’s for the rest of my life if I could, but suddenly Y/N peels away from the kiss and begins pressing kisses down my neck and rubbing her palm against my member.

“Mm, lift your shirt up,” Y/N says and I do what she says, lifting my shirt up and over my head and tossing it across the room. Just as Y/N continues to press kisses down my body. I let a moan slip past my lips as I feel Y/N press small pecks against my hip bones before undoing my belt and gently tugging my pants off.

“Daddy, you’re so hard,” Y/N breathes against my member while licking me over my black boxers, making my hips buck up and letting a moan slip past my lips.

"Stop playing around angel,” I say and I see Y/N’s eyes twinkle with excitement before pressing one last kiss on my boxer covered cock and then peeling my boxers off, making my cock slap up and against my stomach.

“Daddy you’re so big.” Y/N states while licking her lips and then looking up at me as she presses small pecks along my cock before sucking my head into her mouth, making my head fall back while Y/N runs her tongue along my slit gently before running her tongue up and down my cock.

“God,” I moan once Y/N takes me in her mouth. Her tongue swirling around the tip of my cock while her mouth continues to suck me into her mouth. I let my hands gently wrap my hands around hair, making a makeshift ponytail as she begins to bob her head around my cock.

“You look so pretty, baby. My little angel,” I moan as Y/N eyes look up at me before taking me all the way into her mouth, her nose pressing against my pelvic bone as she swallows around me and swear words are slipping out of my mouth from left to right because, fuck does this feel amazing.

“Ahh fuck baby, I’m gonna come,” I moan as Y/N keeps on deep throating me. I tightly grip Y/N’s hair in my hand and begin to make Y/N bob her head more frequently then before but at slower paste making me nearly come when I feel Y/N’s tongue running up and down my slit once again.

“Y/N- Holy shit- Fuck,” I moan when I see Y/N stare up at me, her eyes twinkling as I feel my self spilling into her mouth. “Mm, you taste so good daddy.”

“God, you’re gonna be the death of me, come here angel,” I say breathless and Y/N does just that, moving her body up from between my legs to rest in my lap, her thighs pressing against my hips while her lips meet mine.

“God you’re so wet, I can feel you dripping through your panties angel.” I state, making Y/N moan when she feels my finger run against her clothed slit. “Daddy.”

“Mm, don’t worry, daddy is gonna make you feel good angel, don’t worry.” I state while pushing Y/N’s panties aside and running my fingers along Y/N’s slit, making Y/N suck in a breath while dropping her head onto my shoulders.

“Fuck baby, I didn’t even touch you and you’re fucking soaking,” I say while slipping a finger into Y/N’s warm tight heat, making Y/N grip my shoulders tightly in her hands. “Fuck daddy.”

I continue to thrust my index finger into Y/N’s soaking core while making my thumb run fast figure eights on her clit. Once I feel Y/N begin to clench around my finger I decide to add a second one, making Y/N nearly scream, and I gently grip Y/N’s hip in my hand, making her ride my fingers while her white tennis skirt bounces with her hips.

“Fuck, daddy, I’m gonna come,” Y/N moans while picking up her paste, I let a moan slip past my lips as I let go of Y/N’s hip, I grab Y/N’s pink tank top in my hand pulling it down, making her perking nipples spill out of her tank, and I quickly use my other hand and grasp a nipple in my finger and gently pinch and tug on it while my mouth pays attention to the other one.

“Ahh, fuck!” Y/N shouts, her legs shaking against my hips and her hips stuttering against mine while Y/N continues to let moans slip past her lips.

“God that was amazing. I’m glad you’re my daddy.”

“No, no, everything is good down here, don’t worry mom, just enjoy yourself.” I say into the phone while I feel Y/N tugging on the sleeve of my black and red flannel. “Y/N stop, I’m talking to my mom right now.”

“No it’s nobody mom, continue.” I say into the phone while I see Y/N whine and pout her bottom lip. I let a sigh slip through my lips before I slump into the couch more with my eyes shut and continue to listen to what my mom is saying about heating the casserole in the fridge properly.

“No I’m not hungry right now. Listen mom-Shit,” I moan out when I feel Y/N rub her hand over my cock. I let my eyes pop open and I stare at Y/N with a dangerous glare. “No, I dropped something by accident, continue.”

“Daddy I want your cock,” Y/N whispers in my ear before shoving her hands down my jogging pants and into my boxers. I let a moan slip past my lips when I feel Y/N’s cold palm against my now growing cock.

“Y/N you better stop or you’ll get punished.” I state, moving my phone away from my ear as I watch Y/N just shrug her shoulders before peeling my jogging pants and boxers down to my ankles and running her tongue alongside my cock.

“Uh yeah, yeah, I’m listening. You said to not put it in the microwave,” I breathe out with a shaky breath.

“Mm, I love how hard you get daddy.” Y/N states before taking me all the way into her mouth, her nose brushing against my pelvic bone as she deep throats me. My mouth letting a moan slip past my lips.

“I-I just stubbed my toe mom. Listen I need to go now. Yeah I’m getting pretty tired, okay, love you too, bye.” I say with a shaky breath before hanging up the phone and gripping Y/N from her hair and pulling her off of my cock.

“Do you think that was a good idea angel?” I ask Y/N and she lets out shrug before starring at me with her doe eyes.

“I’m horny daddy. I wanted your cock and you weren’t paying me any attention,” Y/N says with an innocent tone while playing with the ends of her white tennis skirt.

“Oh, you’ll get attention now. Lay across my thighs angel.” I state and Y/N eyes immediately shining with worry and disbelief. “No, daddy I’m sorry I didn’t mean to do it. Daddy please don’t.”

“Oh no angel, do you think you can back out now?”


“So lay across my thighs.” I state and Y/N lets out a whimper before bending over and laying across my thighs. I peel Y/N’s skirt up to see her not wearing any panties, her naked backside in my face.

“You’re so wet and I didn’t even do anything to you.” I state while running my finger along Y/N’s wet soaking slit. I hear Y/N suck in a breath before grasping onto my calf tightly.

“I want you to count for me, okay?” I ask and all I see Y/N do is bob her head.

"I’m sorry I didn’t hear you, what was that?”

“Yes, daddy.” Y/N says and from there I begin to lay my hands upon her perky backside, her ass cheeks jiggling around as I continuously lay my hands upon her now crimson ass cheeks. After every smack on Y/N’s cheeks, I feel her grip tighten around my calf.

“Twenty.” Y/N whimpers out before she gently turns around in my lap and rises up and presses a kiss on my lips.

“You still want daddy’s cock?” I mumble against Y/N’s lips while she continues to place light and gentle pecks against my lips. “Mhm, please.”

“So ride me angel,” I say while watching Y/N tug her white halter top over her head and pulling her skirt off also. After she peels her skirt down her legs, she sets her self on my hips once again, and I see a smirk written on her strawberry coloured lips before she reaches behind herself and grips my aching cock in her soft tiny hands and slips my cock in her tight wet heat.

“Fuck,” Y/N and I moan in unison as soon as she begins to move her hips against mine, her hips moving in a delicious way that it makes my eyes roll to the back of my head and my mouth fall open, leaving me speechless. 

“Fuck, daddy, your cock is so huge,” Y/N moans as she increases her pace, making my eyes roll to the back of my head as I feel Y/N’s tight walls wrap around my cock in the most sinful way.

“Fuck Luke,” Y/N moans as I begin to thrust up into Y/N her hips continuing to move sinfully against mine. I let my eyes fall on Y/N’s face as she continues to ride me.

“Spank me Luke, please,” Y/N whimpers while placing her hands against my chest as she begins to ride me.

“I thought you didn’t like to get spanked?” I ask in a questioning tone while smacking my hand against her ass, Y/N’s body jolting up and a moan slipping past her lips as her eyes fly open.

“God I love getting spanked, spank me more, please!” Y/N moans and I let a chuckle slip past my lips before placing five more slaps against Y/N’s ass and thrusting my hips up into hers. “Fuck I’m gonna come.”

“Me too,” I moan as I feel Y/N’s walls begin to clench and unclench against my cock. I release my hand from Y/N’s ass and place my thumb on her clit as I begin to rub slobby figure eights on her clit, and after that Y/N and I are totally gone. Her body withering against mine as I feel her come, and I let my arms wrap around Y/N’s waist as I come with her.

“God that was amazing,” Y/N sighs while running her hands down my arms and pressing a kiss against my forehead.

“It’s always amazing with you, angel.”

[ I’m sorry for any spelling mistakes!!! ]

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Prompt 19- Sent to the wrong printer

Oliver and Felicity are in Hawaii for their friends’ wedding and Felicity picks up an admirer.


Little note before you begin- I have nothing against Barry and Iris (don’t watch the show, so I don’t know enough about them care to be honest) but this popped into my head for this prompt and I couldn’t get it out, so I went with it. The story doesn’t really include either character, mostly just mentioned, but fans of theirs may not like the way I’ve portrayed them. Considered yourself warned :)

Felicity sighed in relief as the vehicle stopped at their destination. It had been a long trip, filled with delays and she was exhausted. Oliver grabbed her hand as he helped her out of the van, giving her a tender smile as the rest of the group tumbled out behind her. All she wanted to do was crash. Hopefully there was nothing on the agenda for tonight…

Barry and Iris had surprised everyone two week ago when they announced they were having a destination wedding at a small resort in Hawaii. It had seemed idyllic at the time, but after spending the last ten hours with them, Felicity was strongly reconsidering that sentiment. The two hadn’t stopped bickering since they all met up at LAX.

“Why don’t you ladies check us in and we’ll bring in the bags,” Oliver suggested, running a hand across her back.

“Perfect.” Felicity swung her purse over her shoulder and headed to the entrance, feeling Iris, Thea, Lyla and Caitlin behind her.

“Good evening,” the receptionist greeted them, his eyes lingering on Felicity. “Welcome to Hawaii. If I can just get everyone’s name, I’ll get you checked in a quickly as possible.”

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Decoded (Stiles Romance Sequel) ~Chapter 2~

Originally posted by teenwolfieedits

           “Stiles could you make the drive a little bit faster,” I muttered from the very back of his Jeep, the trunk area more specifically. “This space is not meant for people with heels on!”

           “No one asked you to wear heels,” he said from the front. I huffed and sat myself down further, squeezing myself so that I could at least fit while the three girls held onto an unconscious Derek.

           “We’re almost there,” Scott added for Stiles. “We’ll drop off Kira first and then Malia. Do you want us to drop you off too?”

           “I just want you to let me out,” I sighed. “But I’ll stay, just in case.”

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darwinquark replied to your post “damn that was intense and I screeched at one point and it’s 5am here…”

YES. I actually keep seeing complaints from book fans about how the show messed it up by making them each other’s last resort instead of having them choose each other out of some connection, and I was like ’!?!?!?!’ it’s been like three seconds? Why would they already be each other’s first choice? Isolating them and backing them into each other is the only remotely realistic way to partner them up, like? NOW is when all the bonding comes? The show’s doing it WAY better.

I was browsing the tag after the show had aired as well and saw the same as you and it really made me think. The way I see it, I cannot say that one is better than the other, it’s just different, which is caused predominantly by the different types of media that the story is presented to us by. I read the book as well (like a week ago) so I definitely see the points where their story differs.

The book is definitely very well-written and as it provides deeper insight into characters, the progress of Rosaline and Benvolio’s relationship has a chance to be much more gradual. In every scene, they are more and more accustomed to each other’s presence, becoming partners in their little investigation, and thus their ‘elopement’ is a quite logical outcome of events. If you haven’t read the book, there is a scene when they’re trying to find some information about their common enemy and they are meant to meet after lunch again. Rosaline completely forgets, going to her former home, lost in the past and memories of her family. Benvolio finds her there, concerned about her well-being, bringing food, and then he actually has a picnic there with her. In this scenario, there is a lot of time for bonding and therefore the choice is quite reasoned.

In our beloved TV show, time is not what we have. Rosaline and Benvolio are basically tossed into this situation and they don’t have the luxury of a gradual development of their relationship. But still, in terms of choice, I think they choose each other, in a way. I know, Benvolio first decides to run away with Stella, but that was understandable, seeing how much she meant to him in the previous episodes. After her betrayal and finding out that Friar Laurence knows something, he could follow him alone but that’s not what happened, is it. He rather loses even more time in order to come to Rosaline and ask her to accompany him, no demand, only a desperate plea of a man whose life’s in danger. And Rosaline’s choice is Benvolio, because she could tell him that he can go alone, but she doesn’t. Right now, they’re still driven by the urge to do what’s right but I think when you put the scenes in her home and the balcony scene in comparison, one has to think of the lines they say to each other, “You only hate me for my name.” “And you hate me for mine.” If they had more options (being with Stella/Escalus), eloping together would feel forced and as you say, not very realistic. After four episodes calling each other Capulet and Montague, at the end they decide to use their first name, seeing the person behind that name, rather than one of the houses, and for me, this is a huge step forward. So even though they have nobody else to turn to, they still choose to see the other one for who they truly are (which is in the book as well, but I feel that the contrast is much stronger in the TV show as in the book they often call each other my lord and my lady even without witnesses). And we mustn’t forget that there is another dimension in the TV show concerning choosing each other, the fact that we got a fight scene (which isn’t in the book) when they’re concerned about the other and want to save the other one (the lines “Come with me, I’ll help you.” “Run. Capulet, for the love of God run and save yourself!” – they give me so much f e e l s).

So yes, I think their situation has to be a bit more desperate in TV show due the lack of time – I’m quite sad that we cannot have more episodes because I definitely wouldn’t mind gradual progress of their relationship but yeah, like I said, the way abc handles this series, I’m grateful for what we have.  And I think the way this show is restrained, it still does a damn good job in storytelling. And just like you, I’m also looking forward to their bonding in the next episodes ;)

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A/N: So I know this is late and I apologize. This is for @snowbaz-lover, @witchraftywizardry , my dear friend Faith, @snowbaz-fics and anyone else who has supported my writing and me thank you it means a lot.

P.S: They’re still at Watford and the idea certainty isn’t mine it was an ask from @whiskerphil to someone sorry idk who but @pitchonthepitch reblogged it and I thought I’d try it out. Enjoy!


When I awoke in the middle of the night to pained screams I thought they were my own for nightmares were no strangers, but when I realized that even after I had shut my mouth they didn’t stop I looked over to see Baz twisting and turning relentlessly entangled in his blankets. For a second I thought maybe I could just go back to sleep and use this as leverage, but I knew better, I know what it’s like to be having a nightmare so bad it makes you scream and feels like it’s physically hurting. So I got up against all my morals and approached his bed but then what is it’s all just a trick? It didn’t sound unlikely as it was Baz but he looked so hurt and the tears running down his face couldn’t be fake that’s what he want you to think, he could have used a spell at that I stepped back, he could have used a spell couldn’t he, but. He looks so hurt why do you even care? He tried to kill you, yes but ever since he’s been back he hasn’t tried to do anything even his sneers seem halfhearted. I stepped forward ignoring my doubts, he may have been mean and a prick but if this is legit and I just ignore it I would be just as bad as him.

I walked towards his bed ever so carefully hesitantly sitting on his bed still unsure about the whole ordeal.


Darkness. That’s all I see, a black darkness that seems so vast and endless yet suffocating at the same time, I try to move to get out of there but I can’t I’m trapped I yell for help but nothing happens so I close my eyes and when I open them again I wish I hadn’t. I can hear my mother’s yells as she cast spell after spell. It’s so hot; children’s screams of fear fill my ears. I feel what feels like pair of knives jam themselves into my neck, the pain is blinding and the last thing I see is my mother sacrificing herself as vampires jump on her to die for the cause she lived for.

I’m back in the suffocating darkness but I’m not alone, I could hear a familiar voice whispering in the darkness, it didn’t seem to be coming from one particular point not from within nor outside it filled the empty space. “Tyranuss. How dare you live while I’m dead” it was my mothers words and I wished now more than ever that it would all just end. With each cruel word she said her voice got louder “ I was in that nursery for you, I died for you! I died to kill them and yet you join them!” hot tears stung my eyes as I tried to plead “no, mother, please! I-I-” she didn’t let me finish not that I knew what I would say next “ENOUGH! I don’t want your excuses you killed me, I’m dead because of you! I died to kill those monsters and you live as one of them!? MONSTER! You are no son of mine. Tell me Basilton do you disagree? You know I’m right for when have I ever been wrong? Maybe when I thought you’d make me proud but that is your fault. It’s all your fault! You killed me! You monster!” I was full on sobbing by now my mothers cruel words re-opening old wounds “please, mother. I’m sorry!” her harsh words continued despite my pleas for forgiveness. I couldn’t breath the darkness, her voice everything seemed to be burying me alive “I’m sorry mother! You’re right! I am a monster I don’t deserve to live, to carry your name! I am a coward for living!” I tried a useless attempt to make it all stop. She was right but her words sill hurt so much. I was violently shaking her words continued and as I screamed my throat burned.


His screams grew louder and for a second I worried if someone would hear them but remembered the silencing charms that came with the room. I started to understand bits and pieces of what he was shouting but I had no time to focus on that I needed to wake him for he seemed to be close to hyperventilating. I shook him but seeing as he was already shaking I doubted it had much difference so I resorted to my last option “BAZ!” it was stupid but I was desperate “Baz, please wake up. You need to wake up Baz” it worked I could see him coming to his senses. Suddenly he shot up sitting up in bed, fresh sobs racking his body he ran to the toilet and I would hear him vomiting I walked in seeing as he left the door open and sat beside him as he lurched into the toilet rubbing what I hoped were soothing circles on his back.

After Baz had calmed down a bit they sat there on the cold tiles Baz still crying, he had his head on my shoulder while I laid a protective arm around him “I killed her Simon” Baz’s words were muffled but still coherent “Shhh. Who Baz?” he had to get it off his chest, I knew the pain it caused to keep it in so I went along with it “my mother. I killed her” I was taken back by that, I didn’t know much about what happened but I tried to remember everything Penny had told me about that night “that wasn’t you, it was the vampires” I kept my voice soft I felt his fresh tears soak through my shirt as he said the next part “And what am I?” it killed me how broken he sounded “You aren’t that kind of vampire you wouldn’t kill a human much less a mage” he scoffs and I know what he’s going to say before the words even leave his mouth “aren’t you the one always trying to pin some murder on me? To prove to everyone the evil monster I am?” I hated myself for making him seem that way, for making him up to be that way “You’re not evil Baz, you may be a prick sometimes but you sure as hell aren’t a monster. I- I just said those things because I needed a reason to hate you, because if I didn’t …” I could feel tears sting my own eyes “What? If you didn’t what?” I turned my head looking into those beautiful grey eyes of his “Because if I didn’t, I’d love you.”

A/N: If you see any mistakes i apologize and would happily like to fix them.

A Good Man Goes To War - Doctor Who blog

(SPOILER WARNING: The following is an in-depth critical analysis. If you haven’t seen this episode yet, you may want to before reading this review)

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen A Good Man Goes To War. I remember at the time thinking it was dumb, but I had forgotten just how dumb it actually was until now. I’ve seen bad Doctor Who before. I’ve seen stupid Doctor Who before. But A Good Man Goes To War reaches new levels of bollocks I didn’t even think was possible to reach. It’s really quite astounding.

So Amy is trapped on Demon’s Run with Eye Patch Lady about to steal her child. And already we’ve hit our first problem. I’ve mentioned in the past how rubbish Moffat is at writing female characters, and this episode is where its most obvious. Eye Patch Lady is taking her baby away and all Amy does in response is throw sassy putdowns at people. Now if someone were to take away my child, I’d be in fucking hysterics. I’d be shouting and screaming and trying to put up a fight. But as I’ve said in the past, Amy isn’t a character. She’s a plot device. And Moffat writes her as such. She is pretty much nothing but a walking womb.

Meanwhile the Doctor is travelling around time and space and calling in markers in order to save Amy. And here is our second problem. Does this sound like the Doctor to you? Expecting favours from people as a repayment for helping them out in the past? Again, I find myself asking, has Steven Moffat ever actually watched Doctor Who before? The Doctor helps people because it’s the right thing to do. He doesn’t do it with the cynical expectation that they’ll return the favour at some point down the line. It’s just wildly out of character for him.

I suppose I’d be a little more comfortable with it if we actually got to know the Paternoster Gang. Find out how they met the Doctor and why they feel they owe him a favour, but we don’t. For some strange reason people really seem to like the Paternoster Gang, but for the life of me I can’t see why. They’re complete non-entities. There’s nothing remotely interesting about them. Strax is basically just the shit comic relief, diminishing any possible threat the Sontarans could have in future stories with every unfunny one liner, and we learn precisely fuck all about Madame Vastra or Jenny other than they’re gay (on a side note, why do they keep casting Neve McIntosh to play Silurians? Don’t get me wrong. She’s a good actor, but the Silurians aren’t like the Sontarans. They’re not clones).

At this point it seems appropriate to talk about LGBT representation. Specifically how rubbish Moffat is at doing it. Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful that Moffat is willing to put gay characters into his stories, but the way he does it is a tad dodgy to say the least. See, when you’re writing a gay character, there needs to be a lot more to them than just being gay. Russell T Davies understood that perfectly. There were a number of queer characters during his tenure as showrunner, most notably Captain Jack Harkness, and they were all written fairly well for the most part. What I especially appreciated was how their sexuality was never the primary focus. Rather it was just another aspect to their character. Look at Jack Harkness. He’s openly pansexual, but they never make a big deal out of it. It’s just casually mentioned and treated as any other character trait. Plus there’s a lot more to Jack than just being pan. He’s an outgoing adventurer. He seeks redemption for his conman days. He puts on a cheery facade to hide the dark traumas he went through during his long, immortal life. This is good LGBT representation because what it does is it normalises his sexuality. The show treats him as any other character. There’s nothing special or different about him. He’s no different from a heterosexual person. He just has different sexual preferences, and that’s fine. There’s nothing wrong or strange about that, and so the show doesn’t treat it as such. I think that’s a really good message to send to kids.

Then we come to the Moffat era. Madame Vastra and Jenny are gay. That’s their sole defining character traits. That’s not representation. That’s tokenism. Whereas the queer characters of the RTD era felt like real people, the ones in the Moffat era feel like cardboard cutouts with the word ‘gay’ written on their foreheads. And it just gets worse when those two Cleric marines show up:

“We’re the Thin Fat Gay Married Anglican Marines. Why would we need names as well?”

Ugh! Okay, let me tell you precisely why I hate this line so much. It’s incredibly important, particularly in a kids show, to represent and normalise the LGBT community. My issue is this. If being gay is perfectly normal (which of course it is)… why is Moffat drawing so much attention to it? That would be like me making a big fuss about the colour of the sky. The only reason you would do that is if there’s something unusual about it, which is precisely the opposite thing you should be conveying. It’s heavily implied that the Thin Fat Gay Couple are the only ones who are gay, and that’s treated as a novelty. They’re such a novelty in fact that they don’t even have names. The reason I hate this so much is because they’re not characters in their own right. Rather they’re the equivalent of a carnival sideshow attraction with Moffat as the ringmaster inviting spectators to pay tuppence to poke the freaks in the cages. Rather than putting in the effort to write gay characters that are actually well developed and complex, he’s just using these shallow caricatures to boast about how seemingly progressive he is. He’s more bothered about winning brownie points and massaging his own ego rather than providing compelling representation for minority figures. 

He treats his female characters the same way. He boasts about how strong Amy and River Song are, but they’re really not. Yes they’re seemingly independent at first glance, but they very frequently fall into the same, tired old sexist tropes we’ve seen dozens of times before and we never actually learn anything significant about them outside of their lives with the Doctor. Look at this very episode. Amy loses her baby, but she never reacts in a believable or empathetic way. She just resorts to her sassy putdowns and pointing guns at people because that’s the only way Moffat knows how to write women. In fact Amy isn’t even that independent. In a rather telling scene, the Doctor asks Rory’s permission to hug Amy as though she’s Rory’s property as opposed to the strong, independent woman she apparently is. Moffat keeps insisting he’s a feminist and yet he doesn’t see anything wrong with a woman not being able to hug another man without her husband’s permission first.

This is the biggest reason why I hate Moffat as a writer so much. It goes beyond the plot hole riddled stories, the convoluted series arcs and the bad characterisation. Moffat is a man more concerned with looking progressive rather than actually being progressive.

So anyway, the Doctor and Rory (who is dressed in his Roman gear for some stupid reason) manage to save Amy without a single drop of blood being spilt (you know, if you don’t count the Clerics that got killed by the Headless Monks during the Doctor’s deception or the millions of Cybermen that the Doctor kills just to make a point. Brief side note, why would the Cybermen know or care where Amy is? Okay their Legion monitors everything in that particular quadrant, but somehow I doubt that extends to pregnant women. Plus it’s highly unlikely the Cybermen would want to divulge any information after you’ve just blown them up).

Actually it’s a shame that the Headless Monks were wasted on this stupid series arc because I actually thought they were a pretty cool idea. The theology is well thought out and it could have potentially served as a damning criticism of organised religion (thinking from the heart as opposed to the head. I like it). Instead we get treated to more bollocks. So the Monks, Clerics, Silence and Eye Patch Lady have all teamed up to kill the Doctor because apparently he’s a very bad man. Why do they think that?

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I don’t know! I’ve got no fucking idea! I mean I’m not going to pretend that the Doctor is a saint, but if you want us to believe he’s a dangerous warrior, you’re going to have to show us some actual evidence. And that’s the problem. There isn’t any. Yes the Doctor has killed, but it’s always been for the greater good. To help others who couldn’t defend themselves. He may not be perfect, but he’s a good man at heart. Unless you give me a compelling reason to believe otherwise, I’m just going to snort and roll my eyes. Obviously Moffat isn’t giving us the full story until much later, but all it does is negatively impact this one. Basically, in this episode, the only reason we’re given as to why Eye Patch Lady thinks the Doctor is evil is ‘trust me. He just is.’ Not good enough.

Also, if you want to kill the Doctor, WHY NOT JUST KILL HIM?! He’s standing right there! Don’t let him finish his monologue! Just shoot the fucker! (Also raise your hand if you saw the Flesh baby plot twist coming. If you didn’t, you’re lying).

And it just gets worse when River shows up at the end to lecture the Doctor about how he’s too violent.

Now I’ll repeat that.

River Song, the gun toting archaeologist who massacred a bunch of Silence in her last appearance and clearly enjoyed every minute of it, is chastising the Doctor for being too violent. Fuck off!

And then the moment none of us have been waiting for. Who is River Song? She’s Amy’s daughter.

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Um… I mean… OOOOOOH! Well I did NOT see THAT coming! And here’s me thinking she was Rassilon’s second cousin! Silly me!

Yeah, not only was this head thuddingly obvious what with the aquatic surnames and everything, but also Moffat gave the game away right at the beginning. Melody Pond. get it? Give me fucking strength.

What’s even weirder is that the focus is all out of whack. The reveal is directed more at the Doctor than Amy and Rory (you know, her parents). But why would the Doctor care? And more to the point, why should we care? Okay, River Song is Amy and Rory’s daughter. That’s some interesting information, but that’s hardly mid-season finale material. What we really care about is who River is in relation to the Doctor. And I suspect that’s what the Doctor is more concerned with too. And while I think of it, how is the Doctor learning about River’s true parentage constitute as ‘his darkest day?’ He doesn’t seem to take the news badly or anything. In fact the opposite.

It’s all so mind-bogglingly stupid. A Good Man Goes To War represents the point where Moffat officially starts to disappear up his own arsehole, weaving a convoluted web of bullshit whilst forgetting all the ingredients that make a good story. The answers we’re provided for some of the series arc mysteries are painfully obvious, unsatisfactory and just plain daft, none of the characters act like actual people or behave in a believable way, and crucially I don’t give a shit about anything that’s happening onscreen because at no point does Moffat ever give me a reason to care. Better get used to this folks because these issues are going to become the staple of the Moffat era going forward.

A Brother’s Love

Characters: Castiel & Jimmy Novak

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Prompt: “I want to be like everyone else." 

Tags: Sibling Relationship, Cas & Jimmy Are Twins, Mentions of Mental Illness, Psychiatric Hospital, Self-Inflicted 3rd Degree Burns, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Canon Divergence, Mentioned Claire, Mentioned Jimmy/Amelia

Summary: Castiel visits Jimmy at the psychiatric hospital. Cas wishes that he could help his brother, and that wish comes true.

A/N: Written for @winchestersgirl-67′s 1500 followers celebration; congrats my dear! As usual thank you to @mrsgabrieltrickster for betaing, she also released the plot bunnies so this fic may be continued at a later date ;)

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Only Human - Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Author: dylanowhy (me)

Summary: Stiles Stilinski. Surrounded by a world of supernatural and strange, it’s hard to keep a hold of things, especially ones mind and with something new terrorizing the streets of Beacon Hills the unexpected happens, causing Stiles to react in the only way possible. He is only human after all.

Warnings: Language. Dark. Talk of death. Death of main characters. AU!Stiles

Word Count: 5,004

A/N: Okay, this is deep and dark. I needed a little break form the fluff and got inspired to write this. It’s a little different than what I am use to posting and I hope you enjoy it! Feedback is always welcomed. 

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They had made fun of him before. Knuckles turning white as he gripped the metal bat with such anger. How could Stiles carry around a bat as all his friends around him were filled with supernatural energy? What could a strong swing do compare to fangs and sharp nails of a werewolf, or the screeching scream of a banshee? Enough. It could do enough. Beads of sweat collected on his forehead, confused eyes were staring at him as if she didn’t know. “Stiles.” Her voice was breathless, shallow and he could hear the hope. Lydia Martin. The girl he had been so in love with since before the two understood what love was. He never thought he would be stalking towards her, only one idea in mind. He use to have happy thoughts, images on them kissing dancing in his head, ideas of holding her hand and telling her how much she really meant to him, how amazing she was and how she had such a beautiful mind even if she didn’t like to show it that often. But now, now he just wanted to see that beautiful mind painting one of the school walls. One by one, they were going to pay, and he was going to be okay with it.

“Scotty! Scott-o! Movie night, just us bros!” Stiles was excited. Although he enjoyed the idea of being needed around Beacon Hills, there hadn’t been any supernatural sightings for a while and he was liking the idea of having his normal life back. Him and Scott were spending a lot more time together like they did before, stuffing their faces with countless junk foods and lounging in their pajamas, just being comfortable with each other. However, when he looked at his best friend, his smile on his face immediately dropped. Scott was all uneven jaw and apologetic eyes, his lips pursed together. Stiles was starting to think he was gaining some weird wolf powers by association, like he could hear Scott’s heart beat through his chest. “Oh damn.” He sighed. “I’ll go put some real pants on.” Stiles hiked his way up his stairs so he could get ready for whatever was to come. He knew it was a little too good to be true. There was never a true break in this town. He was starting to wonder why he wasn’t being paid for this yet. Grabbing the keys to Roscoe before heading out, Scott patted him on the back as they exited the house and made their way to the clinic.

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SUMMER/BEACH/VACATION [Sterek Support Package]

What better theme for the Sterek Support Network’s July rec package than summer? Here are some of our members’ favorite fics and fanart that deal with the beach, vacation, and other summer themes. Enjoy!


The Newlywed Game [M] [19,569] Captain_Loki

Stiles is (still) single when the pack’s getaway to the Caribbean comes by (oh misplaced optimism); lucky for him Derek is committed to being uncommitted and even after all these years is still powerless against Stiles’ unique forms of persuasion.

Cue a romantic getaway for two: sun, sand, and sarcasm abound…and the two roped into competing in the Resort’s version of the Newlywed game. Only it’s completely obvious it’s going to end in disaster. Probably homicide.

Most probably homicide.

Plot twist: It doesn’t.

I love this fic so much, it’s kind of my headcanon that Stiles and Derek know the ins and outs of each other. Also it has some pack feels and silliness all around. :) - rooming-with-a-narwhal

So this fic is one of my absolute favorites!! I mean derek and stiles are competing against married couples while in a fake relationship to play the game and they just work so well together no matter what and I love it… what I am saying is it is its cute and funny and if you havent you should read it - rocketshipposey

Derek Hale’s Very Bad, No Good (Nice) Summer [T] [37622] stilinskisparkles

“I’m going to kill you,” Derek says to his brother sourly.

“Darling, please, no death threats when you’re off to camp.”

“At camp?”

Talia smirks, “Keep them quiet, at least.”

I love stilinskisparkles fics a ton and I seem to rec them all the time, but seriously they are all amazing!! This one casts the entire hale family (+scott) as addams family esque characters and derek is forced to go to summer camp with stiles made-of-sunshine stilinski and so its all super funny!! my favorite part of this fic is how ALL of the characters interact with each other! - rocketshipposey

Past The Breakers [E] [40729] by thepsychicclam

fanart by Takkun

Stiles and Scott get summer jobs at the exclusive Seawolf Beach Resort, and the last thing Stiles expects is to start taking surf lessons from the hot lifeguard. 

A gorgeous summer fic. The setting and characters are beautiful, the angst and fluff is wonderful and the smut delicious. Plus, naked surfing Derek? Yes please! - stilinskiandthewolf

First of all it is hand-drawn?! Which is so awesome, it is so pretty and the style is amazing. It starts with a gorgeous drawing of the ocean and ends with cute sterek all cuddled up. I love it! - rooming-with-a-narwhal

Move a Mountain [E] [69006] ZainClaw

Stiles goes camping with his friends in New Mexico after graduation where they befriend a biker gang led by Derek: a guy whom Stiles can’t decide if he will be either relieved or devastated to never see again once their week is up.

This fic is actual perfection I absolutely adore everything about it. It’s got everything you need in a fic; fluff, smut, angst and a wonderful ending. - stilinskiandthewolf

God, I love this fic so much. It’s always on my read list whenever I go on vacation. - @kilaem

I adore everything about this fic! It has biker!Derek, post-graduation camping, and a dog named Yoda. There’s also a soundtrack and associated art to make this a well-rounded experience. - prettygirlbpd

To Navigate Your Seas [E] [26010] alisvolatpropiis

Derek is a beach bum/surfer; Stiles is his new neighbor. Feels ensue.

Beautifully written AU. I love the characterisation of Stiles and Derek and the setting is amazing. I can’t get enough of beach bum/surfer Derek! - stilinskiandthewolf

Mermaider [M] [15517] nothing_left_sacred

“So what you’re saying is; you’re a mermaid princess.” Erica concluded.

“Yes, clearly. That is what I am saying. Thank you for putting it so concisely.” Stiles sassed, frowning at her. He wasn’t fucking Ariel; this was so far from being a Disney movie it wasn’t even funny.

Or the one where a perfectly normal Beach Vacation escalates way too quickly, because this is Stiles’ life.

Hysterically funny with a perfect touch of angst and feels! - stilesbansheequeen

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Okay, y'all so fucking hype about hating on Scanlan when all y'all fuckers were beggin to have him back well damn. Seems like we have a lot of percys here, and by that I mean unnecessary anger directed solely at a character who is only half the blame.

Yes, Scanlan tried to tell them about the Ziggurat in exchange for bullets. Oh no what a shame. Would you trust a letter filled with that kind of information getting out? No? Then you send a messenger. And the last time Scanlan sent Lionel to do something, all of Lionel’s friends died. So he goes with him. Why not Scanlan just go by himself? How better to get the information than from the source (Lionel)? But also it’s possible he knew they wouldn’t trust either Lionel or the Meatman on their own, not to mention it’s unlikely that Lionel would fucking get to Whitestone on his own. Regardless, it makes fucking sense to show up in person.

Edit: This sounds like gibberish, and I don’t agree with how Scanlan went about it, but I understand why.

Why show up disguised? He’s fucking scared of them, and he’s reluctant to rejoin them. Why build a fucking empire under that guise? Best fucking way to keep a secret crime organization, honestly. And he and Kaylie can not only share the mantel, but also give it away to someone they trust when they don’t want it anymore. Also? Their fucking ruler knows what Scanlan looks like. A member of Vox Machina starting shit would bring them all down. Why not don’t start crime? It’s all the both of them know, fam. And even bad groups can do good things for people in poor places (i.e. lionel).

Why try to get bullets put of it? Could be simply a “while we’re here” type of deal, but he also basically gave them all of the information they needed to find the Ziggurat. They’ve found more with less information. It’s in a mountain near Ank'harel.

Why modify Vex’s memory? Y'all take this spell way more to heart than you need to. Why have her realize Scanlan’s back just to leave again. Regardless of Sam’s irl plans, I don’t think Scanlan ever planned on staying with them after.

So big on mother’s names? It’s not the fact that Juniper was his mother. It’s that her dying directly in fucking front of him when he is a CHILD, something that literally plagues his dreams every night- That’s what he cared about. Them knowing what meant everything to him.

They know Grog’s story, Percy had well more than two episodes about his fucking background (which is more than any other player got), the Twins mention a giant red Dragon that killed their mother several time in the past, but here’s the thing.

Grog and Pike had each other.

Percy, Keyleth, Vex, and Vax all had this fucking pillar of support between the four of them.

Who ever went to Scanlan to actually spend time with him? They all seek each other out in times of hardship. They bonded over it. The one time Vax went to Scanlan, it was purely one-sided. Vax wanted assurance that life gets better, and he not only went to the best liar, but the one who lies to himself the most.

They all knew he was more than just a funny man, and yet they never bothered to look what was underneath. The closest to finding out was Pike, but admittedly Ashley’s schedule made things hard, and I understand that.

Really, I just wanna say, I know Scanlan’s a piece of shit. His brand of fucked up is painfully similar to mine, and I don’t agree with how he goes about things sometimes, but I understand why he does them.

I agree that Pike deserves to be angry, but I never agree that someone needs to be slapped. I hate it every time any character fucking lays a hand on another as a fucking coping mechanism, so no I don’t think Pike was okay to slap him. Read him his rights, sure, but no slapping.

The fact that Grog has handled his anger the most civilly fucking says something.

Edit: Forgot about the bar fight (because I zoned it out). I was wrong, and corrected.

And I do not agree with ANYTHING Percy does in regards to Scanlan. He and Keyleth have treated Scanlan like dirt since day one, all whilst saying they love him. How about call him out when he’s wrong, and not in the way Percy does not - to insult and belittle like he always fucking does. Call Scanlan out and discuss why it happened, and how to fix it. It’s like the biggest gaslighting I’ve seen in this show. Don’t act like Percy is in the right. He’s not. He called Kaylee shit without even knowing her. He resorts to violence and drinking with anger, meanwhile thinking Kaylee was shit for that very same behaviour. And suddenly has decided to put the task of managing his actions on Vex? One thing I’ve learned is that you have to learn to manage your fucking anger on your own. Depending on someone else to do it just brings you both down.

Like, all I ask is that people IRL realize that slapping, for any fucking reason other than self-defense in a physical situation is not o-fucking-kay like how many times do I have to say that. I feel like a broken record.

And lastly, realize that both sides of a mistake can be wrong. In multiple and complicated ways. Just take responsibility for what you alone have done. Don’t take responsibility for what they have done, no, just you and your own actions.

anonymous asked:

So a lot of the premise of S2E19 was the idea that Kara did a lot with her fists- and didn't consider talking. I was just wondering what you thought of that- Kara literally talked a robber down with just her words, and all of the sudden she doesn't know how to do it at all. Seriously, what is up with this backwards character development?

I’ve been thinking about your question for quite some time- which is why I’ve taken so long to respond, sorry, and it’s a very good one.

Yes, we did see Kara learn that fists aren’t always the answer to every solution in season one, and it was a beautiful episode.

So it does leave the question- why take that away from her character now?

The writers probably needed to further the problem of the episode, to show a direct source of conflict between the pair, so they took Kara’s reasoning skills down a couple notches to reduce her to being the ‘brawn’ so that Maggie could be the ‘brains’.

Let me explain the logic behind this. (Brace yourself, it’s a doozy.)

Maggie’s place in Team Supergirl is still undefined. Everyone else has already carved out a place for themselves within the group dynamics- for example, Winn with his technical skills, Alex with her general badassery. Given that the occupations of Alex and Maggie are so similar, it served as a catalyst for their meeting and subsequent encounters that led to their relationship. However, the similarities between them have made it so that Maggie cannot simply take the role of ‘badass with a gun’ within the group, because Alex already has it. This means that she must prove her worth to the team by providing a skill or talent that isn’t already there.

Kara, we know, is a very empathetic, kind character. While it makes sense for her to rush into danger heedlessly, due to her invulnerability to most forms of harm, it does not make sense for her to have broken a man’s arm or given another a concussion without feeling guilty about it. She’s lived on Earth for nearly half of her life, and we know for a fact that she’s learned how to regulate her strength very well. Besides that, she has always been reluctant to physically harm her opponents in debilitating ways. She normally incapacitates them as best as she can without injury. Whether this is due to her high level of empathy or her heroic sense of self- like Batman and his NO killing rule- is irrelevant. What matters is the fact that time and time again, we have seen her go to great lengths to resolve situations peacefully- attempting to sway Astra, for example- before resorting to violence.

So to have Kara so casually dismiss their injuries at the dinner table was completely out of character for her. While she uses the ‘greater good’ reasoning to justify her actions- by claiming that she saved the lives of the hostages- Kara has never been the type to risk others in the name of the ‘greater good.’ She would risk herself, as we saw at the end of season one, but she would never willingly compromise the safety of another individual- and if she did, she would feel extremely guilty about it. After she dropped Cat off of the balcony under the effects of Red K, despite the fact that Cat was not physically harmed, the guilt that wracked her was extreme. For Kara to break one man’s arm and leave another with a concussion is one thing, having her care so little about it is another, and a very out-of-character move for Kara. But then again, a lot of her actions were out of sync with the hero she has spent the past season developing into. However, it was done to have Maggie assert herself as someone capable of contributing ‘new’ skills to the team.

And having Maggie bring up the ‘Supergirl defense’ is another thing. Had Supergirl really used excessive force repeatedly, we would have seen mentions of this in the media when they criticized her previously. A superhero hurting people doesn’t make for much good publicity, does it? The vigilante defense is one thing, and they did have a point about debris-contaminated evidence, but Kara would never injure so many people and feel nothing about it.

Yet this is what they had her do.



It all comes back to cementing Maggie’s role in the team.

She needed a place, a position, as I said earlier, and in order to get that, she had to play a critical role in helping and mentoring Supergirl herself. So by making Kara take a few steps back in terms of character development, they allowed Maggie to be seen in a new light by the members of Team Supergirl. Through this, she was also able to finally gain the respect of our favorite hero, and forge a working, if not friendly, relationship with Kara.

This, however, cost Kara’s character something, but it was remedied at the end of the episode, where Kara is shown to have learned her lesson and talks the villain’s father into cooperating. A nice touch, but not as nice as having Maggie succumb to the demands of Alex’s classmate. It was a brilliant role reversal in which Maggie was forced to do exactly what she had accused Kara of doing earlier- taking the fast, brutal solution rather than negotiating and reasoning. Both characters learned a lesson in this episode, and it was very well-written.

Obviously, it wasn’t perfect- making Kara’s character backtrack wasn’t the smartest move, but it was efficient, and it got the job done at the end of the day.

However, we also can’t ignore the way that a lot of the character development from last season has been shunted off to the side or disappeared altogether- and not just for Kara. This, I DON’T blame on Maggie.

No, for this, I blame Mon-El.

To push him forward as one of the major players in what is shaping up to be the central conflict of the season- Rhea’s evil plans- the Supergirl writers had to quickly make him a ‘hero’ of sorts, in the audience’s eyes. Unfortunately, they did this by reducing the storylines of pretty much every other character, regularly giving him the spotlight of many episodes, and turning Kara into a rash, lovesick puppy too blinded by the shoddy writing and supposed charms of an alien frat boy to remember that her character- the character we came to love in season one- would never, ever be with a slave owner, or a man who can’t do the simple task of remaining faithful, or a man who tries to guilt her into a relationship by making her feel bad for not returning his feelings.

Mon-El is the ultimate representation of the self-proclaimed 'nice guy’ that we all love to hate.

Y'know, the guy who feels like he deserves everything, even if he does little or nothing to earn it, up to AND including a girl’s affections. The sleazy guy who offers to buy you a drink and gets mad when you turn it down. The guy with a chip on his shoulder who feels like the world owes him something simply because he’s a man. The guy who will sit down and talk with you like a rational human being, and say he’s not like other guys- until you turn him down for a date, and that’s exactly what he becomes. Entitled. Arrogant. Spoiled.

And Kara’s own behavior towards his guilt trip is another prime example of how poorly written her character has been the past season. Look at how gracefully she handled Winn’s unrequited affection for her- the pair came out stronger and better for it, and Winn grew into his own because of it. But now she immediately decides to jump into a relationship because his feelings for her- which were initially unreturned- caused her to have a magical change of heart?

Sorry, no.

There were so many other ways to develop Karamel as a legitimate, healthy relationship that I would respectfully acknowledge in spite of my support for SuperCorp.

Unfortunately, the writers made him too important, too quickly, which dashed any hope of a slow, realistic evolution into a redeemable, lovable character. Thanks, guys. He had serious potential, and if his story hadn’t been rushed so quickly that it became one the wildest face-heel turns to ever grace a television screen, he could’ve been a great character.

Could’ve been, but now he isn’t.

Sorry, Karamel shippers- if any of you are reading this. I hate hating a ship, but one as badly executed as this one doesn’t deserve even the dignity of my respect. I respect you, and your right to support it, but don’t ask me to do the same for your toxic ship.

Sorry if this response went on a bit of a tangent, anon, but I hope it all makes sense! :)

Remember, my ask is always open- for prompts, questions, advice, anything at all. :D

We Won’t Need 60 Minutes

Disclaimer: Batman and associated characters are the creative property of DC Comics.
Warnings: N/A
Rating: T
Prompt: ( @the-owlknight ) Honestly I would love to see something like Lois Lane interviewing Cass. Lois being of course considered by asking only Yes or No questions.

A/N: I wanted to make this challenging, so I set it in the New52-ish/DC-Youish universe rather than the preboot. I love these characters, I will love them no matter what, so I’m going to do my best to support them no matter the iteration. And man is that a tough mentality to get behind because I’m way unfamiliar with these versions of Cass and Lois when compared to how well I feel I know them in the preboot. 

Hopefully I did well by them!

The fact that Lois came as fast as she did with as little fuss as she did was something of a testament to how much she respected Clark. Not so much what she had left in reserve for Bruce after the last several brush offs he had given her request to get an exclusive.

Bruce was in debt to her, but he was very much in debt to whatever sweet talking Clark had to do to get Lois to agree.

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i feel like ur the only person who wants to relive freshmen year, anon, but ok !!

day 1:


“We just love making friends here at Magnolia South.” The overly-hyper welcome-to-our-school bleach blonde teacher exclaimed into a scratchy microphone. Several people on the bleachers cringed from the static, but she seemed to be unaffected.

“Now, we’re going to play a few games in order to get y’all to meet some new folks!” She added, with an almost unbearably fake country twang. It was a little bit offensive, actually.

“This is fucking stupid.” Jellal mumbled next to him. “I’d rather be doing geometry than this.”

“Yeah,” Natsu agreed, standing up to stretch his limbs. “This chick is weird.”

The teacher on the gym floor began herding kids in an animalistic fashion, persuading them out of their specified clusters and spreading them thin like not enough butter on bread.

“Now, everybody has to meet at least one new person! Tell them your name, and your favorite…ice cream flavor!” The teacher announced, clapping her hands together enthusiastically.

Gray made a sour face. “I should’ve just slept in for orientation.”

“Same.” Natsu agreed. You could tell at that point it must’ve been bad because the only times Natsu would voluntarily agree with Gray was when either of their lives were at stake.

“Well, let’s go re-meet some losers from middle school. Hey look, there’s the kid who’s weed bag Jellal found on the ground.” Elfman randomly decided to point out. Sure enough, weed-bag kid, looking skeevy as ever, was shimmying past tight-knit groups of girls with a smarmy look on his face.

“Hey look, Erza got boobs.” Natsu pointed out curiously, like the concept was foreign to him.

“Oh yeah.” Jellal said, giving her a once-over real quickly before glancing back to the group.

“Well, let’s go meet some assholes, then regroup.” Gray suggested gruffly. He just wanted to get this day over with.

“See ya. I’mma go find Lucy and tell her she gained weight.” Natsu rubbed his hands together evilly and raced off to find his sweetheart or whatever he considered her to be.

Gray followed Jellal aimlessly through the throngs of people, uninterested in whatever was going on around him. Jellal had found some bimbo to introduce himself too, while Gray just stood, silently waiting for someone to approach him.

In no time, some chick walked up to him, eagerness dripping out of her ears, and introduced herself.

“Hi! I’m Jenny, my favorite ice cream flavor is strawberry.” She gushed. Gray was pretty sure there were about sixteen other girls just like her, but nodded fluidly.

“Gray.” He said, before moving on. She made a confused face, probably thinking something along the lines of ‘Gray isn’t a flavor of ice cream’ but at this point he couldn’t care less what sort of things ran through her head. All he could tell was that she probably filled out around fourth grade and made sure everybody knew that.

He spotted Lyon, that’s right, it was gonna be weird now that they went to the same school. They had spent elementary and middle school apart and now they’d be forced to share everything, besides a last name.

Lyon firmly believed in surrounding himself with bimbos, meanwhile Gray preferred the company of a sole girl who had enough brains to do simple arithmetic. He didn’t need a gaggle of females, just one would do fine. Unfortunately, it hadn’t exactly been smooth sailing trying to find that one girl. But it wasn’t like he was running out of time, he had all the time in the world, it seemed.

“Hey, Gray!” From across the gym, Mirajane flagged down Gray, wearing her traditional M-South Welcome t-shirt, being an upperclassman and all. Her younger sister Lisanna was in his own grade, so he knew her, sort of. Mira seemed to have this wicked idea that he wanted to date Lisanna, so she’d attached herself to him since day one.

“Did you meet anybody new?” She asked, grabbing his shoulders and kissing him on the cheek. She was a bit too friendly for his tastes, not to say that Mirajane wasn’t gorgeous or anything. She was more like a mother to him than anything.

“Yeah. I met…” he trailed off, strawberry bimbette’s name completely slipping his mind. Mira frowned distastefully.

“Gray! I ask for so little, go meet somebody new! How about…that girl!” Mira waywardly pointed across the gym to some mousy looking girl with wild blue hair. She sure knows how to pick winners. Not saying that the girl was unattractive, but attractiveness wasn’t usually the first thing Gray looked for in a girl. That being said, Mira always did have cupid’s bow attached to her back, so he had to watch it when it came to introductions.

“I guess.” He spoke, wandering over to the girl just to get Mira to hop off his ass. She mumbled something along the lines of ‘go git ‘er’ and he promptly ignored her.

The girl looked kind of twitchy, as he drew closer to her. She had her phone tightly grasped in her left hand and her foot was tapping anxiously like she was waiting for her next fix of crack to keep her from tipping ff the edge. Gray began having second thoughts about introducing himself, but Mira’s beady eyes on the back of his neck urged him to keep moving.

She made eye contact with him then she had dark, watery blue eyes and a heart-shaped face. She was really pretty. But still twitchy, and weird.

Her mouth twisted into a puzzled frown, almost accusing hi of being someone she didn’t want to meet. Miffed by her reaction, he puffed up his chest and shoved down his pride.

“I’m Gray.” He stuck out his hand to shake. Was hat weird? It had been forever since he formally introduced himself to someone, he usually just met people through mutual friends. The way the girl was staring at him he began doubting himself.

She narrowed her eyes at him, like she was half expecting Ashton Kutcher to jump out from behind him and yell that she’d been punked. Gray dropped his hand, sick of waiting, and stared at her rudely.

“Oh. I’m….Juvia, I guess.” She spoke, then made a weird face like her words tasted bitter.

“You ‘guess’?” He said, a moment after the words left his mouth he wanted to smack himself. Nice first impression, idiot.

Her face died down to one of a calculating bitch.

“Yeah. I guess you’re one of those fuckboys everybody’s warned me so much about, right?” She asked condescendingly. Gray didn’t think of himself as a fuckboy, per se. He associated himself with some of them, sure, but he didn’t do anything fuckboy-ish. At least he didn’t think so…

“Oh, and what are you? Some wannabe blogger who gets offended by every little thing I say?” And…he blew it.

She took a step back, shocked by his slightly higher-level response.

“Look, you’re really cute and all, but if you ever want a girlfriend, you’re gonna need to dial it down, Ice Man.” She bit back.

Forgetting that she had called him cute, he subtly gritted his teeth and sighed. “Look, I was just trying to say ‘hi’. Are you gonna tell me what fucking ice cream you like, or not?”

“I like mint you uncultured twat!”

“Well I like mint too!”

They stood there, frozen in unnecessary anger.

“Uh…sorry for…yelling.” Juvia apologized awkwardly, sticking her hand out like he had done earlier.

He looked at her like she was crazy.
”Could you just shake my damn hand! I look like a goddamn idiot if I just stand here with my hand out!” She said impatiently, an embarrassed blush rising to her cheeks.

He shook her hand. It was slightly sweaty. He didn’t blame her though, there were at least five hundred kids squashed into the gym, and having an argument with one of them for no reason at all can spike your stress levels.

“Ooh. Strong grip.” She commented dorkily, her blush returning to the apples of her cheeks once more. That’s a weird thing to blush about.

“I guess.” He mentioned blandly. He scratched the back of his head, unsure of what to do next. He turned around and saw Mira moving her hands in circles, signaling him to start a conversation. Ugh. Why was he even listening to her.

“So.” He spoke. “What do you…like.”

“The Walking Dead.” She said quickly, before making a horrified face. “I mean…not that-“

“The zombie show?” He asked, one eybrow cocked upwards.

“Y-well, it’s more than that.” She looked a tiny bit uncomfortable with the topic. He wondered if she was one of those superfans that made crazy edits and wrote fanfiction and went crazy over fictional characters. He’d never really known someone personally like that.

“And a…and you?” She added, bouncing on her heels lightly.

“I like hockey. He said, nice and straightforward.

“Oh god.” She wrinkled her nose. “You aren’t one of those dumbasses who treats gym class like the Olympics, are you?”

He paused for a second, because he totally was one of those dumbasses. He realized that it was stupid, yes, but he tended to get particularly…heated…especially when he and Natsu got put in the same classes.

“Oh my god.” Juvia repeated, in a disappointed manner.

“Yeah…sorry.” He said with an apologetic smile. Her face flushed for some reason.

She laughed to cover it up, and he noticed that he had actually succeeded in making small talk with a new person, without having to resort to Natsu saving him from the painful sort of small talk, ie. the weather.

“Alright!” The crazy megaphone teacher from before blasted. “Your schedules are being handed out into groups, sort into your last names accordingly please!!”

“Well…I should probably go.” She spoke so quickly he hardly caught what she was saying.

“Hm. Yeah, bye I guess.” He played it off like he wasn’t proud of maintaining conversation for that long.

U-um, and you’re Gray, right?” She asked nervously.

“Yup.” He nodded. “Fullbuster.”

She nodded, recognizing that it was his last name. “Uh…great. I’m Lockser. Juvia Lockser, I mean…stupid…” she mumbled the last part and wandered away.

“Weird chick.” He mumbled under his breath, but secretly, he was proud that he had met someone on his own that didn’t annoy him to pieces. He could tolerate her, and for Gray, that was huge. Well, save Mira’s help.

Speaking of Mira, she was giving him a weird stare and looked like she kind of wanted to throw him a surprise party. He’d definitely have to keep an eye on her.

“Jesus Christ Gray, quit standing around like a dumbass and get your schedule!” Natsu yelled, whapping him in the head with his rolled-up schedule.

“Fuck off, Barbie!”

Natsu stuck his tongue out at him and raced away, probably to hide behind Lucy. Gray turned to the table with the letter ‘F’ on top and made his way towards it.

He spotted the girl, Juvia, that he had spoken to before. She was awkwardly wringing her hands In front of the ‘L’ table and picking at the edges of her hair. He held up his hand as a sort of greeting, almost to acknowledge that he knew her while still acting casual. Suck it Natsu, he could meet hot chicks on his own.

She looked at him strangely, her navy eyes darting back and forth to see who he was half-waving at. He bobbed his head forward, as if to say ‘yeah, you’.

She made the goofiest face in the world, he wished he had a camera because she looked like she could barely swallow that he was indeed waving to her.

Then, begrudgingly, she waved back, slowly and painfully. She was such a weirdo. But he’d rather she be a weirdo than some vanilla blonde girl who’s interests included nothing but the latest pop sensation.

He’d definitely make sure this wasn’t the last time they communicated.