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Eye Of The Hurricane

Originally posted by sensitivehandsomeactionman

Characters- Dean x Reader

Warnings- fluffy sweetness

Word Count- 853

Summary- Your life was a whirlwind, yet you find a calm in the middle of your storm.

A/N- I wrote this at 2am and it just- it felt good. It was a practice in using no dialogue, and it’s really freeing not having to worry over that. A nice change of pace.

A hurricane. That’s what your life had always been. It was a whirlwind of people, places and monsters. A nomad all your life, you’d come to embrace the craziness of your life. It was the still, quiet moments that you never knew what to do with. Prior to Dean Winchester, you’d never had them.

The first time was after a bad hunt. Dean had thrown himself in front of you, taking the brunt of a werewolf attack. Sam shot it shortly afterward, but Dean was left bloody on the floor. There was so much blood. You knew how to handle this. Blood and pain you knew. The way Dean watched you though- you didn’t know what to do with that.

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A Peter Parker x Reader Fluffy Drabble

Your mind wandered as each cloud passed overhead. With each different possibility, you escaped into a new reality. A fish? You were a mermaid under the sea. The head of a dragon? You were a knight sent on an important mission for your Kind and Queen. Captain America’s shield? You were a member of the Avengers. You hated reality.


You sat up and your heart began to race. Your eyes met a pair of curious brown ones. Their accompanying smile sent a grin to your lips and you felt a blush creep up onto your cheeks. It was Peter. With a skateboard in hand, he stood above you and chuckled softly.

“I knew it was you. Ned didn’t believe it, said he’d never seen you in a dress before.” 

“Hey.” You bit your lip and glanced down at your dress. “Yeah, I was actually supposed to meet a guy here for a date b-”

“Oh, a-am I interrupting?” His words came out quickly as he searched his surroundings. “Is he coming now? I c-can go.”

But,” You leaned towards him, accentuating the word with a hand motion. “He had to take a raincheck. My assumption is he realized how much of a nerd I am and ditched me for someone cooler.”

“Being a nerd is cool.” Peter’s charming smile returned. “At least, I think it is.”

“It may also be that cloud gazing isn’t that interesting of a date.” You dropped onto your back and stared up at the sky. “I just thought it’d be fun to get lost in the clouds and talk to each other, get to know the more personal things.”

“If he’s not coming,” Peter’s body shifted nervously. “May I join you?”

Your heart skipped a beat. You held your breath, he had to have been kidding. You waited for him to take back his words, to run back to Ned and do whatever the two of them were doing. You turned your gaze to him. 

“If you want.” You instinctively wiped your hands on the base of your dress. “I won’t force you to hang out with me, especially if you’re here with Ned.”

“You’re not forcing me, I like hanging out with you.” He dropped his skateboard to the ground and settled himself onto your plaid blanket. “Besides, Ned’s off doing homework, or something.”

You didn’t respond verbally, you merely nodded your head and returned your attention to the clouds, or at least you tried to. Seconds felt like hours as you listened to his breathing, the little noises he’d make when he saw a cloud he liked, the faint movements of his hands; they’d rest behind his head, on his stomach, chest, above his head, on the ground, on top of your hand.

“Oh, s-sorry.” He pulled his hand away quickly. “I didn’t- I didn’t mean to do, well, that. I’m-”

“It’s okay, Peter.” You licked your lips before looking over at him. He was already looking in your direction. “What?”

“Nothing.” His voice had dropped to a whisper. “It’s nothing.”

You couldn’t get yourself to pull away. You were lost in his eyes as the clouds moved by above. Your hand inched towards his again and you locked fingers. His eyes jerked down before back to yours, his cheeks growing crimson when he realized you had done it on purpose. 

“You look angelic in this light.” His voice remained soft. “I-I mean, you always look beautiful, I just meant that-”

You laughed wholeheartedly and rolled onto your side, removing your hand from his. You loved how quirky Peter was, how awkward. It reminded you that not everyone was a smooth-talking bad boy like in the popular tv shows. He was the most adorable person you’d ever laid eyes on. 

“Thank you.” You brought your free hand up and brushed a strand of his hair from his face. “You’re pretty angelic yourself, Parker.”

Peter’s eyes dropped to your lips and butterflies fought in your stomach. You watched as he contemplated moving onto his side, but he remained on his back. You watched him brush his fingertips over his lips and tighten his hands into fists. You watched as he opened his mouth to speak, but your attention was pulled towards an approaching Ned.

“Yo, Peter, you ready? Hey, (Y/N), I like the dress.” Ned waved and held a laptop underneath his arm.

“Oh, uh, yeah.” Peter cleared his throat and pushed himself up to his feet, grabbing his skateboard and moving away languidly next to Ned.

Your heart dropped. You had wanted him to make a move, any move. Even if it had been scooting closer or taking your hand again once you switched positions. You chastised yourself for not making a move yourself, more than just holding his hand once. You’d lost your once in a lifetime opportunity. 

You returned to laying on your back and closed your eyes, allowing yourself to imagine what kissing Peter would be like. Soft and gentle? Rough and passionate? A mixture of both? You longed to know. 

The soft patter of feet and the sound of something falling to the ground surrounded you. You didn’t open your eyes, it didn’t sound close enough to hurt you. You were too concerned with fantasizing about kissing a boy you’d never get to.

“I couldn’t leave without doing this.”

Peter’s voice echoed in your ears before you could open your eyes. His lips were on yours and his hands on your cheeks. Your forearms held you up as he kissed you, an unbelieving awestruck you. It hadn’t lasted more than a few seconds before he pulled away and ran back to Ned. The tingling of his lips on yours remained and you sat watching him leave. 

Once he had left, you packed up your things and ran home, needing to call your friends and explain what had just happened. You were excited to go to school the next day, you’d get to see him, even if he acted like nothing had happened. To whisper to him that he, in fact, had a rather rough and passionate kiss.

You reminded yourself to text Mr. Raincheck and thank him for not showing up.

A/N: Kind of wrote this down on paper and thought I’d put it on Tumblr for fun. Plus, you know, I wanna write more Peter Parker fics because I’m a complete bitch for Tom Holland. Tagging you, @riseofthehufflepuffs, because I know how much you like fluffy Peter Parker. Other tags below the “Keep Reading”

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Time Upon Once, Ch.3 (3/?)

Summary:  Killian Jones is a bailbonds man, living in Boston and doing his own thing. But on his 29th birthday, a kid knocks on his door and claims to be his son. What happens when Killian is forced to face his past along with a mystery prophecy about his own purpose in life?

Rating: M (eventually)

A huge thank you to @tnlph @businesscasualprincess and @blessed-but-distressed  for beta duties and @shady-swan-jones for the banner!

Tagging a few people that showed interest in this story: @lk0622 @nowforruin @sambethe @xemmaloveskillianx  @l-e-x-a-xd @profoundlyfadedprincess @once-uponacaptain and @icecubelotr44   (want to be tagged? let me know and I’ll do it)

on Tumblr: I II


I know… it’s been ages. But I’m back to this story now! I cannot commit to a weekly update, because writing this fic is a lot of work that involves plotting, rewatches, tweaks, backstory and a huge amount of detail that is really draining for me. So bear with me. I will commit to have an update every two weeks.
All comments and reviews of encouragement will be highly appreciated

Chapter III

The sound of knocking at the door interrupted Killian’s first cup of coffee in the morning. He went to answer, still absentmindedly holding his mug in his right hand.

Regina was standing on the other side of the door, wearing a sensible grey dress and a coat, holding a basket full of red apples. She was poised to speak, but whatever words she had died on her lips the second she got a good look at him, her eyes widening as she trailed her gaze back and forth over his body. It was then that Killian realized he hadn’t bothered to put on his shirt before opening the door, his bare chest attracting the Mayor’s attention before she lowered her gaze appreciatively to where his jeans were hanging low on his hips. Killian contemplated acknowledging her interest with a suggestive remark, but he ultimately decided against it. He had zero intention of following up on those remarks with any type of dalliance with his son’s adoptive mother. Some doors - much like his heart - were better to remain closed. He settled for a soft clear of his throat and a raised eyebrow in her direction.

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You’re odd, like me: Ch 7

A bughead fanfic.

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On tumblr: (Ch 1) (Ch 2) (Ch 3) (Ch 4) (Ch 5) (Ch 6)

Summary: Jughead is not interested in girls, ironically this seems to make a lot of them interested in him. Except for Betty, and it drives him crazy when she won’t show any interest in him after spending so many late nights together working on The Blue and Gold.

Authors note: THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER. Get ready to be comfortable with the word aptitudinal. I don’t know how it happened, but it was used a lot in this one for some reason.

Chapter 7

I’m standing right outside her house. Which, I know, sounds like the premise of a horror movie. It’s not all that creepy I swear! She did invite me after all.

She did invite me. I try to convince myself.

I tried to stay at the Twilight, I really did. But as I looked around the room all I could think of was the night when she had sat in that chair, and looked out of that window and had her feet on that stool. The room has been warmer in a non-heat related way since that night. I could visualize the exact look of concentration she had had and her tired eyes. When I tried to think of something else I eventually would slip back down the rampage toward her again. Much like graffiti I am permanently marked with her tag, or rather, essence.

Yet her essence is not enough, so here I am. Standing behind the tree outside her house. Again, not like a creep! She did invite me. The reason I’m behind the tree is because, even though I have made the whole journey over here, I am still not quite sure if I will take her up on her offer. Normally I wouldn’t come, merely out of not wanting to seem desperate, but facts faced: I am desperate. Truthfully I really don’t want to stay a second longer than I have to in that projector room. It feels like I am sleeping in someone else’s house; it’s a shelter, yet not quite comfortable enough. Although I guess Betty’s house would be someone else’s. But Betty isn’t someone. She’s Betty. And she actually really seemed like she wanted me to come. And also, I really want to come.

I would climb up to her window but I don’t want to be one of those so-called “romantic” creeps in movies who climb up a girl’s house uninvited and knock on a her window. Not cool. So I send her a text.

I’m outside your house. The text reads. I try to ignore the creepy undertones as I wait for her reply.

She did invite me. She did invite me. She did invite me.

Scared she’ll invite me in, scared she won’t I wait behind the tree. That’s when I hear it. Her voice. “Jughead!” She calls as silently as she can. After seriously contemplating staying behind this tree for the remainder of the night I step forward. It’s the thought of returning to the solidarity of the Twilight that forces me to emerge from the shadows.

I see her leaning out of her window, her room being the only source of light.

“You’re going to have to climb.” She says in a not so hushed anymore voice. It’s a challenge, I can sense, and I smile a smile that I’m not sure if she detects.

“Are you sure about this?” I ask while giving the rose trellis ahead of me a sceptic look.

“I don’t mind. I guess it’s up to you whether you think you have the aptitude.” Her tone is nonchalant, it’s teasing. She doesn’t think I can do it.

“I reckon it’s less about aptitude and more about whether the lattice will hold me.” I grab onto it to try and make out its stability. The fact that it’s made of wood doesn’t comfort me at all. “Here I come.” I say loudly enough for Betty to hear me but not to wake her family. As I make my way from one plank to the next, reaching for another something to grab hold of, I think of Betty’s room. I try to imagine it, but I find it kind of hard to. What’s harder to believe, is that I’m going to see it for myself as soon as I’ve managed to climb this thing.

“How’s it going?” Betty’s voice can be heard from the upside of the roof. There’s still that annoying challenge to it and I wonder if she’s even worried for me. Because I’m starting to worry for real and my heart is beating fast. The problem isn’t so much the climbing anymore and now it’s the fact that I’m presumably supposed to make my way over the edge of the roof, which doesn’t seem very likely in my head at the moment. But then, in my moment of despair, when I’m just about to seriously consider making my way down again and leaving this town for good, an angel appears. I look up to see Betty now sitting right above me on the edge. My eyes go wide at the sight of her.

“What are you doing?” I say a little too loudly.

“Shhh! Let’s not raise our voices Jug, I’m right here. Anyway, it’s okay, I’m out here all the time.” She whispers reassuringly.

“Oh, okay. It’s just with you being on the edge you are way too near the edge in my opinion.” I wonder if she can even detect the intended humour beneath my exasperation.

Betty laughs and hoists herself up to a standing position, only to squat down again. She reaches her hand out for me. “You’re going to need someone to pull you up.”

I look at her and to my astonishment her expression is dead serious. So I guess I’m just going to have to do this. I run the thought through my head once: that, although it may seem dangerous, this is now something that I will soon do.

“Seems a little dangerous.” I say with a shaking voice.

“To the untrained eye.” Betty smiles. “Honestly, me and my cousin would do this on a regular when we were little. It’s not a problem.” She extends her arm once again for me, it seems she is ready to go. And honestly right now, the thought of falling on my back from this height is more soothing than the thought of folding and trudging back home. So I take hold of her arm in an iron grasp, and she pulls me over the edge to the safe haven.

The threat is terminated, but my heart still pounds loudly in my chest. The only thing I’m thinking of as I lay panting on the hard roof tiles is that missions often seem less intimidating while one has yet to actually embark upon them. This was one of those cases. I also wonder whether or not Betty can hear my heartbeat.

“Congratulations, you have now reached the safe haven. Your 72 virgins are just around the corner.” Betty says while lying down next to me.

“You do know that haven in safe haven and heaven are two different words, right?” I ask her. “They’re not even homophones.”

“Still a funny joke.” She retorts. “And by the way Jughead. That was pretty aptitudinal what you did just now.”

A smile breaks out across my face as I stare upwards at the sky. “Oh, what? You’re making up words now? This has gone too far Betty.”

“First of all, aptitudinal is a word, look it up. Second of all, what happened to, and I quote, ‘I don’t subscribe to prescriptive grammar’ end quote.” She mocks me.

“Making up words is not really the same as not believing in prescriptive grammar.” I retort although I can’t seem to make my smile disappear.

Betty sits up and looks at me; thankfully her smile is still attached to her body as well. “Really? Because making up a word and ending a sentence with a preposition seems equally silly to me.” She starts making her way back toward her window and I follow.

“I do agree however, that it was most definitely very aptitudinal of me. I reckon it almost measures up to your legendary kick-flip.” I keep teasing as we climb.

“So we’re on board with aptitudinal being a word all of a sudden? And yes, although I feel strongly that your work was aptitudinal indeed, I believe my kick-flip reaches the highest height on the Richter scale of aptitude.”

When I get to the window she’s already sitting on her bed. She suddenly looks a little insecure while I step inside as quietly as I can. She’s in a t-shirt and a pair of soft shorts. Despite being the only source of light from the outside, her room is dark except for some fairy lights lighting the walls. Betty is quiet and I inspect her room without trying to make it seem like I am. The colours are dark, there are posters of bands I have no clue about and there are a lot of plants.

“You like plants?” I ask in a lack of other things to say.

She studies me for a second. “They clear the air … and I clear theirs.” She says and picks up her nearest plant on her nightstand and breathes barely audibly on to it.

I try to smile but it comes out irresolute and she rolls her eyes.

“I don’t name them or anything. It’s just nice to have a little bit of nature with me as I escape to a highly mechanic indoor world.” Betty still has that insecure tinge to her that erupted when we entered her own personal safe haven, so to speak. It’s fun to see her not be the girl who skates around Riverdale High in her own world. Even if that is the girl I’ve had an interest in from day one.

“Well if you’re not going to name them…” I tread cautiously toward one of the plants on her desk, eyeing her for permission.

“Go ahead.” She says.

Most of the plants are just green leafs, I suspect some sorts of herbs. But some of them are actual flowers bursting with colours like lilac or yellow, giving some shades to the otherwise achromatic feeling this room has. “What’s this plant?” I ask, smelling the leaf of a specifically odd looking one.

“I don’t know. I don’t usually bother learning about each plant, I just buy random seeds if I like their picture on the packaging.”

“I see. So you plant them yourself?”

Betty smiles. “I do. Or I try at least.”

I look around at the array of plants she has in her room, they are all placed randomly and there seems to be no thought whatsoever toward the layout. “Seems your attempts are paying off.” Betty remains quiet while I further inspect her plants. “This one I will name … Abel.”

Betty’s eyebrows are raised when I look at her. “Off to a good start.” She says.

I ignore the comment and move on to the next one. “You will be called Gabriel.” I am seemingly now talking to the plants.

I circle the room, mostly looking at her posters while occasionally naming the plants I pass by. “You will be called Josef … and you are definitely a Maria … does this look like an Abraham or an Isaac to you, Betty?” Until I am left with only one plant left to name. I hesitate before I take a seat next to Betty on the bed. The atmosphere changes, time seems to move slower. My eyes drift to the plant she’s holding on to tightly. It’s a cactus. I take my finger to poke gently one of the thorns. “I shall name you … Elisabeth.” This receives me a look from Betty.

“How come they’re all names from The Bible?”

“I just realised that as well and I’m not sure why.” I answer. Betty breaks out laughing. “It just sort of happened I guess.” I add while laughing with her. We are both cupping our mouths with the intention of not being too loud.

When the laughter dies out Betty falls into a hesitant manner of being, leaving her exterior intriguingly abstruse. She looks at me with eyes as curious as my own. I find myself not having the faintest idea how this night will lead on. If I had been at the Twilight I would have been asleep by now, waiting for the next day, which would proceed to look suspiciously similar to the last. Instead a pair of intriguingly abstruse eyes are staring at me and I’m dying to find out why they are so.

“We should probably sleep.” Betty says. She doesn’t move a muscle. I look at her, uncertain of what to do.

“Right.” This is the awkward part, the part I can’t play off by giving her plants Bible names. We now have to be real about the cold truth of the situation, the fact that I’m taking refuge in her room. The fact that she is saving me, she’s providing me a home in a way that the Twilight couldn’t even try to. But I am an intruder still, upon ground that doesn’t belong to me, ground that doesn’t really have a place for me.

“As you may have noticed, there is no extra bed. Putting one in would obviously be a dead giveaway to my parents.” Betty puts her cactus back on the nightstand. “So you can either sleep with me on my bed or on the floor. The bed is quite big so I really don’t mind.” She says without really looking at me.

I stand up, suddenly restless. “Yeah, but that’s alright I’ll just sleep on the floor. No worries.” I say while looking around, seizing her bedroom floor since it’s the place I’ll be spending my next few hours.

“Jug.” She interrupts my heedless scurrying, putting my motions to a halt. “You can sleep on the bed.” She states clearly, making sure to pronounce every syllable.

I debate in my head what’s best to do in this situation. Should I do what I want to, and sleep on the bed, or should I insist on sleeping on the floor? I don’t want to do the wrong thing and I want to be a good guy, whatever that even means. But I find myself agreeing to her proposition none the less.

Silently she moves over to one side of the bed and lies down. The silence remains while I remove my shoes and jacket, I don’t even bother removing my suspenders before I lie down on the opposite side. She turns the fairy lights off and it’s pitch dark for a while until I can see her outline, and then her eyes and then I gradually have a more detailed perspective of her features. I watch her as she studies intently the palm of her hand.

“Remember that time at the party?” She asks quietly, like she’s whispering to a small flower. “You took my hand in yours, but you never shook it. What was that?” Her eyes never once leave her palm.

“I wanted you to know that I was aware of your scars. Did I make you uncomfortable?”

“No, it was fine.”

“My intention was only ever to be considerate, let you know that you are not neglected.” I tried my best to choose my words carefully, but in the end I still felt like said the wrong thing.

“Yes, I understand. It did make me feel …less alone.”

I keep staring at the back of her hand while she stares at the palm of it.

The night served to make our brains tired and thus it filtered less, leaving us with a pealed version of ourselves for the other to take part in. The darkness served to make our appearances less conspicuous, leaving a false sense of concealment for us to be relieved by. Possibly as a result of that, I found myself reciting Edgar Allan Poe, “And by strange alchemy of brain, her pleasures always turned to pain, her naiveté to wild desire, her wit to love, her wine to fire.”* I feel a little silly, but I plough through and afterward she finally looks at me.

When she doesn’t say anything, I proceed to tell her, “If you want to, you can try explaining how you feel. I am very interested.”

“It’s a mystery.” She says.

“I love mysteries.” I say.

She hesitates for a long time. But I know she will say something eventually, and it takes a little bit of will power to wait for her, yet I manage.

“I don’t have any friends, no one seems to like me.” To my surprise she doesn’t sound insecure, she sounds casual.

“Are you sure that no one likes you or if maybe sometimes… you shun away from them?” I think of all the times I’ve tried to make our relation move beyond that of a professional one and Betty has seemed oblivious to my attempts, in her own little world like always.

“Why would anyone be interested in me? Have you seen the way I dress and have you seen the people at Riverdale High?” She asks frustrated.

“Then why do you dress that way?” I ask curiously.

“Because! It doesn’t matter, I’m not like them either way.” Her eyes are wet but her exterior doesn’t falter, she’s still hard as a rock.

“And how are you different?” I realise that I’ve become some sort of bot, I’m not so much here anymore, she’s not even looking at me, she’s talking to herself and I’m just the catalyst keeping the conversation going.

“They drink, they party, I don't– I’ve never felt… sexually attracted to anyone.” She finishes, and suddenly I’m there again, in her room, right next to her. She looks directly at me for the first time since the conversation started, but I can tell she finds it hard to. “That’s why no guy would ever be interested in me.” She concludes. “That’s why I wear what is comfortable rather than what is pretty. Because it doesn’t matter, it won’t make a difference.” She stares at me and straight through me, if I moved her eyes wouldn’t follow. “This is what straight girls would look like it there existed no boys to please.”

I laugh at that. “I don’t think that’s true. Do you really believe they would go through all that trouble just to please boys? I think they do it for none other than themselves.”

“Are you saying girls are selfish?” She jokes and I laugh.

“You’re twisting my words.” I smile.

“I’m a writer, get used to it.”

“Right, forgot you’re a professional word twister.” I say sarcastically.

Betty manages a smile but I can see that she is somewhat emotionally drained. “You don’t seem surprised.” She says but realises subsequently that I have no idea what she’s referring to. “About me being asexual.” I can tell the words are new even to her when she says them and I can’t help but wonder how she can be so confident in talking about herself and expressing her feelings, how she can be comfortable with using such a strong label.

“Well… I will begin by saying that I don’t usually assume things about other people’s sexualities. Although the idea… it hasn’t not occurred to me.” I pause to look for her reaction, when it doesn’t come I continue on. “And now that I know it’s clear… It’s in everything you do. It’s you.” I finish, completely unhappy with my feeble phrasing.

“I’ve had these fantasies about getting drunk and doing it just to get it over with. I’ve thought I was gay and I’ve thought that it came from my insecurities and that if I would just learn to love myself then I would get comfortable with loving someone else intimately. But lately, very recently actually, I’ve learned to accept it. Not stopped wishing things were different, but accepted it.” She blurts out all at once like a song.

My heart beats fast. I felt a rush at her words, or more precisely, at how well I identified with them. I want to tell her how much the same we are, but I find I simply can’t. Stating something, which I have been supressing for so long, is too much for me in this instance. I am not prepared for this. I look at her, trying to telepathically mediate what I feel instead. But she is no mind reader. Of that I’m sure.

“But you.” She begins. “You have a lot of… fans. Yet you never seem interested, why is that?” She queries.

“I guess it comes down to feeling like I don’t have anything to offer them. This notion that I won’t be able to give them what they want.” I sigh.

“And what is it that they want, do you think?” She looks into my eyes, really looks for the first time, not letting go. I’m scared she will see through me and I don’t quite hold her stare like I wish I could.

“I’m not sure.” I finally mutter, but it’s useless, she has already seen it in my eyes.

“Are you asexual?” She asks.

“No.” I say before I have time to think.

The quiet paves an audial way to the wind outside.

“I just think that sex is stupid.” I say. In retrospect the statement seems a little childish, but Betty gives me a doting smile.

“Then don’t be asexual, just let us share that opinion an all be well.” She says.

I briefly wonder about the time, but I soon come to find that that’s not where my real queries are. Once I’ve mustered enough courage I ask, “Do you like kissing?”

Her mouth twitches. “I don’t know. I’ve never tried.”

“You haven’t had sex either but you still know you don’t like that.”

“Fine.” She smiles. “I believe I do like kissing.” She covers her face in her hands fleetingly in an attempt to shelter herself from sheer awkwardness. The motion is small, but it sparks something inside me. The field of my vision slithers down to her lips.

“Would you like to try?” I ask in the darkness of her bedroom with a vulnerable tinge to my voice. I would be surprised by my own profoundness, but she isn’t this distant goal anymore. She’s a person, and we are on the same level.

“Okay.” She says, but she looks scared. “But I don’t know what to do.” She further explains.

“That’s okay.” I say impatiently. I move toward her, my breathing is slow. The truth is I don’t know either. I have no damn clue. But although missions often seem less intimidating while one has yet to embark upon them, only for you to find out they are a hell of a hassle, some of them are still worth pursuing and some of them you find out later to not be as intimidating as you thought.

When our lips meet I come to find that the latter is in this case true. What has for so long felt completely unobtainable, feels entirely natural with Betty. I take hold of her neck and she takes hold of mine and we pull each other closer. Her lips twitch into a smile, causing mine to do the same. We hold on to each other for as long as we can until we can hold our breaths no longer and fall back on our individual pillows, staring at the roof.

“That was good. But we have to try again.” Betty breathes.

I beam at her. “Again you say?”

“I’m sorry, but we have to use tongue I think. Otherwise it doesn’t count.” She says like it’s a matter of fact.

“Don’t apologize to me.” I say and lean in toward her again, there’s a newfound craving inside me to be close to her.

Right before our mouths meet she stops me. “Just be careful though.” She’s got her hand on my shoulder, which I like. “Don’t use too much tongue, it’s just supposed to skim the lips I think.”

I look at her lips while I whisper, “Fine.” I’ve found out recently that it’s my new favourite place of hers to look at.

She eventually releases her hold on my shoulder and I am free to lean in toward her, I do it as slowly as I can. I do believe that slow is key here. Sort of like a constructed pause in rhetoric’s. And just like tea it is not the way she tastes when I kiss her but the way she makes me feel inside. Sort of like everything is tingling. The only sounds that are heard come from the wind outside and out mouths moving together, figuring out along the way, how much of our tongues are needed.

“And so being young and dipt in folly, I fell in love with melancholy.”* I recite to her once we’ve drawn apart.

8 June 2017

* The poem is Romance by Edgar Allan Poe.

I’ve been sitting with this chapter for basically two days straight and would be very thankful for feedback even in the slightest form! Reblogs are also always nice.

Thanks to everyone who read along!

Dylan Klebold Rolling Playlist...

Post a song that perfectly captures the essence of Dylan Klebold for you personally, tag a couple of other people to add to it and reblog and halcyon on and on and on in musical BLISS.  Pretty soon we’ll have a interactive, growing Dylan Klebold Playlist created from our  very own Columbiner TCC Collective Consciousness. <3 :) 


When you select your song think about why percisely it reminds you of Dyl…

  • Do all or some of the lyrics capture him in some way?  
  • Does the musical melody or rhythm seem like him?  If so, why?
  • Is it a bit of both, the lyrics and the melody combined?
  • Can you remember when you first heard the song and having an epiphany that it it’s a perfect Dylan song?


  • Post your Dylan song in a youtube embedded video format.  
  • If the youtube video does not include the lyrics, and if the lyrics are an important component to the significance of your Dylan song, post the lyrics under a cut.   You can also post a spotify, soundcloud or other Tumblr approved audio clip of the song. However, youtube vids is the easiest/preferred format for most to experience your Dylan tune.  
  • Having been tagged, you may either reblog and post your song so that a handful of songs are reblogged on one post - that way people can build their Dyl playlist based off of your rec as well as a few reblogs of others recs -or- you can simply post as a standalone  especially if the reblog is getting to cumbersome - it’s entirely up to you. This is an experiment reblogging a string of songs on so if it’s too much to reblog so many, just start as a new post. .

    Just be sure that if you start up a new post to INCLUDE THESE GUIDELINES ALONG WITH IT.


TAG two or  three other people to keep the organic Dylan Playlist rolling along down the infinite Lost Highway of love. :) 


Fine. I’ll start then… ;) 

This song “Strange and Beautiful” by Aqualung reminds me of Dylan in it’s slow tempo and dreamy, floaty feeling and it’s perfect lyric of secret, unrequited love.  It’s a little tragic romantic like ‘Beautiful” by Smashing Pumpkins or “Creep” by Radiohead in it’s pining away sentiment.

It captures Dylan’s sense of invisibility to This Girl he loves so much and his longing for her and how “perfect” she’d be for him, his watching and endless waiting from the wings, his fantasizing and dreaming of her from afar and his hopes she will one day wake up to really see him, to realize the depth of his love for her. Infinitely spellbound..   

Sometimes the last thing you want comes in first
Sometimes the first thing you want never comes
But I know.. that waiting is all you can do, Sometimes…

 I tag h4le-bopp, thedragonrampant and thoughtsofhalcyon  :)

sexual weekend

Hello! Sometimes starting on fridays or saturdays (and continuing through sunday) this blog goes nsfw, I (finnyisbored) answer stuff from my inbox that has been sent to me based on the bullets below!

  • mlts (most likely to)/mtl (most to least)/fmk (fuck, marry, kill)/etc
  • sexual fantasies
  • blurbs/blurb requests
  • (unpopular?) opinions
  • headcanons
  • questions you may have (i try my best to give advice!)
  • it can be anything sexual/romantic regarding Dan Howell, Phil Lester, any of BTS, EXO, and GOT7!
  • really its just a slumber party - so dont be afraid to talk!

notice: if a link is not working, please let me know!

FAQ (under the cut!)

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I’ve been asked a few times how to get a blog like this started! And so, here are some tips on how to get going! Always happy to answer questions if you have them! :) 

I’m going to speak from experience here, both as a blog browser & reader, and as someone who runs one of these things. This is my experience, and you can (and probably should) change it to be more you. The below tips are my two cents on how to get your content out and start to build followers!

1.) Ultimately, it has to be a fun, positive thing for you!
Make it your own. If it isn’t fun and turns out to be too much work, or feels like a chore, the blog, ideas, and writing will suffer and eventually it will show. So think carefully about what you want to get out of the experience. I caution against starting a blog just to try and gain a ton of followers. There is no guarantee that will happen and it really shouldn’t be the point to try and become ‘tumblr-famous’. So when you set out to begin, think about it like it would be just you, as if no one else would ever see it, and determine if it’s something you want to do for yourself!

2.) Decide on content and stick to it!
Is your blog going to be all Lucifer imagines? Many fandoms in one place? All one shots? Figure out what content you want to have and stick to it. This is important. People will be more likely to follow if there is a clear theme to what you are posting, because they can be more confident that what they’ll see on their dash is what they want. It’s okay to occasionally have a slightly off-topic post, but overall you will help people looking at your blog figure out what following would be like, before they even do it, if you stick to a narrowed type of content.

I know as a browser I almost never follow mishmash blogs, where the posts are seemingly random, just because I like to know what I’ll get. These eclectic blogs of course have their place (we all like to collect things we find on tumblr!), but I wouldn’t recommend it when starting a writing blog.

3.) Decide on how often you will post new content!
This is helpful for both you and your followers! Think about how busy you are and how often you will be able to post, and try to communicate this somewhere on your blog. Your followers will know how often they can expect new posts from you and you won’t be stressed out about having to force out content.

If things change and you get busier, that’s ok! Just let your followers know that you’ll be a little less active for a while. Consider queuing up some posts that will go up during your absence. And if you feel like you need a break, take one! This should be fun, not stressful, and sometimes we all need to step away from the computer. Again, just communicate with your followers so they know what’s up!

4.) To recruit followers, be consistently active, and tag the crap out of everything.
When I first started this blog, I posted a crap ton of imagines in a day. I was trying to get my content out and visible to the widest possible audience AND I was just really excited to be starting a fun blog. Once you start picking up a few followers, if they like what they see, they will help you grow by reblogging and liking your posts. 

According to some things I’ve seen, tumblr will only catalogue your first five tags, so make those count! Switch up the way you tag things a little to try and pull in new followers who may not be looking for the tags you’ve previously used. And make sure your tags are accurate. Don’t tag Lucifer posts as “Bobby Singer” or some such thing. It makes it harder for people to find what they’re looking for.

In addition, make sure your blog is easy to navigate. I suggest compiling lists of your content as you go such as a Master List and character lists. This way your followers can browse for what they want easily!

5.) Practice, practice, practice and edit, edit, edit!
Not everyone cares as much as I do about well-written and edited content, but to me this is important. Use proper spelling, capitalization, punctuation, and grammar to the best of your ability. This makes things easier to read and follow. And read over what you’ve written and look for errors! I try to go back to a story the day after I have posted it and I usually find little typos or things that need to be fixed. No one is perfect! But make your best effort.

As a reader, a poorly written/edited story is enough to make me not read it!
It’s amazing how your writing will change as you begin to do it more and more. It will get better and better! This is a bonus of doing one of these blogs. ☺

6.) Interact!
This is one of my favorite things about doing this. I get to interact with all my followers! Whether that is through exchanging messages, checking out their blogs (which incidentally, if you’re pretty active on my blog, the chances that I have creeped on yours are pretty high!), answering questions, or writing their requests, it makes your followers feel like part of a community and a family. It makes them feel valued, so show them that they are!

7.) Create an environment that you would want to be in! 

By this I mean one that will have people coming back for more. You can interpret this how you like, but for me this is a safe place, judgement free, and an opening, positive, welcoming blog.

I want to be approachable and friendly, and I hope that is clear to all of you who follow! This doesn’t mean being one dimensional though, we all have our own opinions and quirks, and you can still let those come through. I know I definitely do… and somehow you are all still here, which will never cease to amaze me. ;)

Thanks for reading, and I hope this was helpful to some of you! You are all so wonderful, and I’m so fortunate that I get to be part of such a kickass fandom!

A lot of people here on Tumblr seem to take their interpretation of a character or a relationship as being the only one or the “correct” one. If you interpret a relationship as being abusive, and it makes you uncomfortable, then you have the right to feel this way. You can blacklist it, complain about it on your blog, never talk about it, or whatever you want.

However, when you start attacking people for their preferences, that’s when you cross the line. People have reasons for liking what they do, and even if they don’t, if it’s just an irrational liking for something, then so what? They still feel that way, their actions aren’t harming anyone, and it’s not like hating on them will make them stop. It’ll just paint a bad impression of the individuals who attacked them, and the shippers and fanbase as a whole. Because just as you see them, all of the shippers, as being “gross and supporting problematic characters/ships”, they’ll see you as being “hateful and immature and can’t accept people having a different opinion”.

This happens in every fandom I’ve been to, except the ones that are way too small to have much, if any, fan content. Though the whole social justice element is more recent, it’s all essentially still the same, because people don’t actually care about social justice, they just want to find a reason to explain why their ship is better, or why they hate another ship, while feeling morally superior. The thing is, though, they’re just being immature. This isn’t surprising, considering many of the people on this site are teenagers who are easily influenced, and while this doesn’t excuse their actions, I think it shows how harmful this culture Tumblr has can be.

Anyway, I’m finding that there are generally a few major “types” of ships that get a lot of hate. Interestingly, in most cases, the antis tend to hate one of the characters there, rather than liking both characters but seeing them as unsuitable for each other.

New girl and established male main character: Exactly what it says. These are ships between a new female character, who might be just fine as a character, but a large part of the fandom will end up seeing her as stupid and annoying, and a old main character, who’s part of some of the popular fandom ships. This ship will almost always have some strong backing in canon (though note that strong here depends exactly on how this show/movie/book/whatever normally handles romance), which will make the people who prefer the older pairings feel threatened, so I think they lash out on the female newcomer as a result, trying to make her out to be the worst thing ever to feel justified in their preference for the older ship rather than this new one. And for the record, yes, it has to be a new female character and a old male character, since male slash is much more popular than female slash, so this way, the new female character incurs the wrath of both the het and slash shippers. I mean, the reverse can happen, but the character and ship gets less hate because the established female character isn’t as likely to be involved in as many popular pairings.

Heroine and dark or villainous male character: These ships tend to be the ones that are called abusive the most, for obvious (but untrue, depending on your perspective) reasons. Here, the ship doesn’t need a lot of evidence in canon, and the dislike of it tends to be as a reaction to the shippers, rather than canon. The fans of the pairings tend to find some appeal or potential in the pairing, but the people who hate the ship seem to refuse to ask the shippers what they find appealing, instead dismissing them as being terrible and supporting abuse. Which is rather strange, if you ask me, since most of the fan content tends to involve the darker/villainous character being nice and sweet. And when the anti shippers do notice this, they instead tend to wonder why they don’t just ship the heroine with some other nice character who has chemistry with her. And I wonder too, if only I could ask them…

Ships between best friends, especially if they’re the same gender: So this is an interesting case, because while these ships get a lot of hate, if they’re a m/f or m/m ship, then they probably get a lot of love as well. The haters tend to view the shippers as seeing something that isn’t there, complain about the shippers and insist that they’re just friends, sometimes even talking about how one of them is actually an abusive jerk who’s terrible to the other one. This tends to be quite insulting to the shippers, since it has the implication they can’t value friendship, or that they view platonic love as being lesser, which is not true at all. There are also some troubling implications in that people seem to be more insistent on the “just friends!” angle when both characters are of the same gender, but I won’t dwell on that.

Age gap ships: Typically older man and younger girl, but the reverse may happen, though it’s less common because society is more inclined to view men as predatory. Anyway, the reason for the dislike tends to be seeing the older character as creepy or a pedophile, even if the younger one is an young adult/adult. I can understand why significant age differences can make people feel uncomfortable, but the notion that the shippers are creeps is very offensive. There’s almost always plenty of reasons to enjoy the ship, and I don’t think there’s anything creepy about it if both characters are mature, legal adults who can make their own choices. Actually, I think it’s insulting to assume that the younger character is incapable of making their own decisions in regards to their love life, especially if they already take care of all other aspects of their life and generally show themselves to be perfectly mature, responsible, and well-adjusted.

These are the ones I could think of right on the top of my head. There are more, but I’m tired and don’t feel like listing every single one of them.

P.S: this was originally supposed to be a more general rant about Tumblr’s toxic culture, but so much of their toxicity is related to shipping and social justice, so it ended up being focused on those.

Merry Christmas ! 

Thank you all so much for supporting me in my time here, I really wouldn’t be here without all of you. You all mean so much to me and I wish I could express that more than in a bunch of words. There’s so many of you here, and I wish I could go to you one by one, but because I can’t I’ve made way with a big long bias list like this. I hope we continue to be close for many days to come ! So, to celebrate a happy holiday, and a landmark of 333 followers, onto the read more!

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UR NOT LEAVING!, tumblr user zelo/jay’s 2k16 version of please don’t leave me, aka a follow forever for my favorite blogs and a few people I call friends. I have amazingly almost reached 24k followers while being here??? what kind of blasphemy??? anyways, thank you for making my dashboard both beautiful and meme-full, both wonderful and painful. Thank you for making my blogging experience here such a great one. Have the cutest day.

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Hi Guys! So I quickly expanded THIS fic tag drabble I did earlier as tumblr cut off the last half. A couple people liked it and I got a lovely message from @burnnmyhearttout bribing me with in n out to write it lol, so I expect payment when you make it out west Alicia. ;) and massive thanks to @ililypop for her advice as I was conflicted on how I wanted to end it. I hope you all enjoy!

Forever taglist: @nemo-miracle-grow @areyousad8118 @thisissomefreshbullshit @luckyemcee @mmfdiaryfan @murderyoursoul @kristicallahan @irish-girl-84 @sey77 @bebelievelive @justagirlnamedkayla @i-love-mmfd @anitavalija @stephsadickhead @milymargot @busstop @ililypop @pink-royaute@lolflash @youmehellofarollercoasterride @curvygirlonabudget @mellamoaiko @inneedofamoralcompass @paleasalabaster @mmfdfanfic @mallyallyandra @lethallylauren @finnleysraemundo @pissingonursoul @losingpudge @bitchy-broken @fuckintentshop @audisodd @darlingdiver @fantasticab @celestev31 @myfinnnelsonpls @rinncincin @tinakegg @ducky17 @katywright340 @bitcheslovebeck @raernundo @nutinanutshell @cant-getno-sleep @courtkismet @omgbananasnailus @i-dream-of-emus @guyoverboard @anglophileyoungblood @swooningfangirl @bitchesbecrazy89 @chrryblsms @girlwithafoxhat @annemarieted @sammylbc  @sarahlouise88ni @denaceleste @how-ardently​ @idontliketalkingtoanybody @mmfdblog @phoenixflow @penguinsandbowties @fizzezlikecherrycola @fangirlwithoutshame @africancreativity @alyssaloca @llexis @thatfunnygirllauren @cheersmedear @14000romances @rred87 @nirvanalove27 @takenbyatree @im-an-emu @shashaaussi @mirandasmadeofstone @lililuvlight @flxwxry @slitherouter @saracasm25 @becauseyouarestrong @malvaloca93 @happyfrasers @vmellow @scumothaearff @wandering-soul-7 @hewittgolightly @emmatationsforall @ninjarunningzico @arcticoasisboy @milllott @rafaellabnery @endemictoearth @oscarworthyperformance @blackfeministagenda @fxckyoubruhhh @lilaviolet @dianasaurousrexxx @kathhumphreysx @eighty-sixcharlie @flirtmcgirt @nenita1978 @crystalgiddings1993 @mydiaryofemus @facephase @blobwithagob @freyasfrench @luly310 @cosiquellocheora @stinemarine @ljsbetterthanyesterday @borntochaos @likeashootingstarfades @isthistherightwayround @toseeyou-again @emu4ever @carpe-libris @voodoomarie as always please let me know if you would like to be added or removed :D


Will You Still Love Me in the Morning?

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passmesumdimsum  asked:

I also don't know how to use tumblr anymore so I'm not even sure if I'm running out of space... but anyway, your blog is life. I would love to know more about exo because I know nothing. *exits into darkness*

(my reply to ur kind msg is below my way of having u learn more abt EXO xD)


Obv a South Korean boy group consisting of 12 members during 2012-beginning of 2014 [Mama era, Wolf era, Growl era, Miracles in December era]. 11 members during the first half of 2014, 10 members by the end of 2014 and the beginning of 2015, then 9 members (as of now). we (EXO-Ls) were extremely heartbroken. Esp during the first time that a member (Kris/Wu Yifan) left. If ur interested with Kris leaving EXO, u can read my rant (which is mixed w/ BaekYeol/n theory). Or u can look it up on google bc there’s bound to be many articles abt it :)

The group name “EXO” is derived from the planet: “Exo planet”. It was stated (as a concept) that the 12 members of the group originated from said planet, and landed on Earth with ‘superpowers’. Hence, why the debut song of EXO (Mama) consisted with members showing off their ‘superpowers’ (but tbh I think their superpowers r making us (EXO-L) faint w/o even touching us).

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2016 Ghost Hunt Fandom Weekend!

Do you want to make your second weekend in April something that transcends human understanding, or perhaps for the more analytical of us something that at least deviates from the natural?

Then join us for our inaugural Ghost Hunt Fandom Weekend!

How to have a hauntingly good time?

First things first, make sure you follow @gh-exchange so you can participate and get all of our updates.

Would you love Ghost Hunt fanwork created for you? Of course you would!

Then sign up for our:

 Ghost Writer/Artist media exchange!

Rules: You must give in order to receive. This is an exchange, so signing up means you are willing to create something for your client. It really is obvious, but it’s always important to spell it out.

Ghost Writer/Artist: you are a ghost, your haunting can vary in intensity, but should remain anonymous. That is part of the fun.

Final Minimums: Fics must be 1,000 words + and art must be more than one sketch.

Step 1: Sign up for the GH Ghost Writer/Artist media exchange!

You will sign up for the exchange via a submission form. Sign ups will be from January 19th- February 2nd. Keep an eye on your dash for the submission form on the 19th. 

On this form you will provide information both on what you will like to give as well as receive. 

  1. Your tumblr name. This is important for a litany of reasons not the least being so your ghost writer/artist can creep on you to get a better idea of what you want or annon message you to more directly try to get info. And definitely not so we can make tumblr hitogatas of everybody.
  2. What type or types of media you would like to receive
  3. A small prompt for the subject of the media. Don’t get your case rejected, so please keep it at least semi-professional guys.
  4. What type or types of media you are willing/able to create

Using a number of spreadsheets and a complex algorithm we will match a Ghost Writer/Artist with their client.  We will contact everyone to let them know who their client is and what has been requested. You will get your prompts Feb 3-5 depending on how long it takes us to take care of the maths.

Step 2: Get to work, this isn’t a cafe!

Last day to drop out is February 28th. Anyone who loses their specter or client will be provided with the assistance of a gifted medium to search for a new match.

Check-ins/Reminders will go out: March 2nd and again April 2nd.

Step 3: Post and submit your completed gifts to the exchange blog making sure to mention/tag your client so they know their gift has arrived. The exorcism is set for the weekend of April 9-10 so make sure you have your affairs in order by then.

BUT WAIT! There’s more!

To help get everyone into the spirit of things, keep an eye out for us on your dash prior to April.

We will be offering up additional fic prompts, some fic reviews/recommendations, and general conversation about the series in the weeks leading up. Please feel free to submit your own prompts, reviews/recs, topic ideas to the exchange blog!

Be sure to ask the exchange blog if there’s any questions!

And please share this with your friends! 

The Girl with the Gold Crown Tattoo

Prompt: “you just caught me cleaning up some graffiti on our apartments and congratulated me on being an awesome person and decided to help me clean but little did you know I was only cleaning it so I could have blank canvas au”

^– An anon sent me this prompt a while back, but then tumblr decided to delete it rather than saving it as a draft.

Title is a bastardization of The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, to which this fic could not be any less related.

(Tagging wanderinglilly b/c she’s gr8)


The alleyway behind Bellamy’s apartment building is disgusting. He should know, he has to walk through it on his way back from work every day. It’s either that or walk an extra five minutes around the block, and he doesn’t have that kind of patience after a full day at the museum.

The alley isn’t very long, but nearly every inch of it is covered in graffiti of the ‘Jessica was here’ or completely unreadable variety. He’s pretty sure he’s seen rats scurrying around back there a couple times.

It’s also usually deserted—due to its putrid disgusting-ness, he assumes—which is why he’s more than a little surprised to see a blonde girl there one evening, glaring at the wall. She’s wearing frayed shorts and a ratty t-shirt with a tarp spread out around her.

A can of paint that looks to be the same off-white color the walls would be, if they weren’t covered in grime, is standing nearby, open, and a paint roller hangs from her hand.

The entire image just really doesn’t make sense. She doesn’t look like the kind of person you’d hire to repaint your alley.

He doesn’t go out of his way to talk to people he doesn’t know, but curiosity gets the best of him.

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Oy Okay: Abbie Talk Time

I hate speaking out against things I see people doing here sometimes because I don’t want to come off as a bitch to anyone, but there’s just times I can’t hold my tongue.

FYI: I am not calling out anyone in specific or invalidating how anyone feels.

So lately, I’ve been seeing a hell of a lot more people publicly shaming others who I don’t feel deserve it.  I am not at all saying that the person did nothing wrong in someone eyes, but no one deserves to be given a bad name when they weren’t doing anything purposefully to hurt or make someone uncomfortable.  (Obviously there are some that do it on purpose, but that’s not the point I’m making). 

You have to understand that this community is full of people with the same interest, but different comfort levels and preferences.  It takes time and a lot of conversation to reach that level of mutual comfort and understanding with one another.  So while some may tickle-talk or roleplay right away, some prefer not to and neither person in the conversation knows that the first time talking.  And I’ve seen a lot of people posting conversation pictures of peoples first time talking, one of them bringing tickling up, and then instead of being told that time is needed for comfort, this supposedly private conversation is made public and they are given a bad name without even given a chance.

If someone does something minor like that, and you aren’t comfortable tell them privately.  They probably didn’t even realize what they were doing is wrong, and didn’t know how to go about bringing it up because you’re someone new they haven’t talked to yet.  If they do it again knowing you aren’t comfortable or take things to new extremes, that’s another story.

Honestly, everyone who makes a tickle-blog is here to join with others and bask together in a place where they don’t feel judged.

  • Not everyone knows your comfort levels right away.
  • Not everyone knows your age or if you’re a minor if they didn’t read your blog description.
  • Not everyone knows how to open up about tickling stuff the right way, it could be their first time or first few and they’re a bit rusty. (I know I was!)
  • No one deserves to be publicly shamed for things they didn’t even realize they were doing wrong. 
  • No one deserved to be publicly shamed unless they do something TRULY harmful or uncomfortable to you…otherwise tell them privately, and if they don’t stop…worst case you block them.
  • Labeling someone as a “creep” because of ONE misunderstanding, without you even making an effort to tell them how you feel first is not right.
  • Not everyone is good at picking up cues that who they’re talking to is uncomfortable, hence why they may keep doing it.  You need to talk to them, tell them how you feel…not just go to an extreme of publicly shaming.

You also have to understand that someone could have JUST made their blog, and may come off weird because it’s their first time expressing it here or even at all.  Also, some people may be bad at picking up cues to someone feeling uncomfortable, so while you may be trying to hint at them how you feel, unless you outright say it they may never pick up on that hence them continuing how they talk to you.

Everyone here deserves fair chances, an explanation if they make you uncomfortable initially, and to NOT be publicly shamed…talk to them privately before you just go and post screenshots on Tumblr.  Give them another chance, tell them you’re uncomfortable tickle-talking until you know them better.  If they keep pursuing after that, thats another story.  But don’t ruin someones Tumblr experience by having them tagged in a post which is a list of “creeps” in the community, one person on that list who I actually have talked to and is not. 

Get to know people.  Give them chances.  We all say stupid shit sometimes.  Unless they truly, deeply hurt you or made you feel uncomfortable, don’t publicly shame.  One person you may conider a creep, could be someone else’s best friend in the community.  You honestly never know.

Okay I just wanna say this about the tumblr tag video.

The art was not meant to be seen by Dan and Phil obviously. It was meant for fans and made by fans. Some people reposted art and basically showed it to Dan and Phil, who it was not meant for.

The comments they made about all the art could be interpreted as rude. However, even if the art is not meant for them, it still shows them in sometimes very graphic situations. If they were making jokes about how weird someone’s art is when the art is something completely unrelated to the phandom and them, then yes their comments would be disrespectful. But one of the drawings had Dan literally naked and tied up by his best friend. It made them uncomfortable because it was porn of them made by complete strangers. They have the right to comment on it, they have the right to be made uncomfortable by it.

I saw another post saying that Dan and Phil paint their fans to be creepy and immature. When someone over the Internet draws you completely nude, yes you would be creeped out. When strangers over the Internet are freaking out that you may or may not be in a relationship with your best friend, it is a little immature. Not saying immaturity is a bad thing.

So yes. It sucks that people had their art stolen. It sucks that people drew this art and it was seen by eyes that it was never intended for. But when those people who it wasn’t intended for do see the art, they have the right to be either joyed or disgusted by it as much as anyone else. No one can expect anyone who sees literal graphic porn to not have an emotional response, that’s the whole reason it was made in the first place. Phanart and phanfiction is great, it’s an excellent outlet of creativity. It’s meant for the people involved in the fandom, but anyone else on the Internet might see it at any time.

Sorry if this doesn’t make sense my thoughts are very jumbled.

Spoilers. They can really creep up on you.

You may have noticed our announcement that for the next seven spectacular days, we’ll be posting Orphan Black Season Two premiere sneak peeks. But maybe you are a person with a MASSIVE amount of self-control, who never reads spoilers and never watches anything in advance ever. (How do you do it? Your restraint is admirable. Teach us your ways.) So out of respect for those who wish to remain unspoiled, we’ll be tagging all of our spoiler-heavy posts with #OBSpoilers.

We suggest either installing Tumblr Savior or XKit and blocking the tag #OBSpoilers. With XKit you’ll have to install the “Blacklist” extension and add the word from there.

With either of those installed and the hashtag blocked, whenever a post pops up on your dash with that tag, the post will be hidden. You’ll have the option of clicking on it to read it if you’d like, and with XKit you can block the posts from appearing entirely. Both of those websites linked above have detailed instructions on how to install and you can definitely ask around Tumblr if you run into any problems.

so recently, I’ve hit a target number of followers and!!! it’s also almost my 2nd year on tumblr (it will be this coming july? august? november? I’m sorry I can’t remember when my blog was established omfg I’m ashamed of myself byE) but yeah! I decided to make one of these huehuehuehue

I have a lot to thank all of you for, and a follow forever is definitely not enough, but I just wanted to tell you all how much I love you!! To be able to see all these lovely people who brighten up my life and dash, to have people to comfort me when I’m upset or stressed, to have my loveliest friends who listen to me rant and screech about korean men with new hairstyles, to know that there will always be people for me to rely on and just to have a huge family here to return to, it’s truly a blessing! :-) I’m just so happy to have been able to cross paths with all of you here and thank you so much for following me, tolerating my rubbish and swearing in the tags and always always being there for me no matter what. All of you deserve a giant hug and cuddle from me!! (not that you will want it) I am always grateful to you all!!

I’m sorry this is so massive, I just don’t know when I’ll hit another milestone and being in a ff feels fab and I want all of you to feel fab so I tried to squeeze everyone in but if I missed you out I’m sorry I haven’t done anything like this before :-( and it was only until I decided to do a ff that I realised how many cool people I follow omfg

to the lovely people that i have talked to for a short while, I haven’t forgotten you guys!!! idk what happened but let’s start talking again okay? ily all so much hehe

and for the swaggie people who followed my new got7 sideblog (flyingmarks), thank you so much!! it really means a lot to me :’)

*just a small sidenote that my previous url was dorklikeabuffalo! {so you don’t think a creep is tagging you}

Bold are for my bffs, unnies and sisters! (I tried the hover for a message thingy idk if it works oops) Italics are for my senpais huehue I have a lot bc how do they even

the bunch of urls at the bottom are the blogs I follow on both my main blog and sideblog {bc I wanted got7 on my dash but they got too much for me and I just had to create a sideblog hence the overlap} and they are all my senpais huehuehue

edit credits to my bae and fave deskie (who tumblrs with me) regina hehehehe ilysm look forward to your chocolate milk soon <3


1000yearsbyonew | 2minandjongkeyfingerlickingood | 50shadesofkimjongina-dork-inspirit | a-hat-for-each-ben | a-mi-go | aboutbigbang | acciomyungsoo | acewonshik | adorableprince | adorkabaek | aigyu | alixatrix | alwayshineelove | amigonew | angelkey | annyeongpabo | areumdawonew | areyouwantmore | ayohexo


bontheblock | b-a-p-ontheblock | b-i-g-bang-bang | b-yongguk | babomyungs | babotan | badjokebobby | baekhyunizer | bageljinki | bang-yong-guks-wife | bangblockbaptan | bangme-yongguk | bangtaning | bangyonggukkie | bap-ftw | bap-in-motion | best-absolute-pabos | beware-of-the-cute-ones | bi-hanbin | bibiningkai | bingu-choom-top | bitemybaozi | blamewinner | bling-bling-goes-my-heart | bling-blingie | blingblingdumbhyun | blingerous | blingmints | blockbapfap | blondejongin | blue-e-e | boomtopshakalaka | bulletproofwinner | bumblekey | bumkis | bummie-is-beautiful | byunbaxk | byuns-baekery


chaikey | chalseu | chanyeol-be-creeping | chanyeolscrackdealer | choi-minhot | choibrothers | choiminhoz | chonghyeon | chyeahbabyz | thatfuckingcoolcat | crong-in | cumbaek | cup-of-exo | cutebubblyvip | cutiehuns


dabadaboomshakalaka | daes-taes | daeception | daejaeing | daeslikethis | djaes | daesungimnida | daesungisgoodinbed | damnyouleejinki | dazzlin-gull | dazzlingkai | demfluffycheeks | dino-whoar | dinopuppydorkgyu | dinopuppysaur | dinosoor | dinotism | dinoyu | divette | dongwhos | | doushitae | dream-guuurl | dubuwaffle 


e-x-o-s | egu-mo-ni-na | eimanjjong | evinae | everybodysaychoomtop | exo-ologist | exocruciating | exopains | fabulay | fanserviced | flamingdubu | flamingpuppy | fiftyshades-of-lay | fivefluffyclouds | fivenee | forevershiningshinee | forkkkey | frostmimosa | frostyjonghyun | fuckyeahpuppyjonghyun | fy-winner | fyeahseungri | g-y-u | gdbabeh | gdtopworld | goomiho | greasynam | gwibums | gyuzizis


hambeen | happydooly | haruharuvip | hellchyeahh | herewegobebe | herwhisperisobssession | herwhisperisthe | heyshinee | himchans-hole/hoodlechoodles-hoodleloodle | himdaes | hipthrust | hiswhiskeyisthelucifer | howtotrainyourduizhang | hnngzitao | hoyaegi | huangzitwerk | hunhanology 


i-touched-kais-butt | i-want-to-bangyongguk | ifntdongwoo | ijustwantlayinmybed | iheartdubulge | immortae | indongwoospanties | infiniteinblacknwhite | inourshineeworld | intaoxication | intoxicatedontokki | insideyoungjaepants | itsbap | itstabi-boomshakalaka


jaelli-sarang | jiminparks | jinkclit | jelleu | jinki-bunny | jinki-and-his-bitches | jinkidubu | jinklypuff | jjangah | jjongbling | jonghyungry | jonghyuns-butt | jonghyuns-flat-ass | jonghyunlookslikesexsexsexsex | jonghyunsito | jonghyunar | jongs-juliette | jongkeykiss | jjongbling | jjongroyal | jonginmyass | jonginvskai | jongupisaliferuiner | jongsupsnosedot | jonqfi | juniiorroyal 


kai-kitty | kai-laydoscope | kai-slapped-your-butt-and | key-goon | key-is-my-wife-k | keys-monster | keyroppi | keyeomi | keytude | keys-yeobo | keyvictim | keypur | kibummieslocket | kimkibunny | kimjongsity | kimseokjins | kittyinabarrel | kitty-dino | kreaseimnida | krismebabyonemoretime | krismegently | kwiboons | kwibom


last-oreo | leopets | let-me-bang-yongguk | leejinkitty | letstalkaboutsexo | lil-duckling | littleshinee | lostinexo | lizelo | lordkey | lucyfanart | luda-krease | luhan-is-one-fine-piece-of-china | luludeery | lulusnleos


may-the-block-b-with-you | meltedicecubes | men-in-eyeliner | mincrazy | mingloss | mint-hint | mintyflame | minotasan | minogoo | mintokkies | mintyramen | moonjongups | moonjongupsays | my-dream-boys | mykimjonghyun | myungq | myungsoopermans | myungsues-u | myungfinite | myungthoo | myung-whore | myprivatebeautifulhangover


naeked | naekibum | namdiva | namtae | nipplesxoxo 


obssession-jh | o-ottokaji | officiallydroopingeyebrows | oh-sehun | oh-seshit | ohsoshinee | once-upon-a-tao | onguk | ontopofthebluehill | ot12 | otgay | oncloud-onew | oppas-eyeliner | ohmyhogod | omfgjongdae | parkjiminies | panda-smack | petitchu | pilotinthecherrytree | preciousjongdae | prettaer | poorhongbin | prince-choiminho | pyoetic 


reaper-jongin | r-i-p-my-ovaries | rnmyungsoo | seungripls | sehduction | seoulcty | seoulatte | seoulareclipse | shawolistic | shawolastic | shawolfromthestartandtheheart | shawollet | shawolocket | shawolove | shineefinee | shinee-pinee | shineepineeshinee | shineebabo | shineeislove | shineecstacy | shineeist | shinees-back | shi5nee | shinee-is-areumdawo | slat101 | sleepslessnightwithyou | songmino | songdanah | sooybeans | southkoreans | supemacky | sunfourwer | sungjesus | skhhdnfdld | spaecialconcerns | substantiallysizedbang


tabi-dreamer | tabiisprecious | tabilicious | taekey | taelentedshinee | taemaninmypants | taemaaann | taeramisu | taerection | taehyong | taemdeok | taemanny | taemeow | taemout | taemins-ding-dong | taehyunss | take-me-to-korea | taoismysexybeast | teambgasm | tele-tabi | tea-lairs | thatbigbang | thatrandomgull | the-onion-of-exo | theriotbox | tokki-teeth | the-fapulous-choi-minho | these-5-shine-the-brightest | theselittleshits | tostaeda | totaoyeol | todaeandtomorrow | ttakbam | ughdaesung | uh-infinite-you-duh-sexy | unicornsandgayness | untaolerable 


v-i-p-blackjack | valekim | vipshawoloneofakind | violraptaer | vitaminseokkie | vixxtoobomb | vrotic | vvinnin | vyonce


washingmachine-chen | welcome-to-exo-tao-wn | winner-centric | winner-until-whenever | will-bangyongguk | woosbby | woofinite | woonitized | wu-fart | wufabulous | wuyifanxing


x-or-o-sehun | xehunf | xehunter | xingbaobei | xingblingmi | xiyinq | xxiuwoo | yadoong | yearofwinner | yeollovemebaek | yeolonlyliveonce | yeongwonji | ygcloset | ygjunkie | yg-shall-kickass | ygenie | yghigh | yg-boys | youngbaebae | yonggukology | yongguksfingers | yonggums | yixings-ratchet-unicorn | you-na-mean | youre-that-xx | z-co | zelo

followed on mainblog and sideblog!!

bam-baams | dandyjinyoung | fyeah-marktuan | got7 | got75lives | got7daily | got7even | gots7 | gotsxvn | jinmark | jaebuming | mark-yientuan | markitten | markjestic | markjin | marktherapper | marktuan | marktuan-s | marktuaned | marktuat | marktuon | markyien | ughjacksonwang | yugyeoh 

Tied Up [Part 2]

Sequel to BusinessMan!Derek and CollegeStudent!Stiles

because I’m a slave to Torah’s whims

“Do you often catcall people in suits?” Derek asked, a lot less uptight now that he wasn’t entirely out of his comfort zone in the middle of a park, having been jeered at by a spiky haired college student.

They were now sat in a nice little restaurant of Derek’s choosing, which was a much classier place than Stiles would have brought them considering Stiles frequented a local diner primarily for their curly fries. 

“You’re the first, Suit.” Stiles winked, stretching out in his comfortable chair as he got a feel for the environment. He was glad he dressed up for the date. He was still wearing jeans but he was also sporting a black button down shirt, no tie, although he had considered a bowtie, and he actually did something with his hair instead of letting his bedhead take control.

Derek, however, was wearing another fine pair of dress pants for an even finer ass that he was currently sitting on and keeping out of view. It was a crime, naturally. But most importantly, his light blue button down shirt was topped off with a dark striped tie in a passable half Windsor knot.

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