you seriously have no idea when to shut up

This fucker just seriously doesn’t know when to shut up. He really doesn’t. We’re treated to yet another round of Nick Spencer trying to pretend that it’s totally fine to be having explicitly anti-Nazi superheroes–in this case a fucking holocaust survivor—join up with Hydra.

The Magneto thing is beyond ridiculous. Magneto would agree himself:

But even the fucking idea that “okay, well they were once connected with Nazis but now they’re just fascists ^^ “ like no. Fuck you.

A holocaust survivor would not be cool with the organization that sprang out of the group of people who carried out the genocide of his people and imprisoned him. Jews, we’re the people of collective memory. We’re the people of strong oral tradition who make a point of not fucking forgetting. A patch farhailkt zich un a vort gedenkt zich: a slap heals but a harsh word is remembered. 

This is objectively the highest level of bullshit Marvel could be pulling, and at best it’s to exploit this reaction I and many others are having right now to make a splash. Given Spencer shoving his head further up his ass every day, it’s probably time we start thinking about that “at worst.”

Okay but an AU with the 13 Reasons Why boys having games night (with Taffy and Justlex)...
  • Alex: Why the hell do Jeff and Bryce keep winning? Their cards are rigged or some shit. Who the hell shuffled?
  • Tyler: Of course Bryce is gonna win cards against humanity
  • Monty: I swear Clay and Jeff keep exchanging cards- that's why Clay's in his lap, Jeff can cheat
  • Bryce: Maybe it's just because none of y'all's are funny, Zach and Clay might as well not even be playing
  • Zach: Yeah, well at least we're not relating all our answers to our boyfriends like Justin!
  • Justin: What? Just 'cause I'm gettin' some and you're not?
  • Clay and Jeff: Actually-
  • Tony: Guys! ...
  • Alex: Seriously, Justin?
  • Monty: Yeah, I'm gonna have to agree with Standall here, seriously?
  • Alex: Hey, don't agree with me
  • Justin: Don't agree with him
  • Tyler: Guys-
  • Everyone: Shut up!
  • Tyler: I was just gonna see if anyone wanted the last slice of pizza, but I guess it's mine
  • Clay: It's yours
  • Bryce: Look lets just go another round
  • Alex: Why? So you can kick our asses again
  • Bryce: Yep
  • Justin: I have a better idea
  • *Justin and Alex start making out*
  • Clay: Seriously Justin? Is it necessary for you to do that when we're all right here
  • *Justin gives Clay the finger*
  • Monty: This game sucks
  • *Monty throws his cards across table*
  • Tony: Agreed
  • Jeff: Mmm
  • Tyler: Yeah
  • Monty: I'm going to get a beer
  • Bryce: Fine, bunch of losers
  • *Bryce flips the table*
  • Jeff: Did he just-
  • Clay: *nods* He did
  • Zach: This is why we can't have nice things
Moody Blues

Pairing: Dean x Sister!Reader, Sam x Sister!Reader

Summary: You’re on your period, have an argument with Dean and Sammy tries to save the day.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Not much, talk about periods, grumpy Dean and moody reader, language

A/N: This is written for @dreamin-of-somewhere-else 2000 Followers Writing Challenge. The prompt is bold in the story. Thank you for the fun challenge and for being such a lovely person :)

A/N part two: Huge shout out to @queen-of-deans-booty for being a fantastic beta and helping me with this, and also for being an amazing friend. I love you, Jordan!

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Groaning, you tossed around on your bed. Your hands clenched over your abdomen as cramps went through your body. Your period wasn’t always this bad, usually, it had been quite bearable, but this month was one of the worst.

“Hey,” Dean called from the hallway. “Didn’t you want to cook dinner tonight?”

Again, you groaned, but didn’t move a bit. “Can’t you make some food yourself? You’re a grown man, aren’t you?” you retorted, not at all feeling like getting up. Everything you wanted to do was lay there, covered in your blankets and wait for the pain to subside.

“Wow. Someone’s extra pissy today.” Dean stated, standing in the doorway with his arms crossed in front of his chest. He looked at you, brows furrowed and a mix of annoyance, concern and amusement on his face.

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Part 2

Pairing: EXO Baekhyun X Reader

Genre: Angst kinda and fake fluff

Word Count: 1,270

A/N I’ve decided I’m going to do this in parts. It’s just easier and otherwise it’ll end up pretty long. Requests for part 2?

“Please,” Baekhyun begged.

“No, Baekhyun. The whole idea’s ridiculous,” you snapped. The two of you were sitting on Baekhyun’s double bed in his room, gripping video game controllers with eyes glued to the screen. The pause screen suddenly blared up on the screen. You sighed and turned to face your friend.

Please, Y/N,” he tried again. Baekhyun had proposed the idea of using you as a ‘fake girlfriend’ so he could make some other girl jealous, with an end result of attracting her. The two of you were good friends, but he clearly had no idea quite how much Baekhyun meant to you. In your eyes, he was more than a friend.

“You seriously invited me over to play video games and watch movies to then sugar coat the fact you want me to pose as your girlfriend for some other random girl? I won’t do it. We’re not in some stupid reality show.” You uncrossed your legs and dropped the controller on his bed, standing up.

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Imagine Dean Finding Your Sketchbook...

Word Count: Around 2500

Warnings: None other than fluff :)

Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam

Pairing: Dean x Reader

A/N: This one really ran away from me, it was supposed to be kind of short…but enjoy! Maybe this will appease y’all while I work on the new part of Through the Flames

***This fic is pretty thrown together, I just wanted to give you guys something since it takes me such a long ass time to update

Summary: The reader has a sketchbook full of drawings of Dean. After a hunt, to the reader’s horror and embarrassment, she finds Dean with his nose in her sketchbook.

There was never much privacy in your life with the Winchesters. Every time you turned around one of them was always right there. On most days, that wasn’t a bad thing- especially on hunts. You knew they’d always have your back, that you were never alone. It was comforting really, comforting on those days that you needed someone when everything seemed to go wrong. Sam always had kind words of advice and assurance and Dean wouldn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you. You couldn’t help but love the fact that they were always there.

You also couldn’t help but hate the fact that they were always there. You’d started to develop a kind of sixth sense whenever one of them was nearby, you could just feel them lurking. It was more of Dean than anything, Sam knew enough to let you be.

Dean loved to hover. You decided that this was because he was such a mother hen, but you eventually came to another conclusion. Dean Winchester was sometimes too curious for your liking. You figured that at some point he’d learn his lesson because, as you had pointed out to him more than once- curiosity killed the cat.

As annoying as it could be at times, he wasn’t hurting anyone when he would lean over your shoulder to see what you were watching on Sam’s laptop. The one time he had followed you to yoga class to see where you’d been disappearing to all week wasn’t even that big of a deal either. Despite the fact that he could have just asked you, you dropped it and let him go with nothing more than a whack with your yoga mat.

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request:  can u maybe do one where Y/N has strictly been against marriage since the beginning of her relationship with Harry, but a few years into their relationship, it’s something she really wants because he’s shown her unconditional love. He finds out by overhearing her on the phone with her friend and a couple months later she comes home to an apartment filled with flowers and harry on one knee with a simple ring

hello loves! this request is a long one so I don’t think I need to explain what is in this imagine! keep sending in requests from this writing list or whatever you want! hope you enjoy!

Every part of marriage made Y/N want to crawl into a hole and never come out. The idea of it, creeping into your mind, was enough to make you pull back from any progress you had made in her relationships. The act of actually speaking about marriage made once made you break up with someone. Marriage was not something you had ever pictured.

Growing up, you witnessed a lot of bad relationships. Your earliest memory of your parents constantly fighting was when you were three years old. They had been shouting all day, eventually escalating to them throwing things, which then led to you getting scratched on the face with a broken piece of a vase that was carelessly thrown in your direction. You were sent to the hospital with six stitches on your cheek. Things between your parents just got worse from there, leaving you to fend for yourself when it came to dinner, getting places, even at parent teacher conferences you had to be there to be the buffer for your parents arguing. But they never got a divorce.

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Soaked (pt. 1)

Characters: Finn Bálor x Reader

Word Count: 1,362

Warnings: Language, attacks on the reader’s self-image, a tiny bit of angst, fluff, and a hint of eventual smut

Inspiration: Soaked by Adam Lambert

A/N: Hello hello! First off, a massive thank you to everyone for your patience. It’s not been the easiest time, but every kind word and gesture has reminded yours truly that good still exists. I love you all. 

So, about this fic: let’s be real, the next Sins installment is gonna be largely for the Omega Girls, and I wanted to do a little something for the Bálor Babes. This is just part one…there’s a whole second part of smutty goodness to come. ;)

Anywho, I hope you enjoy it. ^_^

My Bálor Babes (please let me know if I missed tagging you or if you’d like to be tagged): @yourr-anger-your-anchor @motleymoose @georgiadean37 @wweximaginesxd @racheo91 @daddy-slug @blondekel77 @ambrosegirlforever @romanempire19 @fucking-bandsx @boundtomyfate @hoshithehotspur @florenceivy @vsturgeon5489 @thegoddessqueenrileycarter @wwesmutandstuff @devitt-club @anerdysouthernbelle @thebadchic @baratomaya @jenn0755 @sbethell89 @magical419 @lilyruelas @xxmaddhatter39xx @bouttogolinkurbitch @uniquewerewolfsuit @valeonmars @tyferbebe @wwe-rollins-lover @dasexydevitt13 @officialbroski10-blog @weedman-shitz @truirishredhead @heelsamizayn @baloraffe @lunaticfringe216 @mylittlepartofthegalaxy @thefearlessboss @isawthesights @devilsparade @oriona75 @fluffyzombiemia @calwitch @skyfoxx186 @thirstiswet @taryndibiase @fuckingfuckiddyfuckfuck

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I think it’s important to remember not to ship people in real life if it physically MAKES THE UNCOMFORTABLE!!!! yes, sure, go ahead and ship the characters, reddie is freaking adorable. but that DOES NOT give you the right to push Finn and Jack on something that clearly makes them uncomfortable. it doesn’t make them “homophobic” or “afraid to come out”, it makes them A GOD DAMN HUMAN BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT THEY ARE!!! some people just can’t accept that. and that makes me so angry. these people are just kids - maybe they are gay, maybe they are not, but no matter what, they are still figuring themselves out and they have the right not to publicly announce anything personal. just like you have the right to shut your god damn mouth instead of pushing your ideas into these kids heads and then getting angry when JACK DYLAN GRAZER SAYS HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND AND ISN’T WITH FINN?! LIKE WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE?! to everyone that is doing this: grow the hell up and stop it. now.

Family of Fighters pt.2

Originally posted by metal-arms-and-golden-horns

Request:  Can you write one where the teenage reader finds out her parents are hydra? When they leave for work she gets into their office and finds a dangerous file with plans to destroy the avengers tower. She takes it and runs away till she gets to the tower. She’s crying when she gets to the receptionist cause her parents will kill her for what she did. Tony relocates her to the compound since it’s safer and Nat wipes out her identity and helps her with a make over. She finds a family with them.

Pairing: The avengers x reader

Summary:You had finally settled into your new life with the avengers but your past is quickly coming back to haunt you.

Word Count: 2,108

Genre: angst, fluff

Notes: alright this is the second and last part to Family of fighters!  You can read the first part here

“What kind of hit was that?” Bucky asked sarcastically as you strike him again.

You blew your newly shortened hair out of your face and fall back into your defensive position. Bucky strikes like lightning and wraps around you like a snake before throwing you down onto the mat.

“Shit,” you groaned.

“You left yourself open again.” Bucky says while laughing at your response,”Go get water, we’ll pick this back up later.” he says before helping you to stand up.

You have been with the Avengers for months now. After the day you foiled HYDRA’s plan, Tony had moved you and the rest of the avengers to a compound out in the middle of nowhere. It was a large facility, it had enough rooms for all of the avengers and yourself, a training complex and even a large library. Natasha and Bucky had completely erased your existence from the world, the only people that knew of you were those in the avengers, Fury and agent Hill. You were glad they took you in. For the first time since you were a child, you felt like you had a family of your own.

Because you hadn’t finished school yet, Tony had created a program that would teach you all of the things you would be missing from where you were now in high school to graduation so you wouldn’t fall behind. You had spent the most time with Bucky since you had arrived and he had become like a mentor to you. Bucky helped you with combat on most days, sometimes Nat if Bucky was too busy. You were expected to learn how to protect yourself now that you were under their care. They could only do so much so they wanted you to know how to protect yourself if you were ever alone, it was tough but you were glad you were doing it. Even though you knew your parents would have extreme difficulty finding you, it was a constant fear of your’s that you’ll wake up one day to find them standing above you ready to tie up loose ends.

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If I could talk to Viktor

…In chapter 3 of OBSABH, I’d have a few things I’d want to say to that boy grown man. He’s got his head in the clouds and a bit of good Northern straight talking would do him a lot of good. Here goes:

Listen to Yakov. He is wise.

Listen to Chris. He is wise.

“Well he stayed the night and didn’t leave until the morning, that’s something at least”.
Oh just you wait until next time, Viktor…

“Viktor, what were you honestly expecting to come of this?”
Marriage, actually.

“If Yuuri wouldn’t talk to him through words maybe he would listen another way instead”
Well yes, he might, but to be perfectly honest I wouldn’t put money on it.

“This was Yuuri reaching out, offering - if not the hand of friendship - then the hand of good sportsmanship at the least”
About time. I mean, I love that boy but he does behave like a dick sometimes.

”…the little niggling voice in the back of his mind that he usually ignored was screaming at him to think and wonder why exactly Yuuri Katsuki was kissing him in a corridor with no warning or explanation whatsoever.”
Listen to the voice, Viktor. It is wise.

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anonymous asked:

Drabble: you've been talking to Tom on Instagram through DMs and there's obviously chemistry between the two of you and it's very flirty. The two of you find things that remind each other of the other one and send letters back and forth. He finally gets a little break in his schedule and surprises you.

You were a little known actress who was generating some buzz for your solid featured roles. You had a day off from auditions, so you were scrolling through Instagram when you saw a photo your friend Zendaya posted. You liked it and put heart eyes emojis under it. And kept scrolling.

“Awe, Y/N!” Zendaya squealed as she sat in Tom’s trailer. “Huh?” Tom asked looking up from his phone. “Oh nothing. My friend Y/N, who I haven’t talked to in forever just liked my pic.” She smiled and had an idea, “I’ll give her a call.”

You were surprised that she called you, “Hey Z!”,”Hey boo!”

Before you knew it, you two were on Facetime for about 2 hours. “Oh shoot, I have to go they’re calling us back on set!”

“I forgot you’re doing that new Spidey movie!” You remembered. “Yeah, oh here’s Tom.”

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A Couple Minutes- King George III X Reader

request from anon:  no King George? :c Still a great blog though! Keep up the good work! Love your blog

a/n: thank you ???

You felt someone tap your shoulder and you turned around, ready to smile and nod and engage in yet another conversation with either a foreign diplomat, another White House employee, or someone else that was connected to politics in someway.

This was the second inaugural ball you had attended for the night and people were eager to meet you, since you were the White House press secretary for President Washington’s first four year term, and with him winning the election again, his second four year term as well.

You smiled as you saw British Ambassador to the U.S, George Frederick the third - better known to the White House staff as King George the third.

“Mr. Frederick, to what do I owe the pleasure?” You smiled.

“Please, call me George. But since you asked, isn’t this your tenth inaugural ball you’ve attended this evening?” He joked and you laughed.

“It feels like it but the reporters will not be happy if I can’t give them every single detail from every ball.”

“Isn’t that the president’s or the first lady’s job?”

“Would you like to tell them that?"He laughed and shook his head.

"Can I offer you another drink?” He asked as he signaled the bartender and you shook your head.

“Like I said, if I am going to be asked about all ten inaugural balls I am going to have to attend, I need to be fully present here and not have a hangover tomorrow.

"He smiled, ordering another drink.

"It’s for me, don’t worry. The press are going to be asking about the hungover British ambassador tomorrow.”

“Just don’t do anything that’ll make my job harder.”

“Such as flirting with you?”

“Ha! I can see the headline already. White House Press Secretary and British Ambassador: Close Friends or More?”

He smiled charmingly and he took your hand in his.

“I imagine the president wouldn’t be too pleased that they are focusing on his press secretary rather than his foreign policy.”

You pulled your hand away.

“You are quite correct.”

You felt someone tap your shoulder and you looked at the secret service man.

“The president is moving to the third ball of the night, should I arrange transport for you as well?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“Of course." You turned back towards the British Ambassador, only to see that he had left, presumably to go talk with other foreign diplomats. 

 You started walking out of the building before you heard someone call your name.

You turned around and you saw George there, pushing through politicians to get to you.

"So much for not making a scene.” You joked.

“I’m sorry but… can’t the First Lady tell the press how the inaugural balls are- or isn’t there reporters here?” He asked.

“In all honesty, I’m just moral support for the chief of staff, who is currently fighting with the secretary of the treasury. I can’t have them trash talking each other in the press because that would most likely result in the vacancy of two positions or the murder of one and the other in jail. Speaking of, the treasury secretary is motioning me over so I hate to cut this short.” You told him, taking a deep breath and then you made your way over to Alexander Hamilton.

“If you called me over to ask me to help hide Burr’s body, the answer is no." 

"I’ll keep that in mind but seriously? King George?” He made a face, laughing.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You said firmly. 

“You like him!”“Shut up, there are press practically crawling around here.”

“So it’s true?”

“Oh shut up I didn’t tease you when you met Eliza.”

“Yes you did.” Eliza reminded you and you shushed her playfully.

“And here I was hoping you both had forgotten.”

“Hardly. But now that you’re in love-”

“I’m not in love.”

“-we can tease you about it.” He finished, smirking.

“We’ve only talked for a couple minutes.”

“That’s what I told you when I met Eliza, isn’t it? We only talked a couple minutes.”

You stormed into the conference room and you shut the door, glaring at Alex.

Everyone in the meeting was staring at you and Alex looked like he didn’t know what he did to warrant this level of anger.

“Everyone except Hamilton, out.” You said through gritted teeth. Hamilton nodded and dismissed everyone.

Once everyone was out and the door was shut, you turned on him.

“What did I do?” He asked you and you shook your head in disbelief.

“Apparently, Maria Reynolds. And I had to find out from the press.” You shook your head in disbelief.

He paled.


“She came forward to the press. And they bombarded me with questions. I learned that my best friends husband had an affair because of the press. You have a son!” You hissed and he applied pressure to his temple.

“I need to talk to Eliza.”

“Do you want a career in politics when this is over? Because you made a choice by not telling her right away. You have to talk to the press if you want a chance at ever having a career in politics. We would need to start congressional hearings to make sure that you aren’t guilty of embezzlement-  they already found out that you paid her husband so that he wouldn’t tell your wife and you could keep on having sex with her.”

“How can you spin this?”

“You want me to spin the story so she’s the villain?”

“We were just talking for a couple minutes and then-”

“No. I’m not slutshaming her and believe me if I didn’t care at all about my job, I would be slutshaming you. I’m not your friend right now but I could be so much worse of an enemy.”

“And I am one of your superior’s. Spin the story or I want your letter of resignation on my desk by tomorrow. Clear?”


“Good, now go home. I can handle this.”

You stormed angrily out of the conference room and you went over to the British embassy, knocking on George’s door.

George let you in and he watched you sit down on the couch and slump over.

“Bad day?”

“Hamilton- ha! He has the nerve to ask me to spin a story to slutshame someone who probably doesn’t even deserve it!”

He turned on the TV and he changed the channel from the news, which was reporting on the lawn of the Reynold’s home to Doctor Who. 

You rested your head on his shoulder.

“He wants me to spin the story or to quit.”

“What are you leaning towards?” He asked gently.


“We could move to England together. We could have a life together, if you would want that.” He looked at you expectantly and it took you a moment to realize he was actually asking.

You thought of everyone here, everyone you would be leaving behind but for someone that you loved. For someone that loved you. You thought of the president, him urging you to find and sit under your own vine and fig tree. You thought of Angelica, her exclaiming that this is your chance at happiness and she’ll be damned if you don’t take it.

You thought of Alexander and the mess he made.

The mess you needed to clean up, not for Alexander.

No, not for him.

But for Eliza, Maria, Angelica and the President. 

“Not yet." 

The Painful Wait. PART 1 (DarylxReader)

Hi guys! I got really bored and came up with this idea of a short Daryl story.

Y/N and Daryl have been close ever since the group took her in when they found her on a supply run. Daryl is extremely overprotective and when the group is attacked by a herd of walkers one night, Daryl gets on her last nerve when he locks her in a cell and refuses to let her help. They get into a huge fight and both of them say some hurtful things. Daryl goes out on a supply run by himself to clear his head, but takes longer than he said he’d be. Days go by and Y/N is a wreck. She can’t stop thinking about their fight and what could’ve been her possible last words to the man she trusts the most. 

(Set in the hiatus between seasons three and four )

Btw guys, requests are open if any of y'all want to dm me for fanfics/one shots/drabble✌🏼

Warnings- strong language, mentions of parental abuse, walker attacks and killings, kind of dirty thoughts and almost smut? mostly fluff & angst tbh


I woke up. Again. Another night. Another nightmare. Sweat glazes over my brow and my chest is still heaving from the familiar feeling of being drowned. When it all happened… when everyone started to turn, my father didn’t see a way out. He thought it would be better for my sisters and I to die by his hand rather than those of the ‘ungodly undead’. He took me, my little sister Elise and my youngest sister Allie out to the river in our back yard, sat us down and had lunch with us. It was nice. But before I knew it, he had Elise and Allie’s heads under the water. They thrashed and struggled but only for a little while, before their movement halted completely. I was too shocked to move. He looked at me with a glare of madness and despair behind his eyes and lunged towards me. I almost got away the first time around, but he caught my ankle and dragged me backwards. While I was being dragged into the water, I grabbed the bread knife that Dad had brought outside with the rest of the picnic, and as he began to attempt to end my life, I waved the knife around above me in a blind panic until he released my neck and I heard a muffled yelp. I resurfaced and saw my father, helpless and bleeding. The knife had gone straight through his eye socket. 
So, what else could I do but run? I took the bread knife with me for defence against whatever was waiting for me on the outside. 
I lasted a pretty long time by myself. Maybe a year? I don’t know, I lost track of time. But that’s when starvation began to kick in. All the food in the stores had either expired or been stolen. I was the food.
And I sure as hell would’ve been if they hadn’t found me. 
Carl was the first to spot me. It was funny because he was the one who told the others to forget it. Rick and Michonne debated whether they should bring me back to wherever they were going. But amongst all of the debating and arguments, it was Daryl who finally gave in, and quite wisely uttered the words, “fuck it”, taking me in and essentially saving my life.
Ever since, I’ve been part of the family. Carol is like my mom. It’s refreshing, because I don’t remember my real mom all that well. Hershel helped clean me up after they brought me back and has recently been teaching me a load of medical stuff so I can help him out. He struggles, only having a leg and a half. Maggie and Beth support me when I break down. They understand because they’ve lost basically all of their family too. Rick taught me how to shoot and asked me the three all important questions. And Daryl? Daryl and I have been inseparable since.
Anyway, back to now.
Tears stream down my face and I try to get my heart rate back to its regular steady beat. Suddenly, I feel a presence at the door of my cell. It’s Beth, and a wave of comfort washes over me because I know she understands. She gets the nightmares too, you see. About her mom and the rest of her family.

“Hey… Hey, you’re alright…” She coos as she takes a seat on my bunk.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” I ask, wiping away my tears.

“I was already awake and then I heard you, thought I could be of some help. Even though…” she trails off.

“What?” My eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“I know who you really want here.” Beth smirks.

I roll my eyes and giggle a little, as I know exactly what she means. Beth has this fantastical theory that Daryl and I have feelings for each other. I mean, she’s not completely wrong. I’ve developed some feelings for Daryl, being around him 24/7. I haven’t told anyone, not even Beth.

“Shut up, you’re delusional.” I giggle.

“I can go get him if you like? In all seriousness. I know how close you two are and he might do a better job than me.” She offers.

I dwell on the idea for a moment, but I’m soon to deny Beth’s offer when I consider that Daryl had a long day and needs his sleep too. He and Rick barely made it back today.

“No… no, I’ll be okay, it’s unfair on him if he gets woken up because of me. I can’t constantly expect him to wait on me hand and foot every time I have a bad dream. Ain’t right. I’ll just go back to sleep, I’m pretty spent. Thanks anyway, I appreciate it.“ I smile politely.

She returns the smile and begins to walk away, but halts at the door and turns around.

“He likes you, you know. I see the way he looks at you. Haven’t seen anyone look at anybody like that since my Mama was alive. You should seriously talk to him.”


“Please don’t deny it anymore, Y/N. I can see straight through the both of you.” She smirks and walks away. I fall back, my head hitting the cold pillow and I let out a long, exasperated sigh.


The next morning, I take a stroll around, grabbing some water and saying my hello’s to Carol, Maggie, Hershel and Glenn, who are all sitting around a table, taking a break.

“Mornin’ guys.” I yawn.

“You mean afternoon,” Hershel chuckles.

“Honey, mornin’ came and went.” Carol laughs sweetly.

“No sleep?” Glenn asks.

“Not a whole lot, Glenny boy.” I reply, rubbing my eyes.

Maggie laughs at my nickname for her lover and rests her head on his shoulder. Rick walks in, sweating and panting, laughing at god knows what. Probably something Michonne said. If Beth is expecting romance, she should expect it from those two, not Daryl and myself.

“Ah look, the dead has decided to rise.” Rick jokes.

“Nothing new there, then.” I retort.

“Well since you’re finally awake, you can go help Daryl keep watch.” The sound of Daryl’s name lifts my spirits up and a smile graces over my face.

“Gun?” I request.

“Tower.” Rick replies. I nod and follow his order, making my way over to the tower.

I reach the top after climbing countless stairs and see Daryl watching over the prison with his crossbow, pacing and waiting for someone- or something- to even try to make an attempt on us.

“Hey Hawkeye, you miss me?” I say, causing him to jump at first, but his tensed-up posture eases at the sound of my voice.

“You’re awake, thought I’d never see the day.” Daryl smirks.

“Shut your face, Dixon,” I laugh. “Barely got any sleep last night.”

“What? Why?”

“Oh, it’s nothing. Just another nightmare.” I tell him, knowing exactly what’s coming.

“Why didn’t you come and get me? Or at least come into my cell?” There it is.

“Daryl, you had a rough day yesterday and I wasn’t going to be selfish and wake you up.” I sigh.

“I don’t care, you know I give more shits about you than I do about me and-”

“Daryl!” I cut him off. “I’ll wake you up in future, but you barely made it back alive yesterday. You needed as much rest as possible. Plus, Beth was there, she spoke to me a little and then I went back to sleep, it’s no big deal.”

“I just worry about you, y'know?” Daryl sighs, looking at the ground and awkwardly shuffling his feet.

“And I’m so glad that I have you around.” I step towards him and lift his chin so his eyes meet mine. “But I’m a big girl and I can handle myself. Lord knows I did for a year. You just need to relax a little bit when it comes to me, alright?”

“Yeah, alright. I’m sorry.” He smiles lightly.

We stay stood in that very spot for what seems like endless moments.

Make a move, damnit! Make a move!

“Goddamn it, just bang already!” Beth’s voice yells up to us, breaking our concentration.

I clear my throat and step back, pussying out once again.

“So… Seen anything interesting?” I ask, hoping to God that he doesn’t dwell on Beth’s comments.

“Aside from you? Not a whole lot,” he laughs.

What the fuck, was that flirting? Did he just… don’t overthink it, idiot. It was probably nothing.

“You flatter me, Daryl Dixon, you really do.” I smile gently as a lean against the balcony next to my shotgun.

Daryl continues to look over the yards, watching the fences with his crossbow at the ready. Seeing him like this, so protective and strong… let’s just say I don’t have the cleanest of thoughts. His arms tense every single time he sees movement, making me bite my lip just to control myself from audibly groaning. I can only imagine it would feel to kiss him. How we’d start off slow, then really get into it. How I’d jump up and wrap my legs around his waist and he’d push me up against the wall and move his lips to my neck… sucking, biting as I entangle my fingers in his hair and tug on it because I’m so ridiculously turned on and he’d moan into the kiss… Oh my God, what am I doing? I hate to say it, but Beth’s right. I need to talk to him, because this ain’t healthy in the slightest.

“Hey Daryl?” I say.

“Yeah Darlin’?” He responds.

“Y'ever think about stuff?” I ask.

“I think about a lot of stuff, sugar. Gonna have to elaborate.” He replies, his eyes still locked on the ground.

“Just… I don’t know. Ignore me.” I chuckle.

Suddenly intrigued, Daryl turns his head towards me, a smirk ghosting across his lips.

“Come on now, you know I can’t ignore you if I tried.”

“Stuff like finding peace and whatever. Imagine what it’d be like to be finally happy with where you’re at. Like Glenn and Maggie. They’re happy.” I sigh, looking at the floor and twiddling my thumbs.

“You mean settlin’ down?” I look up and Daryl’s directly in front of me.

“Yeah. Somethin’ like that.” I grin.

Daryl and I patrol the tower for a few more hours, laughing, joking and talking about everything and nothing at the same time until Carl and Beth come to takeover.

Later on, in the evening, I take a book from the library and take it back to my cell, light some candles that Glenn bought back on a run, climb up to the top bunk and relax. I attempt to get comfortable, but the knots in my shoulders prevent me from such a luxury. I rub them slightly and hiss at the aching, just as Daryl walks past my door.

“You good?” He asks, clearly concerned.

“Yeah, it’s just my back, it’s killing me.” I groan.

Daryl wanders into my cell and jumps up onto the top bunk next to me.

“Turn around,” he instructs.

I do as he says and face away from him, taking a deep breath in, trying to stop myself from feeling so damn tense. All of the stress flies away when his calloused hands firmly rub my back and shoulders. I hum in satisfaction and euphoria, my muscles easing under his blissful touch.

“Fuck, that feels good,” I breathe out.

“The least I can do, sugar.” He chuckles.

Amidst the calming aroma of the candles and my mind finally calming itself down, I feel my hair being moved from over my left shoulder to down my back, followed by long, lingering kisses on the side of my neck.

“Daryl…” I moan in a whisper.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Daryl mumbles. “You’re all I think about, darlin’… you’re all I want.” He seductively whispers.

“Oh, fuck it.” I groan, turning around and slamming my lips into his, grabbing at his vest and tearing it off of his torso like a kid opening a gift on Christmas morning.

“God, I need you,” Daryl moans while his hands roam around my body. “We need to be quiet. That is, if you really want this?” He asks, breaking the feverish kiss momentarily to double check that I’m ready and sure.

I brush his hair out of his eyes, and kiss his forehead. “I literally don’t want anything else.”

Daryl’s lips find their way back to mine, and his hands rest at the small of my back, pulling me even closer to him as I straddle his lap.

However, the moment the tips of my fingers reach his belt buckle and he gets my shirt half way up my body, when we hear distressed yelling from downstairs.

“You hear that?” I ask worriedly.

“Walkers! Everyone! Walkers! There’s too many! They broke through!” Carl’s voice echoes through the halls, troubling everyone. The sound of rushing and panic already rings through the prison.
Daryl and I spring into action, leaping off of the top bunk and re-clothing. I blow out the candles and grab my gun, but to my dismay, I hear the dreaded sound of a lock and key. I spin around to see that Daryl has locked me in my cell, leaving me completely helpless.

“Daryl? Daryl, what the fuck! Let me out!” I shout after running up to the cell door and grabbing onto the bars.

“I ain’t risking you getting hurt, Y/N. You’re staying here, end of discussion.” He orders.

“Bullshit! Let me out right now, you son of a bitch!” I yell, shaking the door.

“You need to be quiet!” He snarls through gritted teeth.

“Daryl don’t do this… either you let me out or you stay in here with me. It’s both of us out there or neither. I can’t lose you.” I begin to sob.

“I have to go…” he murmurs, puts my cell’s key in his pocket and runs off to fight.

“Daryl! Daryl, stop! Fuck!” I scream, falling to my knees.

And that’s it. I’m alone. All alone. Not for long though, as I hear the horrifically familiar sound of the throaty moans of Walkers. I immediately rush to my gun and start shooting at the floor below, hitting every Walker that manages to make its way past the threshold. However, even though I manage to kill multiples of them, I run out of rounds and the shots have attracted many more towards me. With nothing sharp or long enough to do enough damage to the brain in my cell, I have no choice but to sit away from the barred door and press my back to the wall as the bloodthirsty undead reach hungrily for my uninfected flesh. I can’t even try to be brave, as if I get close to them, one of them could scratch me and that would be it for little old me.
Moments later, the growling and grunting comes to a sudden halt. I look up from my huddled form to find Rick kicking bodies away from my cell.

“The hell are you doin’ in here!?” Rick yells. Rage sets in as I remember the very reason I’ve been stuck in this god forsaken room while my family risked their lives.

“Ask fucking Daryl, he’s the one who locked me in!” I bellow.

“Goddamn it… where’s the key?”

“Daryl put it in his pocket.” I grumble, sitting on the bottom bunk, attempting to calm myself down so I don’t beat Daryl’s ass when I see him. After a few moments, I hear a key enter the lock of my cell door and anger takes over again until I realise that its in fact Maggie and not Daryl.

“Maggie, are you alright? Is everyone okay?” My rage is blindsided my frantic worry and panic.

“We all made it, we’re okay. Sasha got a little winded, but she’s good,” Maggie finally gets the door open. “Now, before you do anything rash-”

I cut her off mid-sentence by pushing past her and rushing to Daryl to have some damn words.

I spot him walking back up to the building with Glenn, and once more, my temper sets off, causing me to run at him with everything I have. I almost get to him before Rick and Michonne hold me back, preventing me from doing any damage.

“You fucker! How fucking could you!? You asshole, you made me sit and wait while everyone else could’ve been dying!” I shriek.

“I was protecting you!” He yells back in defence.

“Protecting me!? I don’t give a damn about me!”

“But I do!” Daryl cries out, my anger subsiding for a moment.

“Let me go.” I whisper to Michonne and Rick.

“You sure?” Rick asks.

“Do we need to stay close so you don’t go bat shit again?” Michonne offers. Normally I’d laugh, but she’s right.

“No. I won’t hurt him, we just need to talk.” I sigh.

The others begin to walk away, and I swear I hear Glenn make a remark wishing Daryl luck.

“What… what the fuck was that?” My voice is shaky because I’m trying so hard to keep back my frustration.

“I wasn’t about to let you get hurt, damn it!” Daryl exclaims.

“Not fucking cool, Dixon. I had every right to be out here with the rest of you, but you forced me to wait. I’m so sick of you being so damn overprotective. It’s suffocating.”

“Maybe if you weren’t so fucking reckless, I wouldn’t need to be!” He argues.

“Reckless? Are you fucking kidding me? Honestly, Daryl? I care about you, but sometimes I want to fucking shoot you.” I growl.

“Yeah? Do it. Go for it, tough guy.”

“Screw you, Dixon.” I hold back tears, both angry and heartbroken.

“You’re a damn child, y'know that? Juvenile, even.”

“Go to hell, asshole.” I scoff and storm back to the prison.

When I reach the doors, Beth is the first to rush over to me. I’d say Beth is my best friend. I love all of these guys with everything I have, but Beth is truly like my little sister.

“What happened?” Beth queries, obviously worried.

“I don’t… I can’t… please don’t make me talk about it,” I sob.

“Come on, let’s go to my room, you can stay in there tonight.” Beth kindly offers, followed by my appreciative acceptance.

The following morning, I get up early and help Hershel clean up some left over group members with some head wounds and some infected cuts, only after he asks if I’m okay. I just simply nod and tell him I’m over it, which is clearly a lie, but I can see that he doesn’t want to intrude.
When we’re finished up, I ask Rick if I can help out in anyway, but he just tells me to relax because ‘he’s never seen me so unhinged’. Mr Grimes ain’t one for sugar coating.
I return to my cell and pick up the book I fetched from the library last night and continue from where I stopped. And to think I stopped because of something that could’ve completely changed the course of today. My mind wanders back to last night, reminiscing about how his hands felt like electricity on my skin, how his lips were perfectly moulded to fit with mine, how warm he was… how safe he made me feel.
Carol appears at my doorway with a sweet smile and a cup of water in her hand.

“How ya doin’?” She asks and hands me the water.

“I’m alright, I guess. Just feelin’ kinda shitty after the whole thing with me and Daryl last night. Feel kinda bad about what I said to him. Told him to go hell.” I say, almost ashamed of myself.

“Sweetheart, if I know you and Daryl, and believe me I do, you’ll be just fine. You must’ve had good reason to say those things. And plus, he’ll get over it. It is Daryl after all. The man can’t hold a grudge.” She laughs.

“I guess so. I should probably talk to him, shouldn’t I?” I sigh.

“Damn straight. He’ll be back later, I’ll tell everyone to give you some alone time.”

“Wait… he’ll be back? Where did he go?” I ask.

“He went on a supply run. Said he needed to clear his thoughts.” Carol answers.

“Who’s he with?”

“He went by himself.”

The words echo through my mind like a train in a tunnel. How could anyone let him go by himself? Especially when he’s in this kind of state?

“I need to go out and find him. He can’t be alone right now, anything could happen, I have to go-”

“Y/N, calm down! Daryl is perfectly capable of handling himself. He’ll back back real soon. I promise.”

A part of me wants to believe Carol, it really does.
But the logical side of me doesn’t believe a damn word.

cakeicing99  asked:

May I request a drabble about Ernest coming to Lucien to talk about his crush? Maybe even Lucien offering to gove Ernest a makeover

“Stop fucking moving.”

“Stop fucking poking my eye!”

“I let you poke my wrist with a needle for like an hour, shut up, wimp.”

Ernest lets out a long, drawn out groan, but keeps the rest of his face mostly still. Each time he moves Lucien kicks him just so he has some sense of consequence. “This was a stupid idea, I already regret it. How long have you been doing this.”

“Two minutes.” He can practically hear Lucien roll his eyes. “And you’re the one who asked for help because your face is a mess of puberty gone wrong–”


“–and I have leftover shit from when me and Amanda were hanging out. Also shut up, I’ll have to redo your entire fucking eye at this rate.”

He kicks his legs back and forth for lack of anything better to do. Seriously, having to just sit here with his eyes closed and not do anything or even move while his buddy pokes and prods at his face? Would rather be spending time with Hugo. And that’s saying something.

“You’re the one who wanted to go talk to Carmensita today,” Lucien says, and the teasing edge to his voice on the girl’s name makes Ernest’s leg fly out to kick his knee. His hand doesn’t even shake on his face, likely expecting the move, and he laughs.

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My take on SnB:Vs Episode 14, another long trash post from yours truly. Damn I should make ‘My take’ a thing now! LONG. SUPER LONG since I’m ChariNina trash

WARNING: This post is very long and includes rants as well. Read at your own risk.

First I would like to finally say the words I’ve been meaning to shout to all yall, anti or not.


That was good, that was reeeeaaaaaal good. WHAT? STILL DON’T BELIVE ME YOU PIECE OF- beautiful human flesh THEN LEMME POINT OUT HOW AND BRUH THIS IS GONNA BE LONG.

First up, my harto. I was stabbed multiple times because of that new opening and no it’s not because I have a raging cold that I feel like something is stabbing my heart I legit felt that. Like bro look at this.

LOOK AT IT. (Apologies for the low-quality screenshots, I couldn’t help myself since I hadn’t downloaded it online and was streaming it so yeah)

You know it’s legit when they’re the first ones in the OP but wait there’s more! (You clearly know this is gonna be pure ChariNina with a little bit of something something but still mainly ChariNina)

Okay time out, let’s appreciate the Chari fan service since people were complaining that they were making Nina fan service now.

I certainly am not complaining though,

Okay back on track, things I like to point out during this episode (basically all the ChariNina in this episode) and starting with the OP.

Okay fine since I like this I’ll- OH WAIT OH MY GOB THAT’S LUCIFER. BABY!!! I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU FOR 1 SEASON AND A HALF NOW OMG YOU STILL LOOKING FINE. Oh hey Azazel you’re looking okay too. You both look fine as hell though… quite literally huehuehuehue

Okay back to the OP, it was siiiiick. Some people said they didn’t like it compared to the 1st OP but this one was sick and intense like the first one, sure a little different, more on green less on red but it’s amazing for me. What I do want to point out are these.

Me while watching: GO NINA, RUN TO YO MAN!

Still me: *quiet*

Still me: *gasp*


Okay now to the episode, I’m sure most of you have seen it so I’m not gonna make story tell cause yall are here to see this trash of a post so you know how it goes, but still here; cute Nina coming home scene which is cute.

Yep, cute. Also, Nina is flexible af

Okay now were moving to the moment where all of us were either too focused and in it to fangirl or were fangirling because of everything that has been said.

Second up, OMG.

Me while watching this: Nina you better say yes.

SHE SAID YES OMG!!! I made it sound like she said yes to Chari proposing to her… that could be arranged though…

Me: *starts to fangirl*

Me: *Fangirls even more*





Me: *insert lenny face here* (This galaxy is beautiful btw, props to the art in BahaSoul this is legit beautiful)

Me: Hihihihihihihihi. Huehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehue. I am pointing out again to the people who thought Nina’s heart was broken after she found out Chari was the King in the previous eps please go and suck on this.


Me: *pauses*

Me: Naw Nina you don’t mean that girl… I mean you hated what he did as King, not as Chari!

Me: I know Nina… well I don’t know but what I would want is for you to get together.

Me: SEE NINA?! THANK YOU FOR GETTING MY POINT. YOU DON’T HATE HIM, YOU JUST DIDN’T LIKE WHAT HE DID! (Let’s appreciate the triple A writing here like this is some emotional sht right here)

Me answering for Nina and the fandom: YES.

I just want to point out how I said before that Nina wasn’t broken. Sure she felt hurt and this proves it now but she’s mostly confused and is in a state of wonder as to why he did all these things and how she should feel towards a person she loves but is doing all of these things to the other races. This is like Romeo and Juliet yknow. *end of serious*


Okay I just wanna point these out. The last images of Nina’s flashback to Chari was when Chari was smiling at her, and the last one was with his disguise as Chris. I feel as though this symbolizes that she didn’t fall in love with a king but in fact a person; a kind and great guy as she describes herself.

I mean look at this.





Ehem, anyway. I like what Jeanne is pointing out here.

(Jeanne really is literally the fandom in this right now)

Me: IT AINT A MAYBE JEANNE IT IS REAL! But seriously this is some good sht right here like dang, wow. This speaks to a whole other level, this can be applied in the real world.

Some of you maybe pointing out ‘but Jeanne doesn’t know who she likes and if she does she will definitely say no to this!’ My gob you antis never really shut up huh?

Do you really think Jeanne doesn’t have an idea of who this person may be when 1.) she saw how the king interacted with Nina back at the prison and 2.) she was literally there when Nina fought as a dragon to save her! She saw how Nina didn’t bite off Chari’s head when he came near her and it would be impossible for her not to see how she de-transformed into a human and he carefully caught her because she was fkng there and watching!

And if she really doesn’t know who this person Nina likes do you think she’ll hinder Nina from finding her happiness when the girl who was a complete stranger to her decided to be kind and help her? Nina could’ve left her but she didn’t and that’s because that’s who Nina is. Do you really think Jeanne would be selfish enough to try hinder Nina’s feeling for Charioce? Do you really think Jeanne would be the type of person who would tell Nina she can’t love him because he’s a bad guy?

Gob if you think so then you really don’t know who Jeanne D’Arc is and is just trying to make a way to break of Charioce and Nina.

Jeanne isn’t selfish enough to try and separate Nina from Charioce because of what he’s done. She might ask Nina if she’s sure with this and if Nina answers yes then she’ll support her, if Nina answers she doesn’t know then Jeanne will help her. Jeanne won’t stop Nina from loving who she wants and I want to make that perfectly clear not unless the creators suddenly decided to make Jeanne a dck which is highly not possible.

Okay moving on.

Here we have Nina contemplating on life rn. Don’t worry Nina baby we feel you.

You know something else I really liked this episode? Mama Dragon, I mean she’s not a dragon but Imma call her Mama Dragon. Mama Dragon is so nice and lovely and I feel bad because she lost her hubby, now I see where Nina gets her charms!

Also, thank you Mappa for giving us a legit mom and not some hot super model mother who looks the same age as her daughter. Very nice.

Mama Jeanne and Mama Dragon mom time. This is legit probs the only time Jeanne has ever cried her feelings out, leave it to a mom to comfort another mom.

Overall, I am very happy with how this episode turned out. We go an insight of Nina’s feelings and saw how she’s coping with the info she got. This gives a new depth to Nina since people just see her as an overly optimistic person but just because she’s optimistic doesn’t mean she doesn’t have trouble too. Now I’m happy most especially about badass granny dragon! Like look at her! She’s so cool!

Ah 2017 has been a good year for romance. Not for me though but ChariNina’s romance is enough to make me feel happy for love.

I was gonna add my ED thoughts in here too but that would be a liiiiitttttlle to much for one post (as 2k words isn’t already ‘too much’) so if you’re interested you can go ahead and see that too!

Well this ends another long a** post and yes, this is canon now, you just saw the proof.

I hope you enjoyed my thoughts, I aint here to cause arguments and those anti anti things are just forms of expressions so don’t take this too seriously and attack me, although I would like to hear your thoughts my intention is not to cause fights but to fangirl and give my honest opinions.

Feel free to reblog and comment and have a ChariNina filled life!

anonymous asked:

#knowyouraudience????? Like Sarah J Trash did when she and people like you promote hideous books to impressionable teenagers. You're all a joke.

[I try not to feed the trolls but this was a gift.]
Clearly, you’ve never been to my blog. Where I consistently and constructively criticize these books. In case no one ever explained it to you, it’s constructive criticism that gets heard and makes real changes. Not anonymous just-because-I-can hate.

“Like Sarah J Trash did when she and people like you promote hideous books to impressionable teenagers.”

Sorry, but have you ever been on the internet? Or turned on a TV? Or seen a movie? Or gone to Disney World/Land? Or seen a Disney princess movie? Or the cover of a magazine? Or watched a commercial? Or talked through the toy or clothing section of a Target or Walmart? Or sat in a high school classroom? Y/A books are the LEAST of your worries for “impressionable teenagers” of the world. (I could go for days in this topic on this.)

ALSO. DON’T BELITTLE TEENAGERS! Nothing is more annoying than old people, or “older” people, who think that teenagers (or people who are younger than them) are lesser, or somehow not capable of thinking for themselves. Being a teenager is ALL ABOUT learning to think for yourself. Teenagers are not idiots. Sure, at that age, hormones can get the best of you, and peer pressure is a dick—but teenagers are smart, and feeling, and brilliant, and artistic, and thinking about the world and life and what it all means and how we mediate it. And we have teenagers to thank for changing how we think about gender and sexuality. Sure adults helped, but it was these “impressionable teenagers” you’re so worried about who refused to back down and shut up when no one was listening to the problems they (very uniquely) could see.

“You’re all a joke.”
No seriously. You’re the joke because you left this comment anonymously. And your didn’t even #KnowYourAudience. And then you belittled teenagers as if we shouldn’t allow them to be exposed to differing ideas, and decide for themselves, to agree or disagree or fall somewhere in between, or to form their own opinions.

Come on.

Sleep in my sweater P7

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Pairing: Sam x reader
Characters: Sam, Dean, nurses, reader
Warnings: light swearing, angst, fluff, hurt!sam, hurt!reader, mention of drugs
Word count: around 1,000
Summary: After kissing Sam, the reader finds out it might not have been what he actually wanted. 
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don’t let anyone tell you that you’re too old for stickers, glitter glue, crayons, really anything you’d find in the “kids’ craft” section

I got a few packs of Silly art supplies and honestly? I’ve had a blast finding applications for them. I firmly believe that being in an artistic rut is the perfect moment to play with anything in your “bottom of the bin” art supplies.

The majority of my experimental stuff works out so well (as far as me being pleased at least) is a result of weird textures from drying pens, blobby paint, markers that blend oddly, smudgy ballpoints… Revel in that.

I mean if you need a prime example, look at how far coloring books have come. They’ve gone from cheap, free-stock-image As Seen on TV schemes (a la Colorama) into gorgeous stencils upon which to lay your own ideas into. Stamps and shrinky-dinks are coming along similarly. It’s merely a change in marketing and price ranges when a fad comes along.

tl;dr have some shame-free friggin’ fun 

His Watch Dog (Loki x Reader) Part Four:

Originally posted by alyssastz

Note: Flirting, Cliffhangers! Cliffhangers everywhere!

Words: 1000

After quickly getting patched up in the medical bay I immediately stormed down to Loki’s cell as I crossed my arms. “How in the hell do you do that?” I demanded in a stern tone. Loki looked up from the novel he was reading as he quirked an eyebrow like he didn’t know what I was talking about. “Don’t play dumb.” I gritted out angrily. “As much as I love guessing games I have no idea what in the world you are going on about.” He counters snapping the book shut. “You seriously don’t know?” I asked. “It appears that way.” He held a cold grin on his face as I stepped back. “I froze Catwoman. How?” I asked as he shrugs.

“How in the name of the Norse Gods would I know.” He said standing up. “You think I can just read your mind or something?” He rolled his eyes. “Of course you do. You’re mortal.” He sighed when my fist landed against the glass as he looked at me. “Just because I’m mortal doesn’t mean shit. Ice literally came out of my hands. That’s not normal, Alright? I mean you are the only frost giant that can do that. So of course I would immediately assume you had something to do with it.” I countered when he leaned down. “Assuming isn’t facts my dear. Don’t assume things about me. Why would I do anything? If you are killed I may no longer have those dreams.” He smirks.

“Wow that’s messed up.” I huff. “Well do you not desire to rid yourself of this dream… or do you want them to become true?” He asked tilting his head with a small chuckle. “If you open the door I can make that dream become a reality.” He whispered as my hand trembled, tempting to actually unlock the door when I lifted up my hand and flipped him off. “Use your hand asshole.” I said before going up the steps towards the other room so I didn’t have to hear his annoying voice. I sat down before feeling this burning heat pricking under my skin as I gritted my teeth when the door opens. “Lady (Y/N)?” Thor’s voice asked as I stood up looking out to see him.

“Thor, did you finally find a container for him?” I asked in hope. “I am afraid not. I need to speak to my brother… Alone.” He said as I frowned before shrugging. “Have fun with that. He’s a real hoot.” I roll my eyes before walking out of the small room towards the door. “I will tell you when you can come back in. Please go eat or something while you wait.” He nods as I salute him. “Hot shower here I come.” I grin as he chuckles before holding open the door for me as I walked out. “Hey, good luck.” I spoke softly as he chuckles patting my shoulder gently when he give me one last nod. “Nothing I am not use to my Lady.” He said before the door shuts gently.

Thor turned to Loki who was sitting on the bed fiddling with the novel, trying to read, but he was unable to because of the silence. “What do you want?” Loki asked angrily slamming his book down onto the bed. “I have told the healers about your dreams in hope they may know how to stop it. Yet they gave me no information on how to help.” Thor sighed when Loki crossed his arms. “I have a feeling I know why these dreams are occurring.” Loki whispered looking away from Thor with a confused expression causing Thor to frown. “What is it dear brother? What do you think is causing the dreams?” Thor asked stepping closer to the container.

Loki remained silence, unsure if he should share the news with Thor as he ran his fingers through his hair gently. “Forget about it Thor. Just keep trying to get the healers to end this madness.” Loki tried negotiating the conversation as Thor’s frowned deepened. “Dear brother if you know what might be causing it you have to tell me!” He exclaims throwing his arms out, gesturing for Loki to tell him. “I said forget about it!” Loki countered angrily standing up. “But Loki–” Thor was cut off. “I AM LED TO BELIEVE THAT (Y/N) IS POSSIBLY ANOTHER FROST GIANT!!” Loki exclaims as the room went silence as Thor’s eyes widened in shock at the claim.

“How-How are you sure?” Thor asked shaking his head as he looks to Loki for an explanation. “Because I read that Frost Giants had dreams, images of their mates… I thought it was a coincidence that I’d dream about her. Yet today she has informed me that she has frozen some… Catwoman?” Loki asked as Thor stepped back looking at him. “Are you serious?” Thor demanded as Loki rolled his eyes. “She thought it was me, I have not done a thing!” Lok exclaims throwing his hands up.”Alright, alright. I shall return.” Thor said walking out shaking his head before immediately traveling to (Y/N)’s room when he stepped off the elevator.

“Thor? Is that you?” I asked coming out of the kitchen with a hot pocket in my hand. “Hey.” I smile to him when he comes over to me. “Lady (Y/N) I need to ask you a favor.” He said as I nod noticing his worried demeanor. “Of course Thor, what is it?” I asked thinking it would be something silly. “I need you to stay away from my brother.” He said as my eyes widened for a moment. “Um… May I ask why?” I said when he ceased my shoulder causing me to jerk. “Please do as I say. This is a warning to stay away. He cannot see you, nor you to him.” Thor said before he walked back to the elevator as I stood in utter shock, unsure of what the hell to do.:

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