#could juat be me though

[bimyself06]

I personally believe that Briar Beuty and Raven Queen should have become the best of friends after the Thronecoming fiasco. Raven knows to an extent how Briar feels, I mean we don't even know if the people trapped in the mirror prison can die while in there or if they are forever trapped, and now that Briar has expressedly voiced her thoughts on following your destiny and signing the book I think that Raven would have understood her point of view.

[actual-corpse]

きみとそらをとぶ　/ feat. 初音ミク & 巡音ルカ

Y'all... why does this give me intense nostalgia for a time I know I can never get back to?

Like... That's THE Pokémon song! The one you hear at the end of your journey. The one that makes you wanna go back to your mom and show her your Pokémon badges.

I really do love Pokémon lol. I love the games even though I hate battling. I'm actually in the process of trying to complete my Pokedex in Let's Go! Eevee, before I build my dream team for the Elite Four. I love my Eevee, I named her after my cat (as you do).

Idk... I'm tired, and in pain, and in my feelings about this song.

[kerosene-saint]

just learning there may be a chance I have dyslexia and just never knew

[revelboo]

Okay well, I juat sat up all night to read your Star x reader x Soundwave x reader fic and now MY HEART HURTS from the last chapter so far. A large part of Mr is desperately hoping that Starscream and Soundwave sparkbond fully to their little human and find comfort together for all three of them, because this is painful, in a good way.

They have to get through the drama first. Normally I’ve got a word constraint of around 70-80k to work within so I wouldn’t have time to properly work out a reverse harem with characters so at odds with each other. They’d need to be at least established to get along to keep the story on track- brothers/friends. No such issue here. They don’t like each other at all and I can take my time getting them at least to a grudging understanding and tolerance of each other

Everything is Alright Pt 84

IDW Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, Megatron x Reader

• Hearing Starscream tiredly venting, you wonder if this is a mistake. You’re pretty sure he thinks it is, that trusting Soundwave is only going to hurt you. Again. But you want to believe that he really did think he was doing the right thing, that he believed there really was no other way forward. How much of that is just you wanting to believe everything is alright, though? That he’d done this because he had to, not out of cruelty or to manipulate Starscream. Wish you could get into his head again to see the truth there, but considering that had only happened the one time while he was inside you, there’s no way to ask him to have sex with you just to see if he’s lying. “So, Megatron. How do we deal with him?” You ask.

• “There’s no dealing with him. He’s unpredictable at best,” Starscream mutters, sliding a servo between your shoulder blades as he glowers at Soundwave. His presence tarnishing the pleasant hum left over from bonding. “As long as he finds it amusing to toy with you to get at me, you’re, well, not safe, but safer.” Because you mean nothing to the warlord beyond a temporary amusement. As long as he makes it abundantly, theatrically, clear how much he hates Megatron being around you, that should keep him interested in keeping you around. It’s too much to hope that he’ll just return you once he grows bored of his game. Too dangerous to assume he won’t discard you or break you out of spite.

• Tension still humming through him, but easing with every word, Soundwave wishes he could hold you. With how the Seeker is glowering at him, all cold hatred, that’s not going to be tolerated. “Talk to him,” he suggests, seeing the Seeker’s wings twitch upward in affront. Because he’s caught glimpses of Megatron’s mind despite himself. Knows how tired of the fighting and the betrayals he is. That he doesn’t really trust anyone anymore, not even Soundwave. Not completely. So used to putting down schemes, that he assumes there is one behind every smile, every word. But you befriended Starscream, maybe because you’re only human. Only an organic and no threat to him. If so, you can do it again with Megatron maybe. If you’re more than just a pawn to use and throw away, your survival odds are much higher.

• It’s pretty much what you’d already decided to do, but you nod slowly. Feeling better that Soundwave had the same thought. Because you’re not even a person to Megatron right now. He sees an organic, but not you. And you need him to see you, to understand that Star isn’t a threat. At least, you hope not. You’d seen his plots, his desire to usurp Megatron while you’d been bonded to him. His fear that the cause is doomed under Megatron’s tired leadership. Is he still playing that game? Tangled in him, it was impossible to tell past from present, all aspects of him blended together and inseparable. Looking up at him, you wonder if he’s still driven by that ambition, by the belief that his way is the only way forward. No matter what.

• Hates that trust of yours even as it’s what drew him in, because you want this to all be okay and Starscream knows that’s impossible. His spark still aches with you, knows you’d be happy with him as he is now. That you have no desire for machinations. But they’re necessary. Especially now. Megaton’s a threat to you and him. Soundwave is a threat. The only way to ever be safe is to sit on that throne, to seize control. With you at his side to temper him. To be his conscience and moral compass.

• Those eyes and that grief. Why do they linger in the back of his processor? It’s not guilt, Megatron’s done much worse things. Still can’t figure out Starscream and Soundwave’s obsession with you, why they’d risked so much pain to keep you secret. Like you’re not only a pet to them. Like the little human matters even though you’re one of millions. An insect. Gone in an instant. Rubbing a hand against his helm, he sits on the edge of his berth. It doesn’t matter. You don’t matter, but he keeps thinking about it. Thinking that he’s missing something important. Something dangerous. Why protect one human? Why suffer just to save you? Why do you matter to them?

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[mrsnancywheeler]

finnick odair x black cat!partner

based off this request and this one

masterlist

finnick would be drawn to you quietly observant you are, you're not eager to talk, but once you do he can tell how much attention you pay to your surroundings

it's not easy for him to slip into your small circle or friends, but he's persistent, finnick would make an effort to understand you, to help you trust him

you'd spend your time reading books, staring out at the waves, letting the breeze surround you and finnick would start appearing, eager to talk, interrupt your alone time

he knew you'd never admit it, but behind the facade of annoyance you enjoyed talking to him

he was ecstatic when he'd finally pestered it out of you that you had feelings for him too, something that you'd barely whispered and then rolled your eyes at his reaction, if only to try not to blush

finnick would never force you into a social situation you didn't want to be in, and if you did reluctantly agree to go to a party with him and anyone even thought about commenting on how aloof you were he'd be there to defend you

not like he'd need to though, you were ready to snap back at anyone

finnick didn't care if you preferred to sit with him in silence, your presence showed enough to him

he did love to get under your skin occasionally

"What're you doing?" You mumbled, you'd been reading on the bed and Finnick was now interrupting this by slipping his hands around you.

"Juat wanna hold you, darling." He insisted, trying to nuzzle his face into your neck. It was a pathetic, lackluster attempt when you dropped the book to try and push him off.

"No, Finnick!" You whined and could swear you could feel his cocky grin on your skin. "Let me go."

He grabbed the book with his free hand and you tried to grab it as he put it on the bedside table near you. "I don't think you want me so, honey."

"Give it back." Your glared, but there wasn't even a glimmer of determination on them.

"No." Finnick kissed you, that infuriating smile gracing his face. You followed his lips for a second before remembering you were supposed to be against this.

"Finnick!" You frowned as wrapped his body fully around you, he was so comfortable, it truly would've been easier to give in. He hummed in response, fingers tracking his fingers around your arms. It was so soothing that you let out an involuntary sigh.

"I heard that." God how you hated him.

"Oh shut up!" You tried to argue, but soon enough you'd fully succumbed to the comfort of his arms, melting in much to Finnick's joy.

you'd do small things for him that had him bursting with joy that would make you want to retreat into your shell, but eventually you couldn't resist that it made you want to smile too

it terrified you, the way finnick odair had crept up on you

and he would've praised the ground you walked on if we was able, finnick appreciated how you no matter what anyone thought was so easily proven wrong, you were so sweet and compassionate underneath the introverted, aloof exterior

finnick would be hopelessly enamored by a black cat! partner

[linaliteracy]

Will it Pass? Pt. 2

Pairing: Bangchan x afab!reader.

Summary: You love Chan, how could you not? He is your best friend. Your problem? You love him too much and cannot stand him near you or your heart will break.

college!au, angsty, friends to lovers.

Note: English is not my first language. Leave me suggestion or comments on the ask box! 🩷

Part 1 here!

Bangchan's POV

It has been two weeks since I last saw Y/n. Two weeks that I never thought... I would never have thought that I would have to go more than two weeks without talking to her. I felt guilty, lonely, scared and like an asshole.

When she confessed, the first thing I did was to break any thing I had with other people. It was just a girl, but I politely told her I didn't wanna see her more, she took it nice, she juat blocked me everywhere and said i had a bigger ego than any body part. That wasn't a new insult, but it was funny, regardless.

I sat in the apartment, laying on my bed just quiet. Until Felix opened the door and got to the apartment.

"I AM HOME!" He screamed. "Chan, you here?"

"Over here" I said and Felix appeared.

"Sulking?" He chuckled and sat on my bed "Cheer up!"

"Did you see her today?" I asked, it was a rutine, I had not seen her since... the café, we had not crossed paths, i assume it was because everytime I saw her, her friends were shielding her and walking very fast. I couldn't blame her.

When will it pass?

That was such an asshole comment, and I still cannot believe it came out from my mouth.

"I did, she was... better" Felix confessed. "Look, why dont you talk to her?"

I sighed in defeat

"She wouldnt want to talk to me"

"I mean... you were kind of a dick... so, yeah I wouldn't want to talk to you, but maybe... just give her time."

I nod and contemplate my life. I felt guilty, so fucking guilty that I didnt return her feelings. I couldn't do it, because I... am just not sure. I had never done that, the liking someone, always was something quick and off, but with her. She wasn't that, she was all.

I knew eventually she would have someone, find someone, but I never though how it affected her seeing me with hook ups, or knowing that I was hooking up, I mean, I wouldn't tolerate it. Why did she put up with it for so long?

"She was so... why didn't she ever told me to stop?"

"Stop what?" Felix inquiered.

"To stop hooking up.

Felix looked at him.

"She couldn't do that, she doesn't have the heart for that... she... look, im gonna say this to add drama, because I like it, and maybe it helps you wake up, but... she never complained. With the guys... we really admired her.

"The guys knew?"

"Everyone knew that you liked eachother! Wait- you know you like her, right? Is not like we need to open your eyes?

"I... i know... is just... I dont know what is like, like, to like someone... I have never... had those feelings..."

Felix sighs.

"Look... i would tell you to go tell her but... I don't know how she is... I mean I do, but... I don't know how it will make her feel..."

"Do you think I am bad for her?"

"Chris. What the hell? No!"

"Then what should I do?"

I felt conflicted I had never done this, never liked someone with so much that they felt... homy. I always knew I liked her but I never knew she liked me. Hell, how could I not like her? She is funny, kind, beautiful, she is all... why didnt I realize sooner?

But I had never done things right, and I was so fucking scared of trying and fucking it up, with her.

"I will give her time" I said outloud. "As much as she needs, but I want her to tell me how much time I have to wait"

I grabbed my phone and went directly to her dorms. I needed to sort this out.

[miimo96]

Thoughts on Madoka magica walpurgisnaught rising Trailer 2

AAAAAHHH OMG WE'RE SO BACK! Oh my god juat look at my 2 Lovebirds ^^ not even 2 minutes in and Already the animation Looks absolutely Beautiful and I can't stress this enough but just seeing Madoka and Homura dancing again hand and hand just makes me all warm and Fuzzy inside AHHHHHH ^w^

What's this, NEW Characters!? �� I'm guessing these are probably either magical girls who almost became witches or people from the side series Madoka magica Record, either way this is already looking to be the most Unique outta the franchise, Also yay Cheese/bebe/Nagisa is back ^_^

Can we all just appreciate how Madoka magica Never fails to make its scenery ABSOLUTELY Beautiful, Like I don't even know what this is but just WOW, I already get the feeling we're going to be getting some more biblical or symbolic representations here, And all for it >_<

Uh oh, Looks like someone didn't heed Homura's Warning, I'm guessing that's probably why She looks like that, knowing her she probably either tried stopping Homura and tried fixing things back to way it was, and as punishment got Seriously messed up, word of advice Sayaka, Next time don't MESS with Homura ^^

YOOOUUUU!? Why is HE back!? OMG NO Get this mother f$%ker Outta her NOW! GET OUT! GET OUUTTT!! I already get a bad feeling with him being around, I get that Homura Needed him to whatever the hell she needed him to do but No I just can't with him and judging from what I'm seeing, he's looking pretty better than Last time!? What the hell man!?

Omg I SO can't wait for this movie, already 2025 is Looking like a good year, and I gotta feeling I know how this Thing is going to end, and it I'll be with be with me crying in a theater for 10 EFFING MINUTES, that and maybe Homura and Madoka MIGHT end up becoming Gods together, because I feel like that's the only way this movie can end; Homura's whole deal is that she believes that Madokas whole sacrifice Wasn't what she Really wanted, she believes that even though Madoka sacrificed herself to save everyone else, it isn't what SHE really wanted in the end, if ya wanna know what I'm talking about check out rebellion and watch the scen with Madoka and Homura having a heart to heart, the part where she's braiding Homura's hair ^^ Anyway with Homura having that mindset now We get to the point of where we are now, but the thing IS, yes while what Madoka said is True, it wasn't really the mindset she had going in when she sacrificed her existence, to Save all magical girls; she was Fine with doing this and being alone if it meant saving her friends, ESPECIALLY even Homura, Because what she was doing with Time travel previously, was technically Cursing her, basically Madoka sacrificed herself to save Homura, not just the other magical girls, in the end, it was all for Homura.

Homura believes that what she is doing, is for Madoka's sake, when in reality, it's actually hers, Because she couldn't handle being Alone, she ended up going against Madoka's wishes, and Reset the world once again, with the excuse "That it's what Madoka would've wanted" Homura's whole character arc is that she's Selfish, she'll do ANYTHING to be Madoka, even if it means Destroying the world, *sigh *I wish I could word this better but I think the Only way this series could end, is if both of them end up becoming "Gods" let me explain. Since neither of them is willing to give the other one up, and pretty much always ends up sacrificing themself for each other, i think the only way we really could see this series end on a "Happy" ending, is if the 2 of them both end up becoming Gods, and remake the world into THEIR Image; that way none of them is Alone and they don't have to suffer anymore, they can BE the creators of their New world and have each other by their side, since they basically represent 2 halfs of Yin and yang, from the colors of their outfits, (Madoka's being light, Homura's being Dark,) to their personalities, (1 being Selfless the other being SELFISH,) they can basically act as the Law and Order of their New world, and run things how they see fit, both being the embodiments of Oder and Chaos. I think that would be a pretty good way to send things off and in my opinion, would really be a cool ending for these 2 character's arcs, Since they've already been through so much it would only make sense for this would be their ending, It would be an ending that's not completely Heartbreaking, but is just Bittersweet, they won't get to live together in the real world, but they WILL have each other, and I think the thing that really proves this and that sent me down this rabbit hole to begin with, was the end credits of Rebellion, Where it depicts 2 girls, (That look VERY similar to Madoka and Homura) walking hand and hand off into the Abyss, which to me is a metaphor for the afterlife or where ever the heck magical girls when they're taken by the Law of cycle, possibly representing those 2 becoming GODS together, basically Sharing the same fate and running the world as they see fit.^^

Anyway yeah, Totally can't wait for this Movie , Oh i feels SOO Good to be back baby ^^ See ya in 2025

[alexaloraetheris]

I juat remembered the day, about two months ago, when I went to renew my perscription and ended up derailed by some kind of divine influence that really, really wanted my help. 😂

So I have an appointment at 9. First thing I do is sleep in because my alarm simply did not ring. First time that happened. I cursed out the damn phone and ordered a taxi, which I had specifically hoping to avoid because of the traffic congestion.

My driver is a woman a bit older than me, and she's in a good mood so we chat. She told me she was thinking of moving to [city on the coast] because taxi drivers are paid better there, and I tell her I have family there, we comment on what it's like to drive in a city essentially built into three hills and a cliff. She mentiones she has scoliosis, and it sometimes impacts her ability to sit in a car for long periods of time. I had scoliosis as well, but I had managed to fix it with exercises almost completely so I recommended my physical therapist, and assured her it's not too late, because some of the people in my therapy group were even older than her. When she let me off she thanked me for the help.

Feeling good that, even if I had to pay out the nose for the ride, I got there in time and even managed to do a good deed. I rush in, tell the reception guy I'm here to see my doctor and settle in to wait.

Two hours later, I see people being called in but not my name. I ask why, and doctor looks at me blankly and says I'm not in the system. I have to tell the reception I've arrived so I show up on his schedule.

I'm mentally cursing out the entire hospital, but I wasn't raised by wolves. I thank the doctor, politely tell the different receptionist that the last guy probably didn't hear me when I told him my appointment, got added in and went back to wait.

Ten minutes later, a visibly nervous girl with freshly printed papers sits in the waiting room. I'm in a bit of a mood, but I'm also a firm believer in helping if I can. I paste on a smile and ask 'First time?' and she admits she just got sent here for a potential ADHD diagnosis and she had no idea what to do. Having been there and knowing exactly how hard it was to do it on your own, I gave her the number of the psychologist who made my diagnosis, assured her that the psychiatrist she was here to see is the same one I have and that he's a good guy, explained what ADHD actually was and how the meds work. She was neraly crying with relief by the time I was done, and I promised she could send me questions if she needs to.

I finally, finally go in for my appointment in a slightly better mood, only for my psychiatrist to tell me Concerta is no longer imported, I have to go on some other meds and for that I need my family doctor to sign off on a regular perscription instead of getting an Rx perscription from him.

This is the worst case scenario, because I do NOT want my mother, who thinks ADHD was invented by quack American psychologists to sell expensive meds to parents with unruly children, to know I have ADHD. So I mentally curse out the entire healthcare system, go to the family doctor and explain the situation, that my mother absolutely CANNOT know about my diagnosis. Even though the doctor was not aware of my diagnosis so far, she listens attentively, and we make sure that my mom can't check the insurance we're both under to see what meds I'm on or that if she checks my name in the pharmacy directory she can't see me either.

I thought I handled that situation rather well but I must have looked more worried than I thought, because the doctor admitted her high-school age granddaughter had been asking questions about psychologists and antidepressants and she had so far been dismissive. But if she really needs help, she might do the same thing I did and seek help on her own, and my doctor realized she ought to either change her attitude fast or be left in the dark while her granddaughter is struggling. So I told her which psychologist I went to when I was also a depressed high schooler and how it helped and what I would have wanted my family to keep in mind. She thanks me and hands me a new perscription and sends me on my way.

So by now I am starting to notice a pattern.

Now, I'm actually an atheist, and I have 'Culturally Catholic' as a flaw and a laundry list of Stuff(TM) I have had to unlearn, but sometimes I really wonder if Someone Up There looked at me that day and thought:

"Hmm, looks like I have three problems I can solve with one well-positioned dumbass. Time to ruin her day for the good of the world!"

I mean. Happy to help but I really hope ruining my day won't be necessary next time.

[dark-elf-writes]

Izuku as a child of Apollo just having a million big brothers/sisters and most are heroes is hilarious. None of fhem are letting their baby brother be bullied. Nope.

Oh god, Snipe, Hawks and Hizashi would be the most protective siblings and if you went ‘bad Inko’ i can juat imagine that custody battle. Hizashi ‘married to high school sweetheart’, Hawks ‘commission agent’ and Snipe ‘has a gun and no issue threatning people’. It would be hilarious.

The children of Apollo normally got along.

Okay well that wasn’t exactly true, but very rarely did they try to shoot at each other or scream the other’s eardrums out which put them head and shoulders over some demigod half-siblings. They weren’t Ares kids after all, they could keep it together.

Or they could, until their newest sibling came along.

Izuku Midoriya was an anomaly, a rare inheritor of their father’s knowledge aspect though just hearing them talk Hizashi swore up and down there was some music talent in there somewhere, and the kid always seemed to know exactly where villain or monster attacks would happen like they could see them coming… even if they took that knowledge and used it to run towards the fights rather than away. They didn’t have the usual look of an Apollo kid (Hizashi was the only one of them that had drawn that card) but it was nearly impossible to miss if someone knew what to look for, and the three heroes definitely knew what to look for.

But Izuku different from a typical Apollo kid or not wasn’t the problem. No the problem was that none of them could agree on what to do with them.

“I’m married!” Hizashi hissed, careful to keep their voice at a normal volume. The last time they had let their quirk slip against one of their brothers they had been dodging feathers for a week and they had no desire to repeat the experience. “And I’m a teacher! I have the best claim to a stable home life as any of us.”

Keigo narrowed his eyes, a feather twisting around his fingers as his annoyance grew. “I’m the Number Three Hero! If any one of us could take care of a kid it’s me!”

Snipe (why their brother had decided he preferred his hero name even in the off hours Hizashi would never understand, but they would honor his wishes) toyed with his gun. The fact that the barrel was pointed away from Hizashi at the moment did nothing to comfort them. It didn’t really matter where he pointed the damn things when dear old dad gave him the ability to curve his bullets.

(Hizashi would be more jealous that both of them got some sort of telekinesis while Hizashi could only be considered slightly above average when it came to anything involving projectiles but really they thought Voice was the coolest.)

“I am the only sane one between us.” Debatable, but again Hizashi wasn’t very interested in catching a bullet even if their brother had swapped them out for nonlethal rounds. They had seen the damage he could do with nerf bullets and the rounds he had were a far cry from those. “And I’m also a teacher. So don’t give me that look Zashi.”

They smoothed their face, cursing themself for letting their annoyance show. Normally they were better than this but their brothers knew just how to get under their skin.

“Um,” All three of them jolted having forgotten their sibling was still there watching them with those wide green eyes so full of wonder. “You don’t have to fight over me. I’m fine. Really.”

They weren’t. The kid’s sleeves weren’t nearly long enough to hide the bruises and fresh burns on their arms and Hizashi was pretty sure they had seen the kid limping before they had finished the fight. As much as they wanted to be picking a fight with their brothers right now… healing first.

And Hizashi was the best healer.

(Ha!)

“You’re not fine, listener,” Their voice went gentle, low, the soothing rumble under it already encouraging healing raven as they knelt beside Izuku. “Our brothers are just being stupid. It’s pretty common experience.”

“Hey!”

“Zashi!”

They smiled, bright. Blinding to anyone who didn’t also have sunlight in their blood. “C’mon. We can head back to my place and get you patched up. Any other… arrangements can be made after you’re healed.”

“I’m coming too!”

“And me!”

Shouta was going to kill them… but at least Hizashi could shove their brothers at him first for canon fodder.

Izuku looked like they might argue but…

“Ours,” they said. “You said they are our brothers.”

Hizashi ran careful fingers over the kid’s cheek. “Ours. We Apollo kids have to stick together after all… even if some of us are annoying.”

“Coming from Queen annoying that says a lot,” Hawks mumbled. Hizashi made a mental note to curse him into speaking in lyrics later. They were pretty sure he had a meeting coming up where that would be particularly annoying.

Izuku looked between the three of them, eyes burning like the noonday sun as they hunted for something in their expressions. But eventually they smiled. “I’ve always wanted big siblings.”

Shit, Hizashi thought. They were going to end up with the most complicated three way custody agreement they just knew it.

[royalwriteroftheuniverse]

Dodger playtime in the snow

No warnings unless you could how insanely cute Dodgers Evans is but i always put 18+ its juat playing with Dodger in the snow photo from chris- social that @annislittleshopofhorrors reposted

"Alright comeon buddy," I clap my.hands "ready for your walk?"

"Woof" 

"Come on" I go to where Dodger is sitting on the couch looking out the window. 

"Oh its snowing. You don't  wanna go for your walk?"

"Woof" he waggs his tail

"You do wanna go for your walk"

"Woof" he wags his tail.

"Hey you gotta give me something here, buddy. i dont speak mutt,"  I joked.

Dodger used his nose to nuzzle.his way under one od my arms so our favea were close and he looked like he was smiling  and wagging his tail.i study gus face

Does someone wanna go outside and play

"Woof" he licks the side of my face and practually jumps of the couch to rhe kitcjen and i keep hearing his play button binf hit. 

"Okay okay ourside to play hold on let me get my jacket,". I grab my jacket and my har as dodger is siting by the back door patiently alternating looking outside and turning to, I sassume looking for me I dont even have my hat or gloves or my coat but I open the door for him to the baxk yard anyway "okay okay here you go" he took off like a hourse at bellmont jumping through the snow sliding around. It was lokw watxhing a little kit. It was cute ans aweet. Ans i knew one thing was for aure at least he doesnr need a bath because he is covered in snow. 

He turns and barks twice  and i put my hat a coat on and step outside and he brings me a stick."ok buddy go fetch" I throw the stick he brings it back, I throw the stick he brings it back i throw the sti- well you get the point. We did thst foe about 20 mi ites. Then I watched him run around and i decided to pay a prank I got anow into a snow ball and when dosgers back was turned i thre it at him. Dodgsr turned looking surpirsed aa his ears pwrked up. He was seaeching tje tress with hia eyes, i guess he though it came from there. There a poor litrle squirrel sitting there obadrving and Dodger syatyee barking as if yelling at tje squirrel for hitting him with a snow ball. I decided to go ovwr and comfort dodger lest we need an arch enemy out of a squirrel thay should be hibernating. Alrighr buddy its ok *i kneeled dosn in the snow, "its ok you goofball" *i ruffle his fur and kiss his nose. "You wanna play with the stick"

He barks and jumps. We play with a srixk for a while  until dodger seems to get tired he shook his fur and then sayed down on the deck. I slowly followed him up there being tired myself.

 "Ok buddy lets go inside and dry off hu" I opened the door and dodger went inside and of corse shook hia fur in the kitchen

"Dodger!" I shield my face from the water amd before i know it hes walking through the kitchen. I quickly slip off my boots and take my coat off and follow grabbing a jand dowel.frpm the kitchen 

"You're gunna get water everywhere" i find him in the den snuggled up with his lipn infront of the fire that i forgot to put out before we wenr outside.

"Lets not tell daddy i left the fireplace on ok?" I ask as i take one paw to start drying them off.

Dodger makes a whineing sound as he then offers up his other paw for me. "That's a good boy." I rub his belly. 

Dodger just loves playing in the snow.

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[miss-nandini]

Disclaimer: This fiction is only for fun. Graphics and characters belong to their respective owners.

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Summary: Never have you thought that you will have to use your shooting skills on someone you love.

Or, The AU where you are a shooting expert and you end up shooting Lucifer.

Genre: Heavy angst, Angst with a happy ending.

Let's jump in.

Solomon juat had to tell Satan about you being a shooting expert. It wasn't a lie. You were trained and back in the human realm, your job was to train the undercover soldiers. Shooting was nothing new for you. But that's something you didn't want to tell them. That's why the rifle was hidden with extra caution in your room. Solomon was the first to find out because you managed to slip up, then Mammon, because he has a thing for playing with your stuff without permission. Solomon told Satan and then, one by one, everyone found out except Lucifer. Everyone purposefully hid that from him, you know.

They arranged a day for you to show them your skills. You couldn't say no, of course. They were too persistent!!

You wished you haven't agreed.

Why did it come down to this...?

They were having too much fun watching you hit the targets perfectly. Sure, good for them. Everything was going so well... until Lucifer appeared—in his demon form. What happened? You will never know. His eyes were unfocused—full of rage for some reason. Even Diavolo couldn't tell what triggered him like that when Simeon told him about it first.

What happened after that was another unexpected thing. None of his brothers could stop him from being destructive. It was like they weren't even reaching through him. Whoever tried to stop him ended up getting thrown. They were scared and so were you.

You tried calling Diavolo and that's when he noticed you. Well, shit. The look on his face was screaming blood lust and destruction. You have heard about "Fight, Flight or Freeze." But, can you outrun an enraged demon? Not to mention it's Lucifer. So, fleeing was thrown out of the window. Which left you with two options. Either fight him to death or die without trying. You were screwd.

He stepped closer and that's when you did something unexpected. You didn't even realize it until the defraning sound of bullets reached your ears and blood splattered all over you. Blood...?

You gasped. The rifle was in your hands...

You looked up...

What you saw was enough to scar you for life.

The uranium bullets pierced in his whole body...

The look of shock, confusion and hurt in his eyes...

The others screaming in fear...

The sickening smell of blood...

He... He...!!

The world was spinning around you...

The next time you woke up, you heard about what happened. According to Diavolo, Lucifer, he touched a cursed thing with bare hands that manipulates your mind. That's what made him go berserk. He was under a trance. Your bullets are what woke him up. Your shots were lethal. It was pretty hard to patch him up. Hopefully, he is a demon. So, some bullets can't kill him.

Diavolo was impressed with your skills even though it angered him to see his friend like that. The brothers were on your side for some reason.

You felt so damn guilty. Lucifer is avoiding you. He has a very good reason to do so and you know that. But you had to talk to him. You have to apologize... Sure, it was for self-defense but still...

"Lucifer...?"

You didn't found him in his office. He didn't even join you guys for dinner. He wasn't with Diavolo and he wasn't anywhere else in the house either. Which left you with the obvious answer. His bedroom...

For a moment, he just stared at you with an unreadable gaze.

"What is it?"

"I-I'm sorry... I swear I didn't mean to d-do such a t-thing. I was just r-really scared a-and I don't even know... I'm so sorry. I could never—!!

You couldn't say it out loud. Your eyes were stinging.

"Are you saying you didn't didn't shoot me because you hate me?"

"Lucifer! I can never hate you!!"

You were pulled in his embrace. He really thought you hate him? No way! You can never!! Even if you did you would never do such a brutal thing as shooting him. You let yourself melt in his warm embrace. Why was he so forgiving at times like this...?

"Why didn't you tell me you can shoot that well?"

"Well...ummm... haha..."

"(Y/N)???"

"I swear it's not something fishy!!"

"Fine, whatever you say, dearest."

[sparklinpixiedust]

See here's my new theory for the week.

So last week I thought Jonathan had something to do with but it seems like he didn't. Not completely out, but he's not super high on my sus list now. You know who is? That director guy living in the attic.

That guy seems to have been living there for a long time, was likely there during all the rehearsals.

And since he's been there he's heard and seen everything. He knows who's who and what's going on.

He's my theory, I think he poisoned ben to ruin olivers play.

Why? Jealousy. He's lost everything and is living in a theatre whereas Oliver was close to having a major comeback. And with Ben glenroy? His play mightve not been good but with Ben as his lead and the documentary coming, it would've atleast been a step in the direction to success, if not successful.

I think he overheard Ben's medication problem and got him overdosed enough to make it seem like he died. Alsoooo he lives in a place with rats. He might have rat posion lying around to kill them.

Why is this significant? See rat poison contains something warfarin, a drug that normally thins the blood during blood clots. But in unsafe amounts it can cause bleeding, from gums , from literally anywhere.

Ben's mouth was bleeding when he fell. It does have antidote , vitamin k, which could be why Ben recovered too.

As far as I know, you can't really pick up warafrin itself in the blood, it's usually the effect of wayfaring that's observed ( INR levels, feel free to look into it)

So either the cookies were laced with the poison or thay director guy switched out Ben's amphetamine with rat poison.

Also I think it was a little weird how he mentioned the whole pig thing to Oliver. At first he said it sounded Loretta said c*cksucking ding dong and then he said it mightve really been f*cking pig.

Now I don't know about you but those 2 things don't sound alike. Even if he heard every third word, it doesn't sound similar to me.

I guess he knew those words were significant to the mystery , having probably seen it in the mirror. So he was likely throwing Loretta under the bus.

He also knew the whole Gideon thing and was likely aware how superstitious Howard was, so he locked KTs room so he couldn't sweep the stage, hence hoping Howard could maybe take the blame in case it came to it. Idk about this though, it could've juat be a little red herring that's never truly answered.

[countessofravenclaw]

Giving you sneaky peeks again, because I jjust wrte this for fun, even though I am not workingon more S2AU at the moment. It is just soemthing fun with Luna, Jim and Yam in this situation, since they are having a sleepover at Luna's, which means Gastón's house. Obviously Luna is allowed to have her ogther friends over, especially as Nina can never really be visitingthere as juat Luna's friends. Jim and Yam like know who Gastón's parensta re rom their public image, biut never known them as people. Also, added context, this is like from the middle of the part, so why Luna is sleeping upstairs now is gonna be explained and is not a mistake

“Wow we did sleep late.” Yam remarked as they walked out of Luna's room. 

“Speak for yourself. I slept like a log.” Jim yawned, “We need to do this more often. From this point on, every sleepover is at your house Luna.”

“I’m fine with that.” Luna laughed. “I’ve never had this giant of a bed, that we all fit in it and all, but now breakfast.”

“Have Gastón’a parents already come back from that thing?” Yam wondered. 

“They said they'd be back by the morning, so I think so.” Luna nodded, while laughing. “I’m sorry, it just kind of sounds funny that you call them that. I’ve gotten used to calling them by their names.”

“Well, you are basically their kid right now.” Yam remarked. “What are we supposed to call them? Mr. and Mrs. Perida?”

“Nooo,” Luna laughed again, “They really don't like that. I think Nina tried but was told to stop immediately. They just like to be called by their names, unless you are their employee or something.”

“Okay.” Jim and Jam just nodded as they started descending the stairs. 

“I know we're trying to look for a lakeside property, but I think this just calls to me right now.” 

“I agree. They always say that the arctic circle is a magical place during the winter. We could have a place to spend the New Years, make it tradition.”

“That’s settled. Let's see what properties they have available at Saariselkä for example.”

“We really need to learn how to pronounce those nordic vowels.”

Luna, Jim and Yam caught the middle of the conversation as they started walking down the second flight of the stairs that looked over the living room. 

“It is kind of weird seeing people who are all glitz and glamor on the cover of a magazine looking this normal.” Yam remarked. 

“But I guess they are normal all the time usually.”

Isla and Marco were sitting on the couch, looking completely casual. Isla was leaning her head on Marco’s shoulder, her legs curled up on the couch. She was wearing a deep purple sweatshirt and black linen pants and holding a cup of coffee in her hand, while there was another on the coffee table. 

Marco’s hoodie was half zipped up, and his arm was around Isla’s waist, while the other held a tablet that they were both looking intently at. 

“Look at this one.” Marco pointed something on the tablet screen. “Prime location, quite new, built only three years ago. Amazing views. You are the real estate agent, what do you think?”

“I like it a lot,” Isla looked closer. “The location is very good and… four bedrooms, descend sized bathroom… I really like the mixed modern and more traditional decor, although the furnishings don't really work with me.”

“We can just redo that, with some renovations.”

“That was what I was thinking.” Isla responded, while zooming on something. “Three stories too, it’s very versatile. Look at the gallery. It could be boarded up and turned into a master suite, with its own bathroom and everything. Then we could open up the ceiling a little bit and install some glass, for the northern light viewing. Then maybe add a jacuzzi on the patio. The fact that there are two kitchens too, makes it so convenient too if we have more people over or when Gastón has kids.”

“It sounds like we have already made the decision.” Marco smiled at her. “We could use it with family or by ourselves on prime time and maybe rent it out some part of the year. Make some amount in a return, or at least have it pay itself back.” 

“Weren't they out at that event the whole night?” Jim pointed out. “How are they up before us? I would sleep till the afternoon if I ‘d been p all night.”

“I think we were up the whole night,” Yam yawned. 

“They don’t even sleep late,” Luna shook her head. “They’re really into being on time and stuff.”

“Yet Gastón has often been late for practices for years.” Jim shook her head, “Don’t know where that has come from then.”

“Uugh, I am so hungry.” Luna lamented as her stomach growled. “Let’s so down.” 

“Yep.” Jim and Yam nodded as they started descending the last flights of stairs. 

“Morning girls!” Isla and Marco turned around as the girl descended on the stair onto the floor. “You slept late.”

“Yeah, I guess we did.” Luna nodded. 

“Well, it seems like you survived the evening on your own.” Marco nodded while putting the table down and picking up his cup of coffee. 

“We did.” Jim nodded, “You have a beautiful house.”

“Well, thank you.” Isla smiled, “This was a mid-2000s find, almost completely by accident. Has required a lot of renovations. but it is starting to be to our liking.” She looked at Jim and Yam, “It was Jim and Yam right? I am sorry if we are gonna ask this about a thousand times, but can you tell us your full names again, so we learn.”

“Oh, totally.” The girls nodded. “Jimena Medina. I’m from Spain, actually.”

“Yamila Sanches.” Yam nodded as well. 

“Sanches?” Marco raised his eyebrow? “Do you know Pío Sances, the airplane mechanic?”

“Yeah, I do know him.” Yam nodded, “He’s my dad. Yeah, he builds planes.”

“Your Dad’s like the best in the business.” Jim added, “Didn’t you say that the EZE airport wanted to hire him to lead some team?”

“Yeah, but Dad said that he will only take it if it'll let him take more vacation or something.” Yam shrugged. “And if he still get to keep developing that new fuel model, not I know about those.” 

The girls did not notice how Isla subtly nudged Marco who typed something on his phone. 

“Well I am sure the board of directors at EZE will have an affair offer,” Isla interjected. “The admins there are quite agreeable.”

“A lot of people want to hire Dad.” Yam shrugged again. “I guess, he goes for the one that will give him the best challenge.”

“I wish him good luck.” Marco nodded, reaching for the tablet again, and looked at Isla, “Speaking of competition, we should probably act on this if we don’t want the property swiped under our nose.”

“What property?” Luna asked, “We heard you talking about something as we walked down.”

“We are looking into buying a vacation property in Northern Finland.” Isla explained, “We kind of fell in love with the place during the summer. We think we found something promising.” 

“OKay, that sounds cool.” Luna nodded, before looking at Jim and Yam, “We need to go get breakfast now.” 

Leave it to Jim and Yam to blabble about how her Dad can be hired, in front of the person who want to hire him. The thing is that, they might know that Marco Perida is an admin at the board of directors at Ministro Pistarini International Airport (EZE), but they don't obviously remember it right now whil they are having a casual conversation.

[fleetstreetfatality]

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

And

15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends?

This passage is from Weigh Down On Me chapter two, which, yes, I am still writing. I'm just stuck. I promise It will see the light of day because I love the story and I want all you to experience chapter three with me which is also partially written. I love terrorist anakin.

"That was when his past came to haunt him the most; in the quiet dark when he was alone. The blood curdling screams of dying men, friends and strangers alike, family and mentors. The sounds of bombs and cannons and marching droids. The sting of lightsabers catching skin and the feeling of dirt spraying his face. The acrid smell of smoke and machine oil and the accented voice of his beloved master barking orders and pressing in around him to shelter him as best he could. That was when he wrote the most."

This is one of my favorite passages and one of the most vivid things I pictured while listening to the band that inspired this entire fic. It lived in my head for weeks before I finally wrote it out and I know the question is how did it change but this is one of the few passages that have never changed and never been rewritten. I think it's perfect just as it is. I love the images it paints of them. It plays on all of my favorite things about my favorite star wars time period. The horror and blood and fear and connection obikin made during the war. This was when they were closest and I love writing for that time. The song that inspired this section was inspired by "The Grey" by Bad Omens.

I am one of those strange creatures who keeps their books as prestine as possible. So I absolutely could never write on a book. I do have signed books but those are different. I used to dog eat my pages when I was a kid but now I just use whatever is at hand as a bookmark: receipts, rubber bands, glasses wipes, straps of paper, napkins, rarely ever an actual book mark because I always lose them. I do however read in the bath though but I'm very careful about it. It's very relaxing and juat such a wonderful experience. It's my me time. I don't judge people who do and of course we can still be friends though if you crack your book spines in front of me I will wince. I learned how to gently break in a spine so it falls nicely and doesn't crack and it pains me watching people violently abuse them like that. But I have lots of coworkers who very much do all of these things.

[necroneol]

hi noct!! (or whoever else may get this!) random question but of all the fable games, which would u recommend for a beginner? never had a console to play it on but they look really interesting

im so glad you asked i LOVE fable

(please excuse the typis to xome, we had a very awful day. thbaks you for this ask, it is a welcome rest /genuine

personally i will say fable 2. favle 1 is really fun, ans feels a lot like an older pc style rpg. it has a lot of charm and is definitely worh playing. but fable 2 is a magical experinxe. the world is exapnsive but not overhwleming (which is something we experience often with open wirld games thay seem endless) the chatacters are soooo charming. not juat the story characters but even randome npcs have so much personlity. the combat is fun and satisfying. it feels very gratfiying to beat the bad guys. or the good guys, i guess, if you choose to be evil lol. you can have families and homes and own properties you can make some really fun outfirs the story is very inspiring and the very end of the game feels so….real. you can really play how you want down to immpressivelt tiny details especially for its time.

to me fable 2 is a nice mixture of old and new, even though ut isnt all that new anymore. i thinm that soeaks to how timeless and awesome it is .

i have nothung but praise for fable 2, where as i find fabke 1 to become a little overhwleming and outdated, ans fable 3 to feel like it slightly removed from the fable formula, and also much too short. all of them are amazing games and i 100% recommend pkaying all of them at some point, but if tou ask ne (and you did) i would stilk say gable 2.

you could likelt emulate the games or even do whay i did, which was ask a family member for an old xbox for Christmas. we got an xbox one x from gamestop for less rhan 250. you could likely find one even chesper somewhere else (gamestop sucks major balls anyeays). we honestly love olaying the xbox a lot, becaue xbox and discord made a deal or something? so you can seamlessly and lag-free stream to a doscord server with a few sinple button presses. as our partner us long distance, this is perfect gor us.

long story short, fable 2 all the way. i hope you get the opportunity to give it a try, and i

hope you enjoy it if you do. thanks for the ask, this was fun!

noct

[the-90s-music-colosseum]

If all of this is at Kurt and Courtney's house. I can see Kurt not wanting to get out of the bedroom at first...

(I smoked and my idea escalated... I have no clue what this is. I was the anon who talked about wanting fanfic about it all at first so shoutout to @that1bvbfan for the BBQ idea and everyone else sending in ideas. I don't write fanfiction and I do not want anyone to expect anything in the following. I tried to incorporate a lot of what all of you said including some breaking bad references. English is not my first language, it's like 2am and juat smoked be kind to me)

After a while Mike wonders about Kurt's absence. He asks Courtney about it. Drink in hand Courtney dissappears for a while and returns with her husband. Whatever happened behind the closed bedroom door remains a mystery to their guests. However they were content with keeping it that way; especially with both Kurt and Courtney seemingly in high spirits.

The couple quickly makes themselves comfortable on their patio furniture. While the two loved hosting, neither Kurt nor Courtney were known for their cooking skills. With some even fearing for their lives whenever Courtney entered a kitchen*; it usually was up to the other group members to provide food. Not that this was a big issue though. Especially Jonny loved to cook at any given event. His journey into the culinary world started with beverages. Last summer him and Mike build a little brewery in their garage; leading to a newfound passion in the younger Greenwood brother. Much to Mike's dismay, Jonny did not end up brewing any beer. Rather than anything alcoholic at all, he started brewing his own gingerale called Grünwaldbräu.

Even at this very BBQ Jonny stands by the grill flipping patties and sipping his own ice cold Grünwaldbräu. As Jonny takes another sip, he can't help but wonder how he ended up in a place like this. His new group of friends being made up of the most enticing group of junkies anyone could ever imagine. Mike and Courtney were always jokingly referring to each other as sisters, even long before he ever came into the picture. Courtney was even in Mike's band for a short while. Being friends with Courtney must leads to intresting people in your life. The proof of it was right in front of him on a patio. Just when Jonny got lost in the smoke coming from the patties his thoughts got ripped out of his mind when he heard a familiar laughter. It was Layne's.

Layne came into Jonny's life about 9 months ago the same way a lot of weird things in his life did. His older brother Colin. It's just that usually these things didn't have blonde dreadlocks and a goatee. Colin met Layne at a show and the two talked on the phone every night for the next few weeks. "I fell in love with every beautiful and grotesque word", that's what Colin likes to say. Jonny had to chuckle when he flipped a patty as the blonde singer asked "who the fuck orders a pizza to a BBQ? No for real there is like a pizza delivery dude at the front door. Dude looks like a rat. That's some Ninja Turtle stuff right there!" Ahh yes... The most beautiful words "pizza delivery dude at the front door".

Slowly someone raised their hand. With a sheepish grin Kurt explained...

"Didn't know if I'd ever come down you know?"

"Well except for the pizza!", Layne laughs. As the two were high-fiving Jonny couldn't help but notice how close the two blue eyed men were...

"Hey Mike... how do Kurt and Layne know each other again..?"

*(during the recording of in utero Courtney visited Kurt in the studio. She wanted to cook a roast. The band unplugged the oven ans acted as if it was broken

hoooooly crap