#that trans commenter that says a child deserved to die will have people admitting to how transphobic they are

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stupid comments on TikTok will really have you thinking about how everything is by chance

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Quidditch and T

Pair: Ron Weasley x Reader; he/him; transmasculine reader.

Summary: Harry surprises Ron with tickets to the Quidditch World Cup after the war, after Hermione and after finding out Ron has a crush on the first professional trans masculine the Chudley Canons or the World Cup has ever seen. 

Warnings: Swearing, Alcohol, tiny amount of transphobia?? super long, focuses on Ron more than it should, super long and probably really bad.

Notes: Trans masculine reader again! We love to see it- No one asked for this but I liked the idea. Also, Ron has long hair because I love him and Harry is a good friend. The bestest of friends.

~DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE~

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Even with the second wizarding war years behind them, everyone struggled to regain control over themselves. Loved ones were lost far too soon, strained relationships came crashing down and businesses all but shattered like glass, but that was a year or two after. Families were beginning to recover and move forward, but some struggled. It was only natural, that was why the Ministry decided to bring at least a tiny bit of normality back to everyone's life with the Quidditch World Cup. They thought it would bring some light in the barely lit times everyone lived in.

While life for some was morphing back to a semi stable state, times were transitioning to a new era. Of course, no one batted an eye or fought against her when the Hermione Jean Granger demanded rights for wizards, witches and sorcerers who were, for lack of a better word, different. Not after everything she’d done for the world with Harry Potter and Ron Weasley and especially not after S.P.E.W.  The world really was shifting for the better.

She created two acts for equality. If house elves can have it, why can’t magical humans who just- feel different. Hermione called it S.P.L.A.T.E.R, also known as Sorcerers Lover Protection Against The Everyday Routine, and it was meant to protect wizards and witches who desire relationships with the same sex against discrimination. The talented witch went on to create a similar movement against portraying gender and identity; The Sorcerer’s Typical Identity or Gender May Alter Shield, better known as S.T.I.G.M.A.S. Both were very welcomed by the public, which happened a good year before the game would be returning, and that led to you gaining your dream job.

You were able to join the Chudley Cannons, your dream team despite their reputation. You were naturally talented on a broom and weren’t afraid to pull some risky stunts to get the golden snitch, plus it fueled your ego to hear the crowd gasp, go silent then cheer loud enough to be heard from Mars. The team and their fans didn’t care that you were the only trans masculine player, in fact, they loved you! The team was very proud to have you be their seeker and it was even better when the Cannons got into the World Cup. You basically carried the team, and they fucking knew it.

Your face made the front page almost weekly, quoting comments from your games and showing off your merchandise like it was no big deal. While you caught the attention of many wizards, witches and magical humans in between, there was one who was absolutely fascinated, maybe borderline obsessed, with you. You somehow stuck in his head, causing him to repaint his room in his shared flat bright orange just like his childhood bedroom. The ex-auror even went as far as getting your newly printed poster. He would glance at it when he was writing letters to his mother, but then would spend a good few solid minutes staring at it, daydreaming about meeting  you and lose track of time. Life got a little harder with the moving poster in his room. Of course you had no idea the famous Ron Weasley was a die-hard fan of yours.

The youngest Weasley son ended up being the first out of three up everyday just to read the newest info about (Y/n) ‘Point Breaker’ (L/n) and the rest of the team. He didn’t want to admit it, but he knew enough about you to be considered a borderline stalker and couldn’t help but spew facts about you to his twin brothers. Those very twins would tease him about his newly found crush but were secrealty very happy that he was getting over his heart break.

Ron and Hermione, more Hermione, had decided splitting and remaining friends was better for them, leading to the poor bloke locked in the spare room of his older brother's flat for a solid week. They told everyone it was mutual, but it was clear to Fred, George and Harry that it was most definitely not a decision that they were both fond of. Harry could still remember the frantic howler he got from Fred and George saying their little brother all but stopped functioning as a human.

He only started eating and showering once he heard the team was up and running again. He figured that was why Harry showed up to the flat one afternoon with tickets to the sold out game. When Ron asked his best mate how he got them, he just smiled and said something about knowing people and favors being exchanged. The ticket was more like a bandage encased in clear plastic and stuck to a lanyard, which is what Ron was fiddling with the day of the game when his best friend suddenly appeared in the middle of the flat.

“Bloody hell, Harry!” Ron screeched out as he steadied himself in his chair. His hand gripped at the shirt on his chest and chose to ignore the head rushing to his cheeks. “Could’ve sent me a warning!” He let out a slow sigh, trying to steady his rapid heart beat. 

“Where’s the fun in that?” Harry laughed out. The professor had his hands in his jacket pocket, a sly grin across his face. “Come on then! Game’s gonna be starting soon!” The raven haired male all but yaned his freckle covered friend out of the chair.

“Ok! Ok, sheesh. Let me grab a jacket.” The red-head knew this was going to be a game that leaked late into the night. Both teams were itching to get the trophy and forget about their troubles- It was gonna be absolutely beautiful. 

Grabbing his coat and reaching into the pocket, Ron pulled out an elastic band and put his hair up into a messy bun quickly before tucking the jacket into his arm. He walked over to Harry, who was gazing at the photo-covered walls of the flat.

“If you want, I can take ca-” Harry was cut off by Ron grabbed his hand.

“No, it’s fine. I like it like this.” Ron shook his head back and forth causing the messy ball to swap back and forth. “Come on. You were the one rushing us.” Harry let out a simple chuckle before apperating them to the field. 

“Tadah!” Harry did a fancy little wave, gesturing to the crowded field and began to make his way down the hell, passing by the old boot. Ron looked down at it as they passed before looking back at his best friend.

“Damn, it has been far too long.” Ron sighed out. A smile broke out across his face when he saw little kids running around with paint covered faces and happy couples sharing tea outside of their tents. “Do we have a tent?” 

“Nope, won’t be needing one this time around.” Harry shoved his hands in his pants pocket.

“No ten- Blimey, Harry, this is a game! This is going to go on for hours-”

“Ron-” 

“Won’t need it my arse. Hours, Harry. Where are we going to sit? The damp ground?” Ron was flaring his hands about.

“We get to spend our time in the Minister’s Box, Ron, relax.” Harry shook his head in mock disapproval before adjusting his glasses and moving forward. 

“Minister’s Box-” Ron’s voice stuttered out.

“Yeah! Isn’t that cool? We’re gonna be in the middle of the action!” Harry waved to a child who had recognized him with a smile.

“Ministry box-” Ron was’t used to such luguries, even after working with his brothers at their shop. Harry figured he’d never get used to being spoiled like this. It made him choke back a soft snicker.

“Yes, Ronald, the Minister’s Box, now hurry up! I told them we’d get there before the game started so we can chat.” Harry grabbed the lagging boy’s wrist and proceeded to maneuver through the crowd with him. 

“How did ya score this, Harry?” Ron all but yelled over the crowd. Once Harry dragged them through the crowd and to the front doors of the stadium, he spoke up.

“Remember when we went on that assignment to stop LeStrange again? Just before her Dementors Kiss about a month before we quit?” He handed the ticketier his lanyard to check over. Ron did the same before they both entered.

“Yeah? What about it?” Ron’s blue eyes glanced across the crowded inside. Gods, it really had been a while since he’d been here. It felt normal, like he almost hadn’t lost Fred to an explosion, like Harry’s life wasn’t on the line everyday, like every day wasn’t terrifying. Ron turned his attention back to his friend when he spoke up again.

“Well just before that, I went on a loner mission. This one involved taking care of some dark witch who was claiming she could bring back the dead and threatened to bring back Voldemort and the Death Eaters, so they sent me down to check it out.” Harry led him to an elevator, where the gate opened allowing the pair to step in. There was an exhausted looking male standing in uniform, most likely a worker from the Ministry himself. “Ministers Box, kind sir. Thank you.” The gate closed with a shuttering rattle and soon they were moving upward. Green eyes turned back to blue to finish the story. “Anyway, turns out she was actually trying to resurrect the noseless twat, but instead of over time or promotion, I asked for this and the best seats in the house. Figured this would be a good gift for you.”

“Gift? Harry, bud, mate, my fuckin best friend.” Ron placed a hand on Harry’s shoulder. “You didn’t have to do this for me. You’ve already done your fair share of helping me. Blimey, I’m not worth this.”

The gate opened again, allowing the two ex-aurors to step out but not before tossing a few sickles to the poor man who looked bored out of his mind. Ron casted him a short wave before he was sent back down.

“You deserve more than a crummy game and a nice seat, Ronnie. You literally helped me destroy Voldemort.”

“I didn’t do that much and besides it’s not a crummy game!” Ron took his hand away from Harry's shoulder. They walked down the short hallway to the door leading to their seats, but paused just before opening it. “That’s fuckin wild, isn’t it?” Ron grumbled out. “Was she smooched by a Dementor in the end?” 

“Yup. All her research was swiped and burned. Anyone and everyone she knew was obliviated. Now enough talk about old work, let’s relax.” Harry spoke before opening the door and allowed Ron to walk in first. 

The room was bigger than Gred and Forge’s flat, Ron was sure of it. It had silvery blue walls and a huge open window in the front, showing off the screaming fans and showed the entire field which held the perfect view. He couldn’t help his eyes from darting across the fancy black leather seats and the buckets of ice holding expensive bottles of wine, flasks of firewhiskey and glass pitchers giggle water and suddenly Ron wanted to cry and simultaneously brag to Malfoy. Sure, he hadn’t seen the blonde in a year or so but it’d be nice. The red-head didn’t realise he was drifting toward the giant window until someone spoke up, snapping him out of his thoughts. 

“Ah! Mr. Potter! Mr. Weadley, I’m so glad you could make it!” A wizard dressed in a suit came scurrying over, his chapeign glass almost overflowing with foam.

“It’s Weasley, actually.” Harry didn't hesitate to speak up. “But of course! I was thrilled when Ron decided to come with me! I couldn’t have caught that witch without him. Anyway, where will we be seated?” Harry was using his Auror Voice™ while Ron stood there, trying to recall how on earth he helped his best friend with a case he wasn’t even on.

“I did wh-?” Ron was interrupted.

“Ah. My apologies. Of course, of course.” The man in the suit adjusted his tie before gesturing to the window in the front with his glass.. “Front row, just as you requested.” He took a sip from his glass before walking off to the seat he came from, talking to the witch next to him. 

Harry thanked the man before grabbing Ron’s wrist and bringing him over to their seats. He sat Ron at the seat right in the middle of the big opening. Harry could actually see his friends blue eyes gloss over with tears, causing Harry to chuckle into his hand.  It was so worth fighting that witch and staying in St. Mungos for a week with a concussion, broken hand and a stupid spell that nearly killed him.

“Bloody fucking hell, Harry. What did you do to get these seats?” Ron’s voice did little to hide his excitement. Harry released a chuckle over his friend's excitement, but the sound got louder when Ron literally threw his jacket haphazardly onto the seat only for it to fall to the tiled floor.

“I already told you. Don’t worry about it.” Harry took his seat as he grabbed a bottle of wine from the ice bucket on the coffee table at their feet. He examined the label before nodding his head and popping open the cork.

“Wish I had a camera. Ginny would’ve loved this.” Ron walked past the table to the window, resting his hands on the railing and leaning over, looking across the field.

“Ron, she’s a professional coach-” Harry rolled his eyes, testing the wine with a small sip. He set the dark, tall bottle down on the table with a clank.

“Fred and George then.” Ron turned back to his friend and walked over, plopping himself down in his seat with confidence. Harry snorted, almost dropped his drink all over himself. This was therapeutic; he got to spend time with his best friend without the ever looming death threat of Nose-less Snakey Man breathing down his neck. 

“Yes, I’m sure their jealous tears could flood the shop.” Harry’s voice was filled with sarcasm and it had Ron laughing too. Harry checked his watch while the giggling red-head grabbed an empty glass at the table in front of them and poured himself a shot of firewhiskey. “It’s about 5:53. Game should be starting at 6 something.” He turned to Ron, casting him a smile while he brought his glass to his lips. “Wanna talk about your newest boyfriend or should I ask him for the details myself?”

Ron almost spat out his drink, his hand coming up quickly to catch the dribbles falling off his lips. Blood rushed to his cheeks, ears and before he knew it, he was bright red. He wiped his hands on his jeans, his bottom lip drawn between his teeth.

“I’m sorry, my what? Harry, I’d be lucky if he gave me the time of day let alone be my boyfriend!” Ron ran his hands through his hair, his eyes cast downward into his drink. “I mean, have you seen me lately?” He gestured to himself. “I’m a bloody mess. He could do better anyway.”

“You’re not a mess, Ron, anything but. In fact, you’re probably more put together than I am. Ginny would beg to differ, but I’m sure it’s true.” Harry shook his head in disapproval before taking another sip from his glass. “Besides, you’re a good guy. You did get Mione to fall for you and you are kinda well known, aren't you? I say you got a better chance than most.” Once the niorette male finished, he turned to look at his friend who nodded his head in silent agreement before deciding to change the topic.

“How is Gin, by the way?” 

Harry answered with a long explanation that she was good, but one of her chaser’s kept giving her trouble and didn’t believe Ginny was good for the team. The Harpies would be starting their first game soon and Ron made a note to buy a ticket. The questions came around to his brothers, of course, so Ron 

“Hey! Good for them!” Harry refilled his drink once it was finished and put the glass back in the ice bucket. “And good for you.” Harry checked his watch again when it beeped out, indicating the change in hour. “Game time!” 

The room went silent as the minister walked over to the window, doing his usual speech, but no one was really listening. Ron's legs were bouncing with excitement while his eyes looked across the white, green and orange fans waving flags. Ron should’ve known it would've been the Kenmare Kestrels duking it out against the Chudleys Cannons.

The crowds were going absolutely ballistic over the Kestrels and the screaming only seemed to get louder once the Cannon’s made their appearance. He watched the players zoom past the window, felt the air rush past him and before he could control himself, Ron was back at the railing, practically leaning over. His eyes bounced around the orange and black colored players for the new seeker.

“Harry!” Ron gestured pathetically behind him. “Harry! Come here! Look-” Ron pointed across the field to the seeker who was taking circles in the middle, taking in the crowd. He couldn’t help but stare at your confident smirk as you pulled the goggles over your eyes, casting the crowd a wink. The red-head basically melted.

“Godric, your smitten, aren’t you?” Harry was leaning against the railing next to his friend, his glass still in hand. A smirk came across his lips when his friend turned red again.

“Shut it.”

“You a Cannon fan, Mr.Wealsey?” 

The two ex-aurors turned to see the man who approached them earlier coming to Ron’s free side. The man held a cocky grin and a new drink in his hand, most likely giggle water. The red-head turned back to the game once the whistle sounded.

“Yeah. Have been for years.” Ron didn’t take his eyes off the field.

“Huh, even with their sour reputation? I’m more of a Bats fan, myself. Wouldn’t count this game in favor of the Chudley’s though, new seeker and all.” The man scoffed before sipping his drink. “Good seekers are hard to find. Hogwarts was lucky to have you though, Mr. Potter. Should’ve played Quidditch professionally, if you ask me.”

The two males shared a look with each other and came to the conclusion it’d be better to not fight the man on his clearly biased opinion and clear ass kissing. The pair gazed on, ignoring the crowd forming behind them the longer the game went on. Ron almost shoved his friend over when the announcer yelled you spotted the snitch. Ron blinked and you were standing on your broom, balancing perfectly, leaned over, golden snitch just a few inches from your fingertips.

“He’s a risky bloke, isn’t he?” Harry spoke up, hands going to his chaotic locks. “Gdoric, he’s gonna fall!” He squealed out when your foot shifted just a little too far on the broom.

“He’s bonkers.” Sir Pompous sneered out over his fancy drink, causing Ron to audible groan. 

“Sod off, will you?” Ron was so fucking sick of this man. “Stop bein’ pissy he has more balls than you and he was born without them.” He shot the suited wizard a glare before turning back to the game.  He let out a cheer when you finally grasped the snitch, plopping yourself down on the broom. The freckled male turned to Sir Pompous and smirked. “So.. Wouldn’t put this game in their favor, huh?”

The wizard turned on his heel, grumbling what the two friends assumed to be insults as he walked shamefully to his seat. Harry and Ron clinked glasses, giggling like school girls as they took a victory shot. They sat back in their seats, discussing games and just over all basking in the win. 

“Godric, I could get used to living like this.” Ron sat back, spreading his legs and just feeling confident. Harry rolled his eyes.

“I can’t afford to do this all the time, Ron.”

“I can dream, can’t I?” Ron didn’t blink twice when the door to the ministers box opened or when two voices spoke up. He was busy relaxing.

“It’s an honor to meet you, Coach Dorkins! The Chudley’s have always been my favorite-” The same kiss ass from earlier, spewing the same pompous bullshit as earlier. Ron was gonna fake a gag, but he hesitated. Coach Dorkins? Coach of the- of his favorite team? 

“Ah, well, thank you, but I’m just here to drop off Point Breaker.” As your coach went on with his arm now wrapped around you. Ron whipped around, his jaw was dropping to the floor. “Got a favor to fill in for an old friend. Ah, there he is! Potter!”

“Nice to see you again.” Harry stood up and shook hands with the coach. Ron’s blue eyes bounced between his old friend, his favorite coach and his favorite player. What the fuck was going on? Ron shrunk into his seat when you glanced over. He was acutely aware of his messy outfit and hair and- did he brush his teeth? “Ah! I should introduce you to my good friend, Ronald Weasley-” Harry waved over to his friend, a smile on his face. Ron stood up as well, but almost fell into his chair when he saw you shaking hands with his old friend and suddenly everyone was turning to him.

“Uh-hi-” When did his voice get all high pitched and creaky again. He cleared his throat, wiping his hands on his jeans before shaking hands with the coach. “Sorry, big fan.” 

Dorkins shook his head, saying how he understood between deep chuckles. The male then turned to you, who was standing by his side. He introduced you to the red-head while you held a similar, nervous smile on your face. You held your hand out as you spoke up finally. 

“I know all about you, Mr. Weasley. Well, no not- Wait, not everything like.. Like everything everything, like um- I.. well- Ok, let me start again.” You cleared your throat, shaking the ex-aurors hand. “Hi, I’m (Y/n). I’m a fan, Mr. Weasley.”

Ron was just kinda shaking your hand, confusion filled in his brain. He was just running over your rambling and was so confused. 

“You’re a fan of me?”

“The famous auror? Of course!” You were grinning now and he found himself just staring at you. The two of you missed how Potter and Dorkins were chuckling about star struck fans and wondered somewhere else in the room.

“You played great today-” Ron almost blurted out, his voice turning prepubescent again.

“Thank you! You don’t think it was too much? Too flashy?” 

“No, no, I’d say it has the perfect amount of flash.” Ron shot you a lopsided smile. The smile allowed you to relax some, the star struck tension between the two of you almost dispersing completely as you joked back and forth. You soon found yourself sitting in Harry's abandoned seat, chatting away like you had been friends since your school years. 

“So then- then- hold on, stop laughing-Haha! No, shh! We stole my dad's car just to save him! My brothers didn’t even try to talk me out of it! The only thing my older brother said was “yeah, get the car. We’re gonna find out if it’s considered kidnapping if we’re children"! Mum really chewed us out when we got back that mornin’!” Ron finished his 7th story that night while you were enjoying a nice glass of cold water. You couldn’t get over his terrible impressions of his brothers. More than a few times his stories led to you almost choking on your drink or just letting out a loud laugh.

You told him some stories about your life at home too and only got encouraged by his snickering behind his own drink. You were so open with him, telling him stories of quidditch practice and the strange gifts you got from fans, his favorite being a bra with your face hand painted on it. 

More time passed by as you chatted, finally coming around to just playing 20 questions just day to day stuff. Now, it was your turn to ask a question and honestly, the game shouldn’t even be called 20 questions, it was more like 500 questions.

“Ok. Ok. Is it true that you had a thing for Krum?” You grinned when his cheeks turned red. “I heard from a chaser that you were here when we got on the field and our  keeper was willing to bet his life on this rumor that you had a fling with Krum.” 

“N-no, no fling! Just uh- more of a sexual awakening, if you will.” Ron snorted out, rubbing the back of his neck. His eyes turned away from yours for the first time that night, casting his gaze out across the empty field.

“Ooh! What is the great Ron Weasley’s sexual preference?” You leaned forward, your grin turning to a teasing smirk. You put a hand on his shoulder when he started stuttering over his words. “Come on! You can tell me! I don’t spill secrets.”

“Would hot quidditch players be an acceptable answer?” Ron was playing with a spare ponytail holder on his wrist now, his face turning redder.

“I’d say so.” You smiled, setting down your water glass. 

“What about you?”

“What?”

“I told you mine. It’s only fair, Point Breaker. Spill it.” It was Ron’s turn to get cocky as you blushed. 

“May or may not be hot ex-aruros, but who’s keeping track.” You were not going to admit you’d been fanboying over the red-head since his face came across the Daily Profit. While he knew a lot about your game stats and quotes, you knew about the dark wizards he fought against, how he helped Granger and Potter and decided fighting was too much.

“Oh really?”

“I said maybe. Don’t get cocky. Besides, I could mean Harry-”

“I have a feeling you don’t mean him.”

“Well, what are you going to do about it?”

“How about a date?” Ron leaned back in his chair, gauging your reaction. He mentally sighed when you didn’t appear grossed out or scared.

“Hmm, let me think. “ You pretended to count stuff on your fingers before smiling at the red-head. “Leaky Cauldron?”

“Sure! Tuesday?”

“I’m free after 6.”

“Done.”

[lil-meringue]

Okay, let’s talk The Last of Us part 2 (spoiler warning)

This is going to be more my problems with the game/my response to common complaints than what I loved, but saying that, I did fucking love this game, it really lived up to my expectations. So my first problem with the game is that Joel dies real fast, I love Joel and I would’ve loved to have seen more of him, maybe they could’ve made the game longer and have him die half way through or maybe cut some of Abbys POV so we can see more of Joel but I definitely didn’t think we saw enough of him before he passed. I will say this though I understand that he had to die, I always assumed he would, maybe not that early but definitely that he would, a comment I see aloooooot is that they disrespected his character...they didn’t. Just because a character dies in a brutal fashion, or is killed by a new character/a character that you didn’t like or dies too early doesn’t mean he wasn’t respected. Joels memory was given the A+ treatment, every single flashback was goddamn poetry and probably the best part of the game, especially considering he is a bad guy. I’m sorry to say that but he’s done some fucked up shit, which was discussed heavily in the game that alot of people seem to be ignoring/dismissing.

My next complaint/response is Abby, personally I liked her, maybe I didn’t love her but I definitely liked her, I liked playing as her and I definitely felt for her, what Joel did was bad, sure he did it for Ellie but goddamn it was bad, you don’t exactly get a good look at how bad it is because you’re playing as Joel when it’s happening, but if the hospital massacre was a cutscene or tlou was a movie, that section would be fucking tyrannical, I sorta wished Abby was actually there hiding so we got to see Joel at his worst from one his victims eyes. While I did like her, she had far too much fkn time, honestly there was more her than Ellie which frankly is annoying, also she was in some cases unlikable, they could have made her character a little more fun and likeable and less hard and emotionless, I mean look at Ellie and Joel, both essentially fucking monsters who have torn people who are in their way limb from limb but we had no trouble liking them. Sure they didn’t have the baggage of killing a beloved character but thats even more of a testament to her unlikability, they should’ve tried even harder with her personality, maybe even made her guilty for Joels death, had it haunt her, maybe she fights against the idea of torturing him, she could’ve been apologetic to Ellie and also just make her more happy and fun loving, I know it’s a dark game but you’ve got the guitar loving dad who wants to see his surrogate daughter smile, and the girl who loves puns and dinosaurs and who blushes when Dina looks at her, give Abby a little more character so we can actually love her. I also think @giveamadeuschohisownmovie put it best saying Abby should’ve been Marlenes daughter or at least connected to Marlene instead of choosing an unnamed character and giving him a name and two scenes to flesh him out, if you replaced most of Abbys POV with a bunch of flashbacks of her and Marlene, making you feel for her, seeing how close they were it probably would’ve felt more sympathetic.

In conclusion I loved this game, I adored Ellies section in the first half, I really enjoyed playing as Abby, I thought Levs story was really well handled and honestly the ending had me, I can’t understand how people couldn’t like that ending, Ellie chose revenge instead of moving on, she lost her gf, her child and her ability to play guitar, the last thing connecting her to her father but she didn’t kill Abby, she chose to let her go because if she had killed her she wouldn’t have been any different, she would’ve done the same thing to Lev that Abby did to her, she would’ve been the thing she spent a year trying to kill, the thing she’s been dreaming about for months. If a story doesn’t have a happy ending it doesn’t mean it’s bad, hell there are a crazy amount of stories with even worse endings that are still masterpieces. When I described it to a friend when I finished it I called it “depressingly beautiful” cause that’s what it is, a story handled with care and detail that hurts your heart but it isn’t disrespectful, personally I think everyone has the right to dislike this story, but you really shouldn’t say it’s a bad story, it just isn’t. Personally I don’t like The Godfather or any of the Back to the Future movies but I know they’re good, I like a bunch of stories that I admit are absolute horse shit but I still love them. This story was written with care and the team cared more about making a beautifully written story than giving characters a happy ending, as they should. If you dislike it because of the story then that’s up to you, more power to you, but I will say this if you disliked it because of a trans character, a gay relationship being the focus or Abby having muscles you honestly don’t deserve an opinion.

[crayonpac]

Is your callout true? I saw it on my dash

Yes and no.

I was 16 when the callout was written, so, a minor and it was also three goddamn years ago. I was also undiagnosed with a number of things, being heavily physically, emotionally and sexually abused and unmedicated. I've changed now and have gotten help since then, at least I hope I have.

(I'm going to call the OP 'Goku' to hide their identity for their sake, since neither of us want to think about the other anymore.)

I'm at Goku through the infamous vent app when I was 15 or 16 years old. I just got out of a very abusive relationship with my actual abuser (who was a grown woman) and quickly became friends with them through kinnie shit and a mutual liking of Yokai Watch. We were really close and became queerplatonic partners which we probably should have been because they were in their twenties and I was a minor but we became them anyways.

Due to trauma I used to have a problem where I compulsively lie about certain things, because if I didn't lie my mother would beat me occasionally to the point of nearly killing me or just happened on more than one occasion which Goku had heard, amongst other friends that we shared the time. This was also around the time I'm at my abuser, the one I most frequently talked about on here on Twitter and in my abuser tag.

I told Goku whatever went on between my mother and this abuser and I guess I lied here and there that I forgot to keep up with. I also have dissociative identity disorder so between me and my headmates things would often get mixed up. I will admit that I did hurt Goku during the course of our relationship, in ways he didn't deserve and I definitely manipulated him without knowing it.

Eventually we stopped being friends and I couldn't handle it. One of my alters couldn't handle it. We became so disgustingly dependent on Goku that we didn't know what to do and thought we would die without him so I did everything in our power to bring him back into being our friend. This included the comment on the 8tracks playlist where I guilt tripped him, and getting a friend (who ig fucked off tumblr years ago? I don't know where they are) to convince him I was dead.

That was not okay in the slightest. I don't know what compelled us to think that was okay.

That doesn't make stalking people okay though, and after this is posted I'm going back to a hospital to make sure I get better.

I hope if Goku ever does see this he knows I'm sorry for abusing him, genuinely. He didn't deserve that and I should of just let him go.

Now for the lies the blog tells.

I really shouldn't have to say this, but I don't engage in bestiality that was a rumor started by my rapist when he manipulated one of my headmates for our tumblr password and sent random, disgusting messages to certain people. All of which he knew I knew IRL, or were going to move in with me. I've never had sex with my dog. Nor should I have to say that, christ.

About the pedophilia stuff from my old NSFW blog: I was 12-15 when all that was posted! The cookie run stuff on there was photoshopped, and at that time no character ages were confirmed (which doesn't excuse shit) but I thought (because I was groomed from a very young age) that posting nsfw of minors was okay because I was a minor. It's not. The blog's been deleted since I turned 17.

The fanfiction: any fanfiction that was posted to my Archive of Our Own account that involves bestiality are underage was written was underage to being groomed by an older woman. To my knowledge she's in jail now for what you did to me and several other children but that doesn't make what I wrote okay in the slightest. It will be taken down as soon as possible if I can remember the email that was used to create the account.

Sexual Assault: the one asked who spoke about me sexually assaulting them is a liar, and this isn't me trying to clear my ass either. It happened in a hotel room with another person where he forced me have sex with him with and an older woman for money. I was underage while he was not. The woman was much older than the two of us. I'll answer any questions about this off anon because I don't want my followers reading about a child getting raped.

There we have it. My inbox will be open all night.

Edit: Apparently the woman who assaulted me was trans! Sorry!!

[lr-supernaturaladdict]

Domesticated

Summary: You have known the Winchesters practically your whole life and while looking at the man you love, you relive some of the worst times you’ve shared while falling in love with him. Word Count: 3332

Inspiration for this Fic was an imagine created by @spn-imagines-nation, “Imagine Dean enjoying every moment he can get with your baby” 

Link to Imagine 

Warnings: None other then maybe some strong language. 

You would have never thought that big bad hunter Dean Winchester would be the domestic type. Sure he used to constantly tell you that he never wanted a family while at the same time he would dream about an apple pie life. He would say that he never wanted to raise a child in the world we live in, let alone fall in love with a civilian. Everything changed the day he realized that he had unknowingly fallen in love with you, and you him.

You had been raised in the life much like the Winchesters, but unlike them it wasn’t because of a horrible incident. No, it was because everyone in your family for generations was raised in the life. Much like Dean you hadn’t wanted to have children or even get married, but you frequently dreamed of an apple pie life. You met the Winchesters when you were around eight years old, meaning Dean was around nine and Sam was five. They had instantly become your best friends and had been for years. You encouraged Sam when he wanted to go to college and you comforted Dean when Sam chose to leave. When John Winchester went missing you were with the boys every step of the way. You watched the way Dean would always flirt with other woman, never once looking at you the way he had them. For one reason or another, it never seemed to both you, at least until he got back from hell.

Your relationship with both boys wasn’t perfect however. You fought like cat and mouse most of the time, and Dean seemed to always drive you up a wall. You fought together on hunts perfectly however, always moving together as one. When everything was said and done, that’s when the claws would come out.

“You nearly got yourself killed, again,” you would rasp sadly at your best friend.

“Yeah, well at least it would have been for a good cause,” he would say back gruffly, throwing back another glass of whiskey.

“What’s it worth dying when you’d be hurting the people who care about you?” you would throw back at him.

That would most of the time be the conversations between the two of you after a brutal hunt. Dean was always the self sacrificer. The only reason he had been the one to go to hell was because he had gotten the deal first. You loved Sam like your own brother and would have sold your soul for him in a heartbeat, but being who he was Dean beat you to it. You had asked if he would have done the same for you and his response was just “In a heartbeat.”

The day he was dragged to hell by hellhounds was one of the worst you had to face. Seeing the way they tore into his body nearly killed you. You had to be strong though because you needed to get Sam through it, which you eventually did. Even to this day years later you would have never admitted to anyone about how you would cry yourself to sleep most nights after that, knowing you lost him forever not matter how hard you tried.

The day he came back from hell was like god had heard your empty prayers and painful sobs. It was like the universe knew how bad you were without him, not that anyone ever found out due to you hunting alone after that. You knew from that day you couldn’t live without the green eyed Dean Winchester, even if it was just as his friend and hunting partner.

Seeing him flirt with other woman hurt you like a knife to the gut. You knew he deserved all the happiness he could get, even if it hadn’t been in your arms. When Sam fell to the pit to stop Lucifer it hurt, but it seemed to hurt more when Dean chose to go to Lisas arms, rather than the persons he’s known since childhood. You didn’t know it then but you were hopelessly in love with Dean Winchester.

The moment Sam and Dean had come knocking on your doorstep a year and a half after Sam went in the pit, you were exactly sure what to do. You had nearly made Sam collapse with how hard you hugged him, Dean was just greeted with a gentle hug and a pat on the back. When they had told you about how Sam had lost his soul you wanted to cry for him and the pain he had to endure while in the cage with Michael and Lucifer. Dean seemed more distant then usual when you joined them in hunting. You thought maybe he felt bad for dragging you back into it after you took time off, due to the fact Sam made you promise to live a normal life once he was gone. Little did you know Sam wanted you and Dean to live that life together, he would later tell you how much it irritated you how ignorant you both were about your feelings.

Seeing Cas again after so long felt spectacular. The angel had been family to you since he joined the three of you, so much so it nearly killed you when he betrayed you. Breaking the wall in Sam’s mind and then pretending to be god made you want to rip his throat out, but you knew it wasn’t really him. When Sam had to go the hospital for the hallucinations it hurt you just as much as it hurt Dean, but maybe that was because you hated seeing Dean hurt too.

After you had thought Castiel had died in the lake seeing him again without his memory was a huge shock to you. Dean didn’t outright tell him the truth about who you both were though, more so claiming you were a married couple needing help for his sick brother. You would never admit the butterflies you got in your stomach at the way he wrapped his arms around you.

When Sam got better and Castiel got worse you knew you were in for a rude awakening. Dick Roman had practically taken over the world and chose to ruin your reputations, not that they were good to begin with. You were on the run for months while trying to find a way to put him down and when you finally did, you were the one to finish the blow.

Being in purgatory wasn’t exactly what you had expected. It was grim and dirty, but there weren’t as many monsters as you had thought. Then again with how long you walked to find Castiel, you could understand because the place was huge. In the search for you friend you made an unlikely ally, you would have never guessed you become friends with a vampire, but Benny was good people. He helped you and Cas find the exit to go home, even promised to stay clean while he was out. It hurt when you had to say goodbye to him.

The moment you walked into the old hunting cabin you had stayed in numerous times, you felt the sense of home. You were dirty and gross, all you wanted was a shower and to cry because you lost Cas. You didn’t expect Dean to already be there, so when you were randomly just wet with holy water it came to a huge shock, not as much as being practically tackled to the ground had been however. You hadn’t seen Dean that happy in god knows how long.

“You’re alive,” he had said with his face pressed against your neck. “How, we saw you get blown up?”

You had hugged him back with as much energy your tired body could. “I made a friend,” swallowing thickly you continued. “I lost Castiel though.”

When he had pulled away you saw the emotions flash through his hauntingly beautiful green eyes, and you couldn’t help but wonder when they got so mesmerizing. You barely had time to react when his lips came crashing down to yours. Not expecting it, he pulled away almost like it was a mistake, but when you pulled him back down to you he immediately reacted. He hadn’t told you he loved you that night but with the way he made love to you and the sweet touches he had given you all night long told you everything.

You both had kept your relationship a secret a first because you had bigger things to worry about. Bigger things being closing the gates of hell and saving Kevin Tran. Which led to Sam doing the trials, causing him to nearly die. To say that year had been full of heavy crap was an understatement.

The moment Sam found out about you and his brother he practically threw his hands in the air and laughed. He knew it was a matter of time before you had gotten together and was actually kind of pissed you didn’t tell him right away. Though he was also possessed by the angel Ezekiel at the time, who turned out to be Gadreel, heavens most wanted.

Having to deal with fallen angels and a rogue Gadreel had been the least of your worries. When you found out Abaddon had been making plans to overthrow hell, it just continued to make matters worse. When Crowley came to you specifically you were on edge about it. When he made a comment about asking Dean to do it, that’s when you gave.

“I could always ask Squirrel, I’m sure he’d love to do it Kitten. Hero complex and all,” he had moved his hand around as he spoke in his devilish accent.

“You will not, I repeat not go to Dean,” you had pointed a finger at him and all but growled. “He’s already done enough. I’ll do it.”

“Perfect,” he smiled his cheeky grin.

“What exactly do I have to do?”

Getting the mark from Cain himself had been tough, he admired your willing to save the world though. So with a great warning he transferred the mark to you. Both Sam and Dean had been up the wall about you doing such a thing, so much so they both tried to get you to give it to one of them. You refused every single time, knowing full well the world needed them both and that the mark would ultimately lead to something similar to death.

Killing Abaddon had been easier then you thought, although not being able to control yourself and nearly killing Sam too was a pretty heavy blow. The Winchesters had agreed that you needed to control your blood lust and took the blade away from you, it only kept the need down so long until you needed to kill again. You even had to stop sharing a bed with Dean because you had tried to kill him in your sleep.

Being killed while trying to kill metatron sucked to say the least. You knew you weren’t in heaven but you also knew it wasn’t hell you had been in. You just sat in darkness, though you knew you were dead. Then in came Crowley with the blade, and you woke up feeling different. The blood lust was still there but you were stronger and you didn’t quite care for anything anymore.

You had become a demon, not just any demon but a knight. Crowley tried to control you but soon learned that you weren’t going to listen to him. When that kid named Cole came after you, it took all of you not to kill him. He had thought you killed his father, when in reality it had been Dean to pull the trigger. Damn monsters.

When Dean had learned about you becoming a demon it nearly broke him. He stopped at nothing to find you, along with Sam. You nearly beat them both to death when they finally did, giving them one more chance to let you go. You had been unfaithful to Dean and he knew it, but he didn’t seem to care due to the state you were in. You claimed he was nothing, just a quick lay that stayed around and yet he still fought.

Being cured wasn’t a walk in the park. It felt like there had been fire in your veins each and every time. You still didn’t quite understand how they got you here but chose to just throw low blows at them whenever you could. Making sure to tell Dean how much of a fuck up he was or to tell Sam that the world would be better off without him. You eventually even got free, hunting them both throughout the bunker. Promising Dean that you would fuck him one more time before you finally slit his throat. When they had locked you in one of the rooms, you smashed it down with ease. It wasn’t until angel boy showed up and stopped you that you finally let go.

Damn did you feel like an asshole once you were human again. You apologized to both brothers for weeks. You tried to avoid Dean as much as you could, even when he had said it was okay. He knew you weren’t yourself and that you didn’t mean any of it. You told him that until the mark was gone that it would be better to split, and he didn’t take that well.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Dean had yelled at you the moment the words left your lips.

“Dean I used to try and kill you in your sleep. Not to mention I cheated on you when I was a demon. I did horrible things, and the worst part is that I liked it,” you had yelled back just as loud.

“I don’t care about that shit, (Y/N/N),” he gripped your shoulders tightly. “I want you to be okay as much as you do, but I need you by my side. No matter what happens.”

“I can’t hurt you again, De,” you nearly sobbed looking up at his green eyes, seeing how much you had hurt him.

Things definitely got worse as the days went on. You had killed humans, ones that definitely deserved something bad to happen to them, but not the way you took them out. You just wanted to protect what was left of Jimmy Novak, his daughter Claire. Blood was everywhere in the house, it had turned into a bloodbath where they had no chance to fight back. Dean had to carry you out of the house because of how out of it you were.

The boys found the book of the damned and decided to try and use it to free you of the mark, but that only ended in more bloodshed. Your friend Charlie had been in the middle of it all and lost her life trying to help protect that stupid book. That night you snapped for the final time, taking out the entire family responsible for it. You decided you couldn’t be around any longer to watch people die, especially at your hand so you reached out to the one thing that’s even older than the mark itself. Death.

“You know full well I can’t just kill you right? That thing on your arm will never let you die, it needs it’s host alive,” Death had said, looking you up and down.

“I don’t care what you need to do, even if you need to cut the damn thing off,” you had thrown your hands up almost in a shrug.

“You’re not going to do anything,” you heard Sam say.

“(Y/N), come home,” Dean looked at you with pleading eyes.

“I can’t,” you looked at the two men you grew up with. The one who became your best friend and the other who became your lover. “I can’t hurt you.”

“I’m going to take her far away,” Death looked at them and then you. “But you need to end them first, or they’ll never stop. That thing on your arm must not be released.”

You had taken to beating both Sam and Dean until they submitted. They looked at you sadly when Death handed you your scythe. They had refused to close their eyes even as you started to cry, you knew death was right you needed to do it but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. So in turn you killed Death himself.

The moment you felt the mark leave you was almost an immediate release that turned into complete dread. Releasing the darkness was something you didn’t even think would happened. When you had finally made it home to the bunker, you nearly broke down. You had blamed yourself for the bad that was consuming the world. Dean had taken you in his arms and comforted you throughout the night, making love to you throughout it all for the first time in months. You felt like you were in the place you belonged.

Finding out you were pregnant was a major blow to your life. You had just found out that Lucifer was possessing Castiel and Chuck was god. God was the person in fact to tell you that you were carrying. You were happy and pissed all at the same time. How could you bring a child into this world when the darkness was in it.

In the end that’s what made Amara appreciate life. You had volunteered to confront her in due to your odd connection. The only ones who knew you were pregnant had been Chuck and Lucifer. Lucifer hadn’t cared about your unborn child but God had tried to beg you not to, eventually agreeing you would be best for the job.

She finally realized that family was important and stopped God from dying, they eventually left. She gave you the gift of the promise your child would always be safe and healthy, but she gave the Winchesters something too. They got their mother back.

Looking back now at your long life with Dean Winchester it had been a wild ride. You had been friends to lovers and to your surprised he was happy about having a baby. He was pissed you could’ve gotten yourself killed by Amara but happy nonetheless. He even made a point to make sure you were on house arrest while you finished off your pregnancy.

Leaning against the doorframe to your son’s room, watching the man you love read to him made your heart swell. Ever since he had been born you couldn’t keep them away from each other. Dean never told you why exactly he coddled him so much but when you really thought about it, you assumed it was because of the way his own father was. He didn’t want to become another John Winchester.

“You know staring is rude,” you could hear the smirk in his voice as he continued looking at the small book in his hands, holding your son to his chest.

“Can’t help that I enjoy the view,” you said with a smile plastered on your face as you walked over to him.

“I know I’m pretty but no funny business with him in the room,” he looked up at you and you could see the love radiating from his eyes.

Picking your son up from Dean you could feel him squirm slightly before burying his head in your neck. He was about about a year old but he was a very behaved child, even for being part Winchester. “You wish Winchester,” you scrunch your nose before kissing your sons head, “Hey little man.”

Wiggling against you he cooed and gripped your shoulder tightly. You barely noticed as Dean’s arms snaked around your waist. He pulled you onto his lap and kissed you softly. “I love you, baby,” he smirked when you cheeks tinted red slightly. He rarely said those words but when he did, you knew he meant them.

“I love you too, Winchester.”

Masterlist 

[bartallenisbae]

The Newest Green lantern

This is basically a Christian comic book so if you don’t believe in God you might wan to scroll down

I don’t own anything I just own My oc and this is based on young justice universe and I don’t know much about the green lanterns so I’m having some of the green lantern movie that sucked also this is based on if DC worshiped God and had him be the source of power and there is a bit of feminism

I would love if you liked and commented,I’m pretty new at writing

God created the earth but also created the other living planets.God saw that the Devil was sending Demons on those planets after Jesus had died for all of his people including the other planets and resurrected. God had created the lanterns and other superheroes to stop the demons and to help protect his people.

   Almost all the green lanterns were on mogo(The green lanterns planet basically) and they were in a serious situation,Ferenc Aldebaran was back. Sodam yat,one of their best green lantern’s has had his ship lose control from damage after a battle.They have no idea who will be positioned to get the newest power ring, even Hal jordan was a bit nervous,Who would God choose to be the newest green lantern.

          Amanda Farwell was just trying to get through another day of school and life. All she wanted to do was go home and hug her dogs after being alone for so long. She was just a girl that respected other’s belief but others didn’t accept hers.

 She was a strong hearted christian that tried to do everything God said to in the Bible. She was normally upfront about what she believed and didn’t want to hurt others like those people who hate police because one police guy shot someone.

  She had no care in the world that others didn’t have the same belief as her heck she was glad others didn’t because it would be boring.She never wanted to harm anyone unless they meant to hurt others and felt that no one deserves to be cussed at. She didn’t have many friends hardly any,she was bullied quite a bit for saying what she thought a lot but that didn't stop her,She sat alone at lunch and no one ever bothered to sit next to her.

   She had one best friend and a few online friends she talks(texts) to. She had four older siblings. Tom was the oldest, Tiffany was the second,Asher was the third, Milo was the fourth and Amanda was the youngest,the fifth.

   Her brother tom and her don’t know each other much since he left for college when he was 18 and she was like 6 but she still loved him with all her heart .Her sister Tiffany and her love each other more than anything but Amanda has to admit that she is jealous of her.Tiffany is the perfect daughter,she was cheer captain,class president,she was popular,hard working, and is now a perfect wife and mother now.

   Her brother Asher was the troubled kid but he ended up good.He caused her parents to fight with each other a bit more then they usually do, they fought over what was good for his well being. Asher did some drugs and got into some pretty bad stuff but after all the trouble he ended up signing up for the army.She loved Asher and she knew him better than she knew her brother tom.

   Milo was a teddy bear and the closest sibling to her that she knows. They both had a lot in common. Milo moved out recently and Amanda did miss him a lot but she wasn’t going to miss the smell of his room. All her siblings were out of the house living their own lives and where all christians like her .

Her Dad was very passionate over things he loved and could ramble for hours over science but he did have quite the temper when he was frustrated. He never hurt her but his temper was annoying,he would put a fake laugh but it was easy to see it was fake.Her dad was also a christian.

  Her mom was a loving and caring and patient christian woman who was very hard working and loved being a mother so much that she started a home daycare and she watched a few kids,one of the most challenging kids was a autistic child that was 3 and he was nonverbal which means he can’t speak.

  His name was timmy and he was the reason Amanda wanted autism to be in movies more often and to be talked about more often since gays and trans act like they have have the worst life while timmy may never be able to speak,yes she did believe that gays and trans deserve respect and have no right to be bullied but if you try to take others rights away just because they think that gay marriage is wrong then they will end up with no rights at all.

  To be honest Amanda has been told that she is a lot like her mom. Amanda was loving,caring,dorky,passionate over what she loves which is reading, and brave and shy when it comes to new people.

 Amanda had blonde hair,wasn’t that tall,she was 16 and wasn’t that good at science or any math and loved going on walks she wasn’t that big a fan of running which her parents bothered her about.

  Sodam yat had his green lantern suit on,he had black hair that was shaved on left and right but not on top and his ship.Sodam yat was on his ship heading towards earth. He had no control of his ship since something broke during the battle with Ferenc Aldebaran and hal Jordan was on morgo so he was alone,he prayed that God would save him but he had a feeling that heaven wasn’t that far from him now.

  If he lands on earth at the speed he was going there was no way he wouldn't make it out alive. He was about to hit earth so he sent one last message to his lantern brothers and sisters “my family,there is a big chance I will not make out this so I will ask God to have my ring to find a new lantern and hopefully I will have enough life in me to tell him or her what to do,Hal jordan I am going to hit earth there is no time for you to save me before I die,You hal jordan you will need to teach the new lantern,God has always had the ring pick who is best to join the lanterns with his power.goodbye my friends I pray that God will have others tell my story*crash*”.

   As sodam yat hit earth,he landed in lake Michigan in the water.He got his ring off and told it “God I beg of you to find someone who will use this ring you gave them for good”.The ring flew to go do what sodam yat told it to do.

This happened at night so if you saw it,it would seem like a green shooting star(yeah the ring was going pretty fast,and yes the justice league did see the ship crash but they covered it up saying it was a asteroid)

   Amanda was wearing a t-shirt and long jeans with her hair in a ponytail.Amanda was in geometry trying to understand it which she hardly ever did,when someone hit her in the back of her with a piece of paper crushed into a ball. Amanda picked up the paper and read it. It said “You dumb blonde just go away, no one want’s a loser that can’t even answer a simple math problem but acts like she is so smart”

  While she was reading the note it was easy to hear whispering laughs of students.Amanda just ignored it and got up and threw it away.She knew that she would graduate from the nightmare of a school and go to the city and become an author.While those boys would be getting drunk in their homeless junkyard,alone.

   All she hand had to do was survive one this class and she would be able to leave and go home to read while hugging her dog princess.When the bell rang she got her stuff and left.She didn’t have homework since she was able to finish all of it since she had a lot of alone time to do it in school.She knew God's promise would full fill.I will curse those who curse you and bless those who bless you God told Abraham.

   To be honest she wasn’t a fan of abraham or the most famous prophet’s like david.She felt horrible for hagar and bathsheba in the bible. Both had no choice like esther to have to slept with men. She wouldn’t be able to say that esther,hagar,and bathsheba weren’t raped by abraham,david,and the king in esther’s time but she couldn’t say they were. It’s not that she hated abraham or david oh no she was amazed how God used them. It was more like when you like a character but they aren’t your favorite.

   Her favorite was elijah,he was loyal yet had his doubts like everyone has at some point,it never mentioned in the bible if he had a wife or wives,he was harsh but he helped a lot of people too.

   She was home home alone,her parents were going out to dinner at a restaurant since it was friday night. Amanda changed her clothes,she wore a green crop top and long jeans with her hair in a french braid .She was eating ordered pizza that she ordered while her dog princess was sitting on the couch next to her and her dog Oreo was sitting on the rug next to her. The living room was painted light yellow and the two couches were brown and leather.

  Princess was a great dog that was old, she had been part of the family since Amanda was 3,Princess was so patient that a few daycare kids have slept on her and she just laid there until they woke up. Princess was a brindle boxer.

Her other dog Oreo was a brat that only loved Amanda’s mom when her mom was around but she did love Oreo even if she only showed affection to her mom.Oreo was a morkie and was 3 years old.

   Amanda was reading a good fanfic in the middle of the night around 11:30 when her dog Oreo was bothering her about going outside so she got up from the couch “Princess don’t move i’ll be right back” Amanda said not wanting her old dog to get up and follow her to see if she is heading for food.

   When Amanda let Oreo out she saw something, ‘it is an asteroid’ Amanda thought as she got out her phone to see if there was any report of any asteroid shower ,and there was a news thing saying there was a small sized asteroid heading towards earth. Amanda shrugged and went back inside.

    She was back to petting her her dog when she felt something go into her back,like a breeze(it was the ring).Amanda ignored it,she heard her dog oreo wanted to come inside so Amanda went to let her dog in. When she let her dog in she became a green ball and flew,Amanda screamed in confusion.

  She ended up at lake michigan. She looked around confused “How the heck did I end up here” Amanda screamed.Amanda gasped when she saw the alien ship,She ran to the ship to help,she went to help and see if anyone was in the ship.

  Other’s would run away but Amanda was too curious of a girl to go tell someone then not know what just happened and what was in that ship. She walked slowly and cautiously to the ship,She heard someone breathing hard,the noise was coming from the ship.

   The ship was as big as a classroom, it was black and it had certain parts of the ship that glowed green. Inside the ship was a man well she thought he was,he looked human but something was different about him.He had black hair and brown eye’s and had a weird outfit(He wasn’t wearing the green lantern suit,he isn’t wearing the ring so no suit ,he is wearing what his planet wears).

   He slowly and painfully turned his head to see her and he smiled a sweet smile of relief “huh a teenager, that’s new”he said humorously. ‘What the heck does that mean’ Amanda thought “Oh fine if you don’t want help then goodbye” Amanda said in angry and started stomping away “No wait, I didn’t mean to offend you,please let me explain,My name is Sodam yat and I was a green lantern and it appears that God has chose you to be the newest Green lantern ”.

Amanda stopped and turned “Ok Prove you are a lantern” Sodam yat gave Amanda the lantern and gave her the ring weakly “Trust me,all will be revealed God has chose you to help people,he see’s bravery in you and knows you will do well”.Amanda couldn’t believe that God would choose her out of all the people on earth,she thought he had to be lying. Sodam yat's eyes were closing,Amanda noticed and started trying to bring him back by putting her hand on his chest and started pumping to keep it alive.

 He died as she did everything she could to help. She stopped when she noticed he stopped breathing.She put the ring on because she felt like it was calling her.

  When she put it on everything went white then she saw her in the middle of nothing but white.She heard someone kindly whisper in her ear “It’s ok Amanda don’t be scared for I have heard your tears of depression and have chosen you to become the example of women” .Amanda turned to see nothing “God why me,I’m just a normal girl” “My child you are so much more,as you know there is no such thing as normal.I promise you that you will be the example of women,you will represent women,you will be the one that will be the justice to the women who were forced into marriage and raped and called concubine in the bible times through your time. You will be loyal and brave and your future offsprings will just as loyal and brave,and your offspring will all be you and your one husband”

 Amanda was still confused,she was still looking around “God this can’t be true,look I’m just a sixteen year old girl”, “You are right about one thing,you are 16 but never forget many have done great things younger,mary was 13 when she had jesus,trust me my child you will be called the esther and ruth in your time for you are beautiful and are loyal, and you will bring justice to hagar and all the other women by showing women are not just to give birth but heal,love,and give birth for your generation is heading back to the times where women are just to breed for child you are proof of that” Amanda rubbed her eyes then was back to earth with the dead alien in front of her

  Amanda called a friend she knows that lived close to michigan lake.She grabbed the lantern lamp and puts the ring on her ring finger and waited for her friend.Her friend picked her up and asked “Why were you alone at night in chicago and where did you get that lamp” Amanda sighed and tucked some hair under her right ear “Don’t ask”.

     At 9:30 am Aquaman got the dead lanterns ship out of the lake as batman and the green lantern(hal jordan) were connecting all the dots together.batman was looking at the dead lanterns ring finger which had no ring on it “What happens to the ring after they die” Batman said dropping the hand not really caring since the lantern is not able to feel pain since he is dead.

  Green lantern stood looking around to make sure no one is listening but the people who he wants to hear “well when a lantern knows it's going to die it tells the ring to go find someone worthy,then other lanterns explain the newest lanter and gets the lantern lamp and trains them”.

   Batman nods silently and toughly as usual and brings out a black phone and calls someone on it “Alfred look into the security cameras in michigan lake around 9:00 pm through 12:00 from yesterday”.”Alright master bruce”.

  It’s 4:00 pm in the Justice league space quarters and all of the members were there there.Batman was on the computer looking at the camera’s in michigan lake. The green lantern was nervous about having to train the young lantern,he was hoping to train a guy in his twenty’s at least because it sounded easier for him. Batman stopped and turned.  

    “Well I found who is the newest green lantern and...well hal you ain’t going to be too happy” Hal ran to see the camera to see a teenage blonde girl trying to help the alien “ “OH COME ON” hal screamed,everyone looked at him in confusion.