#they’re gonna be doing this for a while so I really suggest you block them if you don’t want to be spoiled

[terriblegam2r]

PSA to my fellow Richonners and Walking Dead Fans:

Some asshole is posting spoilers for The Ones Who Live in the Richonne tag (and literally every other walking dead/cast member tags) without any warning or consideration for those who don’t want to be spoiled for this show.

If you don’t want to be spoiled make sure you block user “twdspoilers4theprivileged”.

Danai literally begged a few times at the premiere for no one to spoil this show, so anyone who goes against that is purposefully disrespecting her, Andy, Gimple and everyone who worked hard on this show.PLEASE REBLOG THIS IF YOU CAN TO HELP GET THE WORD OUT TO MORE FANS. I know a lot of people still don’t want to be spoiled, and they shouldn’t be bombarded with it unexpectedly in a tag that’s suppose to be safe.

[moonstruckme]

Hey!! I saw your posts about colour blind!reader and reader with hearing problems and i really love them, I have to wear hearing aids myself so it is really lovely to see some representation!! So I was wondering if you could do remus x reader (or any marauder i don't mind) where the readers hearing aids broke and remus has to help them communicate for the day while they wait to get them fixed? If you aren't comfortable with that don't worry<33

I'm so glad you liked them sweetness, thanks for requesting! Unfortunately I don't have anyone in my life who uses hearing aids that I could consult about this, so I had to rely on the internet and apologize for any inaccuracies <33

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 653 words

“Moony,” James says, cocking his head at you inside Remus’ car. You’re sitting placidly in the passenger seat while the car trembles with bass. “What’s she doing?”

“She likes the vibrations,” Remus replies, carrying a giant tupperware container of chili. Ever since he moved in with Lily, James has taken to “accidentally” making too much of nearly every meal they have so that his friends are forced to come over and take home leftovers. (“I thought the recipe was supposed to be tripled,” James had said over the phone. “You’ve gotta take some off my hands, Moony, it’s gonna go bad.”) 

“She’s gonna be shaking the whole block if she turns that up any louder,” Sirius says, following them out of the house. “How can she stand it?”

“Hearing aids broke yesterday,” Remus explains, opening the passenger door. James flinches at the sound that bursts out, and Remus hands you the chili before reaching around you to turn down the dial on the radio. “We’re waiting for the shop to call so we can pick them up,” he finishes. 

You wave at the boys, and they wave back with smiles somewhat bemused. 

“How bad is her hearing without them?” James asks concernedly. 

You go to respond, having read the question on his lips, but Remus sets a hand on your shoulder. 

Hold on, he signs to you. This will be more fun. 

You roll your eyes, but play along with his game, letting Remus speak for you as if you can’t do it yourself. 

“She can’t hear much of anything,” Remus says. It’s the honest truth, though he neglects to mention that you’re still perfectly capable of speaking and also quite skilled at reading lips even without the aids. “Some loud noises or things with a deep pitch, but not enough to make out speech.” 

“Huh,” James says. “Well, tell her I hope she enjoys the chili.” 

This is great, Remus signs to you. I never get to practice. 

You’re mean, you sign back, even as your lips twitch at the corners.

“She says she’s sure she will,” Remus says. “Thanks for saving us some.” 

James grins. “No problem.” 

“If she really likes vibrations, she should come take a ride on my bike sometime,” Sirius suggests, and he’s smiling, because he knows exactly how Remus will feel about that offer. Remus hates the idea of even Sirius, let alone you, on a motorcycle. “Tell ‘er, Moons.” 

You’re already looking at Remus with a mischievous smile. 

No way, he tells you. Not happening.

Buzzkill, you fingerspell. 

Remus shrugs, and he doesn’t need to sign anything for you to read and what about it? in his expression. 

“Ooh, they’re fighting,” Sirius deduces, laughing darkly. “This sign language stuff isn’t so hard to pick up on, is it Prongs? You can get the general meaning from their faces.” 

Remus plasters on a smile. Not hard? I’ve been learning for two years, he vents to you. 

You give a little laugh. Don’t listen, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. But at least tell him I said thanks for the offer.

Remus turns to Sirius. “She says fuck you.” 

You make a sound of offense, slapping Remus’ arm lightly. 

“Okay, okay,” he relents. “She said thank you for the offer. But no.” 

“It’s crazy,” James says with a little smile. “Everything you’re claiming she says sounds exactly like what you would say if you could choose, Moony.” He glances at you, and you raise your eyebrows like I know, right?

“Alright, we’d better be off,” Remus decides, shutting your door for you and rounding the front of the car. “Thanks for the chili, Prongs. And Pads, your bike is banned to her, so don’t offer again.” 

“Buzzkill,” Sirius calls after him, but Remus pretends not to hear, shutting his door. 

“Hey,” you say, your voice a bit louder than you’d usually allow. You’re grinning at Remus. “That’s exactly what I said!”

[r3starttt]

STREAMER e! x TATTOO ARTIST r!

Check this as well and share as much information as possible about Palestine :)

streamer! Ellie who wanted to get a second tattoo and talked about it on stream (bad idea) just to know people’s experiences and to get recommendations for where to go get it.

streamer! Ellie who almost exposed her ex girlfriend by sharing the story of her first tattoo (some people ended up searching and finding her on social media but none of them said anything about it so everyone moved on)

streamer! Ellie who designed her tattoo and then asked her followers to help her choose what else she should do and where (for the first time most people acted seriously and helped her choose the nicest option)

She was wearing glasses, reflecting the stream chat as she got closer to the screen. She’s been half stream reading all comments and blocking basically everyone that didn’t take this whole situation seriously “y’all I suck at making decisions and I can’t go and get my whole body tattooed y’ know?”

streamer! Ellie who searched on all her followers suggestions and chose you just because you were already following her and you were hot duhh

streamer! Ellie who revealed the studio she’d chosen and took the chance to do some promotion to your studio and social media.

“Guys stop it, it’s not because she’s hot- I mean she probably is I didn’t check but” she gave up, moving her legs to rest on top of the chair and placing her arms around them, resting her chin on her knees and holding her vape as if it could fall at any moment “I’m not gonna fight with you guys… y’all are so annoying”

streamer! Ellie who wanted to get tattooed on live but took her time to ask after making the appointment. She had a plan b ofc

streamer! Ellie who apologized for the comments you were getting on live and couldn’t help but end obsessed with you because you were all cool with it and even started to interact with her followers too.

“They’re saying you chose this place because of me” a small chuckle escaped your lips, shifting your eyes from the screen on Ellie’s phone to her very notorious ashamed face “Nah they’re just annoying, not that you’re not hot or anything just…” “don’t explain then, it’s fine”

streamer! Ellie who was silently crying as she hold her phone as far as possible, trying to hide her pain from both you and the people watching the stream

“If you need to stop just tell me, it’s alright” you could see some laughing emotes in the screen from the corner on your eye, assuming people were making fun of her. You apologized in a whisper, trying not to laugh at her too “How was the other tattoo? that area is more painful” it was definitely a lie, but she was hot and on live and you needed to cover the small mistake you’ve just made by exposing her crybaby ass.

streamer! Ellie who shared the meaning behind the tattoo and got you and everyone watching the stream fangirling because she’s so smart and hot and sweet and the way she explained it and her process and just everything she said was just so so perfect of her.

streamer! Ellie who failed on making eye contact with you but took the small chance she got while she explained the tattoo thing to look as you for some seconds (she had that sheepishly smile ughhh)

streamer! Ellie who kept on asking you the whole session about your story with the tattoos and the studio and just everything about you.

streamer! Ellie who after the session and stream ended really tried to invite you out someday but couldn’t so only tried complimented you and promised you she’ll come back soon because she loved the whole experience with you (she really did)

[twst-drabbles]

Malleus 16

Summary: Class has ended and you’re ready to eat for lunch, but everyone has stopped at the door. Turns out Malleus was there, and he craves affection.

(Wanted to write about kisses. And then Malleus popped into my head. So here you go!)

“Um, hey, Prefect?” Oh, well would you look at that, it’s Deuce speaking up this time, “Can I… copy your notes again? Please?”

“Yeah, I really couldn’t pay attention,” Grim tapped his paws on your desk, like that’ll somehow endear you to him, “besides, the board is so far away.”

You and your group are two seats away from said board.

“Yeah, come on,” Ace laid an arm across the back of your seat, “do us a solid, yeah? You know you want to. Can’t resist the call of enlightening our tiny little brains.”

“What are you gonna give me?” You closed your notebook just so Ace and Deuce don’t have a chance to look at your notes. “I’ve been saving your asses for the past two weeks. You gotta give me something.”

“Hehe, that’s my minion! If you want a fast pass, you need to give us reparations in tuna!” He cheered, once more using ‘we’ as soon as he thinks he’s getting something.

“You have to pay too, Cat.”

There will be no ‘we’ this time.

“What?! Why?!”

You tried tutoring them in the past but having Ace, Deuce and Grim all in the same room for more than ten minutes always leads to either an argument breaking out, a bunch of whining, or just general chaos because one or more people tried to slip out of trouble.

Yeah, yeah it’s partially your fault for losing patience and just giving up on them, but you’d think they’d at least pay attention long enough to take notes.

They’re right there! On the board!

They have no excuse and they have to at least pay you back for this emotional trouble.

Was this petty? Yes, very. You don’t care right now. You want a treat. Or money. Or both!

“Huh, ah, well,” Deuce got sheepish and reached into his pockets, “I have gum.”

“No.” He has disappointed you. An unworthy treat for your notes.

“How about I only eat three-fourths of your food this time?” Suggested Grim.

“My treat is me giving you more of my food?” And you don’t even give it, he just steals it!

Grim hissed. He was probably hoping you didn’t know fractions. But, good on him for finally learning. Shame his first thought was to try and trick you with it.

“Okay guys, you all know that’s not what the Prefect really wants,” Ace leans in, acting chummy, “how about this?”

You were given one thaumark.

“…”

“Alright listen, I need the rest to buy other things, okay?”

You got up after calmly putting your notes away. “I’m going to get lunch.”

“No wait come back!”

But, as much as you wanted to walk out and sit at the regular table while your friends slowly fill in the seats, the exit to the classroom was blocked by a cluster of murmuring and rather nervous students.

“What’s he doing here?” You heard one whisper.

“Uh, did we do something? Were we too loud?”

“I’m really hungry but…”

You are not in the mood. You tried to excuse yourself as you bumped into shoulders but you had to settle for grumbled apologies instead as you shoved yourself through.

Finally, you popped out of the other side, a little more heated and more irritable.

“There you are, Child of Man,” so goes the voice of Malleus, who stood to the side of the door, waiting. The cause of this blockage, students frozen with only his green-eyed stare. “I was kept waiting quite a while. How bold of you to do this, after the slight you made this morning.”

What?

“Wha?” Your annoyance was momentarily replaced by bafflement, but that quickly went away when your brain caught up to his words. You grumbled, “Oh, come on…”

Yeah, you’re probably not even gonna eat at the cafeteria. You’re just gonna get your food and go hide away somewhere until you cooled down.

Malleus walked forward, the surge of students all taking a collective step back as though his very air could potentially kill them.

“Well? Don’t you remember?” He crossed his arms and you were ready for that high-brow glare that comes with all people of royalty, but instead, you found an exaggerated and childish pout. “You forgot to give me my morning greeting. I felt off the entire morning, unable to focus, because I didn’t have the memory of you kissing my brow fresh in my mind.”

A hush fell over the classroom.

And then a, “Huh?!” shot out of Ace’s mouth.

You snorted, then gave out a hearty chuckle. Once you calmed down, you waved Malleus over.

“Alright, alright, get over here. Let me correct that.”

A laugh rumbled low in his throat as he tilted his head into your hand. Playfully, you lightly pinched his ear, just because his pointy ears always caught your attention. He twitched, breath hitching just the slightest bit, and you couldn’t resist the urge anymore and kissed above his brow.

Malleus’s lashes fluttered open and the sigh that escaped him reminded you of a pure-hearted maiden with a fast-beating heart. And yet, there’s nothing delicate about the way he stood. If anything, the affection flowing through him made his pride more apparent. He practically glowed with that royal grace he was taught to have.

You couldn’t help yourself. You gave him an extra kiss on the corner of his lips. Malleus nearly hissed in a breath as he clamped his hand over your own, his body leaning in closer towards yours, as though he wanted to meld with you.

But, with a chuckle, you pulled away and he had no choice but to let go. Malleus was back to pouting, though this time, cheeks flushed and hair slightly messier than usual. The air around you was slightly charged with wayward magic, causing the hair on your body to stand on end. And his eyes…

Well, whoops.

“Good morning. I’ll see you later, okay?”

Better get out of here before Malleus jumps you right in this hallway.

[konjkitkatty]

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That’s all for now!! Have a nice stay in the candy bowl!!

[shakespearean-dream]

TW!!! — blood, scarring and mild body horror ahead 🥲

benny’s turn!

before i start i wanna clarify i hesitated a bit on posting this because lovely mutual @vor-leser just posted his benny interpretation (go look at it and follow him btw), and idk if we like mind melded or smth but our human benny’s are super similar LOL. i damn near scrapped the whole thing out of fear someone would get mad at me but i Would Not be able to start over and get this done ever so this is as good as we’re gonna get. 😭 my apologies niko love u /p

this has been like a full 7 days in the making 😭😭 the art block that i felt coming on while doing ellen and ted hit me like an optimus prime sized semi truck this week along with a depressive episode so i definitely appreciate that happening and i am not upset about it at all! /s i’m totally good so don’t worry or anything /gen, mental health is just weird and i also wanted to explain the gap in my posts 😔

i do not know how to feel about this drawing if i’m so fr with you; i’m proud of myself for AM-ified benny cause i think i got the slowly rotting from the inside out primal freak energy down pretty good, but on the other hand this feels kinda empty?? i usually have a lot more commentary squished in here but i think my brain’s a little fried 🤦‍♂️ i love drawing me some beautiful buff men though so drawing normal ben was familiar territory. however his wack ass haircut i gave him is his punishment for being a PRICK!!! go sit in the corner and think about ur actions benjamin.

like ted n the rest of the sillies i’m not straying too far from canon with his personality, he’s an ass and a murderer and a hella smart dickhead who desperately needs to be punished by the universe (thank you for that one AM). hot take i did not like his “redemption arc” in his game scenario and i don’t think with how he was throughout the entirety of his life (and also throughout the game, main example his inner dialogue) he would actually go out of his way to help the kid because he means it??? n prove he changed to the guys he killed cause he means it??? i dunno maybe AM torturing him made him have a main character “omg i’ve been in the wrong this whole time!!1” moment like the game suggests i’m just not buying it 💀 i’m sure it’s just cause bennys scenario couldn’t be too long and they couldn’t fully flesh him out which i won’t fault the game makers for. i’m a steven universe fan, i know what time constrictions can do to a plot and redemption arc 😭 looking at you white diamond…

his wife n kids are up top and they’re kinda neat to me— i was considering the hc that part of the reason manya (his canon wife) left him is because she realized she was a lesbian which would be funny as fuck considering benny’s also One Of Them Queers 😭. i think during the brief times he was home and able to parent his daughters they got really scared and tired of him, one because he’s just a very threatening powerful and overbearing man, but also because i feel like he would’ve been on their ASS about everything. grades, extracurriculars, friends, wardrobe, this guy was micromanaging his family to an annoying extreme (ofc because of his perfectionist complex). he probably loved manya and the kids in his own weird way, but it was more contractual to him than any real personal relationship. maybe he inherited that from his own parents?? i doubt he ever talked to them after he moved out.

that’s about the end of my thoughts on this fucker. 🥲 funny storyyyy i just remembered i have laundry to finish so im gonna go do that, lord help me. thank you for reading all this if you did!!!!! we’re over halfway through so who do yall want next? wanna save AM or nimdok for last? i’ll see u guys later :]]]

[berylcups]

PT 1-How La Squadra react to you calling them their nickname/term of endearment:

CW: suggestive content

Notes: Here's something small to help with my writers block. If any of you all have any small asks like these send them to me so I can fight this block! I really wanna continue my perv series! Also pt 2 of this HC will be done soon. I want to add a lil something but don’t want to rush the rest of the guy’s entries. Next part will have risotto, prosciutto, and…. Sorbet & Gelato! 🤗 I’m going to try writing for the 2 lovebirds in my HCs now. Well it’s not much but I hope you enjoy regardless! 💜 Beryl

Formaggio: “Maggie moo, you ding dong! You bought the wrong cat food again!” you huffed.

“I did? I’m sorry sugarbunches, which one did I buy?” he asked, trying to think of what food he bought.

“You bought the regular seafood flavored cat food. Miss Priss likes the seafood flavor but has a sensitive tummy and needs the sensitive stomach formula. Now she’s gonna get diarrhea!” you explained.

“Oooooh, I see where I went wrong. My bad, babycakes. Also can you call me the other nickname? I think it sounds cuter.”He requested.

“Oh ok, which one?” you asked. “Maggio-o’s, Maggie May, Cheese Nips, Lil Peets, Cat Daddy, Big D Mcgee, M-”

“Ahem.”a voice stopped the nauseating chain of names.

“........Can we get back to the meeting please?” Risotto asked, trying to hold back a gag.

Formaggio loves pet names and doesn't give a shit who hears them. It just shows how much you love him! He will give them back with just as much enthusiasm.

He’ll ham it up with the PDA to make you feel good and to gross others out, he thinks their disgust and jealousy is funny.

He calls you the most diabetic inducing nicknames like Sweetie baby, sugarpie, honeybuns, sugartits(yes,even if you don’t have them, you’ll have to correct him on that!)

Illuso: “Rubin.(Ruby) did yo-”you got cut off rudely “EUGH” he gags.

“Really mature.” you growled. You were trying to show him a little affection and he’s being an ass. “As I was saying, Rubin did you tak-”

“Disgusting! Ew. you’re calling ME, Illuso of the Mirror THAT Filthy name?” he asked, feigning disgust.

“Sigh…Hey ASSWIPE! Did you take my shampoo?! It feels a shit ton lighter than it did the last time I used it!!!” you hissed.

“Oh, why yes of course. I did. You have good taste, you know. Look at how shiny and silky my hair looks.” he said smugly.

“You owe me 34 Euros then…”You said coolly as you walked off irritated by his behavior.

“Way to go, dumbass. They were trying to be affectionate towards you for once and you blew it.” Gelato said while snuggling into Sorbets lap.

“How do you know? When hasY/N EVER been affectionate?” Illuso brushed him off.

“Uh, that’s exactly my point. They’re so shy it probably it took everything out of them to call you that. They called you “Rubin” aka-RUBY, because your eyes are red. THEY LIKE YOUR EYES. Do I need to get some crayons and draw it out for you?” Gelato said snarkily.

“...Oh. “ he realized his own stupidity for once.

He follows you to your room to beg for forgiveness. Illuso has pride but he’ll put it aside when it comes to you.

“C’mon bambina/o, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were trying to be sweet on me. Really! Please forgive me.” he said looking at you with his big pleading red eyes.

“Oh…ok fine. But don’t do it again. That was embarrassing.” you said letting him hug you.

Depending on how you are he’s either going to pretend to be disgusted and be grossed out when you call him super mushy pet names. But the super romance-y ones he’ll tolerate in public…if he understands them(let him know in advance to prevent the situation above).

He doesn’t really give out pet names in public but he gives them out generously in private.

He’ll call you flashy names like Diamond, Stella, and Luna.

Pesci: “Lil’ Guppy! Check out this Cruise! We HAVE to save up for this so we can go on vacation!” you jumped up and down excitedly showing him the page in the magazine.

“O-oh uh ok.” He stuttered. He was embarrassed by the nickname being used in front of the guys but didn’t have the heart to tell you not to say it in fear of being mean.

“Lil’ guppy??? How cute.” Illuso snickered.

“Uh…Y/N? Can I speak to you…alone?” he asked nervously.

“Yeah! Hmm? Whats wrong?” you looked concerned.

“Um uh I-....Uh could you..? Could you not call me that in front…of the guys?” he asked, fidgeting with his fingers.

You looked hurt, you could feel the tears form but fought them back. You understood, he was an easy target to be made fun of.

“Oh uh…Ok. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” You whimpered.

“No no! Please don’t cry! Im sorry!” he hugged you tightly. “Don’t cry my precious little pearl!’

“No its okay! Honestly! I understand. The guys are kinda mean, and like to pick on you. You’re trying your best to not be seen as a mammoni and I need to help with that so I’m not gonna call you that-in public.” You said hugging back.

“Thank you Y/N. You’re so nice and understanding. I’m glad I have you as my partner.” he beamed.

He can’t be seen as a mammoni. As much as he loves to be loved, he has to keep away from the PDA!

He’ll love and cuddle you in private and do whatever you need when you two are alone.

He loves to call you names related to the sea. He likes to call you his pearl, Mermaid, Angelfish

Melone: Melone was busy on his laptop completely unaware of your presence. “Melone.” no answer…”melone.” nothing. “Mel.” nope. “MELONE.” Is he ignoring you??? “Honeydew~!”

“Yes Amore~?” he purred looking up at you.

You scowled and folded your arms. “Where's my underwear?”

“Which ones?” he asked, trying not to smirk.

“The _______ ones. They have the ____ on them. They were very EXPENSIVE.” you said firmly.

“Oh those…I’m wearing them,” he said casually.

“Bad Honeydew.”You took out the spray bottle of air freshener and sprayed him twice.

“Not in the eyes!” he coughed.

“This is getting weird...I’m gonna leave now.” Pesci slowly got up and cautiously snuck off.

Melone LOVES terms of endearment and nicknames. He actively encourages it and won’t answer you sometimes like above until you say it.

As a PDA lover he’ll call you lots of pets names with much praise.

“You look handsome/beautiful today Mama/Papa!”

He likes to call you parental related names (not in a sexual way) because he dreams of having children with you someday! Or if you’re not interested in children, maybe some cats and dogs. Or reptiles and his Juniors(He’ll make sure they won’t harm their 2nd parent he promises on his own life!) He calls you Mama/Mommy or Papa/Daddy, or Zommy/Zaddy. He’ll respect your gender of course.

Ghiaccio: “Kě’ài Bǎobèi~!(cutie baby) Welcome back! How was your mission? You’re unharmed and in one piece, I assume it went very well.” you jumped off the sofa and gave him a death gripping hug. The guys snickered, watching you nuzzle your face in his chest. “ I miss miss miss miss miss miss miss miss miss miss missed you!”

Ghiaccio’s face was as red as his glasses. “ Goddamnit Y/N! They know that means something mushy! you can’t call me that in front of everyone!” he yelled not in his usual angry tone but in an embarrassed and annoyed tone as he tried to gently but firmly nudge you off.

The guys would tease him and call him the same name you call him.

No worries, he can handle his own. He would threaten to beat them with an inch of their lives...and they know he would.

He won’t admit it but he likes the cute nicknames you give him, especially if they are other languages since he has a fixation on language.

In private he’d blush and try not to smile…but he fails at that.

He’ll call you his own favorite pet names and give you a hug and a kiss on the forehead.🥺

He doesn’t look like the type but hes got a few cutesy names too like snow angel, powder puff, and snowflake.❄️

[casdeans-pie]

Falling (In Love)

Destiel Fanfiction 2,065 words Rated G

Tags: Aftermath Of A Case (we don't see the case, but we see what Situation Dean and Cas have ended up in because of it), Castiel Is A Fallen Angel, Dean Sees Cas's Wings, Near Death Experience, First Kiss.

Summary: Desperate times call for desperate measures even if those measures are jumping out of the window on the seventieth floor with nothing but hope and mangled fallen angel wings to keep you in the air. Probably not the best time for a kiss... or is it?

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In terms of ‘situations where escape seems impossible’ Dean would probably rank this at a solid two. He’s not entirely sure what keeps it from being number one, since there are currently a group of eight witches blocking the only doored exit to the room, and the only other way out would be through the floor-to-ceiling window behind him – seventy stories up from the ground. Dean lost his gun a few floors back, and Cas’s angel blade was stolen by the witches, so they’re also weapon-less. But he figures that while the spell book that he and Cas just stole is still in his hands the witches won’t risk damaging it, so at least they can stall for time while he thinks of some way to get them both out with the book. He’s escaped with impossible odds against him all the time.

It just feels a little more impossible than usual.

Dean glances over at Cas, hoping to see some kind of glint in his eyes that means he’s got a plan. But he’s not looking at Dean. His eyebrows are drawn together in indecision and worry and he’s staring straight ahead with a vacant expression that means he’s deep in his thoughts.

Hope flares in Dean’s chest.

He’s learned enough from Cas’s expressions over the years to know that he’s got something up his sleeve. Something risky, but hell, Dean’s not picky about that right now.

The witches all take a pace forwards as a unit and Cas tugs on Dean’s shirt sleeve to pull him back further towards the window, to keep their distance. Nothing but a desk separates them now.

The huge glass window is pressing cold and solid against their backs in a cruel reminder that freedom is a pane of glass away, but they’d never survive the fall.

“Just give us the book Winchester,” one of the witches snaps.

“Give us the book and we’ll let you both live,” another adds in a low, persuasive tone.

“Like hell you will,” Dean retorts with a snort, “you think I’m gonna trust a single damn thing that comes out of a witch’s mouth?”

A witch taller than the others takes another step closer to them both, her chin held high, and she examines her long, blood red nails as if bored by the whole situation. “Boys, boys, boys,” she says, with a shake of her head, “I grow tired of this. You’ve stolen my book, and I want it back. There is clearly nowhere for you to go, so I suggest that you hand it over, or I will regretfully have to kill you both and hope that my book survives.”

“This book contains angelic spells, and it belonged to the angels before it belonged to you. You’re the ones who stole it in the first place. You have no more claim to it than we do,” Cas says suddenly, his voice firm and full of defiance.

“Yeah, except Cas is an angel, so really, yknow, if it belongs to anyone it belongs to him,” Dean adds, tapping the front cover of the old book with his knuckles and scoping out the room again while he stalls for time, hoping to find any way out of this. Preferably without him and Cas becoming spell-practice for witches or bloody smears on the sidewalk below them.

The bold witch at the front laughs in a throaty cackle.

Dean smiles. “Wow, nice laugh you got there, Wicked Witch of the West, you about to tell me you’re gonna get me and my little dog too?”

“Mm, you are pretty I’ll give you that. But no, I’m just amused that you can call that an angel. I’ve been using those spells a long time, so I can see something of this… abomination’s true form, and trust me, Winchester, if you could see what I see you wouldn’t call it an angel.”

------Read the rest on AO3------

[jjungkookislife]

So much was happening in your blog in the last 24hrs that it took me a while to catch up with all your posts. I’m not really good with suggesting songs but i took so long that i think drabble night already ended but I’m still gonna send this just in case.

May i please request a fluffy dad!Yoongi drabble? 🥺 but ofcourse only if you are still writing. I understand if drabble night ended.

On that note, I am so happy to read Mother Dearest and excited to read other drabbles for HFTH 😍 I love that couple and the other characters in it so I am looking forward to read more of them 🥰 but please don’t overwork yourself.

I hope you are doing well and taking care of yourself 💜

Oh yes I kinda went on a writing binge 🤣 I’m taking care though. I think I’ll relax for a few days

Abundance of Flowers

pairing: dad!Yoongi x mom!reader

warnings: none?

Yoongi was up earlier than usual. He was careful when he slipped out of bed, making sure he didn’t wake you up.

The farmers market was just up the road and the sun was slowly rising over the horizon. He knew if he took too long to get there, the vendor would be slammed and it would put his plans behind.

The quick trip doesn’t take more than fifteen minutes. He kicks his shoes off by the front door, slowly shutting the door behind him so it doesn’t make too much noise.

Yoongi is quick to head to the kitchen. He has three gorgeous bouquets of flowers and he was even gifted a flower crown that he wore over his silver hair.

Breakfast doesn’t take him too long to cook. He plates the food and puts it beside the bouquets.

His wife’s bouquet is grand. Red roses and baby’s breath and wrapped together and tied with a ribbon. Two smaller bouquets sit on the table.

One is some beautiful sunflowers wrapped with a yellow ribbon for his daughter, Ava. The other is a bouquet of peonies for his youngest daughter, Ara.

Usually, Yoongi would do breakfast in bed but it was a school day and his daughter’s alarms were already ringing. They sleepily entered the kitchen a few moments later.

Yoongi smiled at the twins, “Good morning.”

“Good morning, daddy,” they said in unison as they rubbed their eyes and his wife appeared yawning.

“Good morning,” she says as she helps her daughters to their chairs before kissing Yoongi on the cheek.

“Got you something for later,” Yoongi grins, kissing his wife on the lips.

“So did I,” she replies, winking as she takes her seat at the table.

“Ooh, flowers!” Ava grins as she picks her bouquet up to her nose to sniff. She giggles when her sister does the same and sneezes.

“Daddy has a crown,” Ara points out. Yoongi nods, careful not to knock the crown off his head as he takes his seat.

“They’re beautiful, babe,” his wife says as she admires the bouquet. Her present for his husband sits in a small box in the closet and she’s eager to show him later on.

The family eats together, placing their bouquets in vases before getting ready for school.

Yoongi kisses his wife as she leaves for work. He grabs his daughters’ backpacks and helps them put it on. The twins wait patiently as Yoongi locks the front door. He takes his kids hands in his and they set off to the school just down the block.

Yoongi’s mother will pick the girls up from school later today while his wife and him spend the night in a hotel in the next time over. It’ll be their first night alone since the twins were born and he couldn’t wait.

When they reach the school, Yoongi plucks two flowers from his crown and hands one to each girl.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he reminds them. “I love you.”

“We love you,” the girls give him a hug and he kisses the top of their head before they turn around to head to the school. Their teacher greets them at the door, waving at Yoongi.

He waves back and takes his leave once his girls are safely inside. He loved mornings like these. Filled with smiles and love.

Tomorrow there will be another, and then another, and so on.

[louisisalarrie]

Hii... Hope you're well:)

So i was wondering about louis' fanbase. From what i've seen a lot of them, even if they believe freddie is his kid, don't seem to care that much about his sexuality no? Like in harry's fanbase most girls want him to be straight and believe he is. However i haven't seen this happen a lot in case of solo louies.

heya!!! hmmmm I would have to disagree with this one, I think. also this turned into a bit of a welcome to the show moment. so, anon, welcome to the show!

believing F is Louis’ kid is an acknowledgement of his sexuality being anchored, somewhat, towards women. Some may believe he is bisexual/fluid and accept that, but there are a lot of louies who are straight up just against the idea, and some that are pretty neutral. Their main argument is that he does have a kid, which means bbg did its job, and proved to be effective with a new, and expanding, audience that didn’t see him grow throughout 1d.

I’m not in any way suggesting that I strictly for a fact know that Louis isn’t bi or doesn’t have an interest in women, because that’s not been disclosed. However, I would lean towards the fact that he is only interested in men, due to the things I’ve heard, his obvious contrast of behaviour when around them, the amount of and degree of stunts including the party boy louis push, and his mannerisms compared to when he’s around women. So, not only do I believe he doesn’t have a kid, but also that he’s not interested in women.

And I do think there are neutral solo louies who are just like “yeah he could be queer, but that’s none of my business”, but there have been a lot of louies who actively attack people even entertaining the thought. Also, it’s more the idea that he’s ever been with Harry, that they reject. Which is bizarre, like, you believe he may be interested in men, but god forbid it’s Harry?? They pair him with absolutely anyone but him. I’ve had them in my inbox, it’s chaos hahaha.

And same goes for solo harries. There’s this toxicity around the idea of larry, but a lot of them seem to be fine/neutral with the idea of Harry being queer. Though, he again, could never be with louis. It’s truly just… baffling, but also, a lot of these folks didn’t watch them through their journey, a lot of them even refuse to acknowledge 1d because it’s still “not cool” to love a boyband. I’ve seen some absolute gross shit said about both louis and Harry’s time in 1d, but these people don’t care. They’re focused on their fave solo career.

Anyway, this also relates to the very stark contrast in Harry and louis’ images right now. Seeing louis smoke, both pot and cigarettes, and drink, in comparison to Harry who we never really see that side of, is a divide between “wholesome and healthy”, and “laddy and rock and roll”. It’s dark tracksuits and singlets, and it’s bright colours and more feminine/non traditional outfits. It’s louis not talking a hell of a lot on stage to show his personality more, and Harry blocking out parts of his show just for crowd interaction. It’s Harry waving rainbow flags and louis not doing that. It’s louis “having a kid” and not being super active in his life, and Harry not having that extra weight on his shoulders. People seem to take louis’ image at face value a fair bit, and solo harries use that against him. So I’d say it’s a little bit more of the opposite of what you’ve said above.

I dunno, at the end of the day, we’re not gonna see the truth of these fans and how they react, until there is a coming out, in my opinion. Some people will turn against them, some will just be like “ok cool”, and some will rejoice. It’ll all come out in the wash.

Louis being stunt free, apart from bbg, for a while, has been good though. Once they drop that from his career, it’s a slow seeding. It’s the last thing they need to do before a CO. and if they drop bbg, get the boys (Harry particularly) back involved in louis’ life to “support” him through such a wild time, it’ll just be growing to a CO from there. Particularly now that Harry’s publicly single now. It’s the last step, and they can do it positively for louis, and in turn, positively for Harry, and combine the fandoms a little more which will HOPEFULLY stop so much aggression between us and the solos.

Anyway sorry this kind of evolved into something else but thanks for the inbox, anon! <3

[mcytshippystuff]

Grian/Jimmy ship name

This is my petition to make their ship name officially Solidrian!

They are a niche ship but as more people get more familiar with them, specially after limited life, the ship is gonna get more popular. Rn I'm mostly seeing it context of Poly Bad Boys but while I often see Gribeans (Grian/Joel), Smallidairty (Joel and Jimmy), and sometimes mentioned as Smallidarian (Joel/Jimmy/Grian, also known as Poly Bad Boys or BadBoyFriends, which has other stuff in the tag with actual bad boyfriends and abuse so I wouldn't use it) tagged in posts as well, I never see Grian/Jimmy tagged in. This is mostly becuase its a rareship and we haven't really??? figured out a common ship name for them, only recently having a uptick in shippers, and also iv noticed most people tend to lean more towards a brotherly relationship, which is very valid! And sometimes in Poly Bad Boys, people do actually have both Grian and Jimmy dating Joel but not each other, which is also very valid, and is another reason why its not tagged. 

But if your like me who slowly started seeing a different opportunity shipping wise and want them to make out or maybe you only just recently were introduced to them and fell for their dynamics without real knowledge of their past interactions and want them to make out; I think its really time to find a proper shipping tag so not only can people who want to indulge in the ship can find it, but also so those who not want to see it can block it out!

And now, I hear you say, but why Solidrian? Well first Grimmy and Grimy which iv seen suggested once or twice has a solid argument by other people; Its tag is already used by others! I think there's a famous person who goes by Grimmy and also just its a common thing. Second is Solidaritian, which iv seen offered once or twice, which I think has potential but its just a bit clunky and long. And Tian or Sian is neat but they’re just names and/or just too short lol. Griandarity is fine but tbh I try and avoid names that contain the whole name of the person? That's just me but I just dont like it. Plus its also a bit clunky.

Hence, Solidrian. Its easy to say, has a nice ring to it, isn't too long or too short, and as far as I'm aware the tag is EMPTY! And that is why, overall, I think this should be the new common ship tag name. Let me know your thoughts and if you hate/love it. If you ship this, please use the name! Tag it with #solidrian and if you know someone who ships it but doesn't know/have a name idea, ask them to use it! 

Thank you for your consideration, I look forward to hopefully seeing works and art and posts in the #solidrian tag and getting my sweet sweet Grian/Jimmy shipping fix. 

And as always, if you dont like this ship, please either ignore or block and MOVE ON. Your ship is not my ship and that's okay! If I see dynamics differently, that's for me to decide. You will be blocked if you try to start arguments about the ship not being okay or “wrong” becuase your perceived notions of their dynamic. And if you get on my case for shipping at all- Bruhhh I'm not in the main tags dont complain if you came looking for it. 

[gtbutterfly]

Quincy and the forest giant

(Formally known as unnamed gt story part two)

I wrote a part two to that new story I wrote because a lot of people seemed to like it. I still don’t have a title for it, feel free to suggest some. Criticism is appreciated.

heres part one

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I was woken up by the feeling of the sun hitting my face. I felt myself lying on something soft, and warm, like a massive blanket. There were no pillows or a mattress of any kind, other than the blanket, it felt like I was lying on a wooden floor. I slowly opened my eyes, before standing up and rubbing them. My vision was still blurry and the sun shining in my face didn’t help. As my vision cleared and I blocked the sun with my hand, I saw I was in front of a window again, except it wasn’t the same window I was in front of the night before. Outside there was a large lake with light glimmering off the blue surface, with some large puffy clouds being reflected in the water. Across the lake were massive trees which something looked off about. Their trunks and leaves seemed bigger than they were supposed to look as if they were the same trees I had always seen but blown up to be larger. I thought it was just my perspective or imagination at first. Then I realized how high up the window was, looking down, I must have been 20 or 30 feet off the ground. I turned around at the rest of the room I was in. Everything was huge, and the ceiling was as high as it was in factories, if not higher. I was on a table that was in front of the window. Looking over the edge, I was nearly 20 or 30 feet off the ground. I nearly fell off when I again felt those vibrations in the ground. I looked up, backing away from the edge and towards the window. The giant was standing in front of me, looming over my body as I looked up at them, my back against the glass. They got on their knees and looked at me eye to eye.

“You’re awake,” they said, in their stern, intimidating, buzzing voice I could feel vibrating in my chest. “I was worried you died for a minute there.”

I was dumbfounded, my mouth gaping open. I stood there shocked and silent, not knowing what to say or do. I tried getting a word out, but it just came out as a large exhale.

“Are you going to say something, or….” the giant asked. They had long brown hair and tanned skin, and their eyes were black and wet like they were puddles. They wore a dark green shirt made of cotton. The seams in their sleeves were long and massive, there were gray and brown patches stitched in with thick, brown string. I finally managed to get a word out.

“...what…?” I said. I didn’t know what I meant by “what”, it was just the only thing I could get out. I probably meant to say “What are you?” or “What is this place?” but I was too shocked.

“I said, are you going to say anything?” the giant said, looking annoyed. I took a deep breath and tried to get my words in order.

“What…what are….” I said before they interrupted me with the answer.

“I’m human. Just a really big one.” the giant said. “And no, I can’t tell you why.”

“....why not…?” I asked, not thinking straight.

“My job.” the giant said. “Now, this is what's going to happen. I already called my boss and told them about you. You stay here until they get you, and you ‘forget’ about any of this and go back to your life in that town. Got it?”

I was still dumbfounded. “Wha- what do you mean ‘forget’?” the giant sighed and put their hand on their face, frustrated.

“They’re gonna bribe you not to tell anyone,” they said, blankly. “At least that's how I think they deal with these things, it's not like they’re gonna kill you or something, especially since you’re like, eight,”

“I ... .I'm thirteen…” I said under my breath,

“What?” the giant asked,

“I’m….thirteen…..” I said louder.

“Oh, well excuse me if it's been a while since I’ve seen what children of different ages look like.” the giant rolled their eyes.

“You…live here alone?” I asked sheepishly.

“Yeah, sometimes the people I work for visit, but I don’t have a lot of neighbors,” the giant said. “Anyways, what's your name, kid?”

“Uh…” I looked down for a moment, “...Quincy…I’m Quincy…”

“I’m Ella,” The giant said. For a moment, they started extending their arms towards me like they wanted to shake my hand, but then stopped themselves, crossing their arms on their chest. “So, just chill here and don’t do anything  until they show up to take you home, and give you and your parents hush money, m'kay?”

“I…..I don’t have….” I started to say, before pausing.

“Oh, you don’t have parents?” Ella asked, “gee, sorry about that. I guess your orphanage will be getting hush money then,”

“I….I’m not part of an orphanage…” I said, confused, “there…there hasn’t been an orphanage in this country for…decades! Its been replace with the foster care system…”

“It has?” the giant tilted its head at me, “huh, that's weird. Well, I guess your…foster carers…will get hush money then. Not like it really matters, anyway.”

I turned towards the window, looking outside before turning back towards the giant.

“What is this place?” I asked,

“A giant cabin in the woods that no one is supposed to know about.” Ella said. 

“Why did you bring me here?” I asked, dozens of questions flowing through my head as I finally calmed down from being shocked.

“So you don’t tell anyone that you saw me,” Ella answered.

“You could have just brought me back home,” I said, “I would’ve just assumed that I had a dream!”

“Would you?” the giant asked, “most people remember things like that as not being dreams. And even if you would have, I’m not supposed to just let you go.”

“What are you going to do to me?” I asked in fear,

“Kid, I already told you, I’m keeping you here until other people your human size come to pick you up and make sure you don’t tell anyone about me.” Ella said, rolling her eyes. “Did you think I was going to eat you or something?”

“I….well…um…” I stuttered,

“Don’t worry kid, you’re gonna be fine, as long as you listen to me, okay?” the giant said, tilting her head at me again,

“O-okay,” I said, stumbling over my words. The giant stood up, looming 20 or 30 feet over me, peering down. My heart started beating fast, I again lost my ability to speak.

“Are you hungry? What time do you usually eat breakfast?” Ella asked me, her voice buzzing in my ears.

“M……morning…” I said the first thing to come to mind upon hearing the question.

“Right,” the giant said, lowering the palm  out in front of me, causing me to flinch. I looked at her hand, and then looked up at her.

“Wha….what do you….want me to….”

“Oh, come on kid, I told you, you have nothing to worry about.” Ella said, “just get in my hand, and I’ll get you some food, m'kay?” 

I was still hesitant to get in her massive hand. She looked at me impatiently as I went back and forth from getting closer to it and backing away. Eventuary, she groaned in annoyance. 

“Fine, have it your way,” she then scooped me up, grabbing me under my arms and lifting me off the table to her face. I yelped and squirmed out of fear and instinct as she carried me off. 

“Knock it off kid, you're fine.” she said. I took a deep breath and calmed down, trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach as she carried me to a different room.

[fyodior]

I am evaluating the qualifications of the candidates in the upcoming election. Currently, Donald Trump is my likely choice, though I am curious to know more about why you vote for Kamala Harris? why I should vote for her?

During the Biden-Harris administration, I observed significant economic changes, such as an increase in fuel prices from approximately $2 to $5 per gallon, as well as a rise in my annual tax obligations from $58,000 to $80,000. In my work in healthcare, I’ve also noted disparities in benefits; undocumented migrants often receive substantial assistance for housing, insurance, and other forms of financial support (up to $10,000), surpassing the aid provided to veterans and legal citizens.

As a healthcare provider and volunteer at the border, I have witnessed an increase in trauma cases involving young children (rapes and assaults) by undocumented migrants across the country, many of whom have experienced severe abuse. This is deeply troubling and speaks to broader issues of border security. The increase in illegal drug trafficking, human trafficking, and cartel activity has strained our border communities and put border enforcement agents at greater risk. I have seen the effects of these issues firsthand, as well as the growing challenge of handling the influx of illegal substances into the country, which has severe public health implications.

My husband, who works with the U.S. Congress, has also raised concerns about even more wasteful government spending. I am aware of situations where tax dollars have been allocated to contracts with exorbitant prices, such as a $126 screw that could be found for under a dollar at a consumer store like Home Depot.

I also volunteers a lot work with a nonprofit that supports small businesses, I have seen sales decrease by as much as 75% from 2021 to now, suggesting a widespread economic impact. Kamala Harris’s tendency to avoid certain interviews raises questions about transparency and approachability. Furthermore, I perceive a lack of assertiveness in her diplomatic strategy and on-the-spot decision-making.

While Trump has certain limitations, particularly in his stance on LGBTQ+ and abortion rights, I appreciate his policies on border security and foreign relations. As a U.S. military surgeon with two tours in Afghanistan and an upcoming Ph.D.

trump wants to rescind rights and protections for transgender people including straight up banning them from serving in the armed forces, blocking gender affirming medical care, and allow for work places to discriminate against lgbtq+ people. (from ACLU) he is also incredibly pro-israel, doesn’t give a shit about women’s rights or abortion rights, is insanely racist, believes climate change is a hoax, is a convicted felon, wants to cut even more taxes for the rich, once said he’d fuck his daughter if he had the chance, do i really need to go on ?????

he is a fucking nightmare all the way around and will be the demise of this country if given 4 more years.

and unfortunately i care more about the people of this country than the economy sorry. like i’d rather my transgender friends not be discriminated against by the federal government and murdered

im also not gonna sit here and say harris is the perfect choice for this country. she has her faults but she is not nearly as evil as trump is.

edit: he also said they’re murdering babies in virginia which is just so blatantly untrue he lies like a fucking snake

[intrepidacious]

time after time: reread edition [1]

series summary: After what starts out as a fairly normal mission, you find yourself stuck in a time loop. Which would already be bad enough in itself if it didn’t also mean having to watch Bucky die over and over again.

pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader

word count: 6.0k

chapter warnings: canon-typical violence, accidentally starting a time loop, banter, pretty angsty to start us off with ngl, reminder to read the fic premise. please note that my blog is rated 18+. minors dni. ageless/empty blogs will be blocked without warning.

read the full chapter here | series masterlist | reread masterlist

wouldn't you know it, it's friday already!! this is a reread of already published chapters, so if you're new to this story, i would highly suggest not starting here and reading the actual story first. please be aware that by clicking the read more you're gonna see spoilers for chapter one 💚

how it started

welcome to the reread. i'm pretty sure this is the part of the post i'll only do once, but we'll see how it goes.

i swear to god, i only wanted to write a fun little time loop fic. it was never supposed to be this huge thing; it just kept growing. it's two years later now and i'm still writing—granted, that's after taking several long breaks because this story gives me headaches like no other, but still. i've never poured this much love into one story, i think.

and we can all blame russian doll for it.

turn back the clock – tl;dr

we start with a mission. sam, bucky and the reader, soon-to-be nicknamed twelve, are checking up on a secret lab. against all odds, bucky gets killed right before the fight seems to be won. twelve uses her time powers to prevent this from happening, loses consciousness and wakes up in her bed earlier that day. she goes through the entire day again, thinking her reset worked as intended, only for bucky to die in a different situation during the same mission and her waking up in her bed again.

behind the loop

welcome to my first running commentary on my own story. you’re gonna be sick of me really soon.

depending on how new you are to this story, you might not know that the chapter titles are all taken from movies. sadly i haven't seen most of them but the ones i have seen do feature a little in one way or another. more about that when we get to that point, though. the title cards for this story were also so fun to make because i just recoloured the actual movie posters!!

i’m gonna be honest with you, i keep forgetting that this first flashback exists. but i lowkey love it?? i like how it sets the tone for the angst that’s stitched into the very fabric of this story while simultaneously being juxtaposed with the first actual, very blunt introduction of our main cast.

the start of that mission was one of the first things i ever wrote for this fic, but the whole transition from the upstairs lab to downstairs and the actual fight scene were the last parts before posting.

“Do you think I’d pass up the opportunity to hear the two of you scream in terror when the vampire puppets creep up on you?” “Gotta disappoint you, cap,” you grin and wait for him to check the map. “I only scream when there’s good reason.” “I don’t wanna interrupt,” Bucky interrupts over the intercom, “but they’re heading your way now, so get a move on.”

writing banter is one of my all-time favourite activities. i also already knew at this point that i was gonna write a lot of it over and over again, and so i needed to vary the interjections in order to not bore everyone to bits. i like to think it worked out, but you tell me.

my beloved nightmare flashmob was such a fun antagonist to include. they will be named in the next chapter but if there are comic readers among you, i feel like i have to apologise because i definitely haven’t read enough of them to properly do these guys justice. they did seem like a logical step up from the version of the flag smasher(s) we encountered in tfatws, though. plus, there’s just enough of them to be a realistic threat to three very capable superheroes.

And then his eyes glaze over. You scream.

i’m so evil lmao

You wake up with a start to the sun in your face and FRIDAY blasting The All-American Rejects at full volume.

spoiler alert, you’ll encounter that sentence a couple of times. and i still love it. fun fact, i genuinely set my playlist to shuffle to decide on the song that was going to play to wake her up, and this was the one i landed on. and i couldn’t have come up with a better choice. honestly, look at the lyrics and tell me i’m wrong. i love how things work out sometimes.

originally, the decision to set the story on july 4th was very practical because i needed my available settings to be limited. this isn’t punxsutawney, pennsylvania in the middle of a snowstorm, this is new york city after the blip. i wanted our characters to have at least somewhat limited options what to do during their ever-repeating day. (on a sidenote, do you think we’ll ever see avengers compound again in the mcu? how long are they going to rebuild that thing? anyway.)

“Feels a little … déjà-vu-y.” “I know the type,” Sam says. “Wanna talk about it?” You do. But the time stuff is your problem to deal with, and so you shake your head.

isn’t it great to have a full ensemble of characters who absolutely will not talk about their feelings to each other? (derogatory) is it more interesting from a narrative point of view? … i suppose.

i love twelve’s rings though. are they entirely useless for the duration of this loop? maybe. but i love that she has them to physically show her how stuck she is <3 other things that i love: bucky calling sam bud. it just makes sense.

A surge of emptiness goes through you, unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. Time seems to still for just the blink of an eye as Bucky’s head is thrown forwards.

and there we have it. ✨dread.✨ this is such an evil way to end a chapter, wow. i had fun, though. was it fun for you?

how it's going

well, actually. i've been writing chapter seven as well as a secret bonus chapter this week, and i've made reasonable progress on both which i'm quite proud of. i really hope i can report that i got started on chapter eight this time next week, but we'll see. i think the worst of my writer's block is gone, at least. and all it took was a little self-indulgence and an external deadline. who'd have thunk.

if you made it to this point of my rambles, thank you. lmk how i can keep these interesting for you to read, and if you have any questions about the story, you know where to find me!! also: please please please consider leaving a comment or a reblog on the actual chapter. it would mean the world 💚

[jcbbby]

My question is why hasn’t Tumblr deleted the Jess hate blog? I’ve blocked and reported her but still see their BS postings. She even insinuated that Jamie cheated on Jess (or vice versa).

idk man, it’s really hard to report that kind of blog because tumblr has such lenient rules on reporting. like the blog isn’t threatening anyone or doing anything illegal, tumblr says it’s free speech.

and lol they suggested they’ve cheated on each other? funny how they keep parroting the same shit about us not knowing their lives personally but then they make their own assumptions without knowing them personally…they reblogged something of mine where I was saying Jess was hot and joking I was gonna steal her and how that’s just so bad that I would say that and put it in his tags. but like, girlie you post rude things about his partner while being rude to other fans and put them in his tags…? and their other posts and reblogs are in his tag. surely he wouldn’t appreciate that energy towards his chosen partner either. they said themselves earlier on that he doesn’t have to read posts that he doesn’t like. their logic works both ways. it’s wild that they seem to think they’re somehow better in their “argument” lol.

but whatever I finally blocked them too because I’m tired of seeing their dumbass takes.

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just a short bit in the actors au!

Cheese and Pico. Pomeranian's, beloved by the cast, soft, cute, endlessly sweet. Vicious demons sent from the depth of hell itself to end Nick. It becomes a group effort to help him bond with the cuties, but can they do it in time to make filming not be it's own personal hell for him? an unused idea for the @swwsdjfanzine That's A Wrap!

Creamy brown tufts, big sparkling eyes, the picture of blissful peace. Little angels. The two Pomeranian's lounge around the cast, Pico resting in Jack's lap, Cheese turning in circles between Shaun and Ian for pets they’re both happy to supply. Moonpie gives a chirp from her spot on the dresser. 

Shaun leans against the bed, crossing his arms behind his head, “man, this bedroom set is cozy .”

Nick taps away at his phone, following where Ian tells him to meet them, sending a cat meme on his way. He turns the corner of the false wall to the bedroom set and--

Snap. A force of gnashing teeth and primal hatred.

Jack holds the growling, twisting pom, stopping him an inch away from Nick's face. A strangled sigh escapes Nick as Shaun holds Pico back by his collar, the dog struggling against him, blood lust of a fighting hound compressed into its tiny form.

As Nick supports himself against a wall to recover from his mini heart attack, Shaun stares dumb founded, “What did you do to these guys?”

“Nothing, they just despise me!”

”Isn't there some old myth that animals can sense your true nature or aura or something?“

Shaun snorts, ”Wow Ian, maybe your character's betrayal angle suits you better than we thought! That was brutal.“

“Ah, no, I didn't mean anything by it, you just reminded me of it, really!”

”I remind you of people who are so awful they have bad 'auras'?“

”That’s not what I meant and you know it!“

Picking up Pico, Shaun brings the pom over to Nick, “You just need to bond with 'em a bit, feed them a treat or something.” Bringing the dog closer to Nick does not quell its mission of destruction towards the man.

Jack soothes Cheese by blocking his view of Nick with his body, the dog relaxing a bit instantly. Jack suggests, “Well, Cheese is named Cheese, so maybe?”

Digging into his bag, Ian pulls out a stick of cheese, “Here.”

Nick accepts it with a concerned look, ”why do you have sticks of cheese in your bag?“

”It came with pepperoni.”

“It wasn't wrapped?”

 Ian huffs, “just try to give him the cheese.”

Cheese snarls at the peace offering, but as his nose picks up the smell Cheese’s yips turn into malicious snuffling. The bites start vicious but quickly calm down as Cheese's body relaxes and he eagerly eats the stick from Nick’s hand. Mirroring the pom, Nick's own posture relaxes until he gets the nerve to try petting Cheese. 

Cheese allows this.

Nick attempts the same process with Pico who, once lost in dairy bliss, loafs to enjoy his meal.

For one pure moment, Nick is at peace with his furry costars, basking in their plush comfort.

“What do you mean you gave them cheese?”

“It’s name is Cheese, I thought he could eat cheese!”

The dogs handler looks at him incredulously, “You meet a dog named chocolate, are you gonna feed it chocolate?”

“I’m sorry, I’m just trying to bond with them.”

Pico lays on his side in the soft bed, twitching with his tongue lolling as he pants. The vet brings Cheese out, whining in their arms. Noticing Nick, Cheese growls as best as he can through his pained whines. The guilt in Nick is edged into anxiety as the look in Cheese’s eyes is that of utter loathing, curbed only but the creature's dairy induced suffering.

Across the room Jack pulls his head out of a trash can filled mostly with sticky Popove’s Yogurtopia cups. He gasps for breath while watching the poor pups rest in their fluffy beds, being carefully groomed by their handler. A set assistant gets his attention, telling him where he needs to be next. He musters up the most polite smile he can for them and and watches the dogs again. He sighs, “oh, to be a lactose intolerant dog.”

“Yeah… Sure.” The assistant does not sound sure, they do however sound like they have somewhere to be as they tap their toes.

He chuckles to himself, “I’d be a jack russell.”

He breaks into a bigger fit of giggles, both at his own poor pun and knowing from the look on their face, he’s making the assistant suffer with him.

Still, he steals a longing glance to the sweet comfort the dogs get for their illness before squaring his shoulders and plastering on a smile. A little yogurt hasn’t killed him yet.

“Aw, who’s an itty bitty little bloodthirsty mosnter sent from hell to torture me? You are!”

“Guess I did tell you what you said didn’t matter as much as the tone…”

Nick continues to babble to Pico with Ian’s supervision. Between the two dogs, Pico will at least take his time before lunging at Nick. Seeing no sign of aggression, Nick slowly gets closer to Pico with his palm up. Pico seems relaxed to Nick’s eyes, watching him approach, licking his lips and yawning.

Nick stops talking in anticipation as his hand inches ever closer to Pico. Ian looks up from his script to check in on the sudden silence, jumping at the sight, “wait, don’t, those are signs—”

Nick doesn’t scream as Pico’s teeth latch into his hand. Just a short, choked gasp.

“Of aggression in dogs.”

The parking lot is empty, perfect for plan S.

Before Nick stands Shaun. In his hand he swirls a spray bottle as he sports a devious look on his face. The bottle is whirl-pooling with a mix of water and coffee coloured dog fur.

“Just stand still Nick, after this the dogs'll love you.”

Behind him, Jack with a practiced friendly smile that says he just wants to help you, Nick. Ignore the sinister energy coursing just beneath the surface, like the clouded spray bottle of his own. His recipe, water mixed with high quality dog food, stolen from the handlers trailer.

“This is for the best Nick, just let us help you.”

Nick glares at Jack over his shoulder, “did you just use your Sunny Day voice at me?”

He chuckles sheepishly, “maybe?”

Shaun takes the opening and spritzes him with the homemade odour. As Nick turns in shock and disgust, Jack does the same, the duo quickly coating Nick in the stench stew. He drips onto the concrete, wrinkling his nose with no escape from the scent. He glares at the duo only pretending to try and hide their laughter.

“It’s perfect, this bodes smell for you.”

“I know the situation stinks, but you’ve got this.”

“You can speak their language now, I’m pretty sure their dog breed is Stench.”

Shaun wheezes, “that, that one was bad Jack, stench?”

“It’s supposed to be a pun on French, like–”

“Shut up. Sorry, but shut up,” Nick interrupts, holding up a finger to silence them while he listens closely. “Are you guys hearing that?” 

They all strain their ears. In the distance, barking.

Shaun tilts his head, “sheesh, sounds like the production next door’s recording for a rabies attack.”

Jack looks at him, raising an eyebrow, “next door? They sound further than… Are they getting closer?”

Nick’s blood runs cold, “you don’t think?”

“No way, their trailer’s on the other side of the building”

The yips and growls grow closer, they can make out more and more of all the vicious intent behind the beast's voices.

Across the parking lot two silhouettes back-lit by the horizon jerk into view. The figures almost writhe in vitriol as they approach. Nick’s eyes widen as the caramel tufts become visible, giving him a warning to run. He can only hope that being able to make out the fur and snarled faces doesn’t mean it’s already too late.

Nick runs circles around the parking lot, weaving between cars with the prayer that they’re not small enough to just dart under the vehicles. He finds his car and wrenches on the door, but of course it’s locked. He manages to hop on top of it, Pico and Cheese nipping at his heels. Luckily too short to hop up with him.

“Hey, the trainer could use you to train their jumping height!”

Nick shoots Shaun a glare as he unlocks his car and begins the ordeal of trying to get in from the top without the dogs getting him. Jack and Shaun watch from the sidelines, too busy recording to be of any help.

He manages to hook the toe of his shoe under the door handle enough to open it. The dogs hop and snap, incidentally tumbling into the car. It’s a golden opportunity. With the dogs safely away from the door, he slams it shut, trapping the poms inside. He hops down, throwing his hands in the air victoriously.

Shaun and Jack run up, peeking through the windows. Shaun looks between Nick and the car worriedly, “I don’t think you can do that man. Can’t just leave dogs in a car.”

“No worries, I’ll get somewhere safe and call their handler to come pick them up. I’m not a monster.”

 Jack cups his hands on the window to get a better look inside. Sweat drips down his neck. “Nick? I don’t think you thought this through.”

“Huh?” Nick looks through for himself and it’s carnage. The poms leave nothing untouched in the car as they tear his things apart, the glove box open with its contents splayed about, the seats torn, teeth marks on the wheel. Nick whimpers a cry as he slides heartbroken against the car to his knees. Shaun pats his shoulder as Jack runs to get the handler.

Nick listens to the crew and directors talk about the possibility of just Photoshop masking the dogs in, or green balls on sticks. He sighs, leaning back in the chair, draping an arm over the back of it. His eyes closed, he feels something land in his lap. Taking a peek, it’s Moonpie curled up on him, purring away. She brings a small smile to his face as he gently pets her. The dogs may have put him in the cat house, but with Moonpie, it’s alright here.