#watch the freaklings for me

[charles-eclair16]

Night after Night: Charles Leclerc

Pairing: charles leclerc x fem!singer reader

Genre: Fluff🌥️ hints of sex?

About: when you release a song and the chaos it creates or the hardest launch ever

Your_username

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Your_username: Night after Night releasing tomorrow at 8pm. This song is honestly very different from all the songs I've ever written and I hope you guys would love it just as much as me ;⁠) also a surprise guest for you guys☺️

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Username06: what the fuck?! You cannot just drop this on us!?!

User: the scream I let out! I fell on my knees

Ynfan: is this about sex? Why does it give smexy times vibes

Lovergirl: what if the surprise guest is the man she's been soft launching?

↪️Ynismyreligion: as if! We know nothing about the man apart from he's got dark hair and freckles on his back

↪️Lovergirl: the man in the photo has freckles just saying!

User: bestie wake up mother is back!!

Ynismyreligion: I can't wait for the song!! It's been so long❤️❤️

Fangirl16: Ariana( charles) what are you doing here?!

Ynismymom: who is that man? And why does it look familiar?!

Mybabygirl: Why do I feel like we're going to lose our mind because of this song?!

Badgirlriri: can't wait💙

↪️Your_username: I love youuu❤️

F1obssessed: charles liked this?

↪️Yourfan: who?

↪️Fangirlcl: he's a formula 1 driver.

↪️Formula1fan: girl you're overreacting he could be a fan🤦

↪️F1fan: you're reaching

↪️Smoothoperator: the freakles do look like him

↪️F1fan: and you know this because?

↪️Fangirl16: girl I'm telling you that's Charles like I would bet my life on this

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↪️Formula1fan: what the fuck?! Pierre liked.

↪️F1fan: that man likes anything doesn't mean that's Charles

↪️ Georgerusselfan: you guys can think he can pull a baddie like her? Like be real guys

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Charles_leclerc: Surprise? Hope you guys enjoyed the music video as much as we enjoyed filming it ;⁠) Baby I'm so proud of you♥️ and I'm so lucky to be loved by you...these months have been amazing with you by my side. I love you 😘 ps- did I make a good actor?

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F1fan: this is the hardest launch ever

Pierregasly: you sure did practice a lot

↪️Likedbygasly: lmao pierre

↪️Ynfan09: spill the tea gasly

Carlossainz55: I still can't believe the song is written about you

↪️Vettelfan: carlos💀

Landonorris: I so not needed to hear that

↪️Ynismyreligion: Lando😭😭

↪️Ynismylove: exactly there are children here

User: I like how she dropped one song and the F1 twitter was in shambles

Username05: Monday Tuesday Wednesday... Now the only thing I will remember is Charles giving yn the ride of her life

Fangirl16: the song has been stuck in my mind

LewisHamilton: Nice song Charles♥️

Smoothoperator: the whole grid is gonna make fun of Charles

Maxverstappen1: Nice to know your weekly routine mate!

↪️Fanoff1: Lmao max💀

↪️Fangirl16: just tell us that you watched the mv for Charles max

Danielriccardo: Oh didn't know you had game mate

↪️Superfan02: us too Daniel us too

↪️Randomfan02: With a face like Charles I don't think you need a game his face is game enough

Alexalbon: Nice song mate. Practiced a lot?

Georgerussel: l love how the whole grid is ganging up on Charles

Likedbygasly: I wanna know who texted the groupchat first when the video dropped

Your_username: Thank you for being in the video babe♥️ couldn't have done it without you😘😘😘

↪️Pierregasly: obviously couldn't have done it without him😂

↪️Username05: Pierre💀💀

Your_username: I loveeeee you♥️♥️

Username06: they're so cute

Charles_leclerc: nobody is complimenting my acting🙃

↪️Pierregasly: what acting?

↪️Maxverstappen1: you ate her face the whole video?? Are we supposed to compliment your kissing abilities?

↪️Landonorris: as if we haven't seen you guys sucking each other's faces off enough

[anonymousewrites]

A Study of the Heart and Brain Halloween Special 2023

Father Figure! Sherlock x Teen! Reader

          “I don’t see why we’re being forced to go to this,” said Sherlock as John pulled on his white doctor jacket.

            “Sherlock, Lestrade was trying to be polite and include us,” sighed John. “It’s Halloween.”

            “Yes. The perfect time for interesting murders,” said Sherlock. “Why would I waste my time at a silly party?”

            “Well, if we’re there, then we know if a murder is called in,” said (Y/N), stepping into the room. “So it could be helpful.”

            Sherlock stared. “What are you wearing?”

            “A costume. That’s what you’re supposed to wear to a Halloween Party,” said (Y/N).

            “That’s nonsense. I refuse to dress up,” said Sherlock. “But that doesn’t answer my question.”

            (Y/N) put their hands on their hips. “I thought it was obvious. I’m dressed as you.” They wore a purple button-up, slacks, and a long black coat. The kicker was the deerstalker on their head.

            Sherlock stared at the deerstalker, offended. “I don’t wear that hat.”

            “The press thinks you do, so it works for the costume,” said (Y/N), shrugging.

            Sherlock grumbled, but John just gave him a look.

            “You should be wearing a costume,” reiterated John.

            “Nonsense,” said Sherlock.

            “Fine,” said John. “But if you’re not going to dress up, that’s not going to keep you from going to the party.”

            “What?” said Sherlock.

            “Come on,” said John, grabbing Sherlock and pulling him out the door.

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            “Sherlock, John, (Y/N)!” greeted Lestrade, wearing an American police uniform (with a clown wig). He grinned at (Y/N)’s costume. “Very nice.”

            Sherlock grumbled. “I don’t wear a hat.”

            “I think it’s perfect,” said Lestrade, grinning widely while Sherlock sighed.

            “Oh, god, the Freakling is dressed like the Freak,” said Anderson, making a face.

            “We don’t need two Freaks. The Freakling is enough,” muttered Donovan.

            (Y/N) stiffened, Sherlock narrowed his eyes, and John glared.

            Lestrade turned on his two agents. “Go and get some punch, agents.” Donovan and Anderson started at his clear command and walked away. Lestrade turned back to (Y/N). “Sorry about that.”

            (Y/N) shrugged. “I’m used to it.”

            “Their words are stupid anyways,” said Sherlock, but his gaze had softened at (Y/N) relaxing once Donovan and Anderson were gone. He didn’t like them hurting (Y/N)’s feelings. They were his kid, and he wouldn’t let their intelligence be relegated to some “freakish” characteristic.

            “Right, right, let’s go and get some drinks before you start a fight,” said John, ushering Sherlock forward and giving Lestrade an apologetic smile.

            John pushed (Y/N) and Sherlock to the buffet table and put his hands on his hips. “You two stay here, and don’t get into trouble, do you understand?”

            “It’s not our fault Donovan and Anderson say stupid things,” said (Y/N).

            John gave them an admonishing look. “(Y/N).”

            “Fine, fine,” they said.

            John just gave Sherlock a warning look before the detective spoke before walking off to catch up with Lestrade.

            (Y/N) was silent for just a moment before glancing at Sherlock. “Anderson’s wife isn’t here.”

            “No, she is not,” said Sherlock in amusement.

            “And dressing as a doctor and nurse is very ‘coincidental,’ ” said (Y/N).

            “Very,” agreed Sherlock, smirking.

            (Y/N) smiled, trying not to laugh as they watched Donovan and Anderson from across the room. They were so obvious, as were the secrets of everyone else at the party. The deductions were far too easy.

            “Thanks for coming,” said (Y/N). “It would have been pretty boring without you.”

            “John would have continued to irritate me,” said Sherlock.

            “Maybe there’ll be a murder. We’d be first on the scene from here,” said (Y/N). They grinned at Sherlock.

            He smiled. “We would be. Let’s hope someone gets bored like we are and kills someone, then.”

            (Y/N) put their hat onto his head. “Yeah, and then Sherlock Holmes can be on the case.”

            Sherlock rolled his eyes and sighed at the hat. “I suppose I will be.” He smiled as (Y/N) grinned at him. If his kid was happy, then he was. He reached out and put the hat back on their head. “But so will you be. We’re a team.”

            (Y/N) brightened and straightened at the praise. “Right. A team. The two of us.”

            Sherlock and (Y/N) were a father and child team. They would always be there for one another. That’s what it mean to be a family.

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[hiswhitelie]

Me a pre law student’s confession:

i grew up with innocences shoved in my mouth so the moment i was “ free” i drove in deep. Touching myself in class to my professor words made me feel disgusting after so many years of feeling clean. Just gentle movements over my top made the air seemingly grow cold in a instant, my nipples straining over my shirt as my professor cleares his throat , grazing with my eyes looking over his neck as he swolles his water. the scar the glides down from his eyebrow all the way to his collarbone used to scare me but now all i feel is the urge to touch him and feel the grove of his indent from what ever cut him so horriblely. The dark freakles that covered his neck , his suit always positioned perfectly but the movement of drinking his water quickly showed what was hidden, scars,burns filled with tattoos crawling to his neck , my stares burned until his burned right back.

In the movies they say the world goes still in that moment but all i felt was tug of my thighs in realization where my hands still were. He saw me touching myself and he said nothing but burn his eyes at me. I moved my hands in speeds i never knew existed, the anxiety quickly growing , my heart escaping my body as i rocked myself back and forward to realive the tension in my thighs slowly shutting my eyes to hid from his gaze but it never left and instead grew. Fire; it looked like a burning hell fire filled with anger and disappointment , his eyes spoke words i was so afraid of and i should have been worried that he would tell the headmaster and i could have lost my seat at the law school i worked so hard to achieve but instead my mind was filled with worry of how he would view me and even worse my mind filled with pleasure… the pleasure of being caught , of him realizing i wasnt the perfect student so as i watched the clock tick filled with worries of whatever might be his response at the end of class as he usually gave me. But this time as class ended he didnt come over and speak witty words and grab my waist in laughter as he normally did instead the action he took revealed my first “kink”…. Fright. I learned i liked being scared, the tension of something bad or scary at any moment made me squirm in nerves and enjoyment so as i packed my bag up slowly watching him move back to the front of his desk leaning his back towards it, holding the desk with his hands as he looked down. It was so quiet i almost broke down screaming from how oddly terrifying it was but the overwhelming sensation of pleasure at me more. Every step down felt heavier until it shattered, all that drip from his mouth was my name is such a way that felt like disgusting with his jaw clenched “ ######(my name will be revealed the moment i can share the disgust background of it ) sit down” and so i did.

- his white lie

[chiyuki-hiro]

So, I unfortunately can’t play HPHL at the moment (due to old laptop) & have other priorites than getting a new computer. However, that hasn’t stopped me from watching other peoples’ streams of the game & I just gotta say one thing. 

My weakness for red-heads with freakles is currently being challenged by a blind kid with a tragic backstory. & I know that when I do get around to playing my Hufflepuff student, I’m gonna be struggling with figuring out which of these two characters I’m gonna wanna hang out with more. How am I supposed to decide?!?

[poirot]

I wanna make a list with films I still want to watch, can you guys recommend some of your favorites please 

[tiifalockhart]

Freckles

Pairing: Zack x Sephiroth

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: None

A/N: This is for a dear friend of mine’s birthday <3 Happy birthday Ana, I hope you like your gift!! Inspired by her obsession with Sephiroth’s tiny freckles in AC <3

Masterlist || Ao3

A secret that Sephiroth somehow managed to unintentionally hide was the fact that he had freckles. 

The moment Zack realized it, it was like he fell in love all over again. 

It wasn’t an easy task to get close to Sephiroth, both emotionally and physically. Sometimes, it felt like you were speaking to a brick wall whenever you came into contact with him. He was formal and polite... That was about the best most strangers could describe him as. Sephiroth didn’t really open up to anyone, and anyone who wanted to try had to work very hard for it. There were very few people he naturally bonded with... One of those people being the “puppy” of SOLDIER.

Realistically, Zack was the only one close even to get a good look at Sephiroth’s facial features. The silver haired SOLDIER rarely let someone get close to him, even if they dared to. Most people were simply too intimidated to look him in the eye. 

Zack knew Sephiroth’s face like the back of his hand (mostly from the many hours he’s spent admiring and kissing it). He knew the way his cat-like pupils reacted to the lighting of the room, the way his face would get a pink tint whenever Zack said something mildly inappropriate. He knew the way Sephiroth would apply his mascara to hide his white eyelashes or the slight pout that would form on Sephiroth’s lips whenever Zack would take too long to join him in bed. Zack even knew the curves and strong features of Sephiroth’s face, his fingers trailing along with his cheek and jaw bones seemingly unendingly. The most enchanting part of Sephiroth’s facial features would be his tiny freckles that decorated the top of his cheekbones and nose. 

Sephiroth’s freckles are an easy feature to miss. No one knows where they came from, especially since none of Sephiroth’s supposed fathers or mothers had freckles. Perhaps it was from the sun from his many missions, but the rest of him never seemed to adopt this same tan (imagine the tan lines, though). It was a mystery for sure, but Zack hardly gave a damn about where they came from. 

The puppy’s favorite pass time quickly became kissing or counting Sephiroth’s freckles. Zack would squint and attempt to count them from across the room as if it was some kind of a game. Lazard definitely wasn’t seeing things when he saw Sephiroth’s cheeks turn slightly rosy from Zack’s gaze during a meeting one day. 

Every other day,  Zack would happily hold Sephiroth against his chest and recount his freckles, especially during their slow days. Zack continued to make ridiculous claims that Sephiroth had somehow developed yet another freckle. Most conversations went about the same. 

“Forty-five.... Forty-six.... Forty-seven.... Oh?....” Zack counted off as he examined Sephiroth’s face. The silver haired male was currently napping beneath him, lulled to sleep by Zack’s hand running through his hair. He nearly jumped out of his skin at Zack’s loud and dramatic gasp. “You have another one!! Forty-eight freckles!” He cheered. 

Sephiroth’s frown quickly turned into a pout as he sat up, removing himself from Zack’s lap. “You’ve interrupted my nap... Again.” He muttered, a sigh of defeat leaving his lips. “And I don’t have another freckle.” The SOLDIER added, moving over to the coffee machine and preparing for the evening. 

“You definitely have a new freckle.” Zack insisted, a proud smirk on his lips as he admired his boyfriend from afar. Sephiroth couldn’t help the sigh that escaped his lips. He knew better than to deny Zack, considering that Sephiroth never actually developed more freckles. Zack, frankly, was just terrible at counting them and would recount the same few freckles over and over again. 

...And Sephiroth had a lot more than just forty-eight freckles.

After a quick glance in the reflection of the metal in their microwave, Sephiroth let out a satisfactory hum. “It seems that I do.” He agreed formally, his straight face breaking as soon as Zack’s arms wrapped around him again. 

“Told ya.” Zack purred, that same proud grin decorating his lips. Sephiroth’s cheeks heated up at the touch, causing him to stubbornly look away.

“Don’t stare at me like you did the other day again during our meetings. Lazard asked me about the other day... I had to come up with a weird excuse.” He explained, handing Zack his overly-sweetened coffee before making his own bland and bitter black coffee. 

“Weird excuse?” Zack asked, pulling away and not really bothering to hide the smirk. “What did you manage to come up with? It’s not every day someone sees the hero himself blush.” He teased, replacing the ever-growing smirk with his coffee mug. 

“I... Do not wish to talk about it.” Sephiroth replied, looking away as he sulked. The images of Lazard’s disapproving gaze slowly changing into a knowing smirk will haunt Sephiroth forever. Zack could only let out a hushed chuckle as he shrugged it off. 

“I’m sure you’ll be fine, big guy.” He answered, reaching up to ruffle Sephiroth’s hair. The first class SOLDIER glared at Zack, an obvious gleam of playfulness in his eyes. 

Sephiroth ran his fingers through his hair, fixing the mess that Zack had made as he examined the younger. “It seems you wish to run more laps today, Zack.” Sephiroth quipped, causing the younger to raise his brows in surprise. 

“Hey, who told you that you could go all ‘Big Boss-man’ on me?” He complained. Apparently, it was Zack’s turn to pout as Sephiroth moved on from the kitchen, heading towards his bedroom to change. 

“I did. I hope you’ll be dressed before me... The track is looking quite lonely today otherwise.” Sephiroth continued, a smug glint in his eyes as he disappeared into his bedroom. 

Naturally, the two of them ended right back in the same spot later that night. Zack was cradling a sleepy Sephiroth, his fingers threading through his silver hair. Sephiroth wasn't much of a cuddler, especially with people who happen to be younger than him. Zack was very.... Proud, to say the least. It isn't just anyone who can make the top SOLDIER melt under their touch. Not even Genesis or Angeal had the same experience as Zack did. Zack definitely took this as a blessing and an ego booster. 

As much as Sephiroth dreaded it, he would occasionally feel the gentle brush of Zack’s free hand against his cheek as he once again counted the freckles on his face. Eventually, Zack will move on, Sephiroth thought. He will soon.... Right?

Sephiroth ended up being very wrong. How was he supposed to reject those heart-wrenching and cursed puppy eyes? Eventually, the counting exceeded past just counting. It grew from simple admiration to kissing. Sephiroth’s face would always end up with a slight pink tint by the time Zack moved on from decorating each of his freckles with two kisses each. 

This obsession also resulted in... Weird nicknames. Sephiroth, admittedly, wasn’t quite sure how he felt about most of them. They ranged from pretty normal names to something he would name a dog. For example, “Speckles” was certainly somewhere in that grey area. Over time, Sephiroth found himself growing more and more used to these... “Nicknames,” even responding to those that sound absolutely ridiculous.

Any time Sephiroth would come home to Zack, a bright grin was always present on the younger’s face. It made his heart swell... The thought of someone caring about him enough to be excited to see him every waking moment. “Good evening, Zack.” Sephiroth greeted somewhat formally, still adjusting to the whole ‘boyfriend’ concept.

Zack looked up at his lover. “Evening, cupcake with sprinkles.” He chimed, catching Sephiroth off guard. The silver haired male stopped in his tracks, slowly turning towards the other. 

“...What did you just call me?” He questioned, a confused and slightly bewildered look in his eyes. Sephiroth swore he had misheard Zack.

Zack laughed quietly and pushed himself off the couch, giving Sephiroth his greeting kiss. “Cupcake with sprinkles?” He replied, the statement sounding much like a question. “No good?” Zack asked, grinning at the older SOLDIER. 

Sephiroth, attempting to suppress the red color on his face, looked away. “It’s quite... Unique.” He answered, attempting to salvage Zack’s feelings. “However, you have come up with better in the past.” He continued, pulling away and stepping into his bedroom, beginning to change. 

Zack leaned against the door frame and raised a brow, crossing his arms as the smallest smirk formed on his lips. “Oh yeah? Like what?” He hummed, a somewhat teasing tone to his voice. Sephiroth’s mind began to swarm with the many, many terrible names Zack managed to come up with. Don’t get him wrong, he found it quite endearing... But at the same time, it was just downright weird stuff sometimes. 

A stifled cough left Sephiroth’s lips as he searched for an answer, before sighing in defeat. “...I thought freakles was quite unique and amusing.” He confessed, rubbing the back of his neck as he slid past Zack. 

Zack’s eyes lit up with admiration and interest, he obviously wasn’t expecting that answer. “You liked freakles? Out of every other nickname I’ve ever come up with?” He questioned, a hint of surprise in his voice. Sephiroth sighed in defeat as he grabbed some leftover food out of the fridge. 

“It is certainly better than ‘cupcake with sprinkles.’ I am not a cupcake, Zack.” Sephiroth explained, attempting to bite back the smile that was fighting its way to his lips. “Freakles was... Witty. I liked it.” He explained, crossing his arms as he turned towards Zack. 

Zack raised a brow and nodded lightly. “Who knew you liked dad jokes so much?” He retorted playfully, winking at the older. Sephiroth scoff as he watched his food spin in the microwave. 

“I only like them because you never stop telling them.” He pointed out, raising a brow. “You’re worse than Angeal’s old jokebooks.” The first class SOLDIER teased. 

Zack pouted up at his boyfriend, crossing his arms stubbornly. “I think you meant better?” He argued playfully, his voice holding an astronomical amount of sass. Sephiroth merely rolled his eyes and grabbed their food, placing it on two plates for them both. 

Eventually, this obsession Zack had developed moved onto simple admiration. Zack constantly had eyes full of love for Sephiroth. It was absolutely adorable to some (like Angeal), and really gross to others (like Genesis). The puppy would get in the same pose every time, his chin would rest on his right palm, his lips would curl into a pleasant smile and his gaze would hold love in it, as if he were falling in love with Sephiroth all over again. There was a point in time where Zack was no longer afraid of people finding out about their relationship. Hell, what is there to be afraid of? 

Sephiroth could always feel Zack’s gaze on him, but it didn’t bother him. He had grown used to his unreserved displays of love. PDA had never been something that Sephiroth was fond of, but he would let Zack get away with a lot of it. Most of the time, Zack would pepper kisses along his freckles. Other times, Zack would simply hold his hand, looking like he was the proudest SOLDIER out there. Sephiroth... Admired Zack for his explicit nature when it came to love, he personally could never imagine being so open with the public in such a way. In some weird manner, this open display Zack constantly put on was some version of security for Sephiroth. Surely this meant that they were in it for the long run? Sephiroth wasn’t going to complain, he loved Zack and wanted him to know it at all times as well. 

So, from the moment they started being more open about their relationship, there was hardly ever a moment in time where Sephiroth felt lonely and unloved. Zack was always by his side, giving him words of encouragement and kissing each of his freckles. Sephiroth couldn’t ask for anything better at this point. He felt safe knowing that he won’t ever lose Zack.

...And that his crazy nicknames finally stopped.

[maira-writes-shit]

Paperplanes and Monster energy

Haikyuu Matsawa Issei x Hanamaki Takahiro

Fluff, crak, getting together

Words:745

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/25D4FbNdLjhvPeOU55CiFb?si=6d98f68413b34699

There was a knock on his window.

Makki jumped up with a small smile and grabbed his backpack. He jumped out of his window.

Makki jumped up with a small smile and grabbed his backpack. He jumped out of his window.

"Hey bitch."

"Be quiet Asshole."

Makki held up his fist to Mattsun who shook it with that smirk that made Makki's heart do backflips.

"Heh Dumbass."

It was a full moon and the streets were tinted a pretty silver color as the two of them mounted their bikes and started their journey.

Makki loved these days. He loved being with Mattsun and just talking shit.This was his favorite thing.

Some days Mattsun would just leave a paperplane in front of Makki's window and he would know exactly what it meant.

To everyone else they were just known as the chaotic duo from Seijoh, but what was behind it was the best friendship Makki had ever had.

They understood eachother without needing to talk. Mattsun knew about his struggles and he knew of Mattsuns.

Makki could trust him.

It wasn't too big of a surprise when Makki relized his feelings were no longer platonic.

Who wouldn't fall for someone like Mattsun?

Makki sighed as he looked up at the sky for a moment.

What did I do to deserve him in my life?

They flopped down on the swings and Makki pulled two Monster cans from his backpack, giving one to Mattsun.

They sat.

Sat and looked up into the sky freakled with stars.

There were nights they would talk for hours and then there were nights were they just sat, enjoing the others company and thinking.

A metal sound braught him back to reality as Mattsun put his can next to Makki's with a small smile and some kind eyes.

Makki smiled back and let his head drop onto the others shoulder as they sweyed a little bit.

Paperplanes.

Makki's thoughts were clouded with them.

He loved to keep them. He had a box full of them, although his sister had found a few and used them for other things.

This morning ther had been another one in front of his window.

It was summerbreak and Makki was looking after his siblings.

He hadn't seen Mattsun all break long because ha had been gone with his family, so Makki was looking forward to seeing his best friend again.

Makki went through the day as normal with just a little bit more lightheartedness in every move.

Makki was in love and he knew it.

Mattsun just made him feel all sorts of things but mainly happy. Happy to just be with him, happy to make him laugh, happy to simply be alive.

Takahiro Hanamaki never thought of himself as a sappy person but damm...this curly haired fuckwaffle made him want to write poems, hold hands and watch the sunset together.

He let out a huff with a loving smile on his face as he looked down at the Monster can in his hand.

"Someone's in loooooooooooooooove!", came Makki's little brother's voice from behind him. "Oh shut up, Aiko! It's Mattsun, we already know that!"

Makki felt his cheeks warm but just turned around to throw a pillow at his sister and their little brother.

A knock on his window. Makki jumped out of his window. Mattsun was there. Makki smiled.

The stars sparkled above their heads as they sat down on the swings at the playground.

The curly haired man next to him pulled his phone and headphones out of his poket.

"Hey Makki! Want to?" he help out one of his earphones which Makki took.

So they were just sitting there on the swings, listening to music as the moon shone his light on the city below them.

Makki smiled a little bit wider as his favrioute song came on: Let's fall in love for the night by FINNEAS

The pink haired man hummed along and closed his eyes.

"Play me a song that you like...you can bet I'll know...every line."

Makki looked to his right to see Mattsun smiling at him in a fond way as he sang the last couple of lines.

Was it just him or were they awfully close...Makki couldn't help but smile though and finally his lips met another pair of slightly chapped lips. A pair of lips he had wanted to kiss for so long.

When they pulled away Mattsun looked down at Makki's hand and up again.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Dumbass!"

[whumpsblog]

(imagine the emoji here) Conner, you have to let Hanna do whatever she wants to do to you (bar killing you/escaping) for five minutes

Hanna Light and Conner are from my Story of Hanna Light whump series. The events below occur between chapter six and seven.

Tagging: @broken-horn , @eatyourdamnpears , @butwhatifyouwrite , @bloodandbandages , @inky-whump. If anyone wants to be added or removed PM me. 

"So . . . . Let me get this straight." Hanna asked slowly and clearly confused. "I can do whatever I want to you . . . . for five minutes?"

Conner's blond sharp eyebrows knitted together and the corners of his lips pulled up in a ghost of a smirk. "No." He chuckled with a voice that was smooth and strong like the Burbon he so enjoyed to dring after dinner. "You can't kill me,” he said “and you can't escape." His smirk grew. “But other than that . . . I’m all yours.” 

Her green eyes narrowed. “Why?” She asked him skeptically. “What do you get out of this?”

He laughed. “Maybe because I want to be kind for a change?” He offered with a cheeky smirk. “Or maybe because I’m . . . curious.” 

“Curious?” She growled. 

Conner nodded. “In what you’ll do to me.” He purred. “You see . . . from where i’m standing you have two options. You can either do as your suposed to do and please me . . . or . . . you can attack me.” His smirk grew. 

Her skin prickled and she rolled her eyes. If her powers weren’t be supressed she would have started glowing. “How considerate of you.” She growled. “Truly.”

“Your time starts now." He growled as he looked down to his watch.

‘Attack him!’. Her instincts screamed at her. “Fuck his rules! Knock him out and get out of here!’ 

She launched herself at him and he swiftly maneuvered around her, dodging her attack with a quick side step and sending her sprawling to her bedroom floor with a hard thud. 

He laughed. “I see you’ve chosen the later . . . lets see what you got.”

Her face flushed and she tried again. She pushed herself off the floor and tore off, hauling the full momentum of her body at him, and pulling back her fist for a mean right hook . . .only to have him dodged the damn attack all over again.

"Stop moving!" She screamed. "Stop moving and just let me hit you!"

To her suprise Connor stilled and a new attack of Hanna’s connected with his cheek. The impact of the attack snapped his face to the side and he fell backwards.

Hanna didn’t waste any time. With an outraged cry she jumped on him, straddled his waist, and punched him over and over and over again in the face. Relentless and precise blows rained down upon the Alpha and knuckles connected with sharp cheekbones, splitting flesh and snapping the cartilege of his nose. He cried out in agony as blood flew and splattered both of their faces.

"Why!?" She screamed. "Why did you do it!? Why did you attack my family?!" She inhaled a shaky furiouse breath and grabbed the front of his shirt, before she pulled him upright and struggled with his weight. "We were happy!” She screamed. “We were happy and--and we weren’t bothering you! Why couldn't you just . . . left us alone!?" 

She delivered another mean right hook and released her hold on his shirt, allowing him to fall backwards and hit the floor. His lip was cracked and so was the skin above his left cheek bone. Hes left eye was red from where she had socked him, and his nose, which was broken and bent, had blood running down it.

Tears gathered in her eyes, large ones that threaten to spill with a simple blink, and eventually did. They streamed down her full freakled face to her chin where they collected and fell freely onto Conner’s. With a final pained scream, she  slamed both fists down on his chest and in doing so her face crumpled and a sob escaped past her lips. 

“Why?!” She sobbed. “Why would you do that to them?! Th-they were just kids!”

Conner didn’t move. He laied silently underneath Hanna and watched her through his pain and his one swollen eye as she fell apart. He’d never seen this part of Hannah before and though he knew it existed, he didn't expect to see it this soon into their relationship.

"They were kids!" She she shrieked as she crumpled and doubled forward. Her hair draped across his broad chest, soft blond curls that smelled of strawberry shampoo. Her slender fingers grasped at his blood splattered dress shirt and her arms trembled. “They were just kids.” She cried. “Just . . . kids . . . “

Conner remained frozed under her for a long while before he sat upright and wraped is arms around her. He pulled her into his body and cuped the back of her head with his hand.

Hanna frozed in a mixture of horror and disgust -- the same way one would freeze if they were suddenly hugged by a human sized spider. 

"I'm sorry." He said genuinely and with sincerity. "I'm sorry about your friends." His arms were strong and his embrace warm and enticing -- the perfect trap for someone who was longing for a bit of warmth. After all that she had been through in the past few days . . . she needed a hug like this. 

She wasn’t proud of herself but she fell into him and rested her forehead agains his clavical. 

"Then please Conner . . . save them." She begs. "Please. I’ll do whatever you want, just . . . save them. Please."

Conner sighed and slowly grabed Hanna by her shoulders. He pushed her back so that she's sitting flat on his legs and so his hazel eyes were peering down into her pleading green ones. He moved his hand to her face, which he cupped gently, and to his suprise she pressed her round cheek into it with a smallest wimper. 

"No." He said. “But nice try.”

MASTER LIST FOR THIS SERIES

[tarotdeckshuffle]

What would the chocobros do if their S/O was self conscious about freakles almost All over there body? Not liking to show off there back because of it or any other part in that matter

Today’s warmup! I’m not going to let this bad situation stop me from doing the things I love! I hope you like this! ❤

Taglist: @idiotflowerex, @laststory1013, @sayaoqueen, @jophinabean, @mysme-already

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Noctis

Would help you cover your back if you want,

Like wrapping himself around you if you were in a bathing suit.

But he loves every inch of you. 

He won’t force you out of your comfort zone,

But it does hurt him to watch you sometimes.

Wants you to see how beautiful you are,

But he knows that won’t happen until you’re ready. 

Prompto

Goes shirtless first. 

Tries to make fun of himself so that you feel better. 

If that doesn’t work, he tries other “fun” methods.

Might steal your towel or shirt,

Compliments you nonstop. 

He just wants to see you smile. 

If you tell him to stop,

He will.

And he’ll apologize profusely. 

His coping mechanism is to make things fun,

And that’s how he tries to make you feel better. 

Ignis

So tender, so loving. 

He kisses your back

And all down your arms,

Every time he sees you start closing down. 

Tells you that he loves them because he loves you.

You are a masterpiece of art: an ever changing being with a picture created by the gods on your skin. 

He really is a flatterer. 

Gladio

You are his night sky. 

Traces constellations on your skin. 

May name new ones and keep them to himself. 

Light fingers running over your skin. 

He smiles and tells you that it’s alright if you want to change,

But he loves you the way you are. 

Ravus

Doesn’t know what to say to you.

Hates the way you treat yourself, though.

When you start closing down,

He flinches and pulls you close,

Kissing you hard. 

“You are the image of perfection the way you are.” 

Luna

Understands better than anyone else.

Runs soft fingers between freckles, all over your skin. 

She’ll treat you tenderly,

Even if you won’t treat yourself that way. 

“The radiance of the stars is painted on your skin. You are MY starlight.” 

Nyx

Gets frustrated by how you see yourself. 

Wants to show you off. 

Tries to convince you that no one else minds your freckles. 

But that really doesn’ work.

Finally, he has an idea. 

You come home one night,

He’s waiting at the door with a blindfold. 

Everything is romantic and fun as he puts it on you and leads you inside.

As you are lead through your home, he starts to speak:

“You know you’re my everything. You’re intelligent, funny, and beautiful.

I know it’s hard for you to see that, though. So I want to help. On Galahd we had a saying, ‘flowers bloom together.’ It means that flowers all bloom at the same time and that they need each other to bloom, so I wanted to show you other flowers.” 

He takes the blind fold off to reveal a homemade art gallery. 

He’s found pictures and artwork of other people,

That now adorns your walls.

Works showing the beauty of a variety of skin types.

From freckles, vitiligo, scars, eczema, and many more. 

Before you are pictures of people like you.

People that are beautiful, are living their lives, are represented in ways only celebrities were before.

Nyx isn’t sure if this is what you needed,

But he wanted to show you a garden of wonder,

One that you are a part of. 

Ardyn

Is not ok with how you treat yourself.

No one treats his love like that,

Even them.

But he just can’t convince you that you’re beautiful!

So he goes back to his roots. 

He’ll find stories to help you feel better,

Like birthmarks being scars from your past life.

He weaves a tale just for you:

You are the reincarnation of one of the minor gods: Heaven’s Painter.

This god was tasked with painting the night sky over Eos. 

Your past self painted ideas for the heavens they had on their skin.

Places where they wanted to put stars, constellations they could have created. 

But they died before they could complete their work. 

Now, you are here, a picture of the god that once lived. 

Your freckles are what remains of astral paint and how the heavens could have looked. 

A being with more beauty than even the night sky could hold.

While the story may seem far fetched,

You love’s words are filled with sincerity. 

Because to Ardyn,

You are simply divine.

[too-strange-for-earth]

Memories (6-?)

Paring: Jim Hopper x Daughter! Reader, Nancy x Reader (platonic), Jonathan x reader (platonic), Steve x reader

warnings: bad writing, all over the place, Russians, language, going off canon, fluff, season 3 spoilers.

Tags: @bandsandanimefreak @fortheloveoflamp @naomiiiiiiiiiii04 @addictwithaheavydirtcheetah @daddyuwuss

A/n: ok so, this is a long ass series and I’m hoping that it will end in chapter 8 but who knows. Also, I’m running souly on coffee so if my writing becomes worse than it is, sorry.

Masterlist

Prompt list

(1)-(2)-(3)-(4)-(5)-(7)-(8)

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No one was expected to see someone who was claimed dead at a mall. First off no one is expecting to see someone alive after being called dead for a year let alone a month. But Hawkins always finds a way to keep things interesting.

Starcourt Mall 2 looked very similar to the first one, just without the secret Russian base. (Y/n) was hoping to have a normal girls day, key word hoping; but as always there were rumors. Some were good others not so much. The bad ones went from her running off with a man to killing billy herself and couldn’t deal with what she did and ran off.

“Is that (y/n) Hopper?” A few girls nearby were whispering amongst each other. “I thought she was dead!” One said watching the (y/h/c) walk past them smiling at her sister and friend as they walked to the food court.

“Apparently she ran off after the fire because she couldn’t deal with the loss of her friend” the three were glad that the rumor her Dad and Joyce spread got to the rest of hawkins so they could be in public. “poor Steve, he couldn’t keep a girl cause he missed Hoppers kid.” Right as El went to get the food Tommy H ruined the day.

“Hey look, it’s the town other freak. Zombie chick!” With something so stupid you’d think it wouldn’t catch on, but of course since it was Tommy who said it, it did. Everyone stopped to stare at the girl in shock. Did she change? Did she really run off with a man? Or did she kill billy?

“Yep you caught me.” (Y/n) laughed helping max and el carry the food to the benches. “So how did you do it? Killing billy and escaping?” Tommy smirked sitting behind her. Max stiffened hearing the death of her step brother, she might not have had the best relationship with him, but there were days where they had fun.

“You want to know?” She smirked back turning in her chair to face him. This was a dangerous game she was playing, it could either make the rumors worse or make Tommy leave. “What I did to Billy, was something any girl could do.” She whispered to the freakled boy.

“All I had to do...” she put her hand on his face looking into his eyes. “Was tell him...” at this point no one knew if she was flirting or joking but whatever it was Tommy was putty in her hands. “To fuck off and leave my sister, max and I alone. Stick your head somewhere else, maybe put it back up your ass.” She said moving her face away from the flustered yet angry boy.

“That was amazing!” Max said laughing in her chair with El. “You have to teach me how to do that!” The girl continued on about the look on Tommy’s face while they were eating. When (y/n) moved to grab her drink she noticed someone familiar, and not the good familiar either.

His squar face, hair that was almost pitch black, and eyebrows that could fall off his face if he scowled anymore just set the girl off. There were definitely more Russians in Hawkins than they thought. “Ok I’m sorry but we have to end this girls day short, we have to talk to robin and Dustin.” (Y/n) said quietly to the girls.

“What? Why” max was more confused than ever, who did she see? “Reasons. Now let’s go” (y/n) picked up her trash and threw it away and took her friends to the sailor themed ice cream shop.

“Ahoy ladies-” Steve cit himself off when he saw the panick in his girlfriends eyes. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He lead the three girls to the break room behind the counter. “I saw them Steve. They are here! We need to find Dustin!” (Y/n) said in a hushed voice not wanting anyone to over hear their conversation. Steve could tell she was about to have a panic attack, he didn’t know what to do in these situations. But he guessed pulling her into a hug could help her calm down.

He gave Max a questioning look and mouthed ‘who’ as he tried to calm (y/n) down. “I think the Russians are back in Hawkins. Maybe some never left?” Max guessed and looked to El who just nodded. “Oh shit.” The four of them turned to look at the door to see Dustin with a scoop of USS butterscotch.

“How much did you hear?” Steve was getting more protective by the minute, he didn’t want to lose her again. He gave her a quick squeeze and let go of her shaking form as she ran a hand through her hair and nodded a thank you to Steve. “Enough to know that we are in deep shit.” Dustin moves to be closer to the three girls as Steve started to pace.

“Dustin I need your Walkie Talkie.” Max said holding her hand out, he was going to complain but received a glare from (y/n). The minute Dustin gave it to her Max turned it on and made sure it was on the right channel. “Guys we have a Code red.” Max said, when no one answered she repeated herself.

“That’s it. (Y/n) El, lets go find the dweebs.” Steve knew that he couldn’t let (y/n) go, what if she would be captured again? He can’t let her go through that again!

The four of them went to Lucas’s and Wills house to picked them up in Steve’s new ish car. When they reached the Wheelers house everyone filed out of the car. Steve knocked on the door three times as soon as Steve was about to knock the fourth time Mike answered. “Why is there a code red? What happened?” Mike asked letting everyone in. “Because some people decided to not leave Hawkins after Starcourt.” Dustin said to Mike opening the basement door.

“What do you mean?” Mike sat down on the couch with El holding her hand. “Russians Mike, Russians are back and we need to get as much wire as we can get. (Y/n) and I can go get the wire if you and Lucas can go ask Mr. Clarke. El and Will can go to the radio and make sure everything is still there, and max can go with Steve to tell Hopper. Don’t argue this is the best we can get so far.” Dustin listed if jobs and teams of two.

Hopefully this will work, hopefully this plan doesn’t backfire, and hopefully the Russians won’t recognize anyone...

(Part 7)

[princehec-tor-kur]

Entrapta quietly unlocked the doors to the Inner Sanctum (bedroom), she used her hair to silently tiptoe across the room to the queen sized bed. Wrapped in scarlet sheets was her beautiful husband. She didn't want to wake him up, but she was tired and felt like she needed one last boost of energy before bed.

She tilted his head up and planted a kiss on his lips. Red lipstick? What's the special occasion?... What -is- the special occasion???! She raced throught her mind to try to make some connection, to remember if she had forgotten something. Before she could find the answer two neon red eyes opened up and began to lazily look back at her. But Entrapta was the first to speak up, gently and softly. "Hi."

She absentmindedly massaged the tip of his left ear. He leaned into her touch and gave that soft smile. "Happy anniversary."

Entrapta mentally facepalmed herself, of course, three years now. How could she forget? What could be more important?! Hec-Tor overcame mind control with the power of will and love and you can't even remeber the happiest day of your life circled on every calendar in the castle. She sighed deeply.

"I'm sorry. So so sorry, cuddle cake~. I totally forgot. Catra and Glimmer called us all again for another Emergency Princess Meeting and it ran overtime, I lost track of time in the lab at BrightMoon and-and... and I'm making excuses... I'm sorry." Her hair limped in defeat and head raised up in annoyance, she knocked on her forehead with her gloved hand. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

She looked back down at the lipstick. He was waiting. Damn it. It was strawberry too. He waited for her. I didn't make it back. Something made a connection, a memory, a memeory she didn't want to remember. A thin, light hand came around her waist. It wasn't strong or heavy, it couldn't force the waist be pulled down to him, the waist desired to be pulled closer.

Her hair quickly wrapped itself around Hec-Tor, it pulled up the sheets and Entrapta slide in. Now, two tired faces stared at each other. Entrapta noted that she was still in her working clothes overalls, sweat shirt, gloves, mask. That damn mask. She took it off and carelessly threw it across the room. Always hiding behind it. Hiding her emotions and feelings. Hiding from what?! What was she afraid of anymore? Judgement!? Everybody already thought she was weird. She was home. There was no one who could judge or hurt her here. That damn mask. "H-," words caught in her throat, "How was your day?" She asked with a weak smile.

Hec-Tor stopped and thought about it, his eyes had no pupils, but she could tell they were darting around aimlessly. "The dinner went cold. Even though the kids didn't want to, we made the cupcakes without you, we hide your present under the bed and watched the that movie you always wanted to." The recollection of the day didn't help with Entrapta's self-worth.

She also noted that he was wearing a dress, well half a dress, the black one with the silver accents and the stars. The top half of the dress was off, it was all still armour, plating, it could be taken off piece by piece. She could easily take it apart with her hair. The thought crossed her mind and she would've been lying if she said it didn't excite her, drove her through some animalistic side of her. She really did love her husband. And she'd do anything to make it up to him.

She pulled herself closer, buried her face into his bear chest. The hair grew tighter around him. She muttered, "I'm sorry. I'm the woooooorst. I promise I'll make it up to you tomorrow and... and I said the same thing yesturday."

"Yes."

"And the day before that."

"Huhmm."

"I'm sorry."

"Stop saying that. I understand. You were busy. You are busy. You have responsibilities at BrightMoon. I do understand... but,"

Oh no here it comes.

"You know I don't lie. Not to you. Not to anyone. And I would be lying if I said I wasn't slightly angry. We had a day planned out. It was our day...

And I'm not angry at you."

What. "You're not?"

His ears lowered, "I could never be angered with you... well, I do despise you when to radiovate a tissue sample before you centrinicate it, but besides that specific instince, I will never stop loving you with all my hearts." This made the scientist woman smile, a warm feeling in her chest as she melted into his.

"I am angry with Catra or perhaps Glimmer. Which ever initiates these pointless round ups. Entrapta, I know that you're discussing trade agreements, the very same ones me and Angella signed and gave the green certificate to, three years ago."

"It's 'Angella and me' actually."

"Hatred rising."

"Heh, sorry. Go on."

He sighed, kissed her forehead lightly. "It just feels like sometimes they're tring to distract you... from me. ...It seems idiotic and childish to display such jealousy... but I feel like... like they're tring to- (sigh)... like they need to protect you from me. I think they want to save you from me... I think they think I'm hurting you or - or keeping you a here against your will or- something!"

He looked down at her, her beautiful glowing, sparkling eyes, soft skin, lovable freakles. The most terrifing being in the universe wrapped in his arms. What met him was an expression of confusion, with a raised brow and a frown. "What? That doesn't make sense! Why'd they think that? You're so cute!" She exclaimed as she scratched under his chin.

A deep red blush rose on his cheeks, a dorky smile followed, "Yes well... not everyone has such good tastes as you... snuggle pie."

"Well, they're missing out." She said as she placed a kiss on his lips, he kissed back. Entrapta leaned in more, and more. She loved it, the cold lips. So relaxing. Hec-Tor broke the kiss and gave a smug smirk. Entrapta once again quirked a brow.

"Is that a six sided hex driver in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"

Entrapta's face turned a bright red as her expression grew more determined. And so the long night began. The next morning Entrapta cancelled all her meetings and decided to make up for the lost time.

[chloe-spade]

World of "Disney" Cinderella Era Final Chapter

The Carriage shined throughout the night as it travel to the castle.

Patton look through the window with complete amazment and sighs happily."I can't believe my dream can come true...."

The carriage parked by the front of the castle and Patton looks at the stairs."Here we go.."

Patton walked up the stairs and entered the ball room and his eyes directly met Prince Logan, who was in his royal chair, yawning as women aproched him.

He looks up and his eyes were given fill attention to the beautiful stranger who enter the room, his light brown hair shines with his bright blue suit and glass slippers.

Logan slowly got up and walks to Patton, and clears his throat."Excuse, sir?"

Patton looks up and looks into Logan's eyes."O-Oh!"

"Mind if we share a dance?" Logan asked, holding his hand out.

Virgil looks around."Too many people......"

"Shush! The dance is about to start!"Roman shushed.

Patton nods and holds Logan's hand."Of course."

The two looks at each other's eyes as they begins to dance.

Logan felt something very magical within Patton as he felt his body glow within the light of the night.

Patton walks outside, follows by Logan and watched the stars, humming.

"I do believe you are... beautiful."

Patton cheeks turn light pink and looks away."Thank you, your highness..."

Patton looks up and kisses Logan softly, his hand on his cheek.

Logan kisses back and holds Pattion close, finding his true love that night.

*Ding!Ding!*

Patton gasp and looked at the clock."It's Midnight...I gotta go!"Patton sped to his Carriage but stopped by Logan.

"Find me!!"Patton took of his glass slipper and handed to Logan. "Say Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo! And you'll be able to find me when you do!"Patton gets in the carriage and it sped to his house and he ran up and changed back.

Patton dragged himself to his bed and sighs happily."Prince Logan."

The next few days, Patton been daydreaming about Logan, always humming to the song the danced too and dance will cleaning.

"Wow, he's been day dreaming."Remy complimented, watching Patton dance in his room.

"Girls! Listen! The prince will be here any minute!"

Patton kept silent as he walks downstairs to sweep the patio.

That's when Logan came by and bumps into Patton.

"My apologies." Logan said, Holding the glass slipper.

Patton smiles."Bippity boppity...."he started as Logan entered the house."....boo."

The slipper glowed a light blue and fairy dust showed the direction of Patton, who was now cleaning water barrel.

"Excuse me...um?"

"Patton."

"Patton? Are you the mysterious man at the ball? The one who j danced with..cause I knew your face looked very familiar, the freakles and light brown hair."

Patton blushes madly and Nods."I am."

Logan smiles and helps Patton up and kisses him."You're amazing details are amazingly unforgettable to me."

"Aw! Logy!" Patton smiles and hugs him."I love you."

Logan puts the glass slipper on and Patton's beautiful suit came right back on.

"I knew we'd make a good couple, Logan."Patton joked as Logan's Dave became redder.

"Wait, were we in a fairytale!?"

"Ye-ah!!!!!"

(Can't wait for the @the-officially-kat Logicality Cinderella au!)

[thereturnofthedirtyblog]

So, I did some digging on those 'satanic' symbols..

I saw the post were Freakling Bros. call out GA on their bullshit on FB that there were some symbols used from the tv show Supernatural. I used to watch that show a lot, so I immediately watched the GA episode and oh my..

I recognized at least three symbols that were used in the show, and while trying to find sources I even found a fourth one. Now, some symbols that they use are based on some real-life lore, so I don't know if they're necessarily 'fake', but it's still interesting to me.

Here are the links to the ones that I found (hopefully they work lol)

One of them, prominently displayed in the background, was a sigil to open up purgatory: https://supernatural.fandom.com/wiki/Opening_Purgatory

Another one is called the Aquarian Star or Unicursal Hexagram, a symbol for a fictional society within the Supernaturaluniverse: https://supernatural.fandom.com/wiki/Aquarian_Star https://supernatural.fandom.com/wiki/Men_of_Letters

Very small in the corner, I think I recognized a rune called 'Algiz', a rune of protection: https://spn-symbols.livejournal.com/tag/rune:%20algiz

And finally, the most hilarious one, the Cross of Questioning, a.k.a. the symbol for the band Blue Oyster Cult: https://spn-symbols.livejournal.com/tag/cross%20of%20questioning

The most ironic thing about the last one is that it was featured on an episode back in season 1 (episode 17, 'Hell House'), which is also the first time the protagonists encounter a wannabe-paranormal investigation group called the 'Ghost Facers'.

Just wanted to share this, because when I saw this I was laughing my ass off, especially because they had a satanist there and they were taking it way too seriously (as usual).

[sweeetie-demon-blog]

Batting Practice // Clouis Oneshot

Description: Clementine meets a cute baseball player while out with her step-dad Javi.

Just a little something I came up with while waiting at a restaurant. It’s not very good but I wanted to post it. 🌸

———-

The batting cages were almost empty that day. The curly haired girl hadn’t practiced in a long time, but today she decided it would be a good idea to get back into it. Ever since she had been adopted by Javi, she saw how in love with baseball he was and soon found out that he used to be a baseball player.

Clementine was wearing clothes that she didn’t mind getting dirty, one of Javi’s metal bats resting on her shoulder. Aj had tagged along too. He’d never played baseball before, or even seen someone play. He was excited.

Aj was standing behind one of the metal fences, his tiny hands grabbing onto the rusted metal.

“Alright Clem, let’s see whatcha got.” Javi called from the cage next to her. Clementine was very competitive when it came to sports. Her eyes fixated on the ball that the machine lauched, her hands tightening around the bat. It got closer, closer.

She swung, and missed.

An angry expression formed. She mentally cursed herself out, she had to do better. Another ball was launched, and this time she actually hit it. It went flying across the little field.

“Woo! Go Clem!” Aj cheered from behind the fence. He jumped in his spot with his hands in the air.

Clementine hit the next few baseballs without any problems. Javier had taken Aj to the bathroom, he was probably going to take a short break after that. The curly haired teen felt her confidence build as she was swinging. She only missed a few balls, but that didn’t stop her from feeling like she was doing perfect. For not playing in years she was doing pretty well. A few minutes passed by. Javier and Aj were not back yet. She didn’t worry. Aj must have wanted something to drink or eat while they watched Clem bat.

From the corner of her eye she noticed someone walking into the cage beside her. The figure was too short to be Javier’s, so she didn’t bother to look. A ball was coming her way again, her hands tightening once more and swung. That would have been a home run if she was actually on a baseball field.

“Nice hit. You’re pretty good.”

Clementine gased. She wasn’t expecting someone to comment on her batting skills. Her head wipped around seeing a guy, about her age.

“Uh, thanks.” Her golden eyes traveled all over his face. A blush started to form all the way down to her neck. Damn. He was cute.

The stranger chuckled as he faced back to the ball that was coming for him. He swung and hit it. So hard it looked like it could rip the webbing protecting the field. Her eyes widened. He’s cute and he can hit a ball that hard? Wow. Clem was too distracted with the teen that wasn’t missing any hits, to see a baseball aiming right for her face. She turned, but it was too late, and the ball hit her straight on the jaw.

“Fuck, damnit!” The anger replaced the shock, and she threw the metal bat she had onto the ground. Tears filled her eyes. It hurt like a bitch. She had a high pain tolerance, but this was something else. Clementine stormed out of the cage, forgetting about her step-dad’s bat. She plopped down onto one of the bleachers. She made a hissing sound when a hand came to touch the already forming bruise on her cheek and jawbone.

“Hey, are you alright?” It was a familiar voice, but it didn’t belong to Javi or Aj. She lifted her tear stained face to look at the person. It was that guy, and he was holding out a cold water bottle. The girl took the bottle and pressed it to her face, instantly feeling the coolness on the hot bruise.

“Thanks.” Clementine was now able to see what this stranger looked like. She didn’t realize that he was in a full baseball uniform and his helmet wasn’t shielding the dreadlocks that fell over his face. His cheeks sprinkled with freakles, she could see more on the little bit of chest that showed where he forgot to fasten a button. This guy was even cuter up close.

“That looked like it hurt. A lot. Are you sure you’re alright? I’ve had my share of baseball injuries and well, we’ll just say one in particular left me with an ice pack somewhere you do not want to know.” His hand and face movements seemed theatrical, which made Clementine giggle.

“Ouch.” She couldn’t imagine being hit there. Especially with a bat or baseball. She clutched her stomach subconsciously. “Now that must have really hurt.” The girl wasn’t shedding tears anymore, instead a small smile formed.

“I’m Louis by the way.” A hand stook out waiting for it to be shaked. Clem reached out and shook it.

“Clementine, but call me Clem.” Her cheeks got rounder as she smiled up at him.

“Well Clem, I could give you some pointers on how to bat you know.” Louis sat down next to the girl. “Oh yeah, I believe this is yours.” The dreaded haired teen handed Clementine a bat.

“Oh shit, I guess I forgot about this.” It was Javier’s precious bat. “It’s my step-dad’s.” She chuckled.

“Clem!” A voice called. Both teens turned in the direction of her name. A small boy, running at her with a big foam cup in his hands.

“Be careful Aj, you’re going to spill that!” A deep voice called. Javi.

Aj stopped abruptly when he spotted someone else sitting with his sister.

“Hey kiddo, whatcha got there?” Clementine’s voice was happy, which made Aj happy.

“It’s a slushie. We got it for you, sorry it took so long.” He handed his sister the large foam cup, his small hands nervously rubbing together. She knew what was happening. Aj didn’t like strangers.

“Aj, this is Louis. He’s my friend.” The little boy looked at her friend. Louis smiled at Aj, revealing a missing tooth which made him laugh.

“You don’t have a tooth.” He pointed. Clem glared at her brother.

“Aj that’s rude. We don’t point.”

No one had noticed when Javier came up to the three. His stare was pointed at Louis.

“No it’s alright. I do look kinda funny.” Louis laughed at himself as he remembered how the incident happened. His missing tooth may be a joke, but Clementine thought it was pretty cute. “I actually lost it the same way you got that bruise just now. Difference is the ball went straight for my face and not just the side.”

The little boy hadn’t noticed the bruise on his sister’s left cheek, and gasped.

“You’re hurt!” He clutched Clem in his small arms, earning an eye roll from the older one.

“I’m okay kiddo, just the perks of playing a sport where you hit something so close to your face.” They all laughed.

“Hey Clem. Who’s this?” Javi squinted his eyes in confusion.

“This is Louis. He helped me with this.” She revealed the large ugly bruise on her left side. “Ball hit me on the face.”

“How did that happen?” The man crossed his arms. Clementine’s eyes widened. She couldn’t tell him it was because she was swooning over the boy currently sitting next to her. Not even Louis knew exactly what happened.

“I, uh, dropped the bat on accident, and when I came up to position it hit me.” Clementine had always been a pretty good liar. She sounded believable most of the time, but sadly not this time. Javier was suspicious it had to do with this Louis kid.

“Uh-huh. Well I’m Javier.” He didn’t break eye contact with this teenage boy, not for a second. Louis, however, widened his eyes.

“Javier? You mean like, Javier Garcia? Woah! No way!” The dreadhead stood from his seat. “You were a legend! Holy shit I can’t believe you know the Javier Garcia.” Louis felt like he was a little kid again. Watching baseball games on the television with his best friend, going wild at every hit he took. Javi used to play professional baseball before he got injured and couldn’t play anymore.

“I’m surprised people still remember who I am.” The man was skeptical of Louis at first, but his ego got boosted. Maybe this kid isn’t that bad, he thought. “Hey Clem, we have to head out. It’s getting a little late.”

“I want to stay!” Aj pulled on Javi’s shirt sleeve, a pout on his lips and big puppy eyes.

“Can’t buddy, maybe some other time yeah?” He offered. Aj sighed, but agreed.

“Bye Louis.”

“See ya later little man.” Louis pulled the finger gun move on him, causing the little boy the giggle slightly. Clementine had a frown on her face too. This guy she met was really sweet, and cute. She hated that today could be the last time they see eachother. Javier mentioned that he was going to get a head start to the car, Aj clinging onto his hand as they went off.

“Well, guess this is goodbye. It was nice meeting you.” The girl sighed.

“Shame, I was hoping to see you miss more hits again.” Louis gave a smirk. He too was a little sad he most likely would never see this girl again. But, he could do something about that. He had an idea, one of the brightest ideas he may have ever came up with. “Wait, do you have a pen a paper?”

Clementine patted the pockets on her jeans, before moving to the backpack that she had brought with her. She found a pen and a piece of some old homework sheet she never turned in. She tore a piece of the paper before handing it over to Louis.

“Here, tell Javi to sign that for me.” She was confused when he gave it back to her folded. She turned to start to walk away, but the curiosity was too much and she opened it up.

Her heart stopped mid-beat, a blush dusting her cheeks.

It’s was a phone number, his phone number.

She turned around quickly, but Louis was gone. Clementine heard the sound of a baseball colliding with a metal bat and she looked over. Louis was already back in the batting cage. He knew that she would be confused, he looked over his shoulder to find that the girl was still there. He thought she looked pretty cute all flustered.

They locked eyes.

He gave her a wink, hitting the ball with as much force as the other times.

Clementine blushed harder.

[travllingbunny]

The 100 rewatch: 2x05 Human Trials

This episode is the highlight of the first half of the season. I felt that way the first time, when I was relieved that out main characters weren’t all roaming around separately, but finally found themselves in one place, and I still feel that way. This was the episode of many reunions – some heartfelt, some rather awful and chilling. It also introduced one of the season’s main villains (the closest thing to the main villain, in fact, and the episode ends with what’s arguably the big shocking moment of the first half of season 2.

This write-up is a bit longer because I also talk openly about how I saw Clarke’s love life and romantic feelings at this point in the show (both on my first watch, and now – I haven’t changed my opinion, just become more sure of it), which people may or may not disagree with, but I haven’t so far seen any good arguments against my opinion.

Rating: 9/10

The first big reunion in the episode was the long-awaited one between Clarke and her mom. The two had spoken on the radio in season 1, but they hadn’t seen each other in person since the Pilot, and since 1x09, Clarke thought Abby was dead, while Abby hasn’t been sure if Clarke was alive.

Clarke again did that same thing she did in the season premiere, when she asked, twice, “Where are Finn and Bellamy?” – constantly mentioning those two together and putting them on the same level of personal importance to her, as opposed to the rest of the  season 1 finale, and that will get explicitly confirmed in 2x09 when Clarke, after Finn’s death, objects to Bellamy’s plan of infiltrating Mount Weather, telling him “I can’t lose you, too”. It’s no surprise that people at the time, like the author of the “Toni watches” funny photo recap (ETA: link edited - thanks, @freakles-you-twit for the new link to the new site where these photo recaps have moved) thought Clarke had two love interests at the time. Because those hints are pretty easy to notice, ya all. Though they’re maybe even more obvious when you’re binging the show as I did.

And in the same vein, Clarke’s reunions with her other friends: a normal hug and greeting with Raven, and then the famous huge, emotional hug with Bellamy, where Clarke literally runs and jumps into his arms, set to a musical score showing what a big moment that is. Followed by a normal, understated hug with Octavia. Clarke would later become more emotionally closed off – after mercy-killing Finn, being told that “Love is weakness” and half-believing it, after Mount Weather – but at this point, she was still spontaneous and direct and showing her feelings freely most of the time. Much more so than Bellamy was at this point or in season 1. (It always confuses me when people claim they saw more evidence of Bellamy’s feelings for Clarke than vice versa during seasons 1-4. Especially since Clarke was the one to initiate most of the developments between them early on, made all the first steps towards partnership, trust, support, friendship in season 1, and initiated most of their hugs and other physically intimate touches in the first 2 seasons.) Bellamy was obviously surprised by the hug more than anyone, and just stood there for a second, before hugging her back strongly. The staging and the musical score is showing it in no uncertain terms that this relationship is special and important, and Raven and Octavia both seem to be aware of it – going by the way that Raven tells Clarke it’s OK to go and meet Bellamy, and the way Octavia says “I thought I’d never see this”.

The impression I got from watching seasons 1-2 even the first time was that Clarke had romantic feelings for both Finn and Bellamy in the second half of season 1 and first half of season 2. But Finn was her past – he was (probably) her first love, she had been very much in love with him in 1x05 and was ready for and expecting a committed relationship in the way that she hasn’t been since with anyone – even though I don’t think that was a very deep love (as Clarke herself pointed out, “I hardly know him”) – but the kind of intense infatuation you feel when you’re 17 and in love for the first time (and had spent a year before locked up and with no human contact, before meeting someone who was giving all of their attention to you and you went through a few intense things together). But then she suffered a massive emotional blow, she learned about his girlfriend and his lies, she got really hurt, withdrew, and wasn’t able to trust him in the same way or see him the same way. The feelings were still there, but she kept rejecting him, and I don’t think she was going to give him another chance (maybe she thought she would be able eventually, just not any time soon) even if he hadn’t turned murderous and deranged in season 2. But it was also noticeable that her pining for him was pretty intense in episodes 1x05-1x07, and then subsided as soon as she and Bellamy got closer. She wasn’t ready to get into another relationship (and maybe even less so with a guy who had slept with a bunch of other girls in the camp, and wasn’t explicitly showing any romantic interest for her?), and she wasn’t ready to yet deal with what her feelings for Bellamy were or what their relationship could be (and neither was he – he was still not ready to be fully emotionally open to anyone other than his sister), but I thought that, where Finn was her past, Bellamy was her future, and those feelings were clearly developing slowly. (Or not so slowly – it’s only been about a month since the Pilot, at this point. But slowly compared to the majority of relationships on this show, which tend to follow the TV rule of people being “in love forever” after knowing each other anything from a few hours to a few days.) I was sure about that at the time, and everything on the show since has only confirmed those opinions.

I’m ready for a bunch of people to tell me I’m wrong; but seriously, if I’m to believe that the writers, directors, actors etc. meant for Finn to be Clarke’s only love interest at this point and for Bellamy to be her platonic friend or whatever (which I don’t believe, but let’s pretend for a second), they sure were going about it in a very weird way, with these constant comparisons and parallels and the way they portray Bellamy/Clarke. And if she was supposed to love Finn more than Bellamy, they sure did not get that across – she constantly showed the same amount of care and concern for both, and she obviously trusted Bellamy more (which Finn noticed and was jealous of) and seemed to enjoy his company better most of the time, ever since they got closer in 1x08. For instance, if they had meant to show that Finn was much more important to her than Bellamy, they could have had her ask about Finn immediately, not only after hugging Bellamy and Octavia.

Then there’s the scene by the fire later on in the episode. Bellamy basically tells Clarke that he has no hard feelings about Clarke closing the dropship door and leaving him and Finn to probably die, in order to save the other Delinquents, because he understands it was a tough but necessary decision (“Had to be done”) and then talks to her about Finn, telling her about his change, his PTSD (well, not in those words, people on this show don’t seem to know what PTSD is) and his concern about what could happen. (These couple of times in season 2 when Bellamy starts talking to Clarke about Finn’s mental state and problems, are, I believe, the only times in all of 5 seasons that the two of them discussed one of their love interests. They usually avoid these conversations altogether. Which would be pretty weird if they were actually “platonic BFFs”. I talk to my BFFs about our love lives, confide in them – doesn’t everyone? And even here, it’s Bellamy initiating the conversation and talking to Clarke about Finn, rather than vice versa.) Bellamy is clearly feeling guilty for anything that might happen to Finn, because he left him with a gun and just Murphy to accompany him, in spite of realizing how concerning Finn’s state of mind was – which does a lot to explain Bellamy’s later actions regarding Finn in 2x08. Clarke’s response is to try to calm Bellamy’s mind, reassuring him that he had no other choice (“I’m sure that had to be done, too.”)

Moving on to other subjects:

This is, unfortunately, the episode where Abby starts getting a bit hypocritical and where she started sliding down my list of favorite characters, after being really high on it in season 1 and the first 4 episodes. (But I never stopped liking her. Don’t expect me to hop on the Abby-hate wagon.) Her protectiveness of Clarke and determination to save her had been motivating her, and I was rooting for her when she was breaking rules to try to save her daughter and the other kids, but here she starts showing annoying double standards when she decides not to do the same for Finn and Murphy. Being more concerned about your child than other people’s kids is human and understandable, but still annoying.

And she gets worse when she slaps Raven for allowing Clarke, Bellamy and Octavia to secretly take weapons and get away to go on a mission to save Finn and Murphy – i.e. the exact same thing that Abby did a few days earlier when she helped Bellamy, Finn, Murphy, Monroe and Sterling go on a mission to find Clarke and the other 47 Delinquents (for which she got physically punished herself). It’s almost like Abby, her daughter Clarke and her pseudo-daughter (and Clarke’s friend) Raven have this weird triangle where Clarke is, at this point, still holding grudges against her mother, Abby treats Raven badly as a proxy for Clarke and is unfair to her, and Raven often is unfair to Clarke and blames her for a bunch of things throughout the show. Abby also starts showing the tendency to treat Clarke as a child, which is something she does a few more times in season 2, and I get that it’s protectiveness of one’s child and all, but is also kind of hypocritical after sending her to the ground with a bunch of other teenagers (and at least one preteen) to survive on their own. It’s a part of the overall annoying tendency of the Ark adults in season 2 to ignore the fact that the Delinquents had far more experience with the Grounders and everything going on the ground than they did after just landing there. Raven has a great line as a response to Abby calling Clarke “just a kid” – “She stopped being a kid the moment you sent her to the ground to die”. (Which is a bit unfair to Abby, as she did it to save Clarke from getting executed on her 18th birthday, but still, good point.)

Meanwhile, Bellamy shows again that he’s no longer unhealthily over-protective of Octavia the way he was in early season 1, and that he instead treats her as someone capable and equal, more than Octavia was expecting. She started giving a full speech about how she was capable of going with him and Clarke on the mission (mostly to save Lincoln), before realizing he was letting her come with them anyway.

There are many points during season 2 where I couldn’t decide if Kane was the most reasonable person around, or incredibly naïve, because he kept expecting everybody else to be as reasonable and just expect the solutions he offered because they made sense under the assumption *everyone* would act reasonable, ignoring everyone’s mistrust of each other, the hatred, prejudice and all. This is one of these episodes. Going to see the Grounder Commander uninvited, for a peace talk, seems really naïve, but then, he was aware that the Grounder prisoner taking him may turn him over instead to be killed, but was willing to take that risk, because it would get him to his destination either way, and he dismissed his guards in order to take the risk alone. So, it was more of his courage and willingness to be self-sacrificial, which he shows in 2x06, too. However, some things he goes on to do in season 3 make me lean towards “really naïve”.

One of the big notable things in this episode is the introduction of Cage Wallace, or, I used to call him, “Creepiest Creep Who Ever Creeped”. I have to give kudos to the actor, Johnny Whitworth, and to the makeup department, for making this character such a perfect embodiment of every possible creepy aristocrat/slaver/evil privileged white dude stereotype. Sometimes a character or a culture/group of people based on stereotypes/archetypes works – the Mountain Men were very effective villains for that reason. (Other times, they don’t. Like the ridiculous portrayal of Grounders, but that’s a rant for some other time. Probably in one of my next write-ups.) Also, he and Dante really do look like father and son. They really do look like each other. And Dante is also creepy, but in a more subtle, grandfatherly way.

The fact that Reapers are created by Mountain Men was already strongly indicated in 2x03, but here we got to see the whole terrible process, and happening to a character we know and care about, Lincoln, which makes it all the more effective, with Cage hooking Lincoln on the drug ‘red’, using Pavlov’s dog-type conditioning, and finally arranging a to-the-death fight between Lincoln and another Reaper-in-making, over the drug, to check the success of the experiment.

Cage’s line “The first dose is the worst” is going to get a great follow-up in the season 2 finale (the most satisfying death scene on the show, IMO).

And this episode completes the evil trio of Mount Weather, as he see Dante, Cage and Dr. Tsing together for the first time, find out that Cage is the Chief of Security and Dante’s son, and see all the 3 of them talking about their plans for the 47. Tsing, the typical Evil Scientist character, had conducted “the first successful human trial” by using Jasper’s blood to save Maya (after using some really effective emotional manipulation to make him agree), with Dante’s blessing, after Maya got ill due to an “accidental” breach, obviously engineered by Cage. Cage’s line “Our people come first” touches on one of the main themes of the show, since it’s how so many people justify their actions, though no one else’s actions were as messed up as the Mountain Men’s. I’ll say it again and again: no one else on The 100 was anywhere near the level of evil of Mount Weather as a society. The whole, keeping people in cages and draining them would have been enough to make it so, but the Reaper thing is a whole new level of horrific and awful.

Monty actually says the line: “What would Clarke do?” in this episode. I just wanted to mention that.

And the episode ends with what’s arguably the most shocking moment of the first half of season 2, Finn’s mass murder in the Grounder village. I guess you could argue that Finn’s death at Clarke’s hands was the biggest moment of the first half of the season, but his death was hardly a surprise at that point. His fate was pretty much sealed with his actions in this episode. I think that the next few episodes did a terrible job of following it up, for the most part, and the way the show dealt with Finn’s storyline is by far my least favorite thing about season 2. But it was very well done and effective in this episode. You always could see something horrible coming up, with the rising tension, Finn’s increasingly deranged behavior, Murphy unsuccessfully trying to be the voice of reason (who would have expected that?), and you were terrified and just hoping it wouldn’t be too bad, or that Clarke, Bellamy and Octavia would get there before it got too bad. And then it went as badly, or worse, than you could imagine – and Clarke, Bellamy and Octavia only arrived after the fact to see the aftermath of the massacre.

What a difference between Clarke’s reunion with Bellamy earlier, and her reunion with Finn in the worst possible circumstances. The fact that Finn walks towards her and greets her with “I found you!” (rather than the opposite), as if he has just performed a heroic act and saved her, while she’s stepping away from him, horrified at what he has done, shows just how out of it Finn is at this point. I might have felt really bad for him (which I think the show was trying to do), rather than just for the people he killed, if the show had followed this up in the next 3 episodes by consistently showing that Finn had PTSD, rather than… whatever the heck the show was doing. But more about that when I do my write-ups of 2x06 and 2x08 (I’ve already rewatched up to 2x10).

Timeline: I don’t know for sure, but with the rapid turn of events, the first 5 episodes seem to have taken up just a few days – at most, a week.

Body count:

18 unarmed people at the ‘daycare’ Grounder village, including Artigas, a guy Octavia kind of knew from her interactions with Indra’s group, who was a teenage warrior in training, others were civilians, mostly elderly people, children;

 a Grounder/potential Reaper who lost the fight with Lincoln.

[toxicstardust]

I have like the worst self esteen and identity issues ever, but by gods grace I was given a fat ass and fat saggy titties, sweet melanin (some freakles on the side), and a cute ass face so all these niggas who've been side eyeing me and playing me better watch out cus once im 21, my self esteem in order, and im famous, its reeeeeeal over for yall niggas