#and nobody will ever believe clay ever

[whack-patty]

Reporter asked if they were an ****item*****

#TOOK AN HOUR BREAK OFF HW BC THE ANIMATION ITCH WAS STRONG AND THIS CRACKSHIP IS SO FUNNY TO ME #EVERYONES TAGS ABT THESE GUYS HAVE BEEN MAKING ME LOSE IT #SLAY SHIPPING #????? #C R Y IN G #I STILL DUNNO HOW TUMBLR ETTIQUITE QORKS SO IDK HOW TO RESPOND TO EVERYO E BUT I HOPE Y ALL KNOW #I SEE EVERYTHING AND I THINK YOURE FUNNY AS FRICK #ANYWAY ENJOY THIS #ok ok genuine thoughts abt them tho #clay is still recovering but i think. as he gets better over time his old sense of humor returns #and he can be a little more lighthearted in the same way i #an ace person #can flirt stupidly with my other ace friends #bc i know They know its a joke and we all respect each others boundaries in the process and know it Wont get taken too far #but the joke still is there #u feel #does that make any sense #anyway clay is one of the 2 ppl in the world who have ever seen simon crack a joke #and nobody will ever believe clay ever #the other person is a sweet lady named cass #not even ethan has seen it and she cant tell is clay is lying or not when he INSISTS simon has some of the best comedic timing ever #THEM. GRIPS THEN #I GOT SO ATTACHED TO THIS THROWAWAY CROSSOVER GOSH D A N G IT #earth day/sing #clay calloway #simon hardy #my animations lol #my art lol #animation #please read An Item like tulip from storks btw

[harlowsbby]

Impalas and Air Force 1’s. Part 3

Nobody said a word I mean what else was there to say? You just found that Urban someone you always considered a close friend tried to ruin your relationship with the man of your dreams.

Jack frowned as he watched you look out of the window, you had your headphones in with your hoodie pulled over your head trying your best to shelter yourself away from everybody, all you wanted to do was curl up in a ball and die.

You felt as if you were going to have a panic attack any minute now, you weren’t sure what to do or who to believe anymore, you felt lied to and betrayed all at once your emotions were running wild like a never ending cycle.

Once you all finally made it back to the hotel you were quick to get out of car. Neelam walked behind you as Jack trailed behind the two of you with the rest of the guys.

“So what happens now?” Ace asked Jack, everyone eyes now on Jack.

“I’m not sure Ace, I’m pretty sure I’m the last person she wants to talk to or even see right now.”

“You didn’t mean anything you said though so I’m not sure why she’d still be so upset with you.” Drama told Jack but Jack shrugged his shoulders and sighed.

“I know that Drama I was tricked into saying all those rude and cruel words.” Jack paused and looked back at Urban who had his head down, Urban felt terrible for what he did and he had every right to. “I don’t think she’ll ever forgive me Drama.”

“I think you should try and talk to her Jack I’d hate for you two to end things like this.” Jack didn’t know what to do he felt like everything was falling apart.

Walking towards the elevator he was deep in thought he had to figure out a way to make you forgive him but he wasn’t sure how, he still hasn’t talked to Urban or Clay yet. Once the elevator dinged signaling he finally made it to his floor he got out and made his way towards his hotel room.

His eyebrows furrowed seeing his door was already unlocked, opening it up slowly that’s when he noticed you sitting on the floor packing up what seemed to be a suitcase.

“Baby?” Looking up you felt your heart starting to race.

“Yes Jack.”

“You think we can talk.” You scoffed and started shoving more things into your suitcase.

“What is there to talk about Jack? We don’t have anything to talk about.”

“We have plenty to talk about Y/N. I never meant any of those words I said please believe me I’d never say anything like that about you.” Jack was being sincere and you could tell by the pain in his voice and how he was on the verge of tears meant he was telling the truth, but you weren’t ready to forgive him not just yet you always believed that drunken words were sober thoughts.

“So prove it.” Jack scrunched up his face what did you mean by that.

“Prove what?” You zipped up your bag before standing up and walking towards him.

“Prove that you love me and everything you said was false and I’ll forgive you. Prove to me that everything you said wasn’t true.”

Jack thought about it for a second he stumped on how he was going to prove to you that everything he said was false but he’d figure out a way. It was either figure out a way or lose you and there was no he was about to lose you.

“You got a deal baby and once I do I want an apology.” You rolled your eyes and smacked your lips.

“I’m the one that deserves an apology.” You joked the two of you laughing for a quick second before it got awkward again.

“I promise baby I’ll prove to you that you’re my everything.” Jack grabbed the side of your face softly before making you look up at him, he scans your face and is quiet for a few more seconds.

“I love you sweet girl.” Resting your face in his palm you gave it a small kiss before pulling away from him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Jack.” He had to admit it hurt not hearing you saying you loved him back but he understood why you didn’t. The next morning Jack was determined to show you that he loved you and that everything that was said that night was all false.

The next morning

“Y/N who’s at the door?” Neelam groaned and placed the pillow over her head to try and block out the noise.

“How am I suppose to know Neelam? I’m in bed.”

“Well can you get up and check I’m tired.” You looked at Neelam in disbelief before getting up and tying your robe around you before checking the front door, when you opened it you came face to face with about a dozen or so roses.

“Uh what’s all this?” You asked the man holding the roses he smiled before placing the vase of roses carefully on the floor and pulling out a card.

“These are from Mr. Harlow he told me to give these to you.” The delivery man smiled before picking up the roses again and handing them to you and walking away.

“Who was it?” Neelam asked from the bed before putting her phone down, her mouth dropped seeing all of the roses.

“Is that from Jack?” You smiled and nodded before placing the flowers on the table.

“I guess he really does feel bad.” She told you, you smiled and smelt the roses before turning back to Neelam. “Well he’s gonna have to try a lot harder I love roses and all but it’s going to take more than some flowers.”

“Understandable but let’s get up and start the day shall we.”

“I thought Jack didn’t have a show today?” She smirked and crossed her arms over her chest.

“He doesn’t but he wants to make sure you’re ready in about an hour or so.”

“What are you talking about Neelam?” Your eyebrow raised in curiosity.

“Jack’s taking you out for the day and later on tonight we’ll meet you both at the restaurant he had picked out. So come on enough standing around you have to get ready.” Before you knew it Neelam was pushing you into the shower after you showered she dressed you in a pair of mom jeans with a white crop top and a black and white varsity jacket.

After you were done you quickly did your hair before following Neelam downstairs to the lobby where everyone was waiting.

“Wow look at you Y/N if you wasn’t with Jack I’d take to wife you up myself.” Ace joked, making Jack glare at him.

“Thank you Ace.” You spoke softly before standing in-front of Jack he smiled and took your hand in his.

“Are you ready for today baby?” Jack was wearing something similar to yours he just wore a pair of black cargos and a black t-shirt with a varsity jacket.

“I’m ready but where are we going?” Jack explained to what you two will be doing today while walking you to the car, everyone was happy that the two of you were working things out everyone but Urban. He had a sour look on his face and Clay noticed it.

“Don’t even think about it Urban everything is finally settling down and hopefully Y/N forgives Jack so whatever type of plan you have going on in your head let it go.” Jack still wasn’t talking to Clay after Clay blurted out what had happened at dinner and Clay understood but he missed his brother and he regretted trying to breakup Jack and You

“All I’m saying is he’s going to go right back into being under her little spell, we’re never going to get the old Jack back.”

“So what Urban? I don’t want the old Jack back he was a player and user I love this new Jack he’s in love and he’s healthier and happier, you had a chance to have something like this but you messed it up.” Urban rolled his eyes before getting up and going outside to smoke.

He saw Jack and You getting into the suv before it drove away, Urban took a few hits of his joint trying to figure out some type of way to make Jack leave you or better yet make you leave Jack, he smirked when he realized he came up with the perfect plan.

“Jack where are we going?” You laughed as Jack pulled you along the cold and busy streets of London.

“Just try and keep up baby it’s a surprise.” He laughed you huffed, was he being serious right now? He was way taller than you and was pretty much dragging you at this point.

“Are we almost there? I swear it feels like you’re about to rip my arm off any minute now.”

“We’re here.”

“What’s this place?” You looked around in awe it was like a winter wonderland, there was an ice skating rink and there was decorated Christmas trees everywhere it was beautiful.

“Last night after you left my room I went downstairs to the lobby and talked with a few of the ladies at the front desk and asked them if they knew any places to go for a fun day out and they all recommended this place.” Your heart fluttered he did all this for you?

“We don’t even know how to ice skate Jack.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Well we can both learn together now. I’ll be back baby I’m going to get us some ice skates and I’ll be back.”

“Wait before you go.” You grabbed the sides of his jacket before pulling him into you and kissing his cheek. He face turned a bright pink before walking always with a goofy smile on his face.

Once Jack came back you both put on your ice skates before attempting to walk over to the rink. Jack laughed as you wobbled and held onto him tighter.

“Jack I don’t know about this let’s just go get something to eat.”

“Come on baby you got this, just hold my hands and pay attention to me and only me.” You did just that grabbing ahold of his hands, Jack skated in-front of you the two of you skating in circles slowly, you grinned when you noticed you were starting to get the hang of it.

“Wow not me being a rapper and actor and a ice skater.” Jack joked, you rolled your eyes at him and the two of you made your way back to the tables.

“Did you have fun?” The two of you were now sitting down and enjoying some much needed hot chocolate.

“Yes I did thank you Jack.” You brought the hot chocolate up to your lips and blew on it before drinking it and moaning at the warmness that went down your throat.

“Are we.. well do you forgive me?” He asked nervously, you put down your drink and looked at him his nose was a bit pink due to the cold winter air, his curls hanged loosely on his head, his lips were a bright shade of pink due to him biting on them, looking back at the rink and the snow that fell from the sky you knew you were no longer mad at Jack he had went out his way to bring the two of you all the way out of here when you knew he didn’t have to especially with his busy schedule.

“I forgive you Jack just don’t do something stupid like that again.” He laughed and scratched the back of his head.

“You’re right and for now on I promise I’m done going out and drinking.”

“Hmm you better now let’s go get something to eat I’m starving.”

Later on that night

Later on that night you were all on your way to dinner, you sat on Jack’s lap while everyone else sat across or next to you both.

“Well it looks like the happy couple finally made up again?” Neelam smiled you nodded your head and wrapped your arms around Jack’s neck.

“We did and I’m happy we did.” Jack’s hands caressed your inner thighs making you moan quietly.

“I’m happy you two made up as well because I was getting tired of hearing Jack crying all night.”

“You’re right I remember after dinner he was crying his ass off to Nemo.” The laughed, you stiffed a laugh at Jack’s annoyed expression.

“Alright this isn’t pick on Jack hour let’s not do too much.” While everyone joked and laugh Urban stayed silent he watched Jack and You with envy, Urban was convinced you were taking his friend away from him and he’d do anything in his power to convince that from happening.

When you all arrived to the dinner it was a very nice and dimmed place which you were thankful for the last thing you wanted was a bunch of fans in your face asking for pictures even though you really adored them, you just wanted a small and quiet dinner for once.

After a couple of drinks you were all giggle and laughing at anything and everything, Jack had you sitting on his lap, he was rubbing on your thighs and had his head in the crook of your neck leaving soft and sloppy kisses along your neck.

“Jack” you moaned out and tried pulling him away from you. “Not here wait till later.”

“But I want you now baby.” Groaned and traveled his hands from your thighs to your ass. You were both interrupted by a cough.

“Well I know you two missed each other but let’s not have a porno in-front of everyone.” Drama told you both. You got off of Jack slowly the embarrassment kicking in.

“I’m sorry Drama.” You apologized and sat down next to Jack.

“It’s okay Y/N but Jack the guys and I were going to go outside real quick and check this shop across the street that sold jerseys, you coming?” Jack was a bit hesitant at going he wanted to stay with you but you convinced him to go.

“I’ll be right back baby don’t miss me too much.”

“I’ll try not too.” He gave your lips a quick peck before following after Drama, Ace and Nemo. It was now only Urban and You and Neelam but she was fast asleep traveling the world took its tole on her and all she wanted to do was rest.

Things with Urban and You were awkward you haven’t talked to him since you found out he made Jack say all those cruel and awful things. You’d look up from time to time and see he’d he already looking at you.

“Can I help you Urban? You’ve been starring at me for the past ten or five minutes.” You asked him he frowned and made his way over towards you.

“Look Y/N I’m sorry I just missed Jack was all and the minute you came into the picture I felt like I was loosing him.” You hated that Urban felt that way you did because Jack and him were like brothers.

“I’m sorry Urban I didn’t mean to make you feel that way but I believe Jack’s changed for the better don’t you think?”

��Well I wouldn’t exactly say that just yet.” “What are you talking about?” You watched him intensely as he took out his phone from his pocket and went on instagram.

“Earlier today this girl messaged me and said Jack and her have been sleeping around and I know you probably won’t believe me but remember back in Germany when Jack went to that bar with Drama.” You nodded your head slowly and waited for him to continue.

“Well if you look closely you can see him right there in the background, leaning down and it looks like he’s kissing someone.” You looked closely at the picture and it was Jack he had on that blue and white flannel with black jeans but the girl was photoshopped in but of course you didn’t know that.

“S-so what does this mean?” Your voice barley above a whisper as you looked up at Urban.

“He’s a cheater Y/N, always has been always will be and you should know this by now.” You felt like a fool, you felt played and lied to. Jack never cared for you he was a liar and a cheater and that’s all he’ll ever be.

Looking up at Urban with your teary eyes you excused yourself, Urban watched you leave with a smirk on his face.

“Checkmate.” He told himself before lighting his joint.

You weren’t sure were you were going but all you wanted to do was leave. You shivered and tried your best to pull the jacket closer and tighter to your body.

“Y/N? Where are you going.” You cursed you completely forgot Jack was right across the street. You just ignored him and kept talking hopefully he’d get the hint and leave you alone.

“Baby? Hello I know you hear me.”

“What do you want Jack?! You’ve done enough just leave me alone.” He furrowed his eyebrows wondering what you were talking about.

“What are you on about?”

“You know what I’m talking about don’t try and act stupid now.” He was taken off guard you’ve never acted like this or treated him like this.

“I don’t what? I don’t know what you’re talking about baby I promise, please not this again.”

“I can’t believe I let you play me like a fool you’re a cheater nothing about you has changed nor will it ever change. I’m done with you Jack were over.”

“What? You aren’t leaving me Y/N you don’t even know where you’re going.” He grabbed your arm but you quickly snatched away from his grasp.

“I’m going home I’m getting away from you. I hate you Jackman Thomas Harlow. I hate you so much.”

Jack watched you walk away he was too stunned to do anything you’ve never in your life said you’ve hated him so hearing those words coming out of your mouth honestly broke his heart. He knew there was no way of getting you back now and that was a harsh reality he’d have to deal with.

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you

[yowyowyaoi]

Sasori’s Daily Texts from the Akatsuki

From Tobi/Obito

Obviously.

You can gloat all you want but the fact of the matter is you’re wrong; NOTHING is eternal. 

But can you keep it up without chakra strings? 🤔

Asleep or awake it’s all the same thing.

Go ahead and tell them. They’ll just think you’re crazy 😜 

I’ve tried but Hidan is insufferable and the only way to truly hurt Kakuzu is in his wallet.

Ok please just look at this tooth I feel like it’s throbbing out of my head 😣

Me and you? Teaming up? What a novel idea … REJECTED.

It’s not ridiculous. When you were human did you never just eat a bag of sugar?? It’s so soothing.

He said no cats or dogs. Not a thing about birds. And besides if Itachi can have 900 crows I can have a parakeet. 😤

From Zetsu

I don’t know why YOU get to keep all the best bodies every single time 😒 Your art isn’t more important as my stomach.

I licked his arm once but my goodness he had such a bitter aftertaste.

Clay and gunpowder. Sometimes aftershave.

It wasn’t me this time. Must have been an animal. 🤷🏻‍♂️

Me either! No Bowel Movement Club 🥳

I imagine it’s only the first blow that truly hurts. After that the body goes into too much shock to register the pain. 

From Nagato

Well I figured that with your expertise in puppet chakra control, my bodies wouldn’t be that much different to you.

Redhead unity ✊🏻

Let’s be real, here; Konan is the one running this thing.

I can if it’s cut into very small pieces. And drink lots of water afterwards.

At least yours wasn’t a goddamned pervert.

Clearly I can’t stop these things. All I can do is strongly advise you three use protection with them. Our organization is not equipped to care for babies.

I’ve never really had time to properly train it. I’ve never even heard that much about it before. Maybe Itachi will know.

Yes but I firmly believe we choose our families. And I chose this one. Even Hidan.

From Konan

No, thank you. I’ve learned to appreciate my flaws and live with them.

Okay once again, PLEASE read that book I got you on how to talk to women. For the love of God. 🤦‍♀️

Actually most of them make me sneeze; that’s why I started making paper ones lol 

Of course I can teach you. Why do you want to learn? So you can dance with a certain someone 😏

Yeah, preferably one that’ll give me a pick-up in the mornings.

If you use your chakra strings to make him trip down the stairs I will love you for forever.

I know you don’t eat but you should come for the conversations.

I know he’s been using mine the bottle was full 3 days ago and now it’s almost empty 😡

From Kisame

Itachi and I are traveling past there on our next mission. If you write down what herbs you need I’d be happy to pick them up for you on our way back.

I’m sorry; if I’d known you wanted to use the body I wouldn’t have chewed off the hands 😣

Well I suppose both have caffeine but to me, tea is more calming.

I understand but if it happens again, tell him I won’t be looking the other way. 

I don’t know. If he’s not sleepwalking he’s up for days at a time. I’m worn out trying to keep up 🫠

Please join us; Monopoly seems like it’d be your game.

I stayed until they wanted to do karaoke. Then I snuck out the back door.

That’s more Zetsu’s thing. I only do it if I’m really hungry.

Ah but, if you’re truly going to live forever, why not have some fun with life?

Yes I’ve noticed. Everyone has. But I’m fairly certain Deidara sees nobody but YOU in that way.

From Itachi

My thanks.

Not so bad today actually 

I would just say “ignore it” but he’ll probably throw a bomb into your face so 🤷🏻‍♂️

Well I was going to paint it yellow so it’d be more cheerful but Kisame thinks it would drive me crazy after a few weeks.

Watch the video I just sent and tell me that’s not Hidan 😂

Kisame said to ask you two. Tell Dei they have bakudan.

They just like to sit on top of them. I promise they aren’t pecking or causing any damage to the wood.

One of the funniest things I ever read. Laughed so hard I had to go to bed early because my head was pounding so hard after. But don’t tell Hidan, he’d kill me.

I’m not sure. But after I die you’re free to take one of my eyes and put it into your puppet to see.

From Hidan

No really DO you have one? 🤔

Wtf are you gonna do tho like won’t you catch on fire in the sun?!

He’s my best friend and I love him in a not gay way. So it IS my business asshole.

Thanks puppet dick, I’ll make Kakuzu pay you later. He prob won’t but 🤷🏼‍♂️

No fuck that, that cake was MINE they’re just being little bitches about it 

Damn could you be any gayer for him?

Wait, CAN you fly??

Stop being stingy puppet fuck just give me an arm that shoots fire it’ll be an early birthday present pleeeeease 

Idc get this thing out of my room it’s creeping me tf out 😒

From Kakuzu

I’ve tried but the only way I could see it legitimately working is if I sewed his mouth shut.

Oh of course. I’m always happy to spend an evening surrounded by culture.

That would be ideal but you know how sensitive Leader is about his appearance.

Yes but it’s the most expensive there. You’d be better off disguising yourself and getting it from your old village.

Honestly, at 91? I’m surprised it hasn’t turned to dust yet.

Perhaps Kisame would join us. Give us an evening away from the wives.

I know but what else could we do? He refuses to accept treatment. The only way we could “help” is slipping it into his tea.

Page 34. I wrote notes along the side of the diagram.

I would rip out all of my hearts before I let anyone, including you, spend money on something like that.

From Deidara

No but I’m pretty sure you enjoy making me beg.

Wasn’t me. And you can’t prove otherwise 😈

Your lack of appreciation for my art is truly the most horrible thing about you 😒

Well tough shit it’s MY turn to choose and that’s what we’re doing

Well yeah it’s awkward but I don’t want you worrying. I’m *yours*. I’ve made that clear.

Idc I’ll wear it every single day 😭

If Itachi or Kisame asks, me and Hidan were with you from 12-5 yesterday. Okay?

Keep sending pics like that and you’re gonna end me 🥵

Oh come on pleeeease? I’ll feed it and walk it and everything!

My bed or yours? 

Did you make it yourself?? Awww thank you Sasori 🥰

It’s not the only thing that’s tight ~ 😏

A real boyfriend wouldn’t question it he’d just bring a shoe and come kill it !

Hey at least I found BOTH arms this time!

Geez that sounds so boring. Can’t he send Kakuzu and Hidan instead?!

You know I hate that word … but yes, forever. And ever and ever and ever. 💛

#the akatsuki #texting #text message #sasori #sasodei #sasori x deidara #deidara #kakuzu #hidan #itachi uchiha #tobi #obito uchiha #nagato #konan #kisame hoshigaki #zetsu #Akatsuki Daily Texts Series

[miracleandplagueau]

So, here's a thing about Marinette.

She is a kind, rather cultured person, agrees to a lot of things, but also knows when to stand her ground and say no. The averagest of average protagonist models you can write with the exception of her obsessive personality trait. About Derision later, but she might possibly be one of the blandest characters I've seen in popular media

While watching Demon Slayer's finale yesterday, I realized something. Marinette is very much like Tanjiro. She can be both kind and badass when needed, be humble and be confident whenever the writers need her to be. Marinette is like Tanjiro -- written to be liked. She wasn't written to be unique or stand out from the crowd nor was she ever supposed to make a breakthrough in how to write a compelling protagonist to root for. She is a vessel. An empty vessel to watch in the background, because once you start analyzing her, it's over for your sanity

But why is she so hated then... She's so kind, so extremely helpful. A person everyone can get along with (famous people count too I suppose), but she also has her own frustrations like deal with brats who apparently targetted her as their victim for no apparent reason!! She has struggl-- It's nothing new. Look at it a little closer, go in depth and tell me that she has a consistent personality. She's more of a big pile of clay that the writers will model and shape according to their mood and how they want a certain storyline to end. Even Chat Noir has more consistent personality than her despite being neglected by both his own father and the writers. I guess more isn't always the merrier.

Is it actually hard to give YOUR PROTAGONIST a DAMN CONFLICT?! HER ONLY CONFLICT IS WHETHER SAYING "HI" TO ADRIEN WILL RUIN THEIR FUTURE TOGETHER. GIVE HER FLAWS GIVE HER CONSEQUENCES MAKE HER LEARN THE LESSON THE HARD WAY

Actually, I take it back. There is one conflict. Well, "conflict" or rather a turning moment for her is when she loses all miraculouses, which is followed by a nasty panic attack. That's it. That's all I could think of from the top of my head.

The only thing that really makes her stand out is her obssessive nature towards Adrien and we got some insight on why in the season 5 episode Derision and you know what I have to say about that? Fucking BULLSHIT. In a very short summary, Marinette crushed on Kim, but he humiliated her whilst working with Chloe. After that event, she decided she will only confess to someone when she knows them through and through. Putting aside the fact that we only then found out that Marinette had a friend that wasn't Alya, It's actually a total asspull in terms of Kim's behavior. Why would Marinette be friendly to Kim in Dark Cupid when he did something like THAT to her? Why is he potrayed as a funny, a little misguided himbo in the friend group - did nobody actually know about what's happened? I mean obviously they had to so why is everyone pretending like everything is fine? Why is SHE pretending everything is fine? Did she forget?! The answer is no, because Derision was not planned from the beginning. Thomas heard that his beloved protagonist isn't liked and went back to the drawing board to cook up some fake depth to her. Despite what I said, I'd actually love to see an episode like that, maybe Chloe IS the bitch we're lead to believe she is and I could've accepted it as a valid explanation to both Marinette behavior and her cruel, unchanging nature....

IF IT WAS IN SEASON ONE OR TWO

Putting a lore piece like that in the final season of the story is actually fucking ridiculous. Do you really expect me to care NOW?! When we're like 15 episodes from the FINALE OF THE SHOW? Na-ah, absolutely fucking not

Everytime I see a post praising Derision for how well written it is my stomach does a fucking cartwheel this is not an exaggeration

Marinette is like Zoe except Marinette is actually an asshole sometimes. It would be good If she was! I want to see an asshole protagonist where I'll have to see them change before I start rooting for them, but Marinette is neither changing, evolving or facing consequences. Using a miraculous for her personal gain and lashing out as Ladybug on Lila? it was a good fucking moment. I found it uncomfortable and embarassing to watch AND THAT'S A GOOD THING. IT HAD LONG LASTING CONSEQUENCES in form of Lila being a menance in return. Then again, I can't exactly praise Lila because she's equally as stupid- sorry, everyone's brains and common sense seem to evaporate when they're in Lila's closest proximity, but that's where they're similar. Everyone seems to lose their awareness when Marinette does her puppy eyes to break into a house too.

She is genuinely getting harder to watch and don't even get me started on season 5 because I've seen the leaks alright

#miraculous lb #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanworks #miraculous #ml salt #ml writers salt #miraculous salt #marinette salt #ml s5 spoilers #ml season five #ml season 5 #miraculous s5 #miraculous s5 spoilers #miraculous derision

[advisortotheadvisor]

love how canis is low-key the "came back wrong" trope but only specifically for Howard Hatchett

like Hatchett very much believed that Tobias Clay was gone, like turned into a monster, no hope of ever seeing him again gone. as dead as he can be with still technically being alive with a magic wolf piloting his corpse

so finding out the man he thought was dead and whose nonexistence forms the basis for the life he's built? who Hatchett could've possibly helped if he'd told a single magic-user in a town full of them that the Big Bad Wolf used to be a human, so there might be a way to change him back? Terrifying. Absolute worst case scenario.

But then...nothing happens. Nobody seems to care that his fairytale is full of lies. Cue the creeping realization that it's not that nobody cares; nobody knows. Tobias hasn't told anyone, can't tell anyone because as far as he knows, Tobias doesn't exist. There's only Canis, who lives with the Grimms and has always been a monster and who looks Hatchett in the eyes without a shred of recognition

Canis is a dead man who came back wrong and for twenty years, Howard Hatchett is the only person knows

#sisters grimm #mine. #is the hatchett plotline dumb? yes. unfortunately its bewitched me #the hatchett & bunny parallels...anyway. #what do you think happened to hatchett anyway. bro basically disappeared after the sixth book #my bet is trapped in the scarlet hand castle from the 9th book #edit: i put the quotation mark in the wrong place. i hate it here

[ftl-faster-than-life]

So you think Barry didn't mean the things he said to Eobard? When he had the Negative Speed Force?

So the thing about Barry Allen is he's not mean. He doesn't do things just to hurt people. That doesn't mean that he never hurts anyone, because even people with the best intentions can hurt people when they're trying to be kind--every time Barry's lied to his family it's been in an attempt to protect them, but unfortunately the way that plays out it usually drives a wedge between them. The influence of the Negative Speed Force isn't like being drunk with lowered inhibitions, it's like being infected with a disease that makes you think and act in ways you never would. So. I don't think Barry Allen would have said any of that to Eobard without the Negative Speed Force infecting him. That said. He was mostly correct. Eobard is pathetic. He did want to be Barry. He's had his face reconstructed to look like Barry Allen more than once, he stole Barry's body at one point. In his own time he tried to woo a reporter named Rose before he ever had powers because she was superficially similar to Iris, once he got powers he relentlessly pursued Iris--not, as he claimed, because he loved her but because he wanted Barry's attention.

On the other hand, I don't believe for a minute that Barry thinks that Eobard Thawne is forgettable, or a nobody. This man has singlehandedly reshaped Barry's life. Barry couldn't shake off his influence if he tried. Eobard's fingerprints are baked into the clay of his history at this point.

#barry allen #eobard thawne

[greyfics]

fifties/sixties song lyric prompts

because I've drafted so many quotes from songs that I want to use as inspiration for fic writing whilst listening to my throwback playlist and whether you're on this little site for role-playing, fanfics or general writing inspiration I'm sure this'll be of use ! will be doing another one with lines from songs I have specifically discovered via the fallout tv series soundtrack I was going to add them here but realised I already did uh a fair few by that point to say the least haha

you don't have to use these as quotes ( personally I like to use prompts sometimes as the titles for the writing it inspires, even if I don't use the prompt at all in the end ), so do what you want with them :)

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"You're alone now, no love of your own- but darlin', reach out." "Nobody's right if everybody's wrong." "You keep losin' when you ought to not bet." "You told me lies, now it's your turn to cry." "That's the kind of girl I'd like to meet." "You, to me, are sweet as roses in the morning." "The concrete and the clay beneath my feet begins to crumble- but love will never die." "We'll see the mountains tumble before we say goodbye." "The shadows fall, and once again you're in my arms." "Everytime I see your face, I get all choked up inside." "Hope you are quite prepared to die." "I thought love was only true in fairy-tales- meant for someone else, but not for me." "I thought love was more or less a given thing- seems the more I gave, the less I got." "I betcha five dollars he'll kill you dead." "Is her sweet expression worth more than my love and affection?" "He's taken everythin' I got." "I wonder, what went wrong with our love?" "I wonder, where she will stay- my little runaway." "Your mind is so full of red." "Your eyes may look like his- but in your head, baby, I'm afraid you don't know where it is." "Wouldn't you love somebody to love?" "I go through life, without a care." "Now that I've surrendered, so helplessly- you now want to leave." "Now that you've got me, you wanna leave me behind." "I know something about love: you've gotta want it bad." "Why should true love be so complicated?" "I want to be with you all of the time." "The only time I feel alright is by your side." "I don't believe you, you're not the truth." "Are you lonely, just like me?" "When I found you, the moon stood still." "All of those vows you made, were never to be." "Though we're apart, you're part of me still." "If we go some place to dance, I know that there's a chance you won't be leaving with me." "I can see it in your eyes that you despise the same old lies you heard the night before." "Though it's just a line for you, for me it's true." "Bluer than velvet were her eyes; warmer than may her tender sighs." "Ours a love I held tightly, feeling the rapture grow." "Like a flame burning brightly- when she left, gone was the glow." "And I still can see blue velvet through my tears." "Darlin', save the last dance for me." "I will never, never let you go." "Carry on, 'til the night is gone and it's time to go." "Ain't that a shame? You're the one to blame." "Say you belong to me and ease my mind." "A wave out on the ocean could never move that way." "I love every movement- there's nothing I would change." "Will you still love me tomorrow?" "I only know I never wanna let you go." "Ever since we met you've had a hold on me." "I never knew that I could be in love like this." "I didn't stand a chance." "No one here gets out alive, now." "You get yours baby, I'll get mine." "They got the guns. but we got the numbers." "We're takin' over." "I'll make you so proud of me." "We'll make 'em turn their heads, every place we go." "Since the day I saw you, I have been waiting for you." "You know I will adore you, 'til eternity." "You're a real mean guy." "I know that you're the one to blame." "You mixed me up for good right from the very start." "I don't feature what you're putting down." "Since I kissed his loving lips of wine, the thing that bothers me is that I like it fine." "Might as well confess, if the answer's yes." "Though it really hurts me, there's something that I've gotta say." "You stretched my love, till it was thin enough to tear." "I'm just a somebody nobody wants." "I don't want to set the world on fire, honey- I love you too much." "If your love is gone, how can I face the dawn?" "Maybe you'll ask me to come back again- and, maybe, I'll say maybe." "It hurts me to tell 'em that you're gone."

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#will probably end up using this myself too lol #greyfics ✰°.• ➸ [ resources ] #writing prompts #prompts #rp prompts #dialogue prompts #rp memes #50s prompts #60s prompts

[ladykissingfish]

Fluff Alphabet for Sasori (with Deidara)

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

“Free time” is a pretty foreign concept to members of the Akatsuki. But there are a few days where everything stops for a while, or they have moments to themselves while on missions. The thing that Sasori likes to do most with Deidara is simply talk. About anything. About everything. Sasori values good conversation above all, and, although he and Deidara tend to argue a lot, nobody keeps Sasori as mentally stimulated as Dei does.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Sasori thinks everything is beautiful about Deidara. His hair, his skin … but most of all he’s absolutely enchanted by Deidara’s eyes. In the beginning, though, before they came together as a romantic couple, Sasori was actually rather shy about looking directly into Deidara’s eyes, and could only do so when inside of Hiroku.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Panic attacks aren’t really something Dei suffers from, but feeling down? It happens quite often. I hc it that Deidara (like myself) is a creature meant for sunshine and warmth. When he can’t get those things for long periods of time (aka late fall/winter) he becomes gloomy and rather subdued. Sasori certainly understands feeling sad, but recognizes that his way of coping isn’t necessarily helpful to Deidara. So he’ll sit with him in his arms, quietly, or brush out Deidara’s hair for hours at a time.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Because of the nature of their work, Sasori is hesitant to let go and let himself think about any sort of future that the two might have together. And even if they could somehow leave the Akatsuki and live lives as “normal” people, it didn’t change the fact that Sasori was immortal, and Deidara was not. But thinking of Deidara getting older and eventually dying one day is the closest that Sasori comes to a panic attack, so he tries his best to just focus on the here and now.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Dominant. Sasori is older and has more life experience, and therefore he feels he knows best in any situation. The longer he’s with Deidara, though, the more he becomes open to listening to different viewpoints on things. But still; most times it’s his way, or the highway.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Sasori and Deidara fight constantly, about everything imaginable. But both of them like it; it gets their blood boiling to have someone worthy to mentally spar with. Sasori never really “forgives” Dei for arguments because they argue about the same thing for literal years. It’s an ongoing cycle with them, but they wouldn’t have it any other way.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Sasori is more grateful for Deidara than anyone could possibly guess. He can’t believe that somebody as beautiful and vibrant as Deidara has chosen to be with him, he can’t believe that he, Sasori, is the recipient of such love and devotion. He’s aware when Deidara does little nice things for him, like leaving him little clay sculptures of Sasori’s favorite animals outside of his lab door, or when he’s defending something Sasori has said or done to the others. He won't express his gratitude at the time but at random moments he might drop a kiss on Deidara's forehead, or sometimes make a little puppet for him that resembles him.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Sasori isn’t one to give away everything that’s going on with him. There are some things that he keeps close to the chest, that he feels he could never voluntarily tell anybody. But it’s also a self-imposed rule that if Deidara ever asks him something, no matter what it is, Sasori will answer him honestly. There are just certain things he hopes that Dei never thinks to ask.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Sasori isn’t really one for changing his ways; he’s pretty set in them. But both of them gradually starting influencing the way the other thought about life, and art. Sasori now stops to think of the precariousness of life, and how it’s important to take in and cherish the fleeting moments. Deidara recognizes that some things are, in fact, better because they’re long lasting.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Sasori doesn’t allow himself to get jealous over Deidara until they’re very solidly into their romantic relationship. But once they are, Sasori is of the mindset that he and Deidara belong to each other. Married, for all intents and purposes. And he does not like it when he notices outsiders ogling Deidara, or anybody talking to him and seeming like they’re a little too close, or friendly, etc. But he doesn’t want Deidara to get put off by his behavior and possibly leave him, so he tries his best to subdue it. At any rate, deep down, he knows he has nothing to worry about.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Sasori was an absolutely terrible kisser … at first. His first kiss with Deidara was awkward, and much too hard: he timed it wrong and ended up bonking his hard wooden head against Deidara’s soft forehead, which left an embarrassing bruise. Also his lips were very dry, woody and grainy, something Deidara did not find very appealing. But time and a lot of effort on Sasori’s part improved this. He learned to be slower, and much gentler, and to read Deidara’s body language to know what he wanted. He also redesigned his facial features to give himself softer, more human-like lips, which Dei was very happy about.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Sasori’s confession was very surprising to Deidara. Sasori’s a master at keeping his feelings and emotions in check, and up until his confession, Deidara had had no clue that Sasori felt anything for him. But one day Sasori asked him to come into his lab, sat down with him, and started talking. He circled around and around the point so much that Deidara had to stop him and ask him point-blank if he was trying to say he liked him, to which Sasori responded, in a deadpan voice, “‘Like’ is for children. We’re grown men, and I’m in love with you, Deidara.” When Deidara remembered how to speak again, he promptly reciprocated.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Actual, legal marriage feels like a pointless concept to them. Being criminals, they already do so many things “off the grid”, so going into a temple and signing papers just isn’t something either is interested in. They’ve considered themselves “married” from the very first moment they got together. Sasori considers Deidara as his spouse, and makes sure everyone around them knows his feelings on the matter.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Sasori has always called Deidara “brat”, and being in a relationship doesn’t change this. The same with Deidara referring to Sasori as “Danna”. But over time, terms of endearment evolve a tiny bit. Deidara likes the word “babe”, which Sasori hates, and likes to say things like “Hey, Danna-babe?” when he’s being teasing. Surprisingly Deidara’s favorite term of endearment that Sasori calls him is … just his name. Just Deidara. But the way Sasori says it, as if it’s the most precious word in his language, never fails to send goosebumps up and down Deidara’s arms.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

It isn’t very obvious when Sasori is in love. Nothing about his personality really changes … except. He’s started to become a lot more sensitive to where Deidara is at all times, and when he’s sent on missions without Sasori, the redhead actually expresses worry over his whereabouts. Normally Sasori is very scornful of what he refers to as “human weaknesses” but once, Deidara left with Hidan on a mission, and it started to rain. Deidara forgot his cloak at home. Sasori literally raced out of the hideout and miles down the road to catch up to Deidara to give it to him. The others saw this and were in shock; that level of caring wasn’t something they’d ever seen from him.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Sasori isn’t much one for PDA, but Deidara is. He’s very hands-on and likes surprising Sasori with hugs from behind, and cheek-kisses. If this happens around other people, Sasori will usually be gruff and throw a “that’s quite enough, brat” at him. But alone, Sasori will smile and return whatever gesture Deidara has given to him. Sasori isn’t really very close to anyone else in the Akatsuki, except for Konan, and to her and her alone he divulges bits of his relationship with Deidara, as well as asking for advice on how to handle certain situations with him.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Don't know if this counts as a quirk, but, Sasori is a hardcore perfectionist. If he does something and feels it's not absolutely perfect, he'll practice it over and over again until he gets it right. This is great for Deidara, as it means he's been the recipient of HOURS of lip-locking, and ... *other* ... physical things.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Being romantic is a hard concept for someone like Sasori to grasp. But after spending time with Deidara he sees that his lover is somebody who appreciates attention above all other things. So when Sasori is alone with Deidara, he has his undivided attention. The moon could fall out of the sky and Sasori would still be gazing into Deidara's eyes. Sasori's love language is an even mix of Touch, and Gestures, so this is what Deidara tends to receive. Sasori will cook for him (which isn't the greatest at first but Sasori improves within the first few months), and do little things like stroke his arm or touch his cheek. Going back to the attention aspect, Sasori compliments some small thing about Deidara every chance he gets, like noting if he likes a new cologne Dei is using, or remarking that a certain color looks really good on him.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

This is a hard one because Deidara's only goals are artistic ones, and he and Sasori differ greatly on what they consider true art to be. The worst fight they ever had was when Deidara told him his ultimate plans for detonating himself one day to create the "ultimate work of art"; Sasori can't physically cry but his face looked as close to crying as it possibly could. Seeing this reaction, and realizing how hurt Sasori would be if Deidara suddenly ended his life in such a way, made Deidara re-think his views on some things. Or at least have the sense to keep quiet about them.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Sasori is very much a routine kind of person, and Deidara likes spontaneity. Sasori tries to be accomodating but any step outside of his normal patterns leaves him feeling really, really unsettled. Deidara knows this and tries to accept that Sasori is like this, and incorporate "surprises" into the mix that Sasori can still feel he's in control of. The only thing that doesn't fall into this category, is their life in the bedroom. Sasori doesn't feel physical pleasure from sex like Deidara does, but he gets a very heady mental stimulation from it. He enjoys learning about Deidara's body, what he likes, what he loves, and how to get him there in different ways.

  U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Sasori knows Deidara better than anybody on earth. Part of this is just due to Sasori's nature of quietly observing others. He learned a great deal about him during their beginning simply Akatsuki partners, and much more after they become romantically involved with each other. Within a year he can take a glance at Deidara's face and know his mood just by reading his expression. Empathy isn't something that's really in Sasori's emotional range but he tries.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

For a very long time Sasori saw no value in having any sort of relationship, romantic or otherwise, with others. People to him were tools to be used until they were no longer needed by him. Even at the very very start of Sasori acknowledging that he had feelings for Deidara, he was confused about what they were. He was used to literally collecting people to turn into puppets, and Deidara's beauty made him an ideal candidate, which is why Sasori believed he was so drawn to Dei. One night it got to the point where he actually got out a set of tools and prepared to go into Deidara's room and "take" him to be part of his collection. But for some reason the thought of cutting into Deidara made Sasori feel disgusted and sad. Took him about a week to realize that this was because he was in love with the blonde. But still, Sasori is big into the concept of ownership, and Deidara is HIS. And he's the most valuable and precious thing that Sasori has, and God help anyone who tries to hurt or take Dei away from him.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Sasori has been fascinated with Dedaira's hair from the get-go. At first he felt weird about asking but eventually he couldn't resist anymore and asked if he could brush it. This turned into an obsession where, whenever Sasori feels frustrated or stressed out,  he asks Deidara to come into his room so that he can sit and play with his hair. He's gotten very good at braiding and will practice different styles for hours while Deidara sits at his feet, eating and talking. Sometimes Sasori will give him these amazing scalp massages that has Deidara fall asleep, and Sasori will hold him and feast on his beauty for hours.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Sasori is weirdly only extremely affectionate when he’s worried over Deidara, or over something he’s done. He has a gut-wrenching fear of losing him, and if Deidara gets sick? Even if it’s something as simple as a little cold, Sasori will be immensely worried over it. He’ll be sweet to Deidara, holding him and kissing and giving him little touches to the point where Deidara gets a little annoyed over it. But otherwise Sasori isn’t the most demonstrative person, and Deidara accepts this. He knows Sasori loves him, he just has a problem with showing it sometimes.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Not ... well. Again, Sasori’s biggest fear is the thought that he could lose Deidara. When Sasori was a boy, his parents went off to war, and they told him that they’d be back ... and they never came back. He spent his entire childhood waiting on his parents to come home. So when Deidara is out of his sight, Sasori tries his hardest to keep busy because if he doesn’t, he’ll freeze up and sit motionless like the puppet that he is, waiting on Deidara to return to him.- But he tries not to show his level of worry to Deidara because he doesn’t want to scare him off, or for Deidara to feel like Sasori is “smothering” him in their relationship.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Sasori is willing to do anything, and I do mean anything, for Deidara. And he changes, or attempts to change, things about the coldness of his personality, so that Deidara wants to stay with him. Sasori doesn’t show it but Deidara really has him wrapped around his finger.

#sasodei #fluff alphabet #sasori x deidara #sasori #deidara #love

[silentt-angel]

the colours of my love

Summary: Sirius is writing Remus goodbye letters from Azkaban.

Black.

Everything always starts with darkness, so it seems only right for me to start here.

Whether it was because of the divine intervention of some powerful being, whether our bodies were shaped from clay or from Adam’s rib, or from something different altogether; whether it all started from a powerful explosion and chaos— it started with darkness, and from the darkness, there emerged a light.

Just like the world, we came from darkness. It was only later that we grasped what light was. I guess you could say that everyone does. But our darkness was different. I think that’s part of why it was easier for us to bond than for the others. Why we were drawn to each other so much. Like calls to like.

James didn’t understand the darkness that we came from. I’m glad he didn’t; I’m sorry you did. Our burdens were different in every way, but nobody understands someone who’s in pain, like another suffering person. You are one of the strongest people I know, Moony. I’ll never stop admiring your bravery. You took the hand life dealt you and made the most of each card.

Life is a cycle, and things often end the same way they began. Soon, my life will end in black – the last thing I’ll see will be the grimy hood of a Dementor. I’ll let it steal away the happy memories I’ve been clinging on to. I don’t deserve to have them; I deserve to rot and decay without any hope or happiness or love in my foul heart. James and Lily will never get to feel those things again. And it’s all because of me. I betrayed my best friends. I failed them when it mattered the most.

I hate the thought of my memories disappearing without a trace. I want to be selfish and tell you all the things I never got the chance to say. Even if my words won’t reach you, I want to free them from my heart. There won’t be anyone around to mourn me, so allow me to mourn our love. Allow me to pity myself. Allow me to succumb to the will of the weak man I am. I don’t want you to ever think I never cared about you, about Lily and James and Harry, when I would trade my life for all of yours in a heartbeat. Merlin, do I wish I could strike that deal with someone. Anyone.

I'm sorry that I left you all alone, Remus, even though I promised you so many times that I wouldn’t. I’m sorry that I destroyed everything. I’m sorry that I ruined so many futures. I’m sorry that I wasn’t who you needed me to be. I thought I could be better for you, but I couldn’t. I’m sorry I disappointed you. Believe me, it hurts me so much to know that you won’t ever want me by your side anymore.

I’ve replayed that conversation with James so many times. I killed James and Lily.

You don’t deserve a killer.

I know how much you must hate me now. It’s a just punishment for what I did. Nothing could hurt me more, and I deserve every bit of this pain.

As I sit in my cell, awaiting death, I hope only that you will find light in the dark.

The only thing that has been keeping me sane is replaying my memories of you in my head. I will never cease to be grateful to James for noticing you on that first day at Hogwarts and asking you to bunk with us. I’m grateful for him noticing me – taking me under his wing. I remember feeling so nervous to talk to you for the first time. I had never felt anything like it before. Sirius Black didn’t get nervous. And yet, when I looked at you, there was a knot in my stomach. I had always prided myself on not caring what other students thought of me. But you? I was so desperate for you to like me. I tried so hard, and I’m sure you could tell.

We would have found our way to each other sooner or later regardless, but I’m glad I could be your friend from the very start. I’m glad we could have at least eleven wonderful years together. They were the best years of my life.

I would trade everything I have left for one minute with you – for a proper goodbye. I haven’t had enough of you yet. I want more so desperately, I’d dig my way all the way to you with my bare hands if I could.

I’ll never forget what it was like to see the polished black wheels of the Hogwarts Express for the first time. I owe so much to that bloody train. It was an escape for both of us. We found our home because of it. Moony, Padfoot, Prongs and Wormtail – four perfect friends for life. Or so we thought.

You and James became my family. Our beginning was pure and innocent in that special way that every childhood friendship is. It became so much more, though. You two were there for me through every hardship and every high. You truly wasted your good on me.

I remember being huddled over a cauldron with James during one of our first potions lessons in the first year. We were bickering about something so loudly that the professor moved me next to you. I made a fuss of being upset about it, but secretly I was glad to be able to sit with you. It also turned out you were a lot better at potions than James (he really didn’t inherit his father’s gift). From then on, you were my potions partner until the very last lesson.

Before you, the only colour filling my pages was black. You truly did live up to your name, Moony; you lit up my sky. You made me stop thinking about the dark, like something terrible and scary, but instead as what comes before something great.

I never expected me to end up being the sappy one. I guess that’s what love does to a guy. And I guess many, much more unexpected things have happened to us.

At it's very core, my love came from the darkness. I coddled my fragile heart in the dark and hid it deep inside me my whole life. Years passed before I let you unravel my defences with your slender hands and soft words. But my love for you was never just that. I was never just black. You brought so much colour into my life.

So, Remus, let me guide you through the colours of my love.

#wolfstar #wolfstar fic #angst #sirius black #remus lupin #remus x sirius #wolfstar angst #headcanon #ao3 #fanfiction #sirius in azkaban

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Chapter Twenty (Part 3)

It’s close to nine by the time the party actually starts. Loads of very fashionable, intimidating people come into the garden, all of them having some conversation they want to have with Jude, so he’s quickly occupied. I sit at the patio table with a group of girls whose names I forget the moment they introduce themselves to me and try to make all the right sounds as they discuss their college offers, acting like my attention isn’t being pulled towards him every time he moves. 

“It’s got like, the most authentic college experience.” Says one of the girls who won’t stop going on about Trinity. “Like, even having that sort of Ivy League atmosphere you know? And you’re right in the heart of the city. Think of all the choices for lunch.”

“I heard everyone who goes there is up themselves.” Another says acridly, which causes an uneasiness to settle over the conversation. I have an acute sense for these kinds of microaggressions after having Kelly as a friend for over half my life, and whatever this is, the echo of a discord between these girls that I’ll never know the intricacies of, it drags up all sorts of wretched feelings from somewhere inside me, and I want to go and stand beside Jude instead. And where’s Jen?

“Where are you going to college?” One of them shoots a question at me before I can move, and it pins me to my seat. 

“Oh, I don’t know. I’m only after finishing fifth year.”

“Oh, tiny baby.” She comments in a not unkind way, but it makes me squirm. “So like, have you an idea of where you’ll go?”

“Not really, like I probably want to do art, but I don’t know which is the best college or anything. I haven’t really looked into it too much.”

“Oh, just go to NCAD. It’s the only acceptable choice.”

“Okay.”

“What’s it with all these people doing fine arts these days?” The dour one asks of nobody in particular. She’s smoking a cigarette and dropping the ashes right onto the table. “In this economy I actually think it’s bananas. Like, what are the jobs?”

“I dunno. Selling paintings in a gallery.” Someone suggests. “Or doing that street art thing that they do in Montmartre.” The way she says Montmartre in a really pretentious french accent irks me. It reminds me of how people insist on pronouncing croissant the authentic way, even when it’s just been made at some industrial bakery in Clondalkin. 

“You can do loads.” I insist. “Like pottery, printmaking, graphic design, teaching… and actually you can do sculpture, which Jude is going to do.”

The Montmartre girl throws her eyes to the sky. “Yes, we know all about his odd choices.” She peers over her shoulder at him, down on the grass talking animatedly to some guy in chinos. “And I still can’t believe he was so determined to do it.”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh. Like the way his parents kicked off about it. Imagine, a dental surgeon and an actuary having a son who wants to mould clay as a job.”

“I’d go mental if I worked hard to provide for my family and then had an artist for a child.” Says cigarette girl, who must have forgotten what I said about going to art college. Otherwise she’s being purposefully mean. “Like to the point that I’d stop them from playing with crayons in case they liked it too much.” A couple of the girls laugh darkly. Clearly she’s one of those people that gets a kick out of saying really crazed things just to get a reaction. 

“Oh look who’s here.” One of them says, and they spin around to watch a skinny girl in a sequined top come out through the patio doors and do this bouncy little hop down the stone steps towards Jude. I don’t even have to ask who she is, because I already know. I’ve done a thorough investigation of her. I’ve scoured her social media, I’ve seen every picture of her that exists in the online sphere and I’ve read every status she’s ever written, in fact I’ve already compared myself to her in a thousand painful ways and tortured myself trying to figure out the things that made him want her but not me.

I watch him hug her tightly and give her a kiss on the cheek. “Hi Michelle, so good to see you.” I lip read, and the look that he gives her makes my stomach twist. The chair makes a hideous scraping sound under me as I get up and go inside to the kitchen. 

“Evie, oh my God! I didn’t know you were here!” Jen is there, pouring herself a vodka and coke at the counter. I go over to her and we hug, and I ask her how long she’s been here. “Like half an hour.” She tells me. “I didn’t see you.”

“I was at the table with those girls.” 

“Oh lovely.” She says blandly and loops her arm into mine. “Have you had a drink?”

“Just a glass of wine.”

“Here.” She gives me her cup and then pours herself another. “We’re hardly going to get through the fabled Last Night without a few drinks.”

I nod in agreement. “How are you doing?”

“Ugh, it’s just weird. We’ve always been joined at the hip, and now he’s going. But on the other hand, it’s what he wants, so it makes me happy too. And Berlin is literally two hours away. I’ll just fly over there whenever I miss him too much.” 

It’s actually a comforting thought, that he won’t be all that far away, at least physically. “Still though.” I can’t help but add. “Things change when people go away, there’ll be new friends and-”

“Please, I’m not thinking about this tonight. I already stumbled upon the harrowing mountain of suitcases outside his bedroom after I used the upstairs toilet. I need us to pretend it’s going to be normal for now. It’s all my heart can take.”

We take our drinks outside and sit down together on a rattan sofa near the group of girls I’d just been with. The mean one has all her features screwed up again and is presumably saying something unpleasant. She reminds me of Kelly. 

“Are those girls from your school?” I ask Jen, and she nods. “Yeah. They’re alright, they’re just like, into the drama a bit. There’s always something going on with them.”

“And they’re Jude’s friends.”

“Yes. Kind of. I don’t really know, if I’m honest. They’re just always around.”

“Do you think they fancy him?”

She snorts. “Dunno. Probably.”

I try my best to sound really casual as I ask a question that a huge part of me doesn’t even want the answer to. “And what, did he like, have a thing with any of them?”

“Oh yeah, a few of them.”

I pause and look, really look at each of their faces. They’re all pretty. They’re all cool, and I feel threatened by every one of them. I’m filled with inadequacy once again, a feeling that just keeps coming back around like a malicious carousel to knock me down and remind me that I’m not effortless, individual, confident, artistic or beautiful enough, and unless I can turn back the clock and change every aspect of my life, all the things that have shaped me into the person I am, I will never be. 

 I let my gaze drift down the garden where Jude is still talking to Michelle. The sun is low in the sky, and it turns his skin the colour of toffee, his dark hair backlit in auburn. I watch him with her, his expressive eyes looking at her in ways I’d thought were just for me. His wide, incandescent grin illuminates on his face every time he laughs at something that she says and it makes my heart ache. Everything about him is perfect. His long fingered painterly hands are like something ornamented in gothic stained glass. He has this elfin, feline look to his face and eyes that so many times have made me feel pinned to the spot. I realise that I am entirely, earth-shatteringly in love with him. 

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#sims 4 #sims #ts4 #simlit #sims 4 story #writing #sims story #romance #fiction #sims 4 storytelling #sims4 storytelling #sims storytelling #lucky girl part 1

[misrepresentedmorallygrey]

PROPAGANDA

Alana Propaganda

"this poor woman. every other hannigram fic is “oooh look at alana she’s such a bitch and a slut and she never believed will and she’s stupid”. it’s horrible. she deserves the world"

Kikyo Propaganda

"Picture this: the love of your life betrays you and causes your death, then you're brought back to life later against your will and your lover is with your reincarnation. Anyone would feel bitter! She tries her best to keep living her half life and helping people. She's hated just because she's not the main character and gets in the way of the show's OTP."

"Kikyo was such an interesting character. She was murdered by the villain, who tricked both her and her love interest into thinking the other had betrayed them, brought back to life against her will only to find that fifty years had passed, the world had moved on without her, her baby sister was now an old woman, and she'd been condemned to an awful half-life in an unfeeling clay body where she was stuck in her worst moments and basically a vengeful spirit, but she eventually managed to move past it, gave up her one chance at getting revenge on her murderer to save the life of a child, and achieved some measure of inner peace before she died for good. But, she also has the misfortune of being the first love of the male lead, so of course the only thing anyone seems to care about is how she supposedly did him dirty and wasn't good enough for him. The whole fandom is chock full of meta posts about how she didn't trust Inuyasha enough and should have known he'd NEVER betray her like that. Meanwhile, Inuyasha fell for it just as easily when the villain framed HER for attacking HIM, but nobody ever tries to claim that HE didn't trust HER enough. (For further context, when she thought he'd betrayed her, she retaliated by pinning him to a tree and putting him in an enchanted sleep. He retaliated by destroying her village.) In at least 90% of the fanfics that she appears in at all, she's either the Bad Girlfriend or the Evil Ex, who either previously or is currently abusing the hero, or cheating on him, or trying to coerce him into turning human, or dating him for years only to break up with him by telling him he disgusts her because of his demon blood (huh???), none of which she did in the actual canon, solely so the preferred love interest can swoop in and kiss it all better. People will claim they're just making valid criticisms of her actions (which, to be fair, aren't always great), or saying she didn't properly earn her redemption (which is actually pretty standard for a shounen series) because she didn't apologize enough, but them multiple male characters who did far worse than she did somehow miraculously managed to escape the constant criticisms that she's subjected to, this despite having a so-called redemption that's literally just "He stopped eating people because he wanted to get into the heroine's pants", and remain very popular characters both in their own right and as alternate ships for the female lead. The double standards are so glaringly obvious, yet people will bend over backwards and jump through mental hoops that would give a gold-medal Olympics gymnast pause to insist that they're being completely objective and fair and that this isn't just about trying to score points in a ship war or holding female characters to completely different standards from male characters."

#round 1 #losers bracket #females fucked over tournament #nbc hannibal #inuyasha #alana bloom #kikyo

[moody4world]

okay so i was thinking

singer reader surprises Jack on tour , they had gotten into an argument but he questions the status of their relationship. so she sings him a song to let him know that she forgives him and still loves him

( idk if you watched victorious but that song " youre the reason" would be perfect )

hi hon!! i changed it up a little bit but i hope you still enjoy it!!<3

You’re the reason

A/N(?): i am !!NOT!! a writer, everything i write and post is simply for fun and not to be taken seriously

You’ve been in the spotlight for almost your entire life. From being on Disney at the ripe age of 10 to appearing on the big screen with A-listers at only 17. You were not only an actress but also a singer. You had become one of the youngest female R&B artists on the charts at just 20 years old and you couldn’t be more proud of yourself.

Your parents never forced you because it’s always been what you wanted and they were your number one supporters and nobody could argue with that. Nobody except for Jack. Jack claimed that he has always been your number one fan and he would die on that hill. His words though not yours, he couldn’t believe that he was dating his childhood crush. The first time you met Clay he didn’t hesitate to embarrass his brother by telling you how Jack always fought him for the tv remote when he knew you were going to be on their tv screen.

Jack was proud to call you his and he would turn all his social media accounts to fan accounts dedicated to you if he could.

The two of you met at the MET gala two years ago and ever since then its been a down low friendship, to dating and now relationship. Jack always kept his celebrity connections as private as possible and you were no different. You were also proud of Jack and the fact that he was your boyfriend. Only problem was that you haven’t gone public with a relationship since your last very public and dramatic breakup in 2018, something that took a huge toll on you for a couple months. Once you finally got over that situation you told yourself it’d be best to keep future relationships private.

Jack understood this because he also agreed but he always told you private doesn’t have to be secret. You knew he was right but you were still scared of your relationship with Jack falling apart the way your last one did. You were so in love with him that you refused to let anything to ruin what the two of you have.

Unfortunately this topic was the main cause of your current argument. Jack has been touring for the past few weeks and the two of you have been facetiming every single day like you were doing right now. “Look at youuu all snuggled up into my hoodie” He had the biggest smile on his face as he always did when he looked at you. “It’s so comfy, thanks for leaving my favorite ones by the way” “It’s nothing baby” “I really want to post a screenshot of this right now” your smile faded with worry and Jack didn’t miss it “Y/n it wouldn’t kill us to post each other every now and then baby we’ve been over this.” “I know but I just don’t want to risk anything Jack, we’ve been over that too haven’t we?”

“At first I got it but now i’m starting to think you just don’t want to be seen with me y/n.” “Oh come on Jack you know it’s not that” “Then what else is it huh? Cause if you’re scared to even mention me to people or let me just post an innocent photo of us what am I supposed to think?” “Now all of a sudden i’m the bad guy for wanting to protect our relationship?” “This shit doesn’t need any protection y/n, you’re sinking this ship with your overthinking. I’m trying here baby but you gotta help me too.” Jack made valid points but in that moment you were too butt hurt to acknowledge any of that.

You shut down like you always did during moments like this, you didn’t want to talk about it anymore and just wanted to hang up. “Okay well I have a performance later so i’m gonna go get some rest. We’ll talk later, okay?”

You didn’t even want to make eye contact with him anymore because you knew you’d let some tears slip if you did. “Y/n you’re not hanging up on me like this. Talk to me baby tell me how you really feel. I’m sorry I got a bit heated. I just want you to let go of that fear, i’m nothing like him and you know how much I love you. Crazy fans and fake articles are the last thing you should be worried about. I want to show you off cause it’s what you deserve. We both know that.” You couldn’t say a single thing. His words had felt like a soft and warm hug of reassurance and safety. It was hard to express how you were feeling so you simply said an “I love you” and hung up.

Jack thought he had hurt your feelings because of the way you hung up. If it was up to him he would blow up your notifications with apologies and i love yous but knew that when you got like this he simply had to give you space. It was insane to you how loving and supportive of a boyfriend Jack was to you. But It was something completely new for you which made it slightly overwhelming in moments like these. You decided to get some rest before your performance of the night and once you woke up you were certain of one thing.

Which was, you were tired of keeping him a secret. You wanted everyone to know that you’ve found a man that treats you how every girlfriend or boyfriend should be treated. Loved how anyone in a relationship should be loved.

That night at your concert you surprised the crowd with a new unreleased love song you had written specially for Jack. You told your friends that it was a song you wrote for a very special person in your life that you would tell them about soon.

Your cousin had recorded the whole thing and sent it to Jack. To say Jack was surprised when he saw the video was an understatement. You had never mentioned that you were writing a song about him. He knows it must’ve been hard for you to keep that from him because he was the first one to know every thought process you had for any song you were writing or any show or movie you were casted in.

The song was called “You’re the reason” and the lyrics explained how he’s the reason you’ve become so much more confident in yourself and your career after such a hard time. He’s the reason for the huge genuine smile you’ve had for the past year and a half. When news of the performance got out everyone was curious to know who the special person could possibly be. You haven’t been spotted with anyone for a long time unless it was a co-star from the same movie.

That same night you and Jack decided to post a photo of the two of you announcing your relationship to everyone else.

y/n ☑️

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y/n very few of you guys guessed it right, “You’re the reason is about jack!!! i’m gonna keep this caption short so i don’t simp on the main but just know i l*ve this guy

y/ngotcake queen is this white man bothering you🤨

user1 I KNEW IT AND NONE OF YOU BELIEVED ME

jackharlow ☑️

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jackharlow Always been her #1 fan and i’ll die on that hill. Love her forever🤞🏻

user2 First tom holland gets his celebrity crush and now jack too?! i really gotta start manifesting

druski ☑️ Aw shit we done lost another one man somebody better call dr. umar

y/n @ druski stop it😭

#moody4world #moody fics #jack harlow x reader #requested by exoticr0ses

[hotsforharlow]

hii

jack introducing you to his family before you guys are actually dating. He introduces you as his ‘friend’ but really he’s been taking you on secret dates, fucking you every other night etc… His mum can see right through him and tells him in private that she knows he’s in love with you, she can see it in his face and body language😌

🍓anon

AN:Hi, I hope you like it x

“Are you sure I can come?” You whispered in Jack’s ear as you walked beside him. His childhood home in the distance. You would have usually reached for his hand by now but there was still no title on your ‘friendship’. Not that you minded, well, okay so you did a little bit but for now it was okay. “Of course, everyone is here and I want you here.” Jack looked at you, a soft smile tugging on his lips. You ducked your head with a soft blush coming over your face. “You are just saying that.” He gently tugged you and had you both stopping just outside their gardens. “I do want you.” Jack whispered and moved to cup your face.

You smiled; his words warmed you as you softly nodded. “We should get going.” You whispered and looked over to the house. You smiled up at him once more before you both moved towards the house. “They’ll love you.” Jack tried to comfort you before the door was opened and you were both invited in. Thankfully, Clay answered the door and had smiles for you both. “Good to see you Y/N.” He muttered into the hug. “You too.” You whispered, shyness returning as you stepped to the side when the brother’s greeted each other. The slight awkwardness you had felt before began to rise again.

Jack’s hand itched to reach for you as he watched your reaction but he didn’t want to make any gesture that people would read too much into. “Jack…” Maggie’s voice came from behind you and you stepped away once more as they hugged. “Mom, this is my friend, Y/N.” Jack smiled brightly over to you. Friend. It wasn’t what he was calling you last night when he was fucking you. Soft, sweet whispers had left him. And everything else he called you. You smirked up at him with those bedroom eyes of yours. A soft blush came over his cheeks and you knew he was also thinking of the night before.

“It’s nice to meet you.” You softly introduced yourself and moved to shake hands but she brought you into a warm hug that took you by surprise. “Any friend of Jack’s is family.” Maggie smiled brightly before pulling Jack into the kitchen. “Everyone is outside.” Clay guided you to the large gathering in the garden. “Thank you.” You smiled up at him as he handed you a glass of alcohol. “I’m glad Jack brought you…you make him happy.” A soft blush came over your face with those words, “We are just friends.” You whispered to him. Clay only smiled; nobody believed that if they spent more than a minute in your presence with Jack. 

Thankfully, the rest of the group came over and greeted you as friendly as ever. It was always nice being around them,

WITH JACK

Jack moved around the kitchen as he helped his mom lay out the table. It was nice to just catch up with her after so long apart but his body was humming to reunite with you. “You seem happy.” Maggie commented as she poured the jugs of juice. “I am happy…always happy.” Jack babbled. Maggie only hummed and gave him a look. “She’s just a friend.” Jack grumbled; mind flashing off all the times that certainly were more than friends. “Right.” Maggie muttered; not believing him for a second. Jack just sighed and rolled his eyes. “Don’t roll your eyes at me.” “Sorry.” Jack mumbled to his mother before pecking her cheek. “I’ll see you out there.”

Maggie only watched her son leave the kitchen and shook her head. Picking up a tray, she moved towards the garden and watched. 

Jack’s hand rested on your back; far lower than Maggie usually saw her son’s hand. His smile was brighter and those blues were soft too. Her son was in love; even if he didn’t know it or wanted to accept it. It seemed she wasn’t the only one who knew as Clay caught her eye with a smirk. Jack was whispering into your ear; jokes that weren’t even funny but you couldn’t help but laugh. “You good?” His hand moved to play with the ends of your hair as he checked in on you. “Yeah, I’m good.” You hummed; looking up at him with a soft smile. “Want some food?” Jack nodded his head to Urban who was playing chef for the day.

“I’d like that.” You hummed, your smile only widening as you both lost yourself in each other's presence. Jack looked down at you softly as he chewed on his bottom lip; his mother’s words moving through his mind and distracting him. “Do you want to stay over tonight?” Jack finally asked the question he had wanted to ask for a while now. Thankfully, you got over your shock quite quickly. “Are you sure?” You softly babbled; sipping on your drink to distract yourself. “Of course…I want you too.” Jack ducked his head before subtly pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “Then I will.” You hummed up at him with a sweet smile on your face.

The whole interaction was caught by a watching Maggie who could only giggle to herself before moving back into the home.

#🍓 anon #request #jack harlow x reader

[viskovie]

Sons of Anarchy's special talents

Jax: can flirt his way into or out of anything (he has zero thoughts while doing this)

Chibs: can cry on cue. Won't.

Happy: amazing cook. Like really, really good

Juice: can tell if a picture is even a millimetre crooked from across the room. He makes it everyone else's problem.

Tig: animal whisperer, except to horses

Opie: has knockout singing voice (but nobody knows, because he hates karaoke)

Clay: can play music by ear but lacks an instrument

Gemma: somehow knows everything about everyone. That's why her hair is so big, it's full of secrets

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Chucky: has the gift of prophecy but no one ever believes him

#everyone has a special talent but some are superior to others... #sons of anarchy headcanons #jax teller #chibs telford #happy lowman #juice ortiz #tig trager #opie winston #Clay Morrow #gemma teller #sons of anarchy

[jaxteller87]

Aftermath II(big papa 12)

Amber POV

After my outburst, I hastily threw some essentials into a bag and made my way to my parents’ old place. I knew I’d probably just earned myself a permanent ban from the clubhouse with what I’d done. Hell, I don’t even think Gemma’s pulled off the stunt I just did.

Outside, I waited, my nerves frayed, but nobody came out. I couldn’t tell whether that was a good thing— or a bad thing. I nonchalantly looked through a small gap in the door, and I could make out a few members— Jax and Clay weren’t among them. Not wanting to test the waters any further than I already did, I went back home and waited for whatever came next.

The first thing I did when I got back was roll a joint. I was stressed to the max, not only over what had just happened but also everything that led up to this moment of me blowing my top. My hands were shaking, and my thoughts trailed, making it almost impossible to roll a respectable joint, but I managed— even if half of it ended up on my lap. I no sooner sparked it up until I heard the familiar rumble of that old pickup truck turning the corner, announcing Jax’s arrival. I took a few drags as he pulled into the driveway; I’m sure he could see me. He fiddled with something on the passenger seat before he finally got out. He handed me a shake; his expression was surprisingly calm. 

“Hey, darlin’.”

“Peach! Thank you,” I coughed, taking the offering and handing him the shittiest joint I had ever rolled and he had probably ever seen.

“So, uh—” he took a slight drag and handed it back, “That was quite the show back there, huh?”

Then, the floodgates opened. Tears streamed down my face as I poured out apologies. “I don’t know what came over me. I just felt so powerless! I didn’t know what to do, but I had to do something.”

“Calm down, babe,” Jax didn’t hesitate; he scooped me up and settled me in his lap. “Shh, it’s alright, my love. I understand,” he murmured, his voice a soothing balm to my shattered emotions. “I think Clay finally realized just how scared you’ve been all this time.”

“I can’t... lose you,” I sobbed, clinging to him desperately. “Without you, I’d truly be alone.”

“I know,” Jax replied, his thumb brushing away my tears before they could fall. “And you won’t. I promise.”

Between sobs, I managed a weak attempt at humor. “So, am I banned from SAMCRO now?”

Jax chuckled, “Actually, no. You got a standing ovation, believe it or not. But more importantly, you got through to him.”

“Clay? I did?” I stopped crying suspiciously quickly. It probably made it seem like I was faking, but that couldn’t have been further from the truth. In my head, I ran a hundred scenarios, but none of them ended with me getting through to Club President.

“Yeah, you did. Sometimes, it takes someone from the outside to make the old man see reason,” Jax mused, leaning in to kiss my forehead. I returned the gesture with a grateful smile. His hand slid down to give my butt a playful squeeze, eliciting a giggle from me.

“I love you, big papa,” I whispered.

“I love you too, darlin’,” Jax kissed my forehead, “But…”

“But?” I reared back, almost expecting him to say something crazy like he didn’t want to be with me anymore.

“But— you really can’t go bustin’ into church like that. Gemma’s been around since the First Nine, and she wouldn’t even pull a stunt like that.”

“So, you’re mad?” I puffed out my bottom lip.

“Not at all. You did what you felt was needed, and if I’m being honest, it was most definitely needed. You just fortified what half the room was thinkin’ anyway. But there are ways— traditions, so to speak, regarding how to approach these types of situations.”

“I got it, babe,” I smiled, “I hear you loud and clear— Don’t do it again.”

“Perfect,” he kissed me on the lips. “You got through to the old man, but he had to get a small win, so I told him I’d talk to you about your actions.”

“Oh,” I chuckled, “So, that’s what that was? Just now?”

Jax grinned back at me, “Exactly.”

“I’m pretty high right now,” I admitted, slurping down my milkshake.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I repeated, “I think the munchies are coming on.”

“I figured you might say that,” Jax sat me back in my chair and walked to the truck. When he returned, he had a to-go bag with a burger and fries inside. “Tell me I don’t know my sweetheart.”

“If we weren’t already married, I’d propose to you right now,” I joked, taking the bag and digging in. Afterward, I felt a thousand better. We went inside, put on a movie, and for the first time in a long time— I felt relaxed. There I was, nestled in Jax’s arms, knowing that whatever challenges lay ahead, we’d face them together, as we always had. For in the brotherhood of SAMCRO and in the love we shared, there was strength enough to conquer even the darkest of days.

#jax teller fluff #jax teller x disabled reader #jax teller x oc

[lunarfeat21]

Sparkling Shakedown

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Chapter two: Peas in a Pod

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Dragging the blue silvery pod was proven to be a task even as Drift did his best to drag the thing out of the ditch, but with the help of his Minicons, they managed to get it out and called the rest for transportation.

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Once they returned with their findings, Fixit worked away as he examined the exterior of the pod.

“Good work on finding the source.” Bumblebee complimented Drift for his excellent findings. The bounty hunter nodded, at least he didn’t explain his embarrassing story of how he stumbled upon it.

“Hey guys, what do we-” Denny was about to ask when he and Russell spotted the pod, blue eyes widened in awed as they approached the team. The light reflecting off the pod’s surface added a wonder to it, like a good fortune is about to come.

“Up, up, up, you’re not coming any closer now Denny Clay!” Fixit intervened as the orange Minicon obscured the pod out of the humans’ view.

“I’m still in the middle of analyzing, however my scanner deduced this pod is an escape pod; albeit a small one.”

“An escape pod?” murmured Bumblebee as he examined the exterior. He doesn’t see why this pod could be special, though it vaguely bears a stronger resemblance to the stasis pods, the ones they imprisoned captured Decepticons from their missions, except for the brilliance gleam of silvery blue. Like it supposed to represent importance to whomever lost it, the glass frosted over that nobody could see through, and down to the middle is a very strange carving. 

Bumblebee failed to notice the carving thanks to the overly flashy outer shell, his shadow blocked out the sun’s light as he got a good view. Those strange carvings are no other than Cybertronians glyphs, and it’s also one sentence.

“What did you find?” piped Jetstorm as he passed the dream-stuck Clays and approached beside Bumblebee, curious of what the bigger bot saw.

“Oh, Jetstorm,” Bumblebee replied as he made a nonverbal gesture of lifting Jetstorm, to which he nodded and picked the Minicon to get a view as well. “I just found Cybertronian writing in the middle, and it seems it only had one sentence no less.”

“One sentence? Just one?”

“I believe so.”

“Whaaat?” whined Fixit as he wheeled over to Bumblebee, and he saw the glyphs as well.

“Well?” Sideswipe chimed as he, Grimlock, Strongarm, Drift, the Clays, and Slipstream gathered around the pod, eager to know the short sentence. “What did it say?”

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High in a nearby hill by the scrapyard, a pointed ear flicked as the sound it heard traveled. His fanged smile grew ever so slightly.

“A short sentence?” Clampdown murmured as he is assigned to be Steeljaw’s parrot, relaying the information from the Wolficon as nobody in the Pack had excellent hearing as Steeljaw. Not to mention being a curious crab.

“You heard that right brother,” a chill coo from Steeljaw’s voicebox that made Clampdown so nervous “they found a pod with glyphs. Doesn’t it make you excited? About whatever it could be inside?”

“Not really,” Thunderhoof grumbled, “whatever is in there is really not worthy.”

“Patience, Thuderhoof,” the Wolficon smoothly replied to the ex-mob boss as he swiveled his head back to the direction of the conversation “patience.”

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“Let’s see..” Bumblebee squinted at the small writing as he studied them.

Everyone patiently waited in anticipation, all optics, hidden ears, and eyes trained to the yellow bot, before the first word was spilled.

“May…”

“Yeah?” Sideswipe whispered as to not be loud.

“The…”

Everyone leaned in closer, dying to know.

“Starlings…”

“Bring…”

“Eternal…”

“Ooooohhhhh I can’t take it!” Grimlock whispered, desperately wanting this to be over with.

“Happiness…” was the last sentence Bumblebee read. Everyone was quiet, some were expecting something to happen, and others were stumped by whatever message this sentence was supposed to mean.

“May the starlings bring eternal happiness?” Sideswipe said as he looked over the sentence as he read it “what in the Primes’ is that supposed to mean?”

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The other Pack members were confused by what Clampdown last said, ‘May the starlings bring eternal happiness’? What the scrap is that about. Before they even about to question Steeljaw, who is still listening, the leader hissed at them to be silent and let him listen.

“Don’t utter another word, something is about to happen and I know it!”

Steeljaw was right, something did happen at the scrapyard, and others were there to witness it… and it was so beautiful as a light shot at the blue afternoon sky.

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Just as he placed his servo on top of the glyphs, Bumblebee shot back and fell as a strong beacon of light rose towards the sky, making the world around them a little white. The Bee Team had no idea how it happened, well, Bumblebee is to blame, but how on Earth are they going to stop it and bring unwanted attention.

For roughly ten seconds, the beam died down and everything was back to normal. Bumblebee got up and checked on the pod, while others emerged from their hiding spots and checked as well.

“What even is that?!” Strongarm asked as she was beside her lieutenant, eyeing at the pod.

“No clue.” Bumblebee replied.

Everyone once again gathered around the pod, all were in shock. The glyphs were glowing along with the rim of the pod sliding door, then suddenly the plaque, in a shape of a circle, twisted counterclockwise in three twirls, and by the fourth the door hissed as steaming air escaped.

The latch opened and the Bee Team leaned in for a closer inspection, drawing their weapons and bracing for whatever is in the pod.

Once the stream is clear, they all pointed at the chamber and were in shock once more. The pod itself is… empty? They all looked in and found nothing. That was a relief.

“I guess the scanners were wrong…” muttered Fixit as he was about to leave when a noise came from the pod. Everyone was confused, particularly Jetstorm as he leaned toward the inside of the pod and looked down. A big gasp escaped from him as both Bee and Drift also looked at where Jetstorm is looking. Everyone else is staring.

“What’s wrong Lieutenant?” Strongarm asked urgently.

“Shh.” Bumblebee shushed quietly, signaling that everyone should lower their voice. A smile painted across his, Jetstorm, and Drift’s faceplates as each took small, yet not large, round objects inside the pod. It really looks like the three were… cradling?

“Bee, what did you find?” Russell whispered as he and Denny approached the cradlers, and as they approached, Denny couldn’t help but notice something that strongly resembled that humans do, especially to babies.

Drift and Bee carefully and slowly put Jetstorm down with the object he cradled, and both humans now saw what the bots had. In Jetstorm’s arms, is a velvet green with gold color, small, miniature version of a young Minicon. To further the proof, it opened its turquoise colored optics with little lashes.

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