#yall digging the new divider

[slvttyplum]

having sex with toji made you shy, to the point where you were covering up your face and moans, trying not to embarrass yourself, and clenching up from his every touch. toji didn't like that; he liked when you got out of control, where you were clinging onto him and telling him what pace to go, how to do something, and where to touch you, your loud moans slipping through the cracks of your bedroom door.

he wanted that and more. he didn't want you to cover your beautiful face and try to suppress your moans; it made him feel weird, like he was having sex with the mattress beneath him. he wanted you to be loud and tell him what to do, so in order for you to do that, he would put you on top so that you had no choice but to take control and not cover up your face. 

as much as he wanted to take control and slam his hips into you and push into your sweet spot to the point you're clinging and squirting on his dick, he just couldn't bear to be shy while he was beating your pussy in; it wasn't ideal for him, so this is all he could do: have you take control.

it obviously worked because once your hips got rolling and your hands were sat on top of his chest, there was no stopping you; all you needed was a little bit of motivation and his dick poking your sweet spot repeatedly for you to finally give up the shy girl act.

he knew that once you got on top, there was no stopping you, your ass bouncing on top of him while you moaned in his ear and blabbered in his ear about how good you felt. you would get so high on pleasure that drool was falling out, and you were saying all kinds of shit and didn't recall anything the next day. 

he saw the potential you had whenever you were on top of him, bouncing on his dick with no plans of stopping, so he wanted you to keep going so that you wouldn't be covering up your face while he dug you out. taking your hands and putting them above you as he kissed you, his tongue filling your mouth, low moans sliding into his mouth making him smile, only making his dick fill out your pussy more. 

"keep going, baby; there you go." watching how you slid up and down on his dick while your head was hanging back and one of your hands on his chest lightly pressing down as you lifted your hips and the other rubbing over your breast lightly grazing over your nipples. the pleasure was so overwhelming that covering your face or suppressing your moans were out of the question; you had no choice but to moan and throw your head back. 

once toji realized just what he had to do to make you not cover up your face or hold in your moans, he would just turn around and put you on top of him and push his hips into you, so that he would get control again while there was no place for you to run or cover your face up. when you were on top, it was easier for his dick to poke your sweet spot back and forth with no breaks, so the pleasure was more overwhelming.

as much as you wanted to freeze up and hide your face, you just couldn't; the overall hold his dick had on you was too much for you to ignore or try to push off. your body knew what you really wanted, what you craved and ached for, and what had your pussy clenching around him to orgasm.

both your body and toji worked together to betray you, but god, did you thank them for this? when you were covering up your face and moaning, you couldn't focus on the pleasure. you were so worried about covering up everything that you didn't have time to submerge yourself in the pleasure toji was giving you, and he couldn't have that.

once he started having you on top of him, the habit of covering yourself up along with your moans faded away. he could flip you in all kinds of positions and have you begging for more. toji made sure he saw your every expression when he was inside of you.

[traumatrios]

i can't stop thinking about Stanford!art in his backwards hat!! could u maybe write something for Stanford art plsss no pressure tho.

warnings! frat boy!art, drinking and suggestiveness (?)

josie’s notes! loved this look sm 🧎‍♀️ pls tell me if yall understand the ending bc idk if i was too vague…

You don’t know where it came from— besides the obvious Stanford merch shop on campus. Art just began to wear the cap every day. He always defended the look with “it helps keep the hair from my eyes” and how the girls “totally dig it”.

He was right, even when being sarcastic about it. You did ‘dig’ it.

It gave him the flare of a true college stud, especially when he decided to join a lesser-known frat and paired the red hat with a Kappa Alpha t-shirt on.

God, you would feel the drool pooling in your mouth the first time he gave you a peek at the new look.

Frat boys weren’t your type, but when Art sported the charisma one could get only from brotherhood, it was just so attractive.

“If you take a picture it will last longer.”

Art appeared in front of you with a red solo cup in one hand and the other stuffed into his jeans. Fuck, you were caught.

Parties became a regular occurrence in Art’s social life, which eventually meant it became one in yours, too. Especially when your mutual friends swear you’re only seen together… which isn’t true!

“You don’t think my eyes are pretty?” You fluttered your eyelashes up at the boy, your intoxicated state influencing the confidence that gushed from your features.

“Very pretty,” he smiled. Art was surprisingly tolerant of his alcohol, which is something you’ve questioned for the past two years of your close friendship. You, on the other hand.

“Mm, like your hat,” you reached a hand up to twist the rim of his cap. Now he had been shadowing his forehead rather than the back of his neck.

Now he looked like a golfing dad, especially with the million dollar twinkle in his eye and the way he charmed you to the bone.

Unhappy with the new look, Art took the hat completely off of his head and fixed it on yours. The canvas material of the hat wrinkled around the width of your head and even slid to the space between your brows. Nonetheless, your smile persisted.

He was convinced it lit up the whole room.

“Your head is big,” was all you could say, giggling at how he rolled his eyes and threatened to take the hat back by lunging one of his large hands toward the cap. You swung up your forearm in defense, turning your head away from the boy.

Art pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, watching you twirl away from his playful attacks. “Mine now?” you asked.

“No-no, but keep it on ‘til the morning,” he flicked your forehead, just above the adjustable snaps of the cap.

You rose an eyebrow in question. “Morning?”

Art didn’t say anything else. Instead, he just wrapped his fingers around the rim of your cup sauntered off to the kitchen.

divider by @benkeibear!

[ask-artsy-oncie]

I gotta outline the problems I have with terminally online people being so damn adamant about putting terms like “TME” or “transmisogyny exempt” in their bios, because as much as I just wanna yell “fuck off with that shit” at the people who insist on making this a thing, I haven’t really found a post wrapping up all the problems with this in an easy to understand way. And that’s a problem of its own, because people are so fucking afraid and otherwise discouraged from questioning any new “progressive” online discourse stance that gains traction and risk getting ostracized from the communities they’ve come to depend on.

For those people, have some food for thought.

Firstly, aside from like some people of color denoting that they’re white-passing (which is an entirely different bag of worms), the vast majority of abouts, bios, what have yous that denote your identity Do Not contain a disclaimer list of your privileges. Saying shit like “transmasc, TME” is about as “redundant” (I’ll get to that) as saying “able-bodied, able-minded, ableism exempt” and therefore unnecessary. Except it’s not just unnecessary - and this is likely why some people so deep into discourse culture insist on using it - it serves to downplay your experiences as a trans person and feeds directly into oppression olympics politics.

If your marginalized identity has to constantly be paired with “I don’t actually have it as bad as these other marginalized people though”, you’re creating an unconscious divider between yourself and people who are actually in a decently similar boat that you are, as well as creating a reminder of “I don’t actually have it that bad” which very quickly evolves into “my experiences as a marginalized individual aren’t valid enough” and that can lead to “so it’s okay if I start getting excluded from communities I thought I was supposed to belong in”. It’s a divisionist, exclusionist method of thinking and serves to weaken our community, whether the people participating in this practice aim to do so or not.

And even if all that wasn’t an issue, the practice shouldn’t even have legs to stand on because no the fuck you’re not exempt from transmisogyny because that’s not how bigotry actually works. Bigotry, in real life, does not attack based on how you identify, for the most part, it attacks based on how you are perceived. Believe it or not, cishet and straight trans people are not exempt from being affected by homophobia. Cishet and cis gay people are not exempt from being affected by transphobia. There are many more examples I could give but I’d start derailing. Point is, marginalized people, ESPECIALLY queer people, have SO many overlapping experiences based on how they’re perceived by their oppressors - and it’s why dividing up the community so staunchly is a bad thing.

If you’re transmasc and visibly aren’t performing your gender properly (which HEAVILY varies from bigot to bigot so don’t even bring passing privilege into this) and are attacked for it, you don’t actually know if it was transmisandry or transmisogyny at play just because YOU know how YOU identify. And your online discourse buddies don’t know, either, no matter what they try to tell you. That’s just the reality of how marginalization works.

Please, just stop drinking this koolaid. For the sake of yourself and others. For the sake of being real about how the world works. Just label yourself as transmasc and literally anyone who is capable of critical thought can then go “hm, it’s probable that they don’t have the exact 1:1 life experiences a trans woman does” if that thought’s even applicable. I’m begging yalls to give this one some more thought before digging your heels in.

[anothersylvia]

I’m Not Afraid To Cross Some Lines .... (Jack Harlow Fanfic)

DISCLAIMERS : this is a full/Longer fanfic and will be divided into parts . The concept is of Jack Harlow and a Singer not being able to keep their relationship as artists professional. Warning !! there is sexual content and such aswell as language so ..... but yea enjoy :) 

“Shut up , I’m so done with you” 

Your Zoom call with Jack ran for more than hour already with him cracking jokes and pulling several fits of laughter from you on the other end. Both you and Jack Harlow were artists signed to Generation Now and had successful budding careers and your label execs were eager to get you and him to join forces and collaborate. You and Jack always had great chemistry from the start and you admired his talent and drive but you were initially hesitant about collaborating because of the dating rumors it would generate. A lot of the time you would attend the same events and you had a lot of the same friends and fans thought you would make a cute couple based off of some red carpet and social media interactions , all this put you in an uncomfortable position not only cause you hated having people all up in your business but mainly because you were in a relationship. Your boyfriend was not in the industry and you loved having him in your life to keep you grounded. The relationship offered you the space to switch off from life in the spotlight however for your boyfriend it was difficult to share so much of you with the world and have people on the internet question why you would want to be with him. 

“So where’s your man at ?” Jack questioned. 

“He went for a drive , he’s gonna bring back something to eat “ 

“How wholesome for you” His comment had a sarcastic undertone 

“Probably not as wholesome as having some random person suck my dick every other evening “ You shot back

“Now when were you going to tell me about your dick y/n” 

“I’d rather put it in your mouth than tell you about it , know you’d love that” 

“I would” 

Your boyfriend walked in on the episode of laughter your conversation with Jack launched you into. “Hey babe” you acknowledged him still grinning. He was pleased to see you smiling but had a slight annoyance in his face when he spotted Jack in a hoodie on your laptop screen. 

“Yo Jack “ Your boyfriend brought himself to acknowledge him right after placing a kiss on your cheek. 

“Yo ..” was all Jack said. 

Sensing the awkward atmosphere you spoke. “So Jack we about to kick it over here , Kyle brought home some take out. This was real fun and I can’t wait for us to get this track together”. 

“Of course ! yall have yourselves a good night “ Jack offered you a sincere smile and disconnected from the call. 

Closing your laptop you were now able to plant an endearing kiss on Kyle’s lips. “You enjoy your drive ?” You asked eagerly digging into the bag of warm take out and pulling out a fry. 

“So you and him working on something ?” Kyle skipped over your question. Your chewing slowed down and you gave Kyle a good side eye before responding. 

“I’m sorry but did you just skip over my question to ask me about Jack?”

“Sorry I just ..- it looked interesting my bad”. 

“Yes we were just running some ideas by each other , they want me on Jack’s new album “ You confirmed sounding less upset. With that you proceeded to eat your meals in silence and spent the night curled up on the couch. You weren’t all the way present because you kept playing back parts of your call with Jack and thinking of ideas for your new song. You had to admit you were excited about the collaboration , but that’s not something you were going to share with Kyle in this very moment. You were able to contain the excitement you were feeling from your boyfriend for the weeks to come till your studio session with Jack. 

You always liked to be comfortable when recording and opted for a simple outfit. Mom jeans were your go to and you paired them with white converse sneakers and a crop top. With a light beat and some lipgloss you threw on a bucket hat and drove yourself over to the studio. 

The session got off to quite the start when you walked in on Jack receiving oral on the studio sofa. 

“Jesus Christ !” you exclaimed dramatically shielding your face while Jack frantically tucked his penis back into his sweatpants and the girl pulled her top back up and got on her feet. 

“Yo y/n I -” 

“Don’t need the details “ You cut him short sensing he was about to explain something you knew you would not be able to unhear. You and the girl Jack was with had an awkward eye contact moment before she gave Jack a look and walked out. The moment she was gone you and Jack burst out laughing and cackling. 

“You are one sick motherfucker you know that “ You playfully shoved his shoulder before occupying a seat by the sound and engineering board. The two of you shared light conversation until the producers you would be working with arrived and the session could truly kick off. 

You were laying down some really good work and chopping it up real good for the next few hours. The energy in the studio was super laid back even though Jack was very serious about his work. That was something you understood well being an artist yourself and so your exchanges and chemistry were genuine and did not feel forced. You and Jack would bounce ideas off of each other with ease , which surprised you considering your sound was known for being very girl next door , vulnerable and sensual  and Jack’s sound leaned more towards having a good time and then there was the obvious difference in him being a rapper and you being a singer, but in that moment your worlds met and complimented each other well. Jack would sit back with stars in his eyes when hearing you vocalize and give mini performances , you exchanged some personal stories from your pasts and Jack’s best friend and photographer was on stand by to capture all these little moments as they happened. 

“So how’s Kevin ?” Jack teased picking a slice of pizza from one of the boxes that had just been delivered. 

“His name is Kyle , Jack” You shot back taking the slice from his hand before he could get a bite and digging in. Jack licked his lips as he watched you devour his slice of pizza. 

“Maybe I deserve that” He reached for another slice. 

As the time started getting closer to wrapping up for the day you felt a bit sad. You couldn’t remember the last time you had this much fun recording and writing music with people around. You always felt most in your element when alone and writing about some of your saddest and vulnerable moments so to have a change of pace that involved fun lyrics and fun company acted well on your spirits. It was all thanks to Jack and his energy , it made you wish you had spent more time with him sooner. You loved how his mind worked , how he articulated his thoughts and ideas , his ease , confidence and humility. 

“You need a ride home?” Jack offered as the producers got their things together 

“I drove here I’ll be good” 

“Me and the guys are hitting the strip club , wanna  pull through?” 

“Strip club?” You arched a brow surprised Jack would think to invite you 

“Work hard , play hard “ he smirked offering you his hand. 

you gave his hand a weary look before biting your bottom lip and accepting his offer. Fuck being a public figure , fuck the fact that you were in some jeans and sneakers , you did not want your day with Jack to end. 

The strip club was even more fun than the studio session. You and Jack had settled in a more secluded section of the club while his mates moved around more freely. It was not your first time being in a strip club but something about the spontaneity of it all and having Jack there as your partner in crime made this particular visit more fun and intriguing. An array of colors from flashing led lights adorned the skin of the stripper currently on the pole at yours and Jack’s booth ,  her movement was super fluid and precise as she worked her way around the pole and You and Jack watched in admiration sitting next to one another. Your eyes would occasionally drift to your side to look at Jack. There was a change of song that prompted the stripper to get down from the pole and onto Jacks lap serving up all kinds of sensual and erotic movements and dances all while letting him feel her up. The woman was wearing nothing but her heels and neon pink thong with jewelry. As she went on you tried to distract yourself and pulled out your phone only to have the dancer make a way towards you after Jack had whispered to her to show you a good time. 

For the most part you were into it but when you looked over at Jack to see how amused he was you decided to turn things up a notch. The dancer was straddling you and you effortlessly initiated a kiss while caressing her exposed ass cheeks and moaning into her mouth. Amusement turned into arousal  as Jack adjusted in his seat and eyed the scene hungrily. His lust was evident but he still maintained a composure that was so attractive to you. 

“I could risk it all for you baby but I gotta job to do ?” The dancer whispered onto your lips before getting up and letting the next dancer keep you and Jack entertained. Eventually it was time to head home but Jack was not comfortable letting you drive yourself home alone , having had a few drinks and not just being a woman but being a well known public figure , it just did not feel right to him. Arrangements were made for your car to be driven by someone in Jacks camp but he would be the one to personally drive you home. 

“What a fucking day” You gazed out the window of the moving car wishing you could just roll it down but knowing you did not want to be spotted at this hour alone in a car with Jack Harlow.  “Haven’t let go like that in a long time “  you admitted somberly drawing imaginary shapes on the cold surface of the car window with your fingertips. Your voice was now hoarse from all the singing and partying. Jack was about to respond till he observed that you had drifted into a deep sleep in the passenger seat. 

The next morning you awoke to your boyfriend bringing you breakfast up to your room. You still had memory of the previous day’s events but getting home and getting in bed was a blur for you. 

“I was worried when I didn’t hear from you yesterday “ Kyle joined you on your bed. 

“Yeah it was a long day “ You avoided eye contact while accepting a cup of coffee from him. After enjoying your breakfast in bed with Kyle you left him in the bed to go shower. Upon your return you noticed Kyle was no longer laid up and relaxed as you had left him instead he sat on the edge of the bed , phone in hand. His body language was tense and signaled to you that something was wrong. 

“You okay?” You furrowed your brows in concern , your towel still wrapped around your body. 

“So I’m worried about not hearing from you yesterday but I stop myself from calling because I want you to have your space but you’re out having fun with your new buddy Jack Harlow”. He rotated the phone to face your direction revealing he was looking at pictures of the stripper kissing you while Jack watched. Your blood began to boil because you thought your privacy at that club was safe but clearly it wasn’t. This was not only bad because of Kyle’s reaction but you knew this meant it was spreading all over social media and sparking a string of stories around what your relationship with Jack was. 

“I see how this is bad , I don’t wanna take anything away from you by saying it’s not what you think because if roles were reversed I’d feel how you must be feeling right now and Kyle I love you , I really do but I’ve fucked up , I’m willing to admit that “ You stayed standing across the room , afraid to get close to him. 

“Did you fuck him?” Kyle’s jaw clenched at the question. 

“No , we’ve never even come close to that , we were just letting off steam at the club and that little moment happened , but there’s nothing more to the story , you have to believe me”

The situation was made worse by Jack’s caller ID appearing on your screen visible to Kyle he reached for it and shot you a look that caused you to shudder. 

“Should I leave so you can answer your man’s call ?” 

“Don’t be like that ?” 

“I’m going to leave before I say something I can’t take back” Kyle handed you your ringing phone and stormed off. You were left to decide whether or not you’d pick up. Moments after it stopped ringing a text came through. 

“Hey Y/n , I was calling to see if you are good after last night but looks like you’re busy. Just hit me so I know you’re okay”. 

You tossed your phone onto your bed and threw yourself onto it as well facedown ready to scream into a pillow. 

PART TWO :

 https://anothersylvia.tumblr.com/post/679521302077489152/im-not-afraid-to-cross-some-lines-jack-harlow

[leilaruby12]

I am Cherokee, I am not white nor black. My family sits back and watches these fights of whites and blacks. Little do they know that we had it worse. Skin alive are land token from us.. Does it bother us? No.. why? Because it was the past.

Not all white people are bad not all blacks are bad. Why hate one race when you can't pick how you are born.

White people getting there words took away from them? For what? Because they think it is all white people who done this??

Let me tell you a story passed down from my family. Africans sold there children for slavery. To a government system. Africans are still putting there 3 year olds under the ground to dig for the ingredients you put on your face.

Slavery is still there in Africa. Risking there little ones dying. A white boy very young was killed by a black because he was white.

There will always be hate in all race stop blaming everyone. Telling whites they cannot join in with the black because they are white? 🤦‍♀️ that be like us native Americans telling you all cannot live here because this was are land. Then what? Africans back home taking a chance of being in a family who puts there kids in danger to slave for them, or to be disowned by the whole group because they think you are a witch. Leaving there new born baby's and young children out to starve to death.

Whites there is many races of whites. We would not have a country where we all came together as a family. Blacks had more of a upper hand here already if a white person said the "n" word they are fired on the spot. However blacks can call them names? Same with us we got red skins... we got many names are we offended? Nope. Words are words that we created to be able to communicate. All race has been in slavery, kidnapped, so on.

The news is not honest with us people. Feeding us lies to watch us fall apart. If there is to many of us and to little of them how can they get rid of us? By making each and one of us turn against each other. They can't kill us but they can make us do it areselves.

Right now there is more racism on black sides. Blaming there whole race taking there life away? For what? Revenge.

Don't yall see what you are doing? Were not even in the fight and we see this? Why are yall letting this happen to you? Why is no one speaking out trying to make everyone realize we are one? There is only 1 race that is humans. We have never... saw so many people who let's themselves fall under this system that is created that has been plotted for centuries.

We have family friends of all race. Are Africa friends have said similar things. Trying to stop this divide. They think all of this is stupid. It is, but with there own race stands up for the white they are racist.. Tell me how does this make sense?

We are one, we are human, we are free, not everyone will like you nor can you force them, stand together we forgive the past. Standing together makes us stronger.

If this does not get removed, or i get shut down this will be a miracle. We are silenced by social media only to keep the fight going. They are not done with you all.

Please take this advice before it is to late. Open you're eyes. 🏞🐎

🙅‍♀️🙅🏻‍♀️🙅🏼‍♀️🙅🏽‍♀️🙅🏾‍♀️🙅🏿‍♀️🙅🙅🏻🙅🏼🙅🏽🙅🏾🙅🏿

[marinette-sky]

Incantation of the Heart

A/N: Hey guys! Its been awhile since I have posted any sort of writing or fanfiction here! I finally finished the first part to this ML magic au, and man let me tell you...this took forEVER! I got stuck on writing about clothing! Can you believe it?? But yeah, hope yall enjoy this!  (also, my ao3 is pamplemousses so check me out if you like what you read <3)

Summary: Marinette Dupain-Cheng was a village mage who had made a comfortable life with her magic shop, ‘Ladybug’s Spells and Potions’. However, her fairly repetitive life was thrown into a tumult when Adrien Agreste, also known as Adrien the Enchanter, abruptly settled in her village one sunny morning. 

And he just so happened to be her new neighbor and rival vendor. 

Now, Marinette was never very fond of change, but by the will of the gods if she was not overwhelmingly enamored with this one. 

Word Count: 3,519

Rating: M (well, right now, its a cool T/G rating, but future content will be M)

Marinette had been tending to her garden that sun-drenched afternoon when the Change occurred.

The entire day leading up to that exact moment in time had been pleasantly uniform---which is how she preferred it to be. Marinette Dupain-Cheng had woken up promptly before sunrise to prepare various brews and elixirs for impending customers, which took her exactly until the first rays of light seeped through the cottage windows. After a minimalistic breakfast of rosemary tea and blackberry scones, the mage busied herself with dusting the wall of grimoires taking up residence on one side of the shop.

As soon as that was done, she took to the task of arranging the herbs she laid out the night before into their designated parcels to place neatly in the vacant spots of their shelves. When she finally settled behind the shop counter, steady streams of clients were waiting for her.

Not to say that there was not the occasional hiccup in her otherwise repetitive lifestyle, because there definitely were. Still, this bump in her day-to-day schedule was of no ordinary caliber. Oh, no.

The change just so happened to be Adrien Agreste, notoriously known as Adrien the Enchanter.

And he just so happened to be her new neighbor and rival vendor.

Now, Marinette was never very fond of change, but by the will of the gods if she was not overwhelmingly enamored with this one.

Adrien stood across the gravel road in front of the now-sold establishment, surrounded by moving crates and helpers. Although it was a fairly warm fall day, he looked sophisticated in a cinched black waistcoat and tightly-fitted slacks, his white button-up rolled above his elbows. His hair stopped midway down his neck, and the way the sun caught on his honey-blonde locks made out as if he were wearing a halo.

Even from afar, and only viewing the back of his being, Adrien was evidently well-built like the gods harvested him from the Garden with the perfect bolline. It felt as if she was gazing upon the male incarnation of Aphrodite and his crown of falling stars.

And if she stared too long, Marinette knew the god before her would turn around and reveal his true, glittering form and steal her vision away.

Suddenly breathless at her own spinning thoughts, Marinette ripped her gaze away from the male and instead focused on the bolline she had been previously putting to use by digging little pockets in the dirt for her wolfsbane seeds. Wolfsbane only germinates in riposte to fresh snowmelt, which is why it’s best to plant them in the early fall so that when winter comes they will have had long enough to ruminate. The budding herb was particularly popular with her customers for its antidotal effects on many poisons and the curse of lycanthropy. Because the seed placement is such a tedious process, it is crucial for Marinette to pay special attention when she sows them.

She would simply have to introduce herself later.

Determined, the mage worked fervently to finish the task she had started, trying her hardest not to think about Adrien. Minutes passed fairly quickly when she got into the groove of things and a good half hour went by before the last seed was bedded and sprinkled with specially iced water. Marinette beamed with pride at her handiwork, settling back on her knees to admire the yard. On each side of the stone path that lead directly to the shop entrance lay her numerous gardening plots that extended until the divider from the shop next-door stopped them. Every plot was nicely aligned and labeled so that customers could peruse for specific ingredients with little difficulty.

Sighing in content, Marinette let her stare wander across the way where all the excitement had been earlier. All the moving crates had disappeared from the street and the helpers were nowhere to be seen. In fact, only Adrien himself remained…and was he looking at her?

With a jolt, she realized he was indeed peering at her with an expression she could not pin down from a distance. Like a firefly in a mason jar, she panicked and considered her possible routes of escape.

Alas, too little too late.

Now he was waving good naturedly at her, flashing a charming smile that could make any glacier melt from its warmth. Marinette refrained from swooning.

Now he was walking (or rather, striding) over the gravel road to greet her from where she was kneeled in her garden. Why couldn’t he have caught her in something more appealing than a dirty pinafore?

And now he was standing a breaths-width away from her, shadowed by the sun and hand extended for her to take graciously. Marinette could scarcely move for a few dizzying moments before coming to her senses and accepting his out-stretched appendage.  

“T-Thank you.” Marinette managed to mumble, hyper aware of how firm and balmy his grasp was. Though they had only just met, he was squeezing her hand like they were long-time friends.

Adrien just nodded courteously and revealed another blinding smile.

“Think nothing of it! I’m Adrien Agreste, the new charms merchant around here. Despite what the name of my shop says, I can assure you that it is only a sobriquet.” Marinette spared a glance to the sign above his shop, which read ‘Chat Noir’s Charms and Hexes’. The names itself piqued curiosity in the mage, but she decided to hold her tongue until they got introductions out of the way.

Besides being popular for the title Adrien the Enchanter and his skills, he was also quite known for being a restless spirit. Adrien moved from village to village, opening up shops under different names and leaving under no discernable circumstances. His father, Gabriel Agreste, was an extremely gifted warlock in the occult world with very deep pockets; it was assumed that’s where he got the resources and funding to hop from place to place with no debts to pay.

“O-Oh, uh, I already know who you are, since you’re kind of well-known in the occult world…” Marinette cringed at the comment and cleared her throat. “A-Anyways, my name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng and I’m the owner of ‘Ladybug’s Spells and Potions’.” She gestured vaguely to their surroundings, smiling to soothe the stiffness of her manner.  

“Lovely to be in your company, Marinette.” Adrien replied without missing a beat, much to her relief. He let the pleasantries hang in the air between them as he took a moment to look around. His eyes seemed to sparkle when he restored eye contact with her again. It made her heart skitter in her chest.

“Are you a witch, by chance?” He suddenly burst, leaning forward ever so slightly. This made Marinette grimace and look away.

The pedestal she had put Adrien on shrunk.

Witch.

The very term was borne from the slew of bad apples that plagued their history as magic users, as mages. To her kind, ‘witch’ intoned to the forbidden practice of dark arts and blood rituals as a way of getting tasks or jobs done. Although she had delved little interest in the history, to dabble in forsaken magic was implicit to entering Lucifer’s den. Once a mage sought out the Devils’ shadow magic, the natural power coursing through their veins became irreversibly tainted, much like a poison apple.  

But, as the old proverb proves, ‘one bad apple spoils the barrel’.

During the dark ages, witchery became popular and numerous covens were formed, forever tarnishing their kins’ reputation. Hell, Marinette had ancestors that were active participants and leaders of these covens. Disturbingly, Marinette had heard hushed whispers from her own parents about her grandmother being a savant in witchery—

She did not wish to further ponder the matter.

Marinette let out a tired sigh.

“Adrien, I know you did not mean any harm by it, but please do not refer to me as ‘witch’. I’m a mage.” She informed him seriously, and then added, “Actually, around here, I’m referred to as Marinette the Mage.”

Upon hearing this, Adrien’s face crumpled like dead leaves in the autumn breeze, smile drooping to an ashamed frown. What little skin he was showing paled, and color rushed to his cheeks.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to offend you, and on our very first meeting!” He hurried to amend his mistake, holding up his hands apologetically. “Please don’t think badly of me, it was my mistake!”

Adrien was so distressed that Marinette felt a twinge of regret in her heart. Just a twinge, though.

“It’s, uh, quite alright Adrien. Really, you didn’t know.” She soothed awkwardly, combing her hands through one of her pig-tails to keep her fidget-y hands busy.

“Are you sure? I just grew so excited; it has been far too long since I have made the acquaintance of someone of your kin.” Adrien gave her a nervous stare, lips parting as he leaned inwards. “As you know, magic users have become less and less of a common phenomenon from the lack of…breeding.”

Oh, gods.  

Momentarily strung by this, she mutely nodded.

He wasn’t wrong, seeing as many magic users become so caught up in their own powers they essentially wither into ill-socialized hermits, refusing to marry in fear of having to pass on any of their hoarded knowledge of magic to a heir.

“Y-Yes, I’m just surprised you forgot calling someone like me a ‘witch’ was offensive.” She giggled in good humor to assuage his discomfort. “Ah, perchance could be you’re too—”

Marinette caught herself before she could finish with ‘sheltered’. Gods, that was close. She would rather be stripped of her powers than ever say something so bold to his face, and in such a casually brazen manner too.

Adrien, jumping at the distraction, slanted his eyes curiously at her. A small smile dangled from his lips, but it was vastly different from the polite one he wore when he first greeted her. He couldn’t know, right? Marinette felt very warm all of a sudden.

“Too what?” Adrien asked coyly, cocking his head to the side in the most natural way possible. He gazed at her from beneath his eye lashes, batting them innocently.

Marinette had a sinking feeling that he knew what she alluded to.

Could enchanters gift themselves the power of telepathy?

Oh, gods, she was finished.  

“N-Nothing, forget it! I should probably take my leave, midday rush is about to start.” Her face flamed despite the chilly wind that gusted against them with impressive bravado. Adrien let out a short, harmonious laugh that Marinette knew would ring in her head the rest of the day.

“On that note, I should get back to my shop. I promised an old friend he could visit, maybe you know him?”

“Oh? Mayhap I do.” Marinette amiably replied, glancing at the sundial that lay nearby. They were really cutting it close.

Then again, Adrien Agreste was worth the fuss.

Adrien grinned devilishly. “Well, I guess I’ll have to invite you over next time he visits for you to find out. Bring a friend, too. I would love to get to know you more...”

He half turned away, and breathed her name like it was the most charming thing to have uttered at that moment, “…Marinette.”

And with that Adrien whisked himself from her sight like magic, leaving Marinette in a state of utter and total disarray.

No wonder he donned the title Adrien the Enchanter, because he had already cast an enchantment on her heart.

 Two weeks puttered by without incident and the Autumnal Equinox was almost upon Yoke Elm Village, much to the excitement of Marinette. The autumnal equinox was essentially the first day of fall, which was a big deal to the supernatural and superstitious residents of the village. To celebrate the ushering of a new season, a festival was being held in the town square that evening.

“Alya, hand me another bowl, I’m about finished with this one.” Marinette said as she grinded her incense mix of marigold, passionflower, and fern into the mortar. This was the last batch of ceremonial incense she needed to complete before they could pack all the sets onto her cart to sell before the festival began at sundown. Marinette had been handpicked to be a vendor for the special occasion, having been given the honor to make the traditional incense that would lighted for the sacred ritual that evening.

Unfortunately, Adrien had also been chosen to contribute to the festive event, being given the task of supplying harvest charms to all the farmers and horticulturists as part of the ritual.

In those two weeks of preparation for the event, both Marinette and Adrien had not seen hide or tail of each other (except for their run-in at their local sundry market, which is how they found out why the other had been so preoccupied).

It frustrated Marinette to no end.

It also frustrated Marinette to know that her close circle of friends was getting to know Adrien better during this time period without her.

Though, that was all by chance, of course.

Marinette met with Alya that same day and chattered happily about her intense infatuation with Adrien Agreste. Alya, excited and mystified by her best friend’s abrupt obsession with Adrien, hung onto to every detail. In fact, Alya went out of her way to meet Adrien after their talk. She caught him right as he was about to leave for a rendezvous with an “old pal from his adolescent years”, who turned out to be Alya’s boyfriend of two years running, Nino Lahiffe.

They all got along splendidly, from Alya’s recounting of their outings.

Pushing the thoughts from her head, the female sighed deeply and held out her hand for the next bowl.

“Mari, there are no more bowls to hand you.” Alya waved to the empty counter before them, “We’re done.”

Marinette raised an eyebrow at her friend’s plural suggestion.

“Pardon me, I mean you’re done.” Alya tossed her auburn hair behind her shoulder dramatically and carefully pushed off of the bench they were both occupying to avoid snagging her cape.

Alya had already donned her festival wear before venturing to Marinette’s cottage. She fronted a shimmery tan cape gown and a long, thin black cape tied around her shoulders. The tan fabric was layered with black lace from neck to floor, a small slit going up each side of the dress. A black corset belt sat snugly at her waistline, nearly hidden from view by the smooth tulle cloak that encased her figure. To top it all off, Alya had chosen to wear elbow-length gloves that matched indiscriminately with the corset belt.

Needless to say, she was alluring enough to earn the blessing of any grove faerie and harvest god that gazed upon her that evening.

“That’s what I thought.” Marinette let out an entertained laugh as she stood up to remove her work apron, feeling accomplished and relieved that the hard part of her work was done. All she had to do now was transfer all the incense to her cart and book it down to the festival.

Marinette and Alya quickly gathered up all the incense in their baskets and exited the mage’s work shed, which was located behind her shop. The work shed was usually where Marinette tinkered with her magic; inside, she had a work bench, a mixing cauldron, and a three tier shelf that contained all her most prized and precious spellbooks. Additionally, it was where she stored her market stall cart, but that had already been prepped with decorations and moved to the foyer of her home.

The duo entered the shop through the back entrance and hastily loaded all the incense onto the cart. With Alya’s help, the task was finished with plenty of time to spare. While Marinette was busy re-adjusting a frilly bow tied to the bar of the dolly, Alya pounced on her with unexpected vigor.

“What in the--” Marinette yelped, finding herself being steered by strong arms.

“Marinette, we need to get you ready!” Alya cooed as she forced her away from the foyer and towards the stairway on the other side of the shop. “You want to look good for your darling Adrien, right?”

“Erm, well—I wouldn’t call him that, but yes—,” The mage stuttered, affronted by the affectionate nickname.

“That’s what I assumed. Now, cease your henpecking ‘round the incense and go get dressed!” Alya did an impression of a crotchety woman, which caused Marinette to giggle. Alya took this as an opportunity spin her in the direction of her room, successfully tearing her away from the cart.

When the mage began to protest more, she winked playfully, revealing the coal powder dusted on her eyelids, “I’ll look after everything else while you’re away!”

“But—”

“No arguing! Come, come!”

Marinette pursed her lips in resignation as she was hustled up the stairs, the sudden activity causing the picture frames on the wall to tremble as they passed. Thankfully, none of the frames tumbled from their perches by the time Marinette reached the threshold of her bedroom, which was a wooden trapdoor embedded in the ceiling. Magical sigmas had been carved all around the frame of the door, meant to ward off any evil spirits and ill-intending creatures that bumped in the night while Marinette was slumbering.

At least, that was what Marinette told people.

She smiled to herself at the thought as she vanished into the ceiling, the trapdoor rattling as it sunk back into the frame.

 Less than half and hour went by before Marinette finally emerged from her chambers, taking great care not to snag her dress on any of the splintered wood railing as she descended the steps to her foyer. Once she reached the bottom, she practically flew into the adjoining room where Alya was, eager to show off her newest hand-crafted creation.

Alya looked her up and down, whistling appreciatively.

Marinette had decided to match the theme of her gown to the theme of the festival, hence her look being less revealing and more accurate to the history of the event. She had taken an A-line chemise and sewn it to a black, calf-length skirt to establish the dress silhouette. After a bit of needle magic, she turned the skirt into jumpskirt and proceeded to add tulle underneath the body of the gown to fluff it up (for extra measure, she added a silk lining under the tulle to keep it uniform). Marinette then embroidered an elaborate pattern of falling leaves onto the skirt, using magic thread to make the leaves change colors periodically. For the chemise top, she spelled the plain white color to shimmer under moonlight and made the shoulder-sleeves sheer. She also sewed a strip of lacy ruffles along the front buttons and along the collar, making the color outline of the ruffles a gradient of reds, oranges, greens, and browns. As a final touch, Marinette donned an underbust corset to complete the look. In addition, she wore black stockings and lace-up boots.

“What do you think? This one took me ages to finish, even with a bit of magic.” Marinette did a little twirl, lifting the skirt up in a mock curtsy. This made Alya giggle.

“It looks incredible! You look incredible! I just know Adrien will think so, too.” Alya circled Marinette, absently caressing the dress fabric in admiration. It really was an intricate gown, with all the patterns and magic done on fabric.

They both chatted excitedly about the dress for a minute or two more before deciding it was time to leave for the festival. Marinette and Alya hustled the cart out of the cottage door with little difficulty, although there was a bit of a fuss when Alya stubbed her toe on a cobblestone and cursed loud enough for passing festival-goers to throw them annoyed glances. Nonetheless, they both pushed the cart out onto the main road and began their trek towards the townsquare.

Before Marinette could completely leave, she remembered she had not closed up the shop. She rushed back to the cottage, telling Alya to continue on without her. Once she was well up the road and out of earshot, Marinette ducked herself back inside and called out to the shadows.

“Tikki! You can come out now, we have to go!”

A red blur darted out from the stairs and zipped right into her awaiting palm. Tikki yawned and stretched out her arm-like appendages, smiling sweetly up at her as Marinette tucked her into the pocket of the gown. As she was leaving, she swiped the black cloak hanging on the coat hook by the door. It had little embroidered ladybugs lining the edges of the cape and hood, as well as a gold clasp. The mage donned the cloak and swept outside, locking the door as she went.

Marinette fumbled in the midst of her rush to meet Alya, her mind on the weight in her pocket.

Ah, yes. Tikki was a secret she would take to the grave.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

I'm a bit embarrassed to ask this. Have you ever read a fic that, stylistically, it's beautiful, linguistically it's tight, and it's obvious the author poured their whole self into constructing the plot, crafting the world, and nailing down the characterizations, but... You just don't get it? Like, perhaps there's some insight you're missing, and it's almost there, you think maybe you're close to getting what the author is trying to portray, but you just can't make the connection necessary?

(Embarrassed nonny continued) You even reread to make sure you didn’t skip anything, but it’s like it just seems that something missing? Or that you’re the one missing something vital? So you go to the comments to see if anyone else is confused, but all you see are lovely, supportive compliments about how beautiful the story is (and it is), or how heartwrenching it is (usually so). But you seem to be the only one not getting it?

(Embarrassed nonny cont. again) Is it destructive to let the author know that I think a story is beautiful in it’s telling, but that I don’t quite understand it? I don’t want to offend the author, who has clearly worked very hard, and I appreciate them so much. But, I want to understand the story they’re telling, even if I’m the only one not getting it. If that even makes any sense. P.S.- thanks for always taking time to listen to fandom woes and fielding requests. You’re a champion! ❤

Hi Nonny!

First of all, there’s nothing for you to be embarrassed about! Stories are partly about authorial intent, and partly about reader interpretation; no two people will interpret a story the same, and no author SHOULD expect a reader to interpret their story exactly as the author intended. SHERLOCK is a perfect example of this (the writers SAY they meant it to be one thing and literally the ENTIRE FANDOM is divided on what’s actually being shown on screen), or if you want to be more classical, the works of Shakespeare as well.

In fact, Shakespeare is a perfect example of your problem: I love Shakespeare: it’s beautifully written, it sounds lovely to the ear, and it invokes imagery based on how someone interprets it. But I sure as heck have NO idea what I read until someone explained it to me, or how I SHOULD have interpreted it (which, is oxymoronic to my point, I know…). Only after I hear how someone else interpreted the work, I can then RE-READ a work and begin to understand what was meant by it, and then develop my own interpretations. 

I’ve read a few fics by a couple authors in this fandom where I LOVED their writing, but I had NO idea what was happening until I re-read the fics… it’s a reading comprehension thing with me, I’m sure (my brain tends to move a bit quicker than I can read and talk, and in turn it also tends to wander when my eyes aren’t going fast enough, LOL), but a lot of times, if I just read a fic a second time I can then grasp the words my brain omitted the first time and then really enjoy and love the fic. I hate that about me, but that’s how my brain works… Perhaps it may be the same with your brain? If a fic is well written and you enjoyed it but just had some comprehension issues, perhaps a second read-through will help you as it has done with me :)

So, now to answer your question: if after reading a fic, and you don’t understand it, is it okay to ask the authorial intent of the story? Unfortunately, there is no yes-or-no answer to this question, Lovely, as every author is different. Personally – and this is just for me speaking, and what I would do or what I would not mind if I were the author – I think it’s alright, so long as you are respectful to them! Dig around their user pages and you can often find ways to interact with the author outside of their fics, or information about whether or not they want to read criticism etc. on their stories. If an author doesn’t want any interaction, they’ll be very clear about it, but most authors have ways to get in touch with them, so to ME that’s a saying “hey, if you have any questions, here’s how to get a hold of me!”. 

If they have a Tumblr with asks turned on, you can even do it like you have done for me here; write exactly what you mentioned, just tweak a few things: Mention how much you love their prose and their storytelling, and you can really feel how much love they put into the story. You found it interesting, though you’re unclear on a few parts. Ask them kindly how they intended for an audience to read it. Many creators appreciate honesty when talking about their works, so just be honest and say that you didn’t understand something and wouldn’t mind a bit of clarification about something. They can’t fault you for not understanding something, and if they do, well… I find that rather ableist, in my opinion: That’s like telling someone with dyslexia to just stop mixing up letters, or someone who’s native language isn’t English to just learn one of the most complex languages in the world with so many structure rules that make no sense half the time…. *shrugs* It’s harsh of me to say, I am sorry about that, writers, but reading comprehension doesn’t come easily for everyone.

ANYWAY, back to my point: An author, so long as you are respectful (and maybe peppering in some compliments and praise never hurts either… a lot of us creative-types have praise kinks) and don’t throw a backhanded compliment (like don’t say: “Your work is so amazing! Though I think you should make it easier for people to understand it, your words are too complex”), they will be more than happy to write out their intent for the story. Let them know it’s YOU who’s not understanding (so, “I have trouble understanding this part” as opposed to “you should make this work easier to read for everyone”… make the onus on YOU). DON’T be demanding (like, don’t say something that can be interpreted as “it’s YOUR responsibility to cater to MY need to understand”), and be patient for a reply.

You can see why this isn’t an easy yes-or-no answer, LOL. 

Essentially, kindness begets kindness, and respect begets respect. And –  this isn’t an attack on you personally with regards to this ask, because I know my audience are adorably shy beans – it might be a show of good faith and intentions to stay off anon when you ask your question; it shows the author that you aren’t being malicious, just simply a smol bean who loves stories and want to learn more about theirs. BUT, it IS okay to stay on-anon if you are shy / worried about not the author but other people interpreting it the wrong way, just make sure you tailor your question to the author in a respectful way that it comes across as respect. Perhaps something like this:

Hi, [author]! I really love your story, [story title]! It’s well-written and I can really tell how much you love this story and how much soul you put into it. I just had a question for you with regards to [name concern here]. [state question here]. I have trouble sometimes with [reading comprehension, English/language, dyslexia, etc.], and I would love to know what your ideas and thought process was for [character, plot point, situation, etc.]. Understanding what the author intended really helps me enjoy the stories even more than I already did, and your thoughts would be really helpful for when I re-read your story! Thank you so much for your time, and thank you for blessing us with this beautiful story!

Or something like that, LOL. And if you genuinely aren’t a native-language speaker, let them know that it’s not your first language so you’re just honestly not grasping a colloquialism that’s common in English but not in, say, German. It’s more common than you think! I’ve had people ask me in private before about a phrase I’ve written or about how they should interpret a meta of mine; I’ve never taken insult upon it, and in fact I love helping people understand my work so that they can enjoy other peoples’ content in the future. 

As an additional thought I just had, I think a good example of fandom-understanding-authors is, actually, the @johnlockficclub; every couple months or so we read new stories, and then at the end of the story, we ask authors our questions about their intent of the stories, and in turn the author gets an interesting (I hope) insight into how various people interpreted their stories. Even during the live-chats leading up to the author q-and-a, we all see how we each interpreted certain sections of the chapters we read that week, and see various viewpoints we never considered. So I think that is a wonderful way to see authorial intent vs. reader interpretation, and as far as I know, all the authors we’ve “interviewed” loved just getting that kind of feedback for their stories. You should join in on at least the author interviews just to see how they go and give you some ideas on how an author will take feedback. It’s so fascinating to me!

Just a fun little anecdote that oftentimes, it is a positive experience for an author because most of them love to talk about their stories – their stories are their children, and they care deeply for them, because it’s a part of them, and it’s an expression of their love. They WANT you to understand and enjoy their work. It’s a cyclical thing: if you understand their children so you can love them too, then they will love their fanbase and will want to continue to write since they received feedback that was validating to them that they produce work that people enjoy and want to know more about. 

Finally, I’d love for some authors to weigh in on their thoughts about this; would you be offended if someone loved your story but would want your clarification on some things, or want to know how you intended for the audience to perceive it? Please let us know!

Sorry this answer was so long, but I hope it helps!

P.S. Aww, you’re far too kind, Nonny! me. XD

[feedimo]

This math equation is dividing the internet, and no one can agree on an answer

8 ÷ 2(2+2). Simple, right? WRONG. As someone who hasn't calculated anything more difficult than a restaurant tip in years, may I say that I can't believe we've made math trend on Twitter. You're all really gonna make me pull out my dusty TI-48 graphing calculator, huh. I'm really gonna have to dig through my post-grad brain like SpongeBob's memory files, burnt to a crisp, and calculate this equation. OK, I guess we're doing this. Pop quiz folks -- can you solve this controversial post?> oomfies solve this pic.twitter.com/0RO5zTJjKk> > -- em ♥︎ (@pjmdolI) July 28, 2019Pencils down. What answer did you get? 1 or 16? The real answer may surprise you: no one can decide conclusively. Pretty anticlimactic, huh? Here I was thinking that some dashing math majors would sweep in and put an end to the madness, but even they can't stop this viral fight now. > Wait... https://t.co/0xaE4dJuTz pic.twitter.com/9DwOQSzqq5> > -- LUZZZ (@celestiallight_) July 30, 2019> Anything other than 1 is absolutely wrong hth> > -- Alex⚓ (@ClassyXhakalaca) July 28, 2019> Brackets come first mate> > -- Toni (@GorgeousGio) July 28, 2019> i do parenthesis, multiplication, then division so i believe it's 1> > -- em ♥︎ (@pjmdolI) July 28, 2019> 1\. The amount of people saying 16 need to retake math > > -- JKOurEuphoria (@JungKookQueen97) July 28, 2019> took 3 calc classes, differential equations and linear algebra, it's 16 bro> > -- jake chyllenhaal (@corynhendrix) July 30, 2019> LMAO pic.twitter.com/rhNVsCUQN6> > -- LiberalTXDiva (@MzJayFord) July 31, 2019> pic.twitter.com/HBKLaoB5Fl> > -- laur♏️ (@lauram_williams) July 30, 2019> i have 2 math degrees it's 1> > -- laur♏️ (@lauram_williams) July 30, 2019SEE ALSO: A maths exam asked students to count calories in a woman's meal. Here's why that's a problem.> IM SICK OF YALL pic.twitter.com/lCE1F1qg7b> > -- como siempre (@skylarrousse) July 30, 2019The answer actually lies in the way you go about solving it, and that depends on where in the world you learned math. If you use the PEMDAS method, the order of the equation is Parenthesis, Exponents, Multiplication, Division, Addition, Subtraction. But if you were raised on the BODMAS method, then the order is Brackets, Orders, Division, Multiplication, Addition, Subtraction. So technically, both are the right answers! Boo, that's no fun. As a millennial with pre-new math education, my conclusive answer is 1. But who am I to talk, I'm just a writer -- let's hear what the experts have to say. > since part of the world teaches PEMDAS and part teaches BODMAS algebra can be quite confusing at times pic.twitter.com/UaXSPMwvYJ> > -- Mark Bott (@questionablmark) July 30, 2019> You need to see the how bracket is created.

source https://feedimo.com/story/63980567

[destielfanfic]

Group Ask #163

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Ask #1 ( @huffle-pride​ ): there’s this fic…#1

There's this fic I read a while back...I've dug through all the tags I thought would be relevant and can't find it, so I'm hoping you can help. Lilith captures Cas and performs a demon making ritual on him, twisting his grace. It manifests in the hand print on Dean too, turning it black, and they hide in the Garden in Heaven for a while?

Thank you for digging through the tags! Let’s see if our followers can help

Found by @anupalya and @alisajbrown : 

Demonised by snarkywoman on livejournal

Ask #2 ( @gloryegore ): there’s this fic…#2

So, Hey! I was wondering if you can find a fic that i lost long ago.I don't even remember the site!!! But it was basically: Mary and John wanted to have a daughter and decided to adopt. But they find a 5yo Castiel and took him to be the third Winchester brother. At the beginning everything is fine, but then Mary dies and John left the boys to travel.Sam and Dean start to have relationship w/ Cas and he's a angel. I think it was on Livejournal and it was Wincestiel w/ Secretangel Cas

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Ask #3 ( @112275428 ): there’s this fic…#3

Hi I'm looking for a fic saw on lj once. I think it was a sentinel/guide AU or hunter and guide AU. They went to this training school run by Ellen I think but that wasn't a major focus of the fic. I remember this specific scene where Cas confronts Dean because Dean has apparently been telling people not to court Cas and this specific guy's name was Patrick and I think Patrick was a witch. Sorry its not much to go off of. Thanks!

Found by @justanearth-boundmisfit:

Sensor and Guardian [not rated, 6700 word count] Dean and Castiel meet at a school for supernatural creatures and soon, their lives are entwined forever.

Ask #4 ( @crimincisminds): there’s this fic…#4

Hi! I've been looking for a fanfic and cant seem to find it (idk if its deleted and thats the reason), i was wondering if you could help me out? it was a pretty long one shot post 4x22 with sam and dean gathering everyone up to bobby's place..? i think at the end dean and lucifer face off, but i remember everyone being suspicious of sam for a big. It was somewhat divided into parts and Cas&Chuck were separated from the group for the first bit of it. (I love your blog btw!!)

Ask #5 ( @spn-wayward-destiel ): there’s this fic…#5

Umm do you know that A/B/O fic where AlphaCop!Dean goes checks a robbery at a... salon?? (Can't remember) in which Omega!Cas works at. They meet and is like love at first sniff ( 'cause of scents 😃 ) and the robber is a fellow coworker of Dean's in the police department. I'll be forever grateful if you can find it, even if don't. 😊

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Ask #6 ( @dannidoo ): there’s this fic…#6

Help! I'm going absolutely crazy! I've been searching for this one fic I read a long time ago for hours and I've tried everything I can think of, and still no luck. The problem is that I don't remember much about it, like name or website, but here's what I do remember: It's a sort porn fic and it's about cas using his grace to make dean come from across the room. Cas and sam are researching something, and Dean is bored and obnoxious, on the motel bed. I think it's a first time fic also! Thanks!

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Found by @violue: 

From Across the Room [NC-17, 3200 word count] Cas discovers a new way of keeping Dean quiet.

Ask #7 ( @bluelinklover98 ): there’s this fic…#7

Hi! I um.. Ive been a part of the fandom for a while and, well, i read a fanfic once about cas being a russian assassin, dean was a cop. And gabriel was a hacker. But i had forgotten to bookmark it and now i cant find it anywhere! I dont remember much about it other then they were in a warehouse and cas visited dean in the hospital(i think) oh! There was a part where gabe used his computer to pour water on cas, anyway, if yall could help id greatly appreciate it ^-^;

Note - after we suggested   Show Me How to Love (And I’ll Show You How to Live), OP answered with “ Thats not the one, but it looks interesting! I think the one im looking for only has one page. “

Ask #8 ( @themashingpumpkins ): lost fic…#8

(hope this is okay to ask! i read your faq and couldn't find anything on it) i was reading a supernatural highschool au a couple years ago and about a year ago i'd realized it had been deleted from ao3. it was called "Speak No Evil", and i've found the first four chapters on wattpad but other than that i've got nothing. i just wondered if anyone knows this fic or has it archived? it was my favorite and i had read it so many times! thanks for any help/tips (-:

Ask #9 (@casnovakwinters): lost fic ... #9

Hey I was wondering if you've heard of a fic called Good Weather for Airstrikes? I think it's a destiel fic I've been looking for for ages but can't find. I would appreciate any help if possible. Thank you!!

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Most Bizarre League of Legends Puns of 2018

When it comes to coming up with jokes and puns, League of Legends players cannot be outclassed by anyone. There are lots of different types of puns out there especially, so we have gone through the internet with a fine-toothed comb to find the most bizarre, the funniest and the best. These are definitely not the only puns out there for LOL. There are enough of them that you could fill up an entire series of encyclopedias and still need more room.

But these are definitely some of the best ones out there. We’ve also divided them up into eight different categories so that you can choose the ones that you like the best. Some of these are great, some of them are so bad they’re good, but they are all worth reading. Let’s get started.

When Forum Users Are Asked for League of Legends Puns

The first category that we’ve chosen is simply the one showcasing the responses that come when League of Legends players are asked to come up with puns. There are quite a few that have been bandied around the internet for a long time, but what is surprising is that many users are able to come up with some of the funniest puns out there right on the fly.

Part of that is being inspired by the post above you, but some of them are so truly original that all you can do is upvote the post and laugh to yourself. Here is exactly what happens when LOL players are asked to post their best puns in a forum.

I could tell you a zilean of them but I could not be bothered

I’m sure Ziggs would have a blast making some dynamite puns on this thread. Surprised this thread hasn’t exploded with more replies!

Jarvan puns would be Exemplar-y.

Urgot to be kidding me, these jokes are Tibbersable. Half of them are Ireliavent.

C’MON post more!!!!!!!!!!!! I don’t want to have posted this thread in vayne.

I don’t Evelyn know what to post…

Dat Ashe

Need to post it in my new twitcher account

My brain Ziggs and Zaggs trying to think of more. I’ve come to think that coming up with a good one is just Lux. Post more pl0x!

Well i think im pretty VIKTORious when thinking up lol puns

Fizz decided to take mid-lane for the halibut.

Yall can follow this horrible thread to your graves

Knock knock. Udyr?

Volibear: Hmm… You might be expecting some un-bear-able pun. I’m going to tear the enemy apart with my bear hands!

Karma is a *****.

Wow let me Ashe you guys a question; what kind of twist of fate put us all here ? Is there Annie answer for that question?

Go Diana fire.

If I post in this thread while in my car, does it could as texting while Draven?

Oh, god why Zyra want to communicate with me using a thornmail im gonna leaf her alone

Kayle yourself.Go Diana hole.This thread isnt really Nasus ary.

We Kennen this right now.

I managed to get away with it though, so at least my efforts weren’t in Vayne.

Alright, this is getting Downright Darius, so I’m gonna leave. (Your leaver status has risen to 1)

The Chinese was A.K.A. Li.

An enemy has been sWain.

Viktor-y.

Gankplank.

Masteryies.

Jokes? I got a Zilean of them!

Urgot to be kidding me!

Annieways, let’s start!

Hey, Anniebody home?

Could i ashe you a question?

TIME to win the Euro Zileans!

Stupid people! They are Phreaking me out, man!

Sivir me Tibbers!

You ** Ashe hole!

I wish you good Lux.

This will work, i Garen-tee!

That TANK will RAMM-US!

This left me SIVIRly disappointed.

Well, that was a nice Twist of Fate.

Annie is pretty hot.

Ashe is cool, but Kayle is divine.

Irelia don’t know what you’re talking about…

Pfft, Lee sin to reason.

Ryze and shine.

Your digging your own Graves.

Udyr challenge me?

Seems like bad Miss Fortune to me.

Dont get Corki.

Cho´gath! Eat my Fizz.

I Garen-tee that you will lose.

All hail the glorious Chairman Maokai.

Man i miss-clicked becouse of thar Twitch.

Maan, you could hear that Ziggsplosion from miles.

I-realy need a nerf mor my W.

Want to get out of elo hell? You gotta Ryze to the occasion.

how do you Darius that computer when I’m not home?

Sona we are doing these puns again…

Vi must stop with the puns!

Long-Form League Puns

Most of the puns out there are really short one-liners. But then we came across people that really must have thought about the puns that they were going to create and then worked to turn all of the puns that they came up with into a coherent paragraph. That was extremely impressive, and it took a great deal of work, so we thought that they deserved their own category.

That’s why we have listed these long-form puns below, so that you can appreciate them in all of their glory – as well as their corniness – by themselves. These are truly the best of the long-form puns. Whoever came up with these should be proud of their work, and if you search for them, you will be able to find the original posts yourself.

Okay… Are you guys for ez-real? This has been done to death, and I Garen-tee that Annie of the puns Urgot have already been used. I mean, there’s a Zilean possibilities, and I’m not just triforcing to get a Ryze out of you, I’m being sincere. Stop with the puns. They’re lane.

This is really lane. Some of you champs needs to Ryze to the occasion. Anivia would have thought this thread would be reborn again. Seriously Brolafs? I feel like I’m going to go berserk if I don’t see some more puns here. I never Everlynn would have thought my hate would have spiked towards you guys like this. It just makes me twitch. I think I’m done with this post, before my endless rage ignited again, I need someone to come stand united with me. I think we’re all on the same team fights here. Bye!!!

But on the other hand, I asked my girlfriend and she said Shyvana keep on making up LoL puns. She thinks they’re a Riot. I swear, she has a Renekton of them. Speaking of my girl, she’s more of just a friend. Our parents just tried to Rammus together. (She’s a Phreak sometimes though, if you know what i mean) But i still Twitch when i think of her in Amumu. Enough of her though. That was irrEvelynnt.

I accidentally Draven to an old lady crossing the street today. But killing is a BIG Nunu, so THERE’s some bad Karma for you. I was scared so i took the body to a river (I didn’t want her to Ryze from the dead)

I Garentee these puns are not funny, I heard a Zilean of them but I always Zed they aren’t funny, in fact, it Lux like they are Aatroxiously not funny. They are Anniething but new, so atleast please make Brand new funny jokes or Elise people will downvote you

LOL Puns So Bad They’re Good

While compiling the puns for this article, we came across lots of bad ones. Some were just bad so they were chucked out, while others were so bad that we couldn’t bear to discard them. They are like some old horror movies – they are so awful, so terribly bad that they are actually good. It is a fine line when something surpasses that mark, but just take a look at these and see if you don’t agree that they need their own cult following.

These so-bad-they-are-good puns are going to make you groan, but you will also remember them later and hopefully, if we have done our job well, they will elicit a chuckle, even against your own better judgment.

I hate Vladimir, he really sucks…

i wouldnt mind these threads if the puns were at least thresh.

OMG that pentakill was Kata-strophic!

I told you not to steal that blue from our AP carry, and now you got killed, it was all bad Karma.

What’s the holdup? Why Ahri waiting?

I ain’t ‘Cho b***h!

Annie’d blue!

Put on some pants. I can see your Ashe.

They need to rename Brand to “Bland”…

Elise you get an assist..

Sometimes I wish this game Ezreal

All this hype is turning out to Fizz!

He needs a Graves because I just destroyed him!

Irelia think this is a bad idea.

Top Ten League of Legends Puns

Okay, so there had to be a best of category. There are a lot of puns out there, and it is really difficult to narrow the thousands that we went through to find the best. However, these are the top ten of the League of Legends puns that we could find on the internet.

You may not agree that these are the best ever (and it is quite possible that there are many that we failed to unearth in our research) but you will almost certainly agree that they are among the best and that they deserve their own category here.

These are the top League of Legends puns, which encompass the really clever, the original and the simply so-true-they-are-funny categories. Let’s take a look at the top ten.

Malphite is once stoned again.

If you’re going to put a blind person in charge of your lottery like Lee Sin you’re going to Miss Fortune.

Teemo and Cho’Gath walk into a bar.. only one of them got hit.

Q: What do you call a Bronze team with Dr. Mundo, Nurse Akali, Surgeon Shen, Kennen M.D., and Soraka? A: Doctors Without Borders.

They should make a League of Legends Broadway show about “Playing Under No Sight” (PUNS). It’d be a play on wards.

If Quinn kills Lucian, is it a hate crime or is it fowl play?

A guy playing top lane, hit 7/7/7; announced in all chat he’d hit the jaxpot.

If I ever achieve 0/0/7 on a support, I steal the next kill. If I get called out on it, I respond ‘license to kill’.

U Vlad bro?

Example of OP Shaco: JAX in the box.

Hilarious Puns from LOL

Sometimes, puns just make you laugh out loud. This is a highly subjective matter, because what is funny (or punny) to one person, might not be to another. So, these might not be as hilarious for you as they were for us. But if you can relate to them, then we’ll bet that they are going to make you laugh out loud as well. Sometimes, the most hilarious ones were the ones that you least expected, and that’s part of what is included here.

But sometimes, it was originality, or a twist on an old pun that was extremely clever. In any case, they are all terrific puns that deserve to be showcased. There aren’t very many of them, because most of the best ones from this category were placed into the top ten instead. Enjoy the few that are here though because they are great too.

Teammate intercepts Caitlyn’s ult right before it hits you, your reaction: “TANK you!”

Undead scientist: SION-tist.

So, there I was eating chicken and Ryze. But it was disgusting, so i threw it in the Thresh.

LOL Puns Straight from the Champion’s Mouth

What about puns that come straight from the champion’s mouths themselves? We found a few of those and they were really funny. They might have been just as funny if someone had else been saying them as well, but the fact that you could imagine your champion saying them was what really distinguished them from the pack. With some champions, you know their personalities so well that you simply can imagine them saying such a terribly funny thing or making a terrific pun.

The creators of these puns knew those champions as well as you and us do, and that’s why we have put them into their own category. These puns are all straight from the mouth of the champion that they are about or are referring to in some way.

Ryze: “Take this scroll and stick it… somewhere safe”

Karthus talking with Anivia: “Do you… feel a chill?”

The mighty Ymir once said: “2 Mushrooms sit in a closet. One tells the other: “There’s not mushroom in here”

Master Yi: “Wuju pass me that potion?”

Rammus: “OK.”

Vayne: “Evil Lux around every corner.”

LeBlanc: “Lux can be deceiving.”

Zilean: “Your TIME has come.”

Garen: “Shut up, we’re losing TIME now….”

Do you even Rift bro? -Kassadin

League Puns in Terrible Taste

Okay, so the fact is, there are some League of Legends jokes out there that are really in terrible taste. For example, there is a joke about Americans not being very good at LOL because they cannot defend their towers. That joke is still unfunny to most Americans so we have not showcased it here. We have also decided to skip the ones that glorify awful things like rape. You might be surprised how many of the puns out there in terrible taste that we simply decided to skip.

But there are also puns that are in terrible taste that are still pretty funny. We think that those puns deserve to be recognized, but that they should come with a warning label so that everyone knows what to expect before they read them. That’s why they have been placed here into their own category.

If you’re swapping main champions; never go from Ashe to Malph.

Why does no one like Annie lategame? Because she’s 18.

Q: What do you call a toxic Thresh that just whiffed his ult? A: A dick in The Box.

Q & A League of Legend Punnery

Finally, we have a category of puns that are sort of Q and A jokes. Most of the good Q & A jokes we came across were included in another chapter of this book. So, we didn’t find very many that were worth including here in this category. However, there were a few and they definitely deserve to be recognized for their originality and hilarity.

These are not usually classified as puns, since they are mostly in joke format, but the pun was there in each of them. Let’s take a look at some of the Q & A puns that we found.

Q: How do you know Alistar is dyslexic?

A: He always goes oom!

What do you do to a toxic Zyra? Repot them.

Q: What do you say when you unintentionally outplay your opponent as Zyra?

A: All plant.

Q: How long does it take to save up enough money for Locket?

A: Aegis

Q: What is the Undead Juggernaut’s religion?

A: Siontology

Q: What do you call it when renekton rushes a chain vest?

A: An In-vest-igator!