We are petulant children. We steal from Mother. We steal and steal and steal our whole lives. And then, even in death, we steal again. We put our bodies in boxes made of wood and made of stone.
Foolish children. Mother will take back what's hers. She will take the wood, she will take the stone, and she will take back what we've stolen.
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-- Come with me. I know you want to. You called me, after all.. So here I am, for you.
-- I... I'm sorry... but no. I don't think I want to go anymore.
-- Are you sure? That place I'll take you to is so nice! Definitely better than this...
-- I think I want to stay. Yes, I'm not going. Not today.
-- OK then, guess I'll see you later. Bye, for now.
~~~~~~
-- Here I am again. Are we going this time?
-- I... I don't know, I...
-- Come now, aren't you miserable, stuck in this place? Why suffer? We'll go somewhere so much better! It's gonna be good, you'll feel better, I promise...
*door bell rings*
-- Ignore that. Let us just go.
*someone bangs on the door, yells your name from outside*
-- No, I think... I think it's my friend, I need to answer that...
-- YOU called me, remember? And now you cancel on me like that.
-- I'm sorry, I've got to go.
-- Oh, well... Guess I'm leaving, alone, again. Till next time.
~~~~~~~
-- Why are you here? I didn't call you...
-- Yes you did.
-- No! I wasn't myself, I was drunk, I didn't mean it...
-- Didn't you though? Are you certain, really certain you don't want to go? Look at this place, there's nothing but pain and misery here... It's empty, you have nothing left. No one to come to you when you call... Only I always come, for you. You just suffer, you're not happy here, so why stay? Come with me.
-- NO! I know this place is bleak, I know I'm not happy, but I also now know that I can be. I know it can get better. I WANT it to get better, and I know what to do now to make it better. And I do have someone to go to, people who are always there for me, because it's their job to help. And they are helping, teaching me how this place can be better, helping me to become stronger. So no, I WON'T come with you, not today!!!
-- I see. I understand. And I can certainly take "no" for an answer, I'm not some monster. We will meet again, though. You can't avoid me forever.
~~~~~~~
-- Hello, my dear. It's been so long!
-- Hello, old friend. Yes, it's been many decades... But I'm guessing it's about time, huh? Can't keep standing you up, would not be very polite, would it? I'm joking. I understand that I don't have a choice, not this time. But that's OK. I'm ready this time. I've had a long life... Not all of it was happy, certainly wasn't in the very beginning, but it did get better. So much better! If I'd left with you, I would never had known - how much joy and happiness waits ahead. So forgive me our back and forth, in those early years... I hope you understand, as I understand now, why I HAD to say no to you.
-- There's nothing to forgive, my dear. I'm glad it was worth it. Glad you had a full, happy life. But yes, it's time.
-- You said you'd take me to a better place, where there's no suffering and no misery, just peace and light, eternal... Is it still true, is this where we're going now?
-- It is. Come, child, do not be afraid. Your journey in this world is over, let us go to the next one.
It made it harder to envelop Alec in his arms, that ridiculously wide and long back to his own narrow chest. He wanted to cocoon that tall lean frame with his body, protecting from every and any danger and pain of the world outside their warm cozy quiet nest of a bedroom... to lie there, listening to nothing but soft slow breathing coming from two languid bodies, satisfyed and content...
Well, at least they had Parker to cover the gaps - between the two of them, Alec was shielded fully, safe and loved. But still...
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Haha, so I’ve been saying I’m going to write something like this forever, and then yesterday my housemate found that someone beat me to it.
Required reading, friends! So you don’t screw it up if you’re writing fanfic – and so you can suffer along with me if you’re reading it.
My contribution to the smut talk behind the cut. XD (And also one of my Craig-writing friend’s finest moments.) So strap in for –
As a Dungeon Master I nearly scrolled past this before my brain kicked my own ass and reminded me that I have tried looking up 'Blue Gemstones' at LEAST a dozen times in the last six months and never found anything this helpful.
A telepath tries to work as a bartender - they can read what each customer wants before they order. Except their memory is shit and they keep mixing up orders. It confuses the hell out of already grim lethargic customers, who keep getting random drinks they didn't ask for, until one of them sees the drink they did want in front of another patron who looks at it confused and unsatisfied. They slide over and ask "are you actually going to drink that" and other patron passes it over. First one ask "anybody want my drink" and it kicks off a chain reaction of drink swaps, prompting everyone to interact with each other and strike up conversations and hang out together.
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Kid Sammy jokingly saying "ok, mom" at Dean, and Dean flipping out, furious, full on blowing the gasket. Sam can't remember what the argument even was, but remembers from now on to never ever say that to Dean again.
Kid Sammy screaming an angry "you're not dad!" at Dean, expecting equally angry retort, but instead Dean goes quiet, looking a little lost and kinda hurt. He forgets what he was angry about in the first place, but Dean's expression burns itself into his memory.
Reblog this if you would not only accept, but welcome fan art, moodboards, etc. of your fics
All of these used to be so common for people to show their appreciation of different fics and authors, and I think it’s a shame people don’t do it anymore. I love seeing fan work for my fics!!
I would cry tears of joy if this happened to me. Literally, I would get a dopamine hit every time I looked at it. I would save it on my phone so I could look at it any time I wanted.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: General Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV)
Relationship: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinard
Characters: Tommy Kinard Evan "Buck" Buckley Christopher Diaz Eddie Diaz
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort
Summary:
a little tie-in to season 7 finale
Buck says Cap is going to be alright, but Tommy senses that something else has happened in these two days that's bothering Buck. He hates seeing Buck like this and wants to help, so he presses for answers. Buck says it's about Eddie.
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- So maybe we both have daddy issues.
- I don't.
- But you think I do.
- God, I hope so.
The moment words left his mouth Tommy regretted it.
"God, why did I just say that? He's gonna think it's weird, or gross, or... He's barely gay, he's innocent, he's nowhere near ready for that kind of..."
- So, is the food OK?
- What? Oh, yeah, no, it's great. Everything is delicious, Evan, thank you.
Buck is smiling, but it's doesn't quite reach his eyes.
"Great! Now he's uncomfortable, and it's all your fault, you idiot!" For the rest of the dinner it's awkward, Buck is being hospitable but something is off and it's palatable.
They finish eating, clean up and move to living area. Once they land on the couch, Tommy decides that it's pointless to pretend and it will be better to just bite the bullet.
- Evan, look, about my remark earlier... the whole "daddy issues" innuendo... I shouldn't have done that, it's clearly made you uncomfortable and I'm sorry. I get that it's all still very new to you and I sometimes do or say things that make you feel...
- What? What are you talking about? Innuendo... I don't... Tommy, no. You didn't make me uncomfortable, why would you think that?
- If it's not that, then what? I can see you're clearly bothered by something. I mean, Bobby is fine, he's going to be OK, you got nothing to worry about. Unless... is there something else you're not telling me?
There it is - that deer-in the-headlight look. Tommy's insides make a flip, and Evan not saying anything for a few minutes doesn't help matters at all. Finally, Buck speaks.
- Look, I can't tell you everything... It's about Eddie, and it will be best if you talk about it with him.
"Eddie? What's he talking about? Did Eddie say something to Evan about me? I though he was OK with us dating. What's happening?"
- Evan, please... You're starting to really make me worry here. Did Eddie say something about us?...
- What? No, no, Tommy, no, it's not that! It's... I know you have more questions, but I don't think it's my place to tell you... Unless Eddie gives me permission.
- OK, I hear you. I don't like it, but I get it. We'll talk about it when we can.
~~~~~~~
Next time they see each other is when Buck shows up at his doorstep in the middle of the night.
He looks awful. He mumbles something about being in the area, and Tommy just pulls Buck inside and beelines them both for the couch.
- OK, Evan, spill. I can clearly see that something big is going on with you. Talk to me, baby, please.
- Look, all I can say is that something happened and as a result Christopher is very angry with Eddie. He asked Eddie's parents to take him to live with them in Texas.
"What the hell?! How, why... Christopher loves his dad, and that boy is Eddie's whole world, his heart... What could possibly have happened that Chris would run away like that? I mean, it's gotta be something really, really bad..."
Tommy's frantic train of thought is interrupted the moment he looks up at Buck. Shoulders slumped, hanged head, wriggling hands... When Evan speaks again, it's fast, words tripping over each other, voice trembling.
- Look, I know he's not my kid, not really... Still, I hate this! I hate that he's a thousand miles away, that he's hurting, and I can't be there and I can't hold him and I can't... I know I'm not his dad, but every cell in my body is screaming that I gotta do something! That I shouldn't be away from him, that he needs me, that... that...
- Pretty sure that's how a dad feels. A good one, anyway. And you're a good one.
This sucks. Evan's heart is breaking right in front of him and so does his own, in tune. It's all Tommy can do to cover those wriggling hands with his own. And hope to god that feeling the strength of his grasp and hearing conviction in his voice will be enough to at least take the edge off the pain no parent should ever feel.
- Evan, look at me. Christopher is your kid. Nothing, and I mean nothing will ever change that. That boy loves you. Trust me, I've seen it. Hell, you'll need to bу blind deaf and dumb to not see how much the two of you love each other.
Buck is looking up at him, and it's almost overwhelming how much raw emotion is in those beautiful wide open eyes... how much pain, and fear, and anguish...
"It's not fair! Such a beautiful, loving, kind, amazing human doesn't deserve suffering. And there's was so, so much suffering in your life already... I wish I could stop it, I wish I could make it all go away! My job is to save people, but how do you save a person from this?"
- He left! He's gone, Tommy, he left..
"..you. People keep doing that - leave you."
- Christopher is not gone. You're a family. You'll always be a family. Miles or no miles. You'll see each other again, you'll get to hold him again. Hell, I'll fly you to him myself if I have to! He's not going anywhere.
"And neither am I. Ever. No way I'm adding my name to that too long of a list. I love you too much for that."
Tommy feels the body next to him starting to relax, face expression softened. He lets go of Buck's hands only to envelope him in a bear hug and squeeze as tight as he can. He might be hearing some muffled quiet sobs and his shirt might be getting a little dump where face is buried in the crook of his neck. Tommy doesn't mind. He'll sit here and hold this man as long as he needs him too. No place else he'd rather be.
He doesn't know how much time passes, doesn't really care. Having his man in his arms is definitely something he wouldn't mind doing for eternity. Because here in his arm Evan is safe. Here, the world can't touch him, can't hurt him. So when Buck finally stirs and gently pulls away, Tommy actually feels disappointed. This time when that beautiful face turns to look up at him, there's that little adorable smile and tiny sparkles in bright eyes that never fail to turn Tommy's insides into mush.
- Would you really fly me to Texas?
- Pick a day, Evan. Kinard airline is at your service.
When that tiny smile turns into wide bright happy grin it's all Tommy could do to lean down and drink in the joy by pressing those soft red lips to his own.
So what if Oliver is a grown man, big and strong, actual superhero - Clark knows all that, first hand. Still, there will be moments - when he goes quiet, gaze loses focus, mind goes wondering... chasing ghosts. And Clark notices his face change, those muscles tense, looks into unseeing deep dark eyes - and what he sees there makes him want so badly to just grab that man and fold him into tight embrace, use that ridiculously big frame of his to shield the smaller one from the world, from anything and everything bad, from ghost - past, present and future... Fly him away, to a place where nothing and no one could ever hurt him ever again.
If he could, he would, in a heartbeat. And if he can't, he damn sure keeps trying to get close enough. To chase away those ghosts, with words, with touch, with silent reassuring presence - whatever Oliver needs. He doesn't even need to ask. Clark will always be there.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: Mature
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: polyamory
Fandom: Smallville
Relationships: Clark Kent/Lois Lane/Oliver Queen/Chloe Sullivan
Summary:
When you live a life of superhero, danger and death closely follow. It's nothing new to all four of them, but it hits different now that they are wearing each other's rings. They said at the alter "till death do us part", what happens when that promise comes painfully close to fulfilling?