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CBBC Newsround:
Author Malorie Blackman has just been confirmed as one of the writers for the next series of Doctor Who
The former Children’s Laureate has written over 60 books for children and young adults including the Noughts and Crosses series of novels, and her book Pig-Heart Boy.
Malorie says: “I’ve always loved Doctor Who. Getting the chance to write for this series has definitely been a dream come true.”
She’s the first black writer to ever write for the show.
Chapter one
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Summary: (Loki x Reader, Third POV, Loki centered). Punished for his crimes against Midgard, Loki is given into Thor’s custody who brings him to the Avengers because he has a mission on his own. Loki’s lips are sewn shut and he doesn’t want to have the threads removed, harboring a secret only Thor knows. The Avengers on their turn have a new team member. Beautiful, mysterious and very deadly, and she doesn’t take any shit from the God of Mischief, but slowly Loki starts to realize he is not the only one with a secret, and Helheim be damned if he doesn’t figure out what her secret is so he can use it, or her, to his own advance.
Warnings: Loki’s lips are sewn shut, Loki is a little shit, he will get what he want and he is a mess. Violence, (mentions of) torture and (hardly worth mentioning) implications of smut. Thor doesn’t understand him and is a brute. And this all is topped of with a shitload of Angst!
Words: 2859
A/N: What started as an idea for a little one-shot ended up in a 12 chapter fic in just a matter of days, and I regret nothing! I so much enjoyed writing this that I’m already planning a part two (and three and four) and (I think) that by the time the last chapter of this fic is posted, the new one will be ready. Of course I have a certain trademark and this fic is not short of a ton of angst, action and some horror-elements. The idea was to make it a 3th POV Loki x Reader but it ended up way more Loki-centred and from his POV along the way, and yet again, I regret nothing. Enjoy reading (and crying) this and please leave behind some comments on what you think of this because I’m very curious!
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Thor took off Loki’s muzzle and a gasp went through the room, faces awestruck. Bruce was the first one to make a move, stepping towards the God of Lies.
Loki took a step back while putting his index finger in the air, rattling the chains around his wrists with the movement, and his eyes shooting daggers at Bruce.
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Summary: The mobster King holds a valuable secret that none has ever lived to talk about.
Word Count: 1K
Warnings: mobster talk, fluff, bakeries, sauve bucky
You’ve only seen the man in the winter. He was hardly ever seen in the summer heat. You thought it was odd, but others didn’t think too much on it. Whenever he was seen in public, he was always flanked with henchmen.
One had been skinny and stout, he almost seemed as though he didn’t actually belong in the alliance, really. Another had jet black hair. Seldom few assumed the pair had been a couple, but nobody had been brave enough to speak the rumors aloud for fear of losing their lives. Another that had been seen around the bunch of thugs was Wanda Maximoff. She was a petite sorta female. She clung to Barnes with desperation most days, but he never seemed to be bothered by it.
You worked in a bakery not too far from one of Barnes’s factories. You often seen Wanda standing around the storefront before she debated heavily on walking inside and ordering her usual coffee; extra cream and sugar with a strawberry. You thought the order was odd, but you n=knew better than to comment on it as she skipped out of the shop and disappeared from your view
The city was normally quiet around this area. Police always swarmed the street, so criminal activity was always low. You enjoyed the ck of violence as you happily served your customers.
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“i am a monument to all your sins” is such a fucking raw line for a villain it’s amazing that it came from halo, a modernish video game, and not some classical text or mythos
Art by Stanley ‘Artgerm’ Lau
Here’s where I’ll post all SPN related fics. Some will be reader insert, others will be fan-pairings from the show. If you want to request a drabble/series, please be mindful that I only write AU’s and none of these fics will be cannon.
*** if you feel up to making a graphic for this, I will be forever grateful!
updated February 28, 2018
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“You rely on us to be good so you can carry out your cruelty, You expect us to treat your intolerance with tolerance, You weaponise our kindness against us, reframe our compassion as our weakness, Whilst hiding being selective history and gaslighting so we have to debate our humanity. What happens then, when the good stop being good. What happens when we decide to fight fire with fire, give you a taste of the poison you have fed us for centuries, Show you what happens when the oppressed fight back when you soaked this script in our blood, when you are the ones who started this war you do not get to ask for peace. so fuck you, and fuck your civility.”
— Nikita Gill, Fuck Civility
Summary: Bucky Barnes is quite the troublemaker in his small hometown. He’s had a troubling childhood, losing his mother in a house fire, his dad being killed by a cop when he was barely 23. He’s all alone in this world, only having his cousin Steve Rogers to fall back on in times of trouble. Y/N is a police officer who helps him along the way out of trouble and into a life of recovery.
PART ONE
PART TWO
PART THREE
PART FOUR
PART FIVE
PART SIX
PART SEVEN
PART EIGHT
PART NINE
PART TEN
PART ELEVEN
PART TWELVE
PART THIRTEEN
PART FOURTEEN
PART FIFTEEN
PART SIXTEEN
PART SEVENTEEN
FINALE
**UPDATED June 22, 2018
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You ever get in a Mood where you just wanna poof off to another country, erase your history, re-write your identity, and become a mysterious figure who’s never been photographed but occasionally appears in paintings done by unknown artists
“I’m like that. Either I forget right away or I never forget.”
— Samuel Beckett, Waiting For Godot (via wordsnquotes)
A powerful but benevolent water spirit lives here.
So there has been a bit of “what if humans were the weird ones?” going around tumblr at the moment and Earth Day got me thinking. Earth is a wonky place, the axis tilts, the orbit wobbles, and the ground spews molten rock for goodness sakes. What if what makes humans weird is just our capacity to survive? What if all the other life bearing planets are these mild, Mediterranean climates with no seasons, no tectonic plates, and no intense weather?
What if several species (including humans) land on a world and the humans are all “SCORE! Earth like world! Let’s get exploring before we get out competed!” And the planet starts offing the other aliens right and left, electric storms, hypothermia, tornadoes and the humans are just … there… counting seconds between flashes, having snowball fights, and just surviving.
Summary: Soulmate AU. You and Draco share each mark, bruise, and marring on your skin. As life progresses and each mutual marking is worse, you grieve for your hurting soulmate. And he steps into your life when you least expect it.
Word Count: 2,314
Warnings: None.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6
Swept up in the excitement of discovering a new world beyond Wizarding England, you let Draco lead you towards the vast fields surrounding the Burrow. Pansy and Hermione were chatting excitedly about the new club they wanted to visit as Ron grumbled about first getting a few drinks before he was forced to dance with Hermione.
Finally, you stopped a few hundred feet away from the house and you tilted your head at Draco, a brow raised in curiosity. He winked and took your hands, leaning forward to press his lips to yours.
“We are going to apparate to the Leaky Cauldron,” he informed you.
You couldn’t help but to snort. “Well, someone should fix that cauldron if it’s leaking.”
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Summary: Betrothed to a man that does not like you in the least, you grit your teeth and take on the duties expected of you as a princess. (Royal AU; Prince!Bucky Barnes).
Word Count: 1,682
Warnings: None.
A/N: Wow! It’s back and improved! I’m re-writing the whole thing because it’s been more than a year since I wrote this fic and my writing has improved haha. Enjoy, guys! It’s different from the previous version, as in wording.
With the sun setting across the horizon and the wind blowing, feeling crisp and refreshing, you took deep breaths, calming down. Being outdoors always did that to you, even if most of your life had been spent in a palace. Had it been any other day, you would have been happy to contemplate the beautiful, vibrant colors that each unique sunset brought, but tonight was different. All you wanted to do was go back to your own palace, lock your door, crawl into your bed, and forget you had responsibilities and a role to play.
Fingers tapping absently on the stone balustrade, your gaze descended and fell on the walled gardens that stretched out behind the palace. There were couples peppered throughout, holding hands, walking close together as if they were sharing the most secretive things and no one else should know. Smiling despite yourself, you could almost taste the bittersweet feeling. It was well-known that you would never be in their shoes. You would never fall deeply for a person of your choosing. That wasn’t your destiny.
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It is time. Join the Mishapocalypse.
Save yourself from the Mishapocalypse this year, reblog to protect your dash.
Wizard mlm
from now on your tumblr nickname is whatever you get from this sexual identity generator ☆
“reblog if you ever actually used a phone with a “rotary dial” on it”
— (via sixth-light)
Mount Rainier, Washington (by Protik Hossain)
azul’s garden instagram
brutal — for the lovers without happy endings ( listen )
love isn’t soft, like those poets say. love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close.
A hummingbird thought a man’s orange hat was a flower [x]
when she says she doesn’t send nudes
Thanks to a lovely anonymous ask I reached out to my fellow tumblrs to chip in with their favourite Destiel Fic Rec blogs and, oh Lord, did you guys deliver!
This is so awesome. I couldn’t have put this list together myself, because I was in need of a list like this, so thank you to everyone who have contributed with their faves: @elizabethrobertajones @super-powerful-queen-slayyna @tinkdw @dimples-of-discontent @whichstiel @destielloversblog @tfw-destiel-cockles-misha @thedogsled @bluestar86 @naruhearts
*heart eyes*
Here’s where they suggest mining for golden Destiel fanfiction/fic recs:
@destielfanfic
@destiel-fic-rec
@deancasfix
@ao3feed-destiel
@deancasbigbang
@deancaspinefest - which right now is on schedule every day
@purgatory-jar - has a page for fic recs: https://purgatory-jar.tumblr.com/tagged/destielficfortonight
@tinkdw - “I have a tag #destiel fic rec - for long ones and #destiel ficlet - for short ones :)”
@tfw-destiel-cockles-misha - “I have done many destiel fic recs on my blog. If your looking for some good reads just search in my tags #fic recs or #fic rec either will produce enough to keep you occupied for awhile ;) Enjoy!”
@bluestar86 - “If anyone wants to take a browse through my bookmarks on AO3 please go ahead. I have 226 bookmarks and I highly recommend the majority of them.”
@naruhearts - “my tags #fic rec and #fic are good places to start :D”
The Profound Bond Discord server - although not a blog - has a fic rec function people add to.
And that’s all she wrote. (well) (you know what I mean)
Happy reading, my lovelies!
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The Winter Coat [Part 3]
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You tube version here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ypMLLv31PoE
Alright! Back to this old thing (Like a month old?) This was gonna be my for real project until it got sidelined with MAHR.
I’m working on this during the MAHR hiatus to loosen up and get my speed up again. MAHR made me a little pedantic and finicky.
Of course the other thing slowing me down was taking preventative measures against art theft. But you guys know all about that.