Creepypasta #430: Don't Look

I should’ve gone back to sleep the moment I woke up, but I didn’t.

About two weeks ago, at three in the morning, I awoke to the sound of shuffling in the corner of my room, It was the kind of sound that would lead you to believe that there was a small animal, a rodent of some sort, scuffling along the walls or through them. I sat up and squinted into the darkness, but saw nothing. I was about to lie back down when I heard a thud. I bolted out of my bed and flicked on the light. There was no small animal, or any sign of there ever being one. What I saw, however, sent chills down my spine. On the bottom corner of the wall, next to the floor, was a dark grey handprint, fingers outstretched. I froze, looking around my room cautiously. Nothing. There was nothing anywhere that I could see. After mustering up the courage I searched the room, still finding nothing. I eventually became tired again and fell back asleep, this time with the lights on.

The next morning I awoke feeling frigid. The handprint was still there, but it looked darker. Not a darker grey, but a decayed color. Brown, like rust. I stared at it for a short while, then decided it would be best to go to work. Throughout my day, I could only think about the handprint and of the strange noise that woke me. I lived alone, and there was nothing I could do, no one I could talk to. I would sound crazy, wouldn’t I?

After work, I was too tired to think, and decided to call it a night early. I turned the lights out and immediately fell asleep.

I awoke to the same scuffling sound from the night before, but this time, I immediately turned the light on. On top of the handprint, there were several more, each one darker in color. I didn’t sleep that night. I stared helplessly at the handprints until dawn. I didn’t go to work.

That night, I again went to sleep with the light off, but this time, I awoke to no sound. What pulled me out of my sleep was the strange feeling of being watched. I instinctively looked towards the corner, and immediately wished I hadn’t. Standing there, shrouded in dark, tattered clothes, was a tall woman. Terrified and alone, I hid my face in my pillows and curled into a tight ball, waiting for death. It didn’t come. In fact, she stood there all night. When morning came, and the strange feeling was gone, I looked again. She was also gone. I couldn’t sleep in this room anymore. I couldn’t be here anymore. I had to leave.

I checked into a small and cheap motel about a half mile away. I would be safe here for the night, I decided. I would be okay. Feeling good, I fell asleep. Again, I awoke to a scuffling sound, but this time, it came from under the bed. Frightened, I flipped on the lamp, looked up, and screamed. Above me were thousands upon thousands of handprints across the ceiling, each one a deep blood red. I hid my face again, and felt the presence of HER. I was so scared I could’t move. I knew that she was watching me. I knew that she was there. I again waited until morning.

After that night, I gave up. I felt apathetic, awaiting death with every step, every night that I closed my eyes. I moved back into my house, seeing as it didn’t matter where I slept. I spent every day in a trance, dreading sleep, but still sleeping. The handprints on the wall disappeared, but in their place, little messages appeared. Now, thousands of messages are written on my walls, my ceiling, and my personal belongings, all in red. “She’s watching you.” “Don’t look her in the eyes.” “She can’t get you if you don’t look.” Obviously they weren’t written by HER, but I didn’t care to find out where they came from. I ignored them, although I shouldn’t have.

Last night I lied in bed, staring at the messages on the wall to my right. I couldn’t sleep. I read the messages over and over, trying to lull myself into a deep slumber. Then, three horrific things happened simultaneously.

One. I felt HER presence.

Two. I felt her cold breath against the back of my neck, sending a chill down my spine as my hair stood on end.


As I lied there, frigid and terrified, I felt movement. SHE was on the bed with me. A hoarse voice pierced the silent darkness, chilling my skin and catching my breath. It doesn’t matter what she said, but know that I looked. I looked and now I have nothing left to give but advice. I don’t care what you hear. It doesn’t matter what you see. She’s always there, always watching, and she know’s that you’re reading this.

Don’t look behind you.

Credits to: waycoolcat

Chris Hardwick: “What do you think the reaction is when Daryl comes back and it’s like ‘look I brought your friend, oh you’re shooting a guy’…like what do you?”

Norman Reedus: “Well, you know, I mean he did tell us (points to melissa), on the porch, if they don’t agree we’ll just take this spot and I feel like when we hear the scuffle and we come running up, that’s what Daryl’s thinking…’alright thats on, like we are taking the spot, like…you know what I mean?..


March 29, 2015 - Norman Reedus on Talking Dead

*Daryl was still on board with the Carol and Rick plan!

You know what’s going to be hilarious? When that little fucker author is forced to reveal what should have really happened by the Sorcerer/Apprentice (since they’re like the same person right?) and turns out Regina was supposed to go into the tavern and get her happy ending, because its a book of fairytales and everyone is supposed to get their happily ever after. But the record keeper/author at the time wanted to make things more interesting and thought a big, bad, Evil Queen would really spice things up, and from that they learn that every villain only became a villain because the author wanted to “make a better story”. What no one knew was that before this record keeper/author there was no such thing as villains because everyone lived their lives and sure they faced rough patches, got in scuffles, and didn’t get along with people but eventually found their happiness, on their own time, in their own way, on their own journey, because that’s life. You have ups and downs, but somewhere along the way you find your happiness in yourself and with the people you meet. And by keeping record of these events unfolding everyone could remain hopeful in their happy ending, they just need to remember it happens at your own pace, at your own time. 

anonymous asked:

“You broke into my apartment drunk thinking it was your friend’s house and I should call the cops but my cat kinda likes you so we’re good” —bethyl au please?

Really all the banging around should have woken Beth up. It did, technically, she was just really slow to wake up in general, unless something drastic happened. Eventually she did wake; hair a mess around her head, eyes blinking blearily first into the darkness and then at the sounds coming from the living room.

Her eyes went wide and she reached out sharply to snap on her bedside lamp. The bedroom door was closed, but beyond beyond it she could hear scuffling noises, like someone was walking around in the dark or something and had no idea where they were.

Which was why she was pretty sure it wasn’t Maggie, unless her sister had gotten drunk… even then, Maggie was never quiet. Especially not when she was drunk. If it were Maggie she’d be yelling for Beth, complaining about her furniture being in the way or something. No… it definitely wasn’t Maggie.

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They spend the morning in the yard of the barracks sparring and knocking each other about. Athos is training the newer musketeers in swordskills and is about the only person who takes these sparring sessions seriously. Porthos and Aramis are too busy with an eight-on-two match to notice Gwen sneaking in and up to Captain Treville’s quarters.

Porthos catches sight of her as she makes her way down, a shy smile his way, and he shoves Mathieu off of him. He makes a communicative grunt to Aramis, and suddenly it’s eight-on-one as Porthos makes his way over to Gwen. “Hey,” he greets, pulling his gloves off and shoving them in his belt. Gwen nods her head to the scuffle, “The Captain works you hard rather early.”

"Oh, it’s more fun than anything," he grins. Aramis punches three men at once, and tilts his hat to her in cursory greeting. She returns it with a nervous wave as a musketeer tackles him from the back. "What brings you around these parts?"

"The Captain’s been kind of enough to commission my father. I came to bring him the first batch of swords. They aren’t much compared to the beautiful metal work we’ve seen here, but the Captain seemed pleased enough," Gwen explains. Porthos nods, "I’ve seen your father’s work. It’s simple and does the trick. That’s all that matters. God knows we’ve broken our fair share of swords."

She laughs, eyes twinkling, “I suppose that means we’ll be doing more business with you musketeers.”

"I think you can be sure of it," he says, ignoring Aramis’s desperate cries from behind him.

"I should let you return to your… sport. Aramis looks quite finished." Gwen is on her way when she turns one last time, "You should come by for dinner sometime. I’m sure my father would love to hear from someone who appreciates his work."

"It would be an honor." He grins after her retreating back until she’s out of sight before returning to the brawl, in much higher spirits.

Review - X-Men: The Hidden Years

X-Men: The Hidden Years begins immediately after the 66th and final issue of the original X-Men comic book series. Professor X had just returned from the dead, and after hearing what the team had been up to during his absence he gives them all a Picard grade facepalm and says… “If you didn’t actually SEE Magneto’s dead body… THEN HE PROBABLY ISN’T DEAD.”

Issue 1.

So Cyclops, Marvel Girl, Angel, and the Beast use the Sentinel hovercraft they stole from Larry Trask in issue #59 to fly back to the Savage Land and confirm the fate of their arch nemesis. Iceman got into a scuffle with Havok over Lorna Dane and quit the team, so he wasn’t along for the ride. After IMMEDIATELY crashing their irreplaceable and experimental one-of-a-kind spacecraft into the Savage Land, the X-Men are knocked out and taken captive by natives. When they wake up the natives tell them that Jean died in the crash. We also learn that Magneto really is dead and is actually super pissed off that the X-Men murdered him.

Issue 1

After Cyclops does some hardcore angsting over the death of his would-be girlfriend, Angel finds out that when the natives said Jean had passed on to the Land of the Dead they meant it literally and “Land of the Dead” is actually what they call an area of the Savage Land just a few miles away. So Cyclops, Angel, and the Beast go looking for her. Cyclops gets shot in the heart with an arrow but doesn’t die because of a weird regenerative radiation that exists in the Savage Land that gives everyone a healing factor. Meanwhile Magneto captures Jean’s incapacitated body and takes her prisoner so she can’t meddle with his plans. Around this time Professor X sends Havok and Lorna to the Savage Land to help out. For once in the history of the X-Men, two members of the team manage to land a plane without crashing.

Havok and Lorna get to the Savage Land in issue 3. Just put that in your back pocket for now.

While looking for Jean, Angel flies into a storm and gets knocked out, getting separated from Cyclops and the Beast. Jean wakes up and starts wandering around Magneto’s lair, and she discovers that Magneto is not actually dead but is using an astral projection of himself to manipulate the superstitious natives of the Savage Land. Cyclops and the Beast eventually find Magneto’s lair and beat the piss out of him and save Jean, but while attempting to escape Magneto’s erupting volcanic lair Cyclops strains his optic blasts by trying to tunnel an escape path and he goes into a coma.

Um… yeah. That would be “brain-dead” and you need to get him hooked up to a ventilator as soon as possible.

Jean and the Beast lug Cyclops and Magneto out of the volcano and they run into Angel and his new Savage Land bird-girl girlfriend. They all escape in a weird blimp, pretty much leaving thousands of Magneto’s underlings to die horrible molten deaths in the volcanic lava.

Issue 4

The X-Men don’t make it very far because their blimp flies into a storm and breaks apart and everyone gets separated. Magneto lands back in the Savage Land where he spends several days making himself a spiffy new costume. Beast lands at the edge of Africa where he’s found by Ororo Munroe, a young mutant princess who later becomes Storm of the X-Men. Cyclops and Jean also land in Africa but are found by an evil mutant named Deluge. Angel and his Savage Land bird-girl girlfriend land in the ocean and are picked up by some pirates who sell them to the carnival.

Issue 7

Deluge eventually captures the Beast and Storm along with Cyclops and Jean and he tries to murder them all in a convoluted drowning scenario when he could have just stabbed them. But the 3½ of them (Cyclops is still in a coma) murder him instead and go home. Meanwhile Iceman gets alerted to the situation and tries to run to the Savage Land from the southern tip of South America. His body washes up on the coast of the Savage Land and is found by Dr. Karl Lykos, otherwise known as the villain Sauron in his human form, who takes Iceman home and nurses him back to health but for some reason never gives him a robe or anything to put on over his underwear. They hang out for 2 weeks like this in Sauron’s weird bondage hut.

Issue 7

When Cyclops, Jean, and the Beast get home, instead of thinking to look for any of their missing friends (Angel, Havok, Lorna, or Iceman), or maybe even taking 5 minutes to get a nap in or go to the bathroom, they immediately blast off into space with the Fantastic Four to tie up another loose end from the original X-Men series. Reed Richards and Professor X are having a giant anxiety attack over the X’Nox alien race that attacked Earth in X-Men #65 and they conclude that the only solution is to track them to their home planet and commit genocide before they can attack Earth again. Jean’s green costume is dirty so she wears her original yellow and black outfit from when she first join the team, and her and Cyclops treat the whole genocidal rampage like a big superhero double date with Johnny Storm and Crystal from the Inhumans. Gotta admit, this would be a pretty great date.

Issue 9

After obliterating every last member of one of the only known sentient alien races in the entire universe, our heroes return home. Professor X uses Cerebro to figure out where Angel is and he sends Cyclops, Jean, and Angel’s human girlfriend Candy Southern (who is dressed in Jean’s dirty green costume for some reason I can’t remember) to go rescue him. Everyone seems to forget about Havok and Lorna who have been aimlessly wandering around the Savage Land with Ka-Zar for 7 straight issues. I think even Havok and Lorna forgot what they are doing there at this point. Professor X takes the Beast and goes to investigate another mutant situation in Illinois where a little girl who has manipulative powers over inanimate objects has taken control of the last Sentinel in existence. It’s kind of like the Iron Giant. When Professor X and the Beast show up the Sentinel flips out and tries to kill them but the little girl rips it into a million pieces.

Issue 11. I’m pretty sure this is exactly how the Iron Giant ends too.

Unfortunately this is where the story starts splitting into several unrelated paths. Magneto, Iceman, Sauron, Lorna, and Havok all meet up in the Savage land and get into a big fight; Cyclops, Jean and Angel’s human girlfriend Candy Southern find the carnie cargo ship where Angel and Angel’s Savage Land bird-girl girlfriend were being held captive; and Professor X continues to deal with the Sentinel situation in Illinois. Magneto gets the crap kicked out of him and is left for dead in a pile of Savage Land volcanic rubble; Cyclops and Jean don’t find Angel on the carnie cargo ship because the carnie leader sold them to The Blob, Unus, and Mastermind; and Xavier does a mutant power lobotomy on the little girl in Illinois because she started to get all creepy with her powers like Drew Barrymore in Firestarter. After the fight with Magneto in the Savage Land, Havok and Lorna finally get to go home (after 10 issues, nearly half the series!!), and Magneto’s last surviving henchmen gets really eloquently introspective about the whole ordeal.

Issue 12

Meanwhile the carnie leader uses his ability to nullify mutant powers to capture Cyclops, Jean, and Angel’s human girlfriend Candy Southern and he sells them to the Blob, Unus, and Mastermind along with Angel and Angel’s Savage Land bird-girl girlfriend. Instead of just killing them, the evil mutants stage a huge circus illusion to try to get the X-Men to hurt themselves, which is completely asinine and doesn’t work because the X-Men aren’t complete morons.

Issue 13

With the help of the carnie leader who got really pissed after realizing Mastermind had been paying him with illusion bucks, the X-Men defeat the evil mutants and rescue Angel’s Savage Land bird-girl girlfriend and everything turns out ok and everyone goes home happy!!!

Issue 14. Well almost everyone.

You’d think that by this point the X-Men would really be jonesing for a nap or a bathroom break, but unfortunately there isn’t time. Candy was trying to find Angel to tell him that his evil Uncle Burt had returned from the dead and was wooing his mother into marriage in an attempt to steal the Worthington fortune. Angel is still a little sore over that time Uncle Burt murdered his father, so he and the X-Men fly to Long Island to deal with the situation. They manage to expose Uncle Burt’s plan, but not before Uncle Burt poisons and murders Angel’s mother. Not gonna lie, this story was a total downer.

Issue 15.

Meanwhile Havok and Lorna get bored because they never get invited on any missions and they jet off to the Himalayas to investigate a random Cerebro blip. After returning from Long Island the rest of the X-Men follow them, everyone gets attacked by the Yeti, the Inhumans show up to defeat the Yeti, and everybody goes home. When the X-Men get back to Westchester Kraven ambushes them and poisons Angel’s Savage Land bird-girl girlfriend in order to force the Beast to fight him in the Hunger Games. The Beast wins the Hunger games and Kraven goes away.

Issue 17.

From here the final story arcs of the series begin. Honestly, there is so much shit going on here I don’t even think I can describe it all. Lorna gets kidnapped by a cult and put into suspended animation, Professor X begins an inappropriate relationship with the mother of a potential student, while attempting to save Lorna the other X-Men wind up underground where they encounter the Mole Man, the Sub-Mariner rescues Magneto from the Savage Land, Magneto convinces the Sub-Mariner to attack New York City, the Fantastic Four confront the invading forces of Atlantis, Havok gets chased through the streets of New York City by a racist mob, Angel mediates a domestic dispute between a 34 year old woman who has been in suspended animation and her 48 year old son, and eventually all the bad guys get defeated. Happy birthday, the end.

Issue 22


X-Men: The Hidden Years is an exercise in neurosis. I wanted to lay out the storyline from beginning to end to show just how manic it is. Literally, for these 22 issues, the X-Men do not eat, they do not sleep, and they don’t even get to use the bathroom. They jump from crisis to crisis without taking a break, hopped up on Xavier’s brain jolt juice to keep them going without any rest. This series was supposed to last much longer but was canceled supposedly because of editorial reorganization. I don’t know if this is true, but I don’t think I could have taken another 40 issues like this. Which is strange because on paper X-Men: The Hidden Years seems like such a good idea.

Some history. The original X-Men comic book began publication in 1963. Though it was original in its exploration of civil rights parallels and beloved by its creators who gave the series years to find an audience, it was never very popular. In 1970 the series was finally canceled and delegated to reprints until 1975 when it was brought back to life with new creators, new characters, and an entirely new storytelling style. This cancellation has always been disappointing for fans because not only did it deprived them of 5 years of stories right at the beginning of the bronze age of comic books, but it was bookended with incredibly high quality material. In 1970 just before the series went on hiatus Neil Adams and Roy Thomas revitalized the original team with a popular new direction that showed incredibly potential but ultimately came just a few months too late to save the series. And of course in 1975 Len Wein, Chris Claremont, and Dave Cockrum created an All-New, All-Different team that turned the X-Men into the most popular comic book in the entire industry.

At roughly 4 million copies, this comic book, which came at the very end of Chris Claremont’s 17 year run as writer, is still the highest selling comic book of all time.

To further antagonize fans, between 1970 and 1975 the X-Men made a smattering of appearances in other Marvel comic books that seemed to hint at big things happening to the team behind the scenes. Rifts were forming between characters and massive physical changes were happening to others, and sometimes these events were only mentioned in passing. When the series finally restarted in 1975 it was clear that the characters of the original team were older and more developed. Their relationships had evolved but it was up to the reader to fill in the specific details with their imagination.

It’s because of these reasons that people have always been curious about the X-Men stories that could have been told during the years it was canceled. Enter John Byrne and 1999’s X-Men: The Hidden Years. Byrne is no amateur when it comes to writing the X-Men. In 1978 he began a collaboration with Chris Claremont that resulted in the Dark Phoenix Saga and Days of Future Past, the most famous X-Men stories of all time. There are few people in the comic book industry so entrenched in the mythos of the series or with a greater understanding and respect for the time period. And Byrne’s passion for the project is obvious as he writes and draws every single panel in an attempt to meticulously bridge the stories of the original series. He even enlists Tom Palmer who was inker during the Neal Adams run to help him more closely match the visual style of the stories that came before him. In the Hidden Years he obsessively sees to every loose end that the original series left open, weaving in and out of the authentic appearances the X-Men made in other comic books, addressing all of the persistent continuity while adding a ton of detail to flesh out the characters and their relationships. But unfortunately X-Men: the Hidden Years never reaches the heights of the comic books it is attempting to co-exist with.

Anybody remember this little ditty? Byrne drew it.

So exactly what goes wrong here? It seems like everything is in place for a historic and entertaining set of X-Men stories to finally come to life. While the material presented here certainly isn’t a complete disaster, in my opinion the main issue is that Byrne gets completely carried away with his task. He has so many ideas for things that could be happening during this time period, it’s like he had been dreaming about writing these stories for 20 years before he actually got the chance to do it. And I can’t deny it is a special kind of fan service-y fun to see all the little details get filled in. Such things as why did Magneto’s costume change between when he was seemingly killed in X-Men #63 and when the Sub-Mariner rescues him from the Savage Land in Fantastic Four #102?

Exactly when, how, and why were Warren’s parents horribly murdered by a vicious psychopath?

And whatever happened to that group of mutants that worked for the Yellow Claw back in that 1956 crime drama comic that everybody totally remembers?

There are a lot of clever elements bridging the stories of 1970 to 1975 that fans will love, but in the end there is too much stuff going on for this to be a concise reading experience. In addition to tying up loose ends, Byrne adds layer upon layer of new continuity, bringing in new characters and events, bringing back old characters that we don’t necessarily need to see again, and twisting the narrative with B, C, and D story threads that are completely unrelated to each other. Where the original series was more evenly paced, letting the X-Men catch a realistic breather in between their clashes with super villains and allowing time to build up to the next big encounter, the Hidden Years never lets up. There is no sense of tension as one thing happens after another, on and on and on. I hate to knock Byrne as a writer, but there is no patience here, no build up, and consequently there is no pay off to anything that happens.

It’s ironic that so much shit is going on in these issues because by definition this series is entirely inconsequential. This is the second major problem with the Hidden Years. Nothing important can actually happen in these stories. The characters cannot die or get maimed or mutate or get married or have children or undergo any development that is not already acutely documented. There can be no character development that we don’t already know about. Everything must end in exactly the state we know it to be in in Giant Sized X-Men #1. If Byrne’s manic pacing didn’t already kill the tension, the lack of stakes finishes the job.

I really wanted to include this picture of Kraven almost decapitating Angel’s 47 pound Savage Land bird-girl girlfriend with a karate chop to the neck. She was the only character that I was ever worried about because she pretty much gets tortured and mutilated throughout the entire series and we never see her in Uncanny X-Men which means Mr. Loose End OCD John Byrne was obligated to kill her at some point and she was the sweetest nicest little bird girl ever! She didn’t bother anyone! She didn’t even want to be there but the X-Men wouldn’t take her home! I was having a panic attack every time she was in panel because it meant there was some horrible new form of physical abuse awaiting her on the next page.

Despite all these misgivings, I do think that anyone who enjoyed the original run of the X-Men would get a kick out of this modernized sequel. It’s kind of like a movie sequel that comes out decades after the original. It doesn’t actually succeed in feeling like a natural extension of the series, but it does let us visit the characters and setting again, with tons of references to the stories we love. Byrne’s art ranges from rock solid to a little busy in spots, but I was happy to see him get the chance to draw these characters again. If only the writing could have been condensed. It seems like half of the material in these 22 issues could get cut without losing anything significant. With a stronger editor revising these stories, or if Byrne had another writer collaborating with him to keep him focused on the important stuff, I think this series could have been really great. Regardless, because it was canceled after only 22 issues for reasons unrelated to quality, these misgivings are moot. If the series had been better, the inevitable cancelation would have been even more disappointing. As it stands, I’m content with stopping here and getting back to the classic stories of the 1970s. Bring on furry Beast!!

Crow lost his left eye when he was very young. He got into a scuffle with law enforcement, who were trying to stop him from selling items without a permit, and in the fray he lost his eye. He now wears an eyepatch which he hides underneath his bangs. Almost nobody knows about this, in fact, most of the Black Ravens are completely unaware of his disability.
—  submitted by hildafendi-trash

In all honesty, Ross had not expected Liam’s joke to become an actual proposition. Before, he had been content to sit on his couch, eating his roommate’s Doritos and avoiding his work responsibilities of writing a new song in favor of watching bad horror movies on Netflix and playing Pokemon. Now he was making his normally messy apartment look semi-decent, throwing things into random piles that weren’t on the couch. The male stood in the middle of the living room, clad in nothing but an oversized sweatshirt, snapback, and some pikachu boxers he was pretty sure were still clean. He quickly bounded over to the door, unlocking it—despite the fact his roommate was always btiching at him not to leave it like that because obviously thieves were going to just waltz in during the middle of the day—and scuffling his way back over to the couch where an opened bag of Doritos waited while he anticipated the arrival of the other male.



Penny was sitting in a hallway twirling the fabric of her scarf around her finger and frowning. She didn’t want to be where she was. She wanted to be anywhere but there. She was mourning the loss of her brother, she shouldn’t be at school. She missed Scott so much. But, she had nowhere to go. Beyond him, the only person she ever had in her life to talk to was Hercules. He was the nicest guy in the world and she’d gone to him after Scott’s death, but he wasn’t actually her friend. He said she was, he treated her like she was, but she knew her obsession with him blocked an actual friendship. No one wanted to be her friend. She had no family. No mom, no dad. She was an orphan. 

 The was a scuffle from the other end of the hall and Penny tried to sink back into the shadows. She heard the voice and groaned. Hercules best friend was apparently having his own issues, though Herc wouldn’t go into details. He was still frustrating. He’d never been mean or even rude to her like others had, but she wasn’t sure she believed his sincerity. “Find your own dark corridor, Nolan, this one is taken.” she said though her voice held none of the bit her words would typically hold. He hadn’t meant to stumble upon her but she still wanted nothing to do with him.

nauticaas asked:

pov pls!

POV — something that’s already happened, retold from another character’s perspective

not much has actually happened yet in terms of the particular work I am thinking of (a JJBA au)—its still a while from publication, but this little part right here is from the first chapter, and is going to be written from diego’s pov. as such, i’m going to write this passage from hot pants’ pov (:

Hot Pants’ thoughts were interrupted when suddenly—and quite boisterously—another body collided into her own, causing her to stumble backwards. She cursed silently as the soles of her shoes scuffled against the pavement to prevent whoever the idiot was from bowling them both over, hastily regaining her balance. Who was this idiot? Could they not see that this was a crowded setting, and such carelessness could injure someone? She opened her mouth to reprimand the stranger’s actions, when she noticed a set of arms encasing her torso.

Well then. The stranger appeared to be hugging her, and had yet to let go.

Do they know…? she wondered, blinking down at the mess of blond hair as she wondered what to do. She resolved on awkwardly petting the top of her hugger’s head with her free hand.

A pair of green-blue eyes proceeded to peer up at her from behind those thick golden tufts. There was a certain horror in those eyes, something akin to a child’s when they realise they’ve reached up and taken the hand of a stranger, and not their parent.

“You alright there?” she inquired.

“Shit!” her mysterious hugger pulled back slightly in mortification. Their voice was more masculine than Hot Pants had been anticipating. Not deeply so, but she’d certainly been expecting something more typically ‘feminine’ to come from someone so small. No matter. “Who are you?” he spoke again, in an accent undeniably British.

It made sense now. She’d been subject of an accidental hug, and there was some fun to be had in this. “Are you really the one who should be asking that?”

superbadassloader asked:

(Hey uh...I'm seeing the thread, Dangerous Company, and I'm kinda worried about Nat. If you think she could get seriously hurt or worse, uh, please let me know. I mean, it sounds stupid, but I'm worried about her and Zed both, and their relationship...)

[ omg!!!! you’re so sweet :’^)))

well zed’s in the new-u so he’ll be fine but….nat might get a little fucked up. i mean she’s in the new-u too, but she’ll “respawn” on her home planet which would be EXTRA BAD for her re: the people who were tracking her finding that she’s not safe on pandora anymore (lmfao oxymoron much). but nah after the scuffle she can take a couple hypos and be right as rain :’^)

as for their relationship…. she’s gonna be kind of scared of zed for a while. she’ll love him still, unconditionally, but she’ll be weird about him holding her and stuff for a while, at least until they sort out the Ned stuff. basically he’ll have to treat her like a wild animal for a minute. it’s okay. unless zed does anything, she’s not going to leave him. because he tried to warn her. it was her own stupid fault she didn’t listen to him, she’s not gonna fault him for that ]

Why don’t men kick each other in the balls?

By Lisa Wade, PhD

In Greco-Roman wrestling, boxing, and mixed martial arts, there is a rule that you never hit “below the belt.” The area of biggest concern is the testicles. As the Ultimate Fighting Championship rules specify, “groin attacks of any kind” are a foul. This is probably because groin attacks might make for short fights or ones where everyone just goes around protecting their balls. In any case, the skills being tested are of a different kind. But, even aside from that, this seems like a good idea and very civilized. I do not advocate for testicle kicking, not groin attacks of any kind, for what it’s worth.

I do think it’s somewhat odd, though, that men who fight each other outside of controlled conditions—men in street fights, bar brawls, and parking lot scuffles—also usually avoid hitting below the belt. These fights aren’t about training or skill, like those between professional athletes, they’re real attempts to do some damage out of anger or defensiveness. So, why no hits to the balls?

The question was posed by a woman on Yahoo! Answers: “If you dislike each other enough to want them to get hurt,” she asked, “why not do the worst?”

The answers, admittedly unscientific, were interesting. One of the common responses involved the idea that not hitting below the belt was “an unspoken rule.” Maybe it’s the Golden Rule—do onto others as you would have them do unto you—and some men mentioned that, but others suggested that it was a rule specific to manhood. It’s a “cheap shot,” said one. A “low blow,” said another.

But why? Why do men agree not to kick each other in the balls? Why is that part of the code?

I think it’s because it serves to protect men’s egos as well as men’s balls.

What would street fights between guys look like—or professional fights for that matter—if onecould go below the belt? For one, there’d be a lot more collapsing. Two, a lot more writhing in pain. Three, a lot less getting up. All in all, it would add up to less time looking powerful and more time looking pitiful. And it would send a clear message that men’s bodies are vulnerable.

Chris Tuchscherer not having been just hit in the balls:

Chris Tuchscherer having been just hit in the balls:

Not hitting below the belt, then, protects the idea that men’s bodies are fighting machines. It protects masculinity, the very idea that men are big and strong, pain- and impact-resistant, impenetrable like an edifice. So not hitting below the belt doesn’t just protect individual men from pain, it protects our ideas about masculinity.

When a man hits below the belt, he is revealing to everyone present that masculinity is a fiction. That’s why one guy said: “For ‘alpha male’ fights, nut shots are just wrong.” Alpha male fights are about figuring out which male is alpha, while preserving the idea that the alpha male is a thing that matters.

This is why men are quick to criticize other men who break the code. One of the best ways to control men is to threaten to kick them out of the man club. “If a guy kicks another guy in the balls on purpose during a fight,” one replied to the question on Yahoo, “he will forever be banished from manhood.” Another said: “Winning like this means that you cannot beat up the other guy by ‘real’ fighting.” It’s a matter of one’s own reputation: “A man who kicks another man in the balls,” said a third, “immediately loses all manliness and respect.”

So, men generally agree to pretend that the balls just aren’t there. The effect is that we tend to forget just how vulnerable men are to the right attack and continue to think of women as naturally more fragile.

I still don’t want anyone to get kicked in the balls, though, just to be clear.

Lisa Wade is a professor of sociology at Occidental College and the co-author of Gender: Ideas, Interactions, Institutions. You can follow her on Twitter and Facebook.

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