a hard thing to tag though

feelbending  asked:

Thomas I hope you're okay with all the current drama, I personally believe that you did nothing wrong at all. You're always making sure you're inclusive and doing the right thing, sorry your fandom's exploded :(

Hey!! Yeah, I’m doing fine!! Please don’t worry, these sorts of things happen sometimes and it gets very hard to address and handle all at once! I have made mistakes though, so please don’t feel like you have to defend all that I do, that’s not your responsibility, and I’ve been doing what I can to make sure things were addressed!

There was a piece of art of myself that was posted a while back that I put under a Read More and tagged nsfw because it was, and it was revealed later, after the artists’ bio was updated, that they were not of appropriate age, and that was a complete mistake on my part to make sure! I’ve always made a point to clarify, if people asked me, that if they were to do any nsfw art of me and submit it, that they should be of appropriate age to be doing so. My tumblr started as a personal blog and I thought tagging things appropriately would be enough, but this occurrence absolutely made me rethink how my blog was laid out and how much more consideration I needed to be putting into my blog and who was viewing it, so I made a public apology for it yesterday (in the #TSask) and decided to restructure my blog in order to make sure this never happens again. Posts I deemed too questionable, I have removed and if they ever go up again, they would be going up on a sideblog of some kind. I absolutely appreciate those who brought this up to me. I should have been the one to catch it, and I need to be far more vigilant about what I post from here on out!

There was also the post I responded to about why I felt it right to include asexuals and aromantics of any combination in the community. I’ve been having many really awesome and respectful conversations with people on both sides of this argument and its been really good, for me and I think for a lot of them, to gain understanding on where we’re both coming from. I am so grateful to those who came to me and got to discuss with me incredibly important things to remember and respect: the early struggles of the trans and gay community, the Stonewall Riots, the travesties and systemic oppression that still happen around the world today that need to be fought. We also got to discuss issues like arranged marriages that affect people on all areas of the spectrum. We talked about different demographics of the community and where they would like to stand or not stand. And the importance of limited resources made available to people of the community were discussed with me as well. I’ve been so absolutely grateful to those of you who came to me and are still coming to me to talk through these things, because I don’t claim to know everything, and many of the discussions were ended wonderfully respectfully. In the end, obviously, I have no, or maybe just really little, say in what defines the community. In what I say, I am absolutely making no attempt to prioritize people over another, because there are some extreme things that need to be fought. I can only be in control of myself and who I deem to be valid and who I would like to offer my support. I truly am trying to put myself in everyone’s shoes and see where they’re coming from. And I am so grateful so many of you came to me so respectfully to talk! That’s amazing! That, I think, is the most optimal form of discussion for people on both sides. I don’t like seeing anyone on either side attacking each other, and it’s so devastating to see so much of it. 

I truly hope this helps bring clarity for those of you who were confused or looking for an update! The internet can be a confusing place and the truth can be mangled, but I am doing everything I can to make sure I amend for any bad decisions and hear you all out as best as I can. I’m only human, and I truly do care about you and where you’re all coming from, so I hope you can all bear with me! 

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everybody lives AU | AKATSUKI
• setting — the Last

Akatsuki becomes a mercenary group for hire, as they did in Road to Ninja. 
This is more appropriately named the “everybody comes back to life and somehow things work out AU”… but as promised, 10 Akatsuki members in the timeline of The Last! Designing is fun (esp the village flak jackets) (・∀・)

See more extensive character/AU details below the cut!:

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I keep catching wind of arguments and hatred in the MM fandom lately, though I don’t see it (I follow a handful of MM blogs who don’t post things like that). This night, with all of these messages to remind me, I think it is important to spread the positivity in the fandom. It’s such a wonderful time for us! New content! 

So, let’s spread happiness to drown out the hate. 

If you guys can, reblog this and comment or put in the tags something positive you have gained from the MysMe fandom. I want Cheritz to see that not only are we grateful for their hard work, but they have touched our lives personally because of it! 

Did Zen get you running or working out more? Have you finally beaten that boss or leveled up your character thinking of Yoosung? Did you give your kitty extra cuddles thinking of Jumin and his love for Elizabeth 3rd (or drink a whole bottle of wine? *raises hand*). Did you finally find the courage to stand up for yourself, or work hard in your studies because of your love for Jaehee? Or maybe…at some point…you battled some sort of sadness inside of you for a moment thanks to seeing Saeyoung try to better himself through his own sadness and guilt. Was it just a moment in a chat that had you laughing so hard you CRIED?! 

Maybe you made a new friend?!???!!!! 

Maybe you Cosplayed for THE FIRST TIME AND LOVED IT. 

Maybe you identified with one of the characters so much that it changed you. 

Whatever the case, I am grateful. For you, for Cheritz, and for the love and camaraderie they have helped spread, even if they didn’t think it was possible. 

Mystic Messenger helped me start writing again when I felt pathetic…like my work was not worthy for anyone to read.  I was down on myself and felt blocked and this game inspired me and brought me back to life. Not to mention, the thousands of other fans who liked or reblogged or commented saying that they enjoyed my work…I can’t put it into words. It simply isn’t possible. 

 And it is all thanks to this game. No matter what it is, I want us all to think…remember the happy and positive of being here together. 

After all, isn’t that what brought us here in the first place? 

One direction tag thing including Zayn

-Harry
-Liam
-Niall
-Louis
-Zayn
-ot5
-ot4
-1d
-fanfic
-ship

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Steve finds himself scrolling through Tony’s social media every once in a while and he ignores the eye roll that Sam gives him every time he sees. He goes through the pictures that have been added and smiles at the sight of a grinning Tony doing the peace sign next to a laughing Peter. He takes in the photo of a smartly dressed Tony on stage at a charity event and the warmth of a sleeping Tony curled up on the workshop couch, being covered with a blanket by DUM-e.

Part of him knows that one of the reasons why he checks is to see if Tony has been seeing anyone else. Steve understands if he is because he no longer fills that position anymore after they had both gone their separate ways. But a small piece of him hopes that Tony would be willing to make their relationship work again in the future. It’s such a long shot and he’s incredibly doubtful but he can’t seem to tamper down the slight hope that’s there. 

But Tony seems happy and he’s living life, having the support of Pepper and Rhodey as well as Peter. It seems like he’s moving on. 

Steve sighs before placing his phone in his pocket and standing up to go see Sam and Clint who are laughing in the kitchen. 

Sometimes though, and Steve might think he’s imagining things, he swears he can see a little bit of the chain which holds his dog tags around Tony’s neck. 

And maybe that’s why the hope is so hard to extinguish.  

Tape Hiss

Originally posted by yourfavoritedirector

Characters - Dean x Reader, Sam
Summary - He does what he thinks is for the best. What was best for her. But what he’s really doing is running away, and you can’t run forever.
Word Count - 1,383
Warnings - Language.
A/N - My apologies for the lateness! This is what happens when you think you’ve queued something for a specific day, and tumblr decides to mess with you.

This is part of @iwantthedean’s Two Prompt Oneshot Writing Challenge- I got the prompt: “I can’t sleep without you." I’ve combined it with a songfic request for ‘Redemption’ by Frank Turner by @ofloveandlonging. Hope you enjoy!


He didn’t look her in the eyes when he said it. The lie was bitter enough rolling off his tongue, and he was sure she’d see it in his eyes if he’d looked at her.

The night was cold, snow drifting to the ground all around him as his hands gripped the steering wheel hard. His knuckles were as white as the snow. As mile markers flew past, the deep dark pit in his stomach only grew. This was for the best. That’s what he kept telling himself as he drove, anyway. He wasn’t good enough for her anyway. He was beyond screwed up, and she deserves better. Better than some idiot with a GED, a few bucks to his name, and a short lifespan. She was in the life, sure, but those around the Winchesters never live long.

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Vanilla dreams!

Helloo!! Sooo, this is what a dreamed. I’m really sorry for any incorrectly applied term, english isn’t my first language 😊 oh and, I love writing, and yeah I’m not the BEST writer, but anyway, I hope you enjoy my dream, maybe you can dream it too😏

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We were like in a family dinner, why? maybe because I was with family irl that day lol.

It’s a calm environment inside here. My family has been planning this a few weeks ago.

Some of my aunts and uncles are here, as well as my cousins. It’s good to spend time here with them.

As for my companion, the most vulgar boy that could ever cross your life, or that’s what they say, did me the honor to come with me.
I told Ryuji about this family meeting, and of course, he made all what it’s on his will to let him go with me, after all, there’s free food.

I was sitting in an individual couch scrolling down on my phone, while he was, too, with his phone, but lying in a larger couch across the room, perpendicular to mine. If that makes sense?

To pass the time, we were exchanging playful looks; I would wink at him and he would only stick out his tongue. His cheeks, painted with a soft pink, hiding them with his phone.

After some time talking all together, one cousin, sitting on a wheelchair wearing a thick layer of cast around her foot started talking about how she accidentally forced her leg causing her to trip and break her ankle. I looked across the room at my aunt’s and uncle’s faces that were filled with worry at my injured cousin.

My face went completely rigid as I suddenly realized something… Ryuji.

I turned the other way around to look at him and he kinda gazed down, proceeding on lying his phone on his stomach frowning his brows, a troubled look on his face. I quietly said to myself “ohnonono boy no" 

I wonder if my aunts heard me..

I placed my phone on the couch and stood up. I sitted next to him; where Ryuji was still lying. I slowly bent towards him and hugged his head putting my hands above his ears thinking that in that way, he won’t listen anymore what they were talking about.

“It’s ok, it’s ok” I murmured repeatedly.

I could feel his warm breath caressing my neck. And I gently started brushing his hair with my fingertips. “It’s ok..”
He calmly placed his arms around my waist slowly petting me as I felt his lips against my skin twist into a smile.

“Gotcha”

His arms hugged me harder causing me to bend even more, pulling me closer.
“I know it’s okay, I just wanted a hug from ya”

Followed by a sweet kiss on my neck.

My face felt somehow hot by Ryuji’s tight embrace as well as a slight embarrassment caused by his little joke.

We snuggled in each other arms and took a short nap just like that.

I still wonder if my aunts were seeing us..

I snuggled deeper into him enjoying the hot night around his strong arms, just before I woke up.

❤️❤️

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Weeee! So this is what I dreamed, its kinda short but I hope I made myself clear along the story and I hope you liked it 💕

P.S.: I really wonder what my aunts would say if I snuggle with a boy like that OR EVen bring that boy to the house!! //////

Thanks for taking your time reading me!

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you guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! im so excited i just watched an irish sapphic film!!! it’s called “a date for mad mary” and it’s got a happy ending!! also very strong accents so if you are not irish you may need subtitles. Seriously though what better day to watch an Irish movie than the 17th of march. Here’s to a Very Gay St Patrick’s Day!!

okay but think about Even and Isak and social media if Even ever got on board

  • imagine the snaps
    • Even loves sending Isak ridiculous snaps with the face filters and witty one liners. they usually make Isak roll his eyes but some of them are actually kinda funny and Even’s cute no matter what filter he uses so there’s that
    • Isak isn’t much of a selfie guy because he’s a self conscious lil bean but on the nights they aren’t together he sends Even snaps of his spread of homework with captions like why am I like this or will you ever fuck me as hard as this biology paper is
    • sometimes when they’re together Even takes sly photos of Isak because his boy is just so effortlessly beautiful and it blows Even’s mind and he wants to capture those moments for when he isn’t feeling so great so he can remind himself that while the world may seem bleak and hopeless there will always be Isak’s light
    • if Even’s feeling good Isak usually gets random snaps through the day, just little things that capture Even’s attention. sometimes it’s bright flowers or a black and white shot of buildings or clouds or literally just a snap of what’s right in front of Even as he walks. these are Isak’s favourite sort of snaps because it’s like seeing the world through his boyfriend’s eyes
    • when one of them is getting crushed under the horrifying weight of being a student or just being alive the other will send a cute little video saying something like you got this I love you you can kick this is the ass and it’s almost always followed by a blank snap that just says you need me to come over? because like hell would they let the other struggle alone
    • Even has been known to send Isak a snap of the front door to the kollectivet captioned are you going to let me in or what? after Isak’s sent him a particularly stressed out snap
  • facebook
    • Even doesn’t really use his facebook, he mostly got it because there were some groups in his classes where students swapped ideas back and forth and it was pretty helpful
    • Even and Isak are totally that couple that tag each other in stupid memes and just say ‘you’ ‘me’ or ‘us’ and everyone thinks it’s adorable
    • Even’s favourite thing to do is to find kitten photos and tag Isak in them with comments like ‘looks like you’ and when the boys see that they lose their collective shit because yes Isak you are just a tiny kitten definitely and Isak is so embarrassed and he’s going to kill Even
    • it’s hard to argue with it though seeing as the second Even runs his fingers through Isak’s hair the boy practically melts Even is convinced that if humans could purr Isak would
    • Isak gets revenge by tagging Even in hundreds of posts that try to say Terminator or some shit is the best movie ever made
    • sometimes they’re actually cute though and they’ll tag each other in those posts that are like ‘tag someone who changed your life for the better’ or ‘tag the love of your life’ and whenever the girls (especially Eva, who knew Isak way back when) see it they can’t help but swoon and sigh a lil because #goals
    • Even’s facebook has almost no posts because he doesn’t really see the point in documenting everything he does, but the few posts that are there are usually check ins where he’ll have ‘finally got Isak to watch *insert movie here*’ 
    • any photos of Even are where he’s been tagged in someone else’s photos. Eva is the worst for taking photos on a night out but hell if Even could say no to her when she’s so happy so yes okay he’ll bend down and take a photo with her 
    • Even’s favourite photo is one with Eva and Isak. he has his arm snug around Isak’s waist and he bent down a bit to accommodate Eva’s wish for a selfie and she surprised him with a kiss on the cheek and the photo got snapped just as Isak’s jaw dropped and he yelped out a hey!!!
    • Eva just captioned it with told you I’d steal him ;) and it became an iconic photo in their friendhship group
  • Instagram, the Skam fave
    • Even totally has notifications on for Isak’s insta because he’s extra af
    • Even’s instagram is probably what he uses most because he quite likes photography, he likes capturing the little moments in life that grabbed his attention
    • it’s very aesthetically pleasing and he actually got a lot of followers who’d have guessed?????
    • but every so often he’ll post a photo with Isak and it’ll literally be the cutest sappiest shit because that boy is so in love and it’s so obvious and his phone gets blown up with notifications to the point where he turns them off because he knows he’s dating the most gorgeous boy in the world he doesn’t need to see a thousand comments telling him what he already knows
    • Isak doesn’t use his instagram much, but Even always leaves cute little comments sometimes just a lil heart emoji. he especially leaves cute comments on the photo Isak posts of Even, things along the lines of wow what a good looking boyfriend you have you must be happy ;)
    • Even definitely looked at all the older things Isak was tagged in, and he even buys Eva a muffin at school as thanks for posting all those things with Isak in because they are a fucking gift
    • Even literally can’t get over how much of a baby Isak looked just a year ago??????????? sometimes he looks at Isak for ages until Isak can’t take it any more and asks what Even wants and Even just shows Isak one of those photos from Eva’s instagram and he’s just like how was this a year ago what the fuck Isak you look 12 I don’t understand this is keeping me up at night

JUST EVEN AND ISAK BEING THEIR CUTE SELVES ON SOCIAL MEDIA AS WELL AS IN THE REAL WORLD!!!

i have wanted to design armor for davesprite since forever and finally the day has come when i avoid my responsibilities hard enough to produce this golden nightmare??? its not perfect or anything since i have… little to no armor knowledge lol… just gettin the idea out B)

he keeps his sword in his chest instead of a scabbard l o l

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After an eternity, me and @ketlingr finally found the time for another round of our little prompt game! And well, since @ketlingr suggested using a song as inspiration this time, I immediately thought of Fading by William Bolton (which is 100% @hello-shellhead‘s fault by the way) and now here we are. 

It was surprisingly hard to write and didn’t turn out the way I wanted it to but it is what it is I guess. Which Tony working through the events of CW. More or less. 

Check out @tonystarkstoga for all the other prompts we’ve already written!


felt so good when i closed that door”–Fading by William Bolton

Eventually, inevitably, the former Avengers are reunited.


“Tony.”


Tony would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about it. This. Every time he had reread Steve’s letter. Every time he had woken up at night, sweaty and shaking, throat hoarse from screaming. Every time the oh so innocent looking phone had rung.

Every time he hadn’t answered it.

There had been hatred in the beginning. And rage. A lot of angry words he had screamed at the walls. More drinks than Tony cared to remember. Countless glasses smashed. Because the hurt was too much to be kept inside, needed to be spread. Needed to hurt someone, something else.

Eventually the fury had faded. Tony had tried to hold on to it, tried to keep the hot flames alive in his heart, because as destructive as the fire was, anything was better than the cold. But anger required energy. And energy was hard enough to come by as it was, these days.

It didn’t dissipate exactly. Because Tony–a better man, maybe, could have let it go, but Tony was never going to be that man. He couldn’t.

He just–focused on other things. Less hurtful, less tiring, more important things. Preparing Earth for a threat it wasn’t willing to acknowledge, for example.

The time and distance–helped. For the most part.

Sometimes a stray thought or a throw-away comment would bring Steve to Tony’s mind again. Made him recall the last time they didn’t talk–because they had never, in all their years of working together, found a way to truly talk with each other–the last fight where everything had gone wrong–

Except that wasn’t quite true, was it? Things had been wrong long before they ever entered that abandoned bunker. Long before the Accords had ever become a reality. 

Sometimes Tony still thinks about seeing Steve again. About bashing his skull in with his own fucking shield. About throwing insults and unwelcome truths until he’s hurting just as much. Like maybe it will soothe the burn of Tony’s own wounds. 

(It won’t. He knows that.)

Sometimes Tony thinks about shaking Steve’s hand. About hugging him. About walking side by side.

(Those times he hates the most.)


Of all the things that happened in those messed-up days–Rhodey’s fall, Spiderman’s quip, his mother’s last moments alive–it’s Steve’s face that really stands out.

His expression when he looked at Tony.

‘He’s my friend.’

Tony rubs at the phantom ache in his chest. As though he can erase it, if only he puts enough pressure on. But. Unlike the rage, the bitter taste of betrayal, of dashed dreams and disappointed expectations, never faded.

It’s not as all-consuming anymore, but it’s still there, lingering in the back of his mind. Present.

Tony thinks less and less often about it. But.

It doesn’t fade.


“Tony,” Steve says. Hesitation, discomfort, wariness, hope flashing across his face in dizzying succession.

And Tony. Tony remembers drunk evenings and tears he couldn’t bring himself to cry. Remembers jokes and claps on the shoulder, and hits that hurt even when they missed their intended target.

Tony has lost a lot of himself in the past year. For Steve. Because of Steve. For reasons utterly unrelated to Steve. But he hasn’t forgotten how good they were together. He hasn’t forgotten how easily they fell apart. And letting go of the pain, the bitterness, the ugly spite–Tony has never been that good a man.

“Captain Rogers.”

No fury. No accusation. No insults. No welcome.

No inflection at all.

(Some things fade. Some things remain.)


For those of you who don’t know the song, give it a shot! It’s really good and reminds me very much of Tony post CW. Despite it being the prompt though this ficlet is only vaguely inspired by it, I’m afraid. 

Experiment 13067 (Bucky Barnes)

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2457

Summary: The Avengers go on a mission to take down another Hydra base when they find their new, latest experiment.

Author’s note: This is my first Bucky fic being posted on this blog, I’m so excited. I hope you enjoy and please leave feedback!

Warnings: fighting, enhanced!reader

Tags: @sebstanwassup, @stay-wokke

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3




“What is so urgent that I had to be interrupted from my shower, Tony?” Natasha asked, her voice veiled thick with annoyance as the tips of her wet hair dripped water on the floor.

Tony Stark didn’t react much to her tone, as he was used to the quips of the sassy assassin when things didn’t go her way. Though she was the only one who asked, it wasn’t hard to tell how everyone at the long table felt the same as the fiery redhead.

“Fury has just informed me of a new discovery from our friends at Hydra of one of their largest bases yet; one of our undercover S.H.E.I.L.D agents just got transferred to a Hydra base in Northern Russia,” Tony explained, showing the team a series of photos and maps and documents projected by a few simple swipes on Tony’s wrist piece. Bucky’s jaw clenched at the mention of Hydra and the photographs of their faces, causing Steve’s hand to land on his shoulder sympathetically. Tony, meanwhile, continued debriefing the others.

“I’ll explain more on the quinjet, but we leave in twenty minutes. Our agents have some more discoveries that are sort of unsettling.” Tony squashed the hologram and with that, excused the meeting. Everyone stood quickly and rushed to their rooms to get dressed as Steve stopped Bucky outside the meeting room.

“Bucky-”

“Steve.” They said at almost the same time. Bucky continued. “You’ve said it yourself: the best revenge on Hydra is shutting it down. I’m going on this mission.”

Steve pursed his lips in a thin line, searching his friend’s eyes for any hesitance. He found none. Captain America took a deep breath and nodded, telling the Winter Soldier to make sure to tell him if he wasn’t comfortable with anything. An exasperated Yes, Steve sent the blonde super soldier on his way to get ready.

On the jet approximately fifteen minutes later, Bucky was the last person to arrive. Already sat and buckled were Steve, Natasha, Clint, Sam, and Wanda. Tony stood in the center with his arms crossed, causing Bucky to seat himself quickly beside Wanda, the youngest of the Avengers.

“Jarvis, commence autopilot. Pull us up as quickly as possible,” Tony instructed, grabbing onto a bar instinctively as Jarvis began flying the Quinjet, the door to the jet shutting simultaneously.

“Now that everyone is here, we can continue with the briefing,” Tony said with a deep breath, appearing more stressed than usual. As silence took over the jet, Tony pulled up more holograms, this time being an x-ray of someone.

“This is Experiment 13076. Female, aged twenty-something, but no one really knows. They’ve had her for quite a few years now, trying new experiments on her until one worked about a year and a half ago. Since then, they’ve been training her and creating new serums to enhance her even more. If you look at her right arm, along her forearm is this thin wire. This wire is controlled by her mind, coming out at will at the base of her palm as a whip. Even with only a year of training she also has been abducted by Hydra for the majority of her life, which means she most likely has more combat training than we can imagine.”

At the mention of this girl’s past being trained as a weapon, both Natasha and Bucky blinked, trying to keep their faces composed.

“Our mission is to extract Experiment 13076, in addition to destroying the base and taking a few of their serums and documents. Just grab anything that looks like scientific research. And, if I forgot to mention,” Tony added, “No survivors.”


Against the furthest wall of a pitch black room, lay a woman dressed in thin clothes that did next to nothing to protect her from the bone-chilling temperature of the room. The fact that the entire room was made of metal (excluding the raggedy mattress that she laid on) did nothing but worsen the coldness. At times the serums injected in her every few weeks would cause her to not feel it, a side effect that she wished hadn’t faded a few days ago. She found that when the serum’s side effects stopped working, sleeping was the best thing to do to distract herself.

The loud screech of the old metal door working against the rusted hinges brought her out of her light slumber. The woman rolled off her side and sat on the edge of the bare bed smoothly, squinting her eyes at the harsh light being let in. The Hydra agent reached his hand for something outside the door outside of her room and the woman closed her eyes to brace for the light. A single light source from the tall ceiling illuminated her room in white light as the agent shut the heavy door. When he turned back around and quickly walked towards her, she noticed the thick needle filled with a light green liquid in his hand. Instinctively, she smoothed down her hair and moved it to one side of her neck, where countless injections had entered the skin where her neck and shoulder met.

Be quiet, Soldier,” the agent instructed in a Russian whisper. She kept still and clenched her jaw to prevent herself from making a noise as the large needle entered her neck. She felt the serum run through her veins slowly, burning her body beneath her skin. It felt like ants were crawling inside her, her skin setting ablaze as the serum worked almost immediately.

Soldier,” the man said again.

Ready to comply,” the girl said in fluent Russian, sitting before the Hydra agent. His eyebrows furrowed together in worry, contrary to the girl’s stone cold expression.

This serum prevents you from feeling pain. The Enemy has found us. Kill them. Do not let them take you. Hail Hydra,” the man said, grinning as his tongue pulled a tooth from the front of his mouth and chewed it, cyanide from the fake bone killing him fairly quickly.

The woman watched the agent fall to the floor and foam drip out of his mouth emotionlessly. She stared into the cold brown eyes of the dead man before she stepped over him, leisurely making her way to the door and swinging open the heavy metal with much less struggle than the dead man on the floor had had.

The woman looked around herself and saw the alarm lights on, a quiet hum of the alarm bell ringing in time with the lights flashing on and off. The orange lights turned the tan walls a different color, the halls’ normal blinding white light much dimmer due to the emergency situation.

The Enemy has found us, she pondered. Had it been over ten years ago when she was abducted, she would have thought Hydra to be the enemy; now, brainwashed with the words Hail Hydra, she knew it was anyone and everyone against Hydra that was her enemy.

With these thoughts in mind, Experiment 13076 felt her hands open slightly, ready to bare her whip when she found the Enemy. She wondered if she would finally come face to face with one of Hydra’s most notorious enemies, Captain America. The second she would come face to face with that man she would toss her whip right across his face, destroying his pompous smirk. America’s Golden Boy would return to the States as an ugly corpse, just as the rest of his Avengers team. At the mere thought of honoring her Creators so greatly, her hands burned in anticipation.


Captain America and the Winter Soldier knew they were getting close. The further into the heart of the maze-like building they went, the more agents they encountered. Agent Romanoff and Clint had already found their serums in a lab and were in the process of getting all of them to the jet as carefully as possible; Steve and Bucky, on the other hand, were on the hunt for a tortured and dangerous woman.

As they went deeper into the halls, they peered into each metal door they passed. Small rectangular windows with bright, nearly blinding lights illuminated empty rooms and dead bodies of Hydra agents. They stopped when they found a door larger, more suspicious than the rest.

This door was open, much more dimly lit on the inside. Steve noticed there was no window on the door, and the room was much smaller and vacant. Bucky’s eyes were trained on the dead Hydra soldier on the floor, still drooling foam and spit as if he had had a seizure. Steve, however, knew better. He had killed himself, but for why?

“This was probably her room,” Steve told Bucky. “One bed, dim lights, lights from the outside; Hydra wouldn’t treat its agents like that. Their experiments, however… She must be close, he just recently died.”

“This is spooky, Steve,” Bucky commented, feeling chills on the back of his neck. Small hairs rose in time with the alarm bell ringing dully, his ears not picking up on the light footsteps down the hall from him and around the corner. What he and Steve did hear was the cracking sound of a whip come down on Bucky’s leg.

Bucky screamed as he was pulled from under himself and dragged, his right ankle burning and pulsing all the way up his leg. The rough cement floor burned against his exposed forearms and palms as he was dragged, clawing onto the floor to get some type of leverage.

“Bucky!” Steve called out, running back into the hall to watch his friend get dragged roughly. His eyes followed the whip wrapped around his friend’s leg up to a small hand at the end of the hallway. Steve angled his shield and focused on aiming, tossing it like a frisbee through the air and hitting the person’s wrist. The whip retreated back into the hand, leaving Steve wide-eyed at the end of the hallway. He caught his shield and watched the person reveal themselves. Bucky sprinted back to Steve and ignored the sharp pain in his ankle, staring at the person at the end of the hall.

“Guess this Experiment 13076,” Steve said in shock. Bucky’s lips parted, mirroring the Captain’s expression.

The woman at the end of the hall recognized her name and tilted her head creepily. She stared down the pair, laughing dryly.

“I will have much fun playing with you two,” she teased. Slowly, she took four steps forward, doing little to close the space between the three.

“The rogue traitor,” she hissed the last word towards Bucky, “and America’s Golden Boy. Captain. Soldat.”

She pretended to grab the ends of a dress and bowed. She stood back up straight and her eyes glowed bright green, a color identical to the serum in her veins. She smirked, showing off her imperfect teeth.

“If only my weak Creators could see me slay you. But, I will be just as satisfied with or without an audience.” She spoke in perfect English, despite her thick Russian accent.

She licked her lips and smirked again, her arms bending towards her body before flicking back out again, thick metal wires exiting her skin at the bottom of her palms. Experiment 13076 lost her evil smirk and her head tilted down as her eyes focused solely on the two super soldiers standing only feet away from her.

“I cannot express how long I’ve dreamed of this,” she said quietly, barely audible under the constant hum of the alarm tone.

“Did you dream of this?” Bucky said abruptly, “or did they put it into your head that you needed to?”

The woman’s fingers wrapped around her whips. “They saved me,” she said, almost sounding like she was trying to convince herself.

“No.” Bucky shook his head. “They killed you.”

The Experiment’s lip twitched in anger before the soldiers charged at her. She threw her whips out with both arms, hitting Bucky’s human bicep but being deflected by Captain America’s shield before it could hit Steve himself. Steve wrapped his hand around your metal whip and yanked it forward, half expecting her to cry out in pain but she only reacted by pulling back to keep upright. In an effort to pull her left arm’s whip out of the blonde’s grip, she pulled a few inches of her whip back inside her arms and spin around, out of reach and too quick for both of her enemies to catch her.

As she finished spinning on her heels, she threw her right arm out and hit Bucky’s shins, causing him to collapse under himself. He grunted in surprise while the Experiment wrapped her whips around both of Captain America’s legs and pulled him forward until he was on the ground in front of her. She dropped to her knees over his body, straddling the much larger man. She grunted as she threw her body into her punches to make them stronger; after about six punches the serum caused her to fail to notice her knuckles breaking after hitting the man repeatedly. As she raised her left hand for another punch, she was tackled off Captain America and pinned down by the one she hated most.

Bucky Barnes’ knees held down the girl’s wrists, causing her whips to fall limply to the floor before retracting back into her palms. She grunted and yelled at the ex-assassin to get off her but her attempts were futile. Under her screaming, Bucky and Captain spoke into their comms and told the team they had Experiment 13067. Natasha, already with the rest of the team on the quinjet, read a few notable things off the Experiment’s file, including her real name. In the midst of her screaming, Bucky looked down at the girl he had pinned under his legs and looked at her calmly.

“Y/N?” Bucky asked. Upon hearing the name, the girl pinned beneath him froze.

“What did you just call me?” she asked.

“Y/N. Is that your name?” Bucky repeated. He watched as her whips slowly eased out of her skin. As her arms wiggled more, Bucky leaned down and held her hands in his, immediately feeling her whips wrap around his wrists.

“Don’t you ever call me that!” she roared, screaming out in pain as her whips tossed the heavy Winter Soldier in the air, Captain America’s fast reflexes letting him rush over to Bucky and catch him before he hit the ground. By the time the Winter Soldier and Captain America looked up, Experiment 13067, or Y/N as Natasha had told them over the comms from her files, was gone.

anonymous asked:

headcanon percy accidentally drinks some kind of truth syrum or someone from the apollo cabin made him say everything he was truly thinking for a week. From random thoughts to the more intimate ones ;)

what is it with me today that all headcanons turn into little monsters o.o?

  • So, not sure if you are aware, but Apollo is also the god of truth. hmm. 
  • let’s just imagine Percy has done something to piss him off, and because Apollo is a little shit, he curses Percy like this
  • Percy has no filter under normal circumstances, this is just much worse
  • The first person he goes to is Will, because he’s one of the persons Percy trusts the most and he isn’t afraid of accidentally spilling his secrets to Will
  • that changes when Will checks if Percy is, part from the curse, alright, and he is just tilting up Percy’s head when Percy mumbled “I used to think a lot about kissing you.” (and wow, the infirmary has never gotten so silent so fast)
  • Will is amused though, thank the gods, and he asks Percy what stopped him from trying and Percy doesn’t have an answer, he just stares
  • In the end, Will has no way to reverse the curse, but at least Percy is physically fine, so Will advises him to avoid people until it’s worn off
  • (but Percy is an idiot, so he doesn’t)
  • Within a day everyone in camp knows that Percy is not, in fact, straight, which is not much of a surprise to many people
  • he admits to a lot of things that are amusing: how he used to imagine that blue food would give him his powers, like potions in video games, and how he knows every line to an endless number of disney songs, and that he really likes Nico’s hair (which he tells him by standing next to Nico and twirling a strand between his fingers) ad that he would totally do Jason if he asked
  • and then suddenly things become much less funny
  • Percy whispers quietly about how he is still shaking with nightmares more nights than not, how he never tells anyone because he doesn’t want to be a burden and how he feels a deep, dark rage within himself sometimes that scares him shitless. how he is extremely afraid about losing people and always considers pushing them away and keeping them even closer at the same time, how guilty he feels about never having noticed Nico’s feelings and that he still blames himself for Bianca’s death.
  • By the third day, Percy stops leaving his cabin altogether. Last evening, he admitted that he knows Annabeth is still scared because of the darkness she’d seen inside him and that he knows that it’s the real reason they broke up and that he’s having a hard time even understanding what the difference between his feelings for her and his feelings for his friends are because it’s all one big mess (at this point, Percy had started crying silently, turning his back so no one would see)
  • In the afternoon, Nico comes by with some food for Percy, and Jason is there soon after
  • Percy can’t stop himself from telling them that he likes being close to them, in a physical ‘please hug me’ kind of way, but at the same time, he also admits that he just wants them to go before he can spill all that is left of the secrets he keeps.
  • they are having none of it, and promise they won’t say a word, so Percy doesn’t get provoked into talking too, and then they just cuddle up with him to calm him down.
  • Will brings food in the evening, after he get out of the infrmary, and he’s not even surprised to see Nico and Jasonn there too.
  • over the next few days Percy admits to a lot of small things, but the worst ones are already out, so he manages to relax a little again.
  • Percy tells Will, who is the only one to have actually known Luke out of the three, about the feelings he’s had for him, and the hurt he’s still feeling because Luke’s gone and somehow, the curse is starting to be less of a burden because getting things like this one off his chest feels good.
  • Nico is the first to start offering secrets in return, to everyone’s surprise, but he can tell how much it weighs Percy down to be the only one vulnerable and in the end, it’s only fair.
  • the four of them have one of the most heartfelt conversations Percy has had and will have in his life, so many secrets out in the open, and even though there are many things hard to admit to, by the end of it all, they are so much closer than before.
  • (it’s only when they wake up all curled up together the next morning that Percy realises his curse had already worn off and the fact that at least some secrets he shared willingly makes him feel a lot better )
God Is For You (And What That Means)

            Today’s world is one of constant support. We wear t-shirts with the name brand we like best and proudly boast jerseys with the name of our favorite players. We put bumper stickers on our car that display our political affiliation and can easily share it on Facebook or Instagram whenever we go out to eat at a restaurant or to exercise in the gym.  Yes, we live in a world where we are constantly supporting some cause or brand, so why is it is so hard for us to understand that God is for us.

            Now we need to be careful with this. This statement, which people will tout with verses like Romans 8:31 that says, “If God is for us, who can be against us?” but we miss the context of those verses. Paul, who wrote the letter to the Romans, was talking about God being for us in the context of His mercy and grace. He wasn’t talking about your relationship with your boyfriend working out or you passing all you college exams. However, in the context of eternal life and salvation, these seem like small things. We can take comfort in knowing that whatever hardships we face (and Paul lists some big examples such as persecution and famine), God does not withhold his forgiveness from us based on our circumstances.

            So imagine next time your struggling with temptation, or when your wondering if you’ve done the right thing, that God is next to you, tweeting His support for you, tagging you in photos saying, “This person right here, there with me.” And even though we may get tempted by sin, or fall on hard times, we are still conquerors because the blood of Christ has redeemed us.

            Take for example a woman named Rahab. In Joshua 2, she hides some Israelite spies who are trying to infiltrate Jericho. Rahab was a prostitute. She had lived a life that that was not honorable to God among a people who did not believe in the God of the Bible. Yet, Rahab saves the spies, hides them in her home, and when the Israelites later take over the city, they spare her. She later goes on to become an ancestor of Jesus. Do you see how amazing that is? God didn’t look at her and call her worthless. Despite her history and background, God was for her. Her faith in God was all that was required to save her from dire circumstances.

            God’s support is not support for our sin. We can’t go on living a sinful life knowing His great love for us. Additionally, God’s support is not support of whatever we want in life. I am sure that when the walls were falling around Jericho, Rahab must have wondered if she had made a mistake trusting God’s plan. But as Paul says in Hebrews 11:40, “God had planned something better for us” and we can have confidence in His plan.

            So what are you struggling with? Finances? A relationship? Something that feels like it will destroy everything you’ve worked so hard for? Know that this might happen (although I pray it doesn’t). But when we feel frustrated with the path set before us, we can trust that the route we walk ends with eternal life in Heaven with Jesus. God is for us, and knowing that, who can ever stop us?

Someone wanted me to talk about my fav pokemon ship moments

#5 pikachu and misty are also so close he even has a pika speak for her

#4 is the moments where when misty maybe in danger Ash always pulls her away

#3 the dance. Just how he looked at her when she came out

#2 I find advanceshipping misty was older and had more responsibilities being gym leader but she always still supported Ash 

#1 Look how proud she is. I find it cute before she would tease him about being Pokemon master and then she just smiles fondly

Advanceshipping

Advanceshipping was there but then it cooled down but when she returned in sinnoh it was like it was back

#5 when he placed his hands on her shoulder and said to go leave him to take care of max

#4 Ash in his first contest and he was good enough to split with her! It was a great battle to end the bf series

#3 How concerned he was of her when they couldn’t find manaphy


#2 This whole movie was like an advanceshipping movie besides may she bond with manaphy


#1 I didn’t think think they would even carry the ribbon around and when may says the ribbon has helped her and reminded her of ashs encouragement had to be the best moment

Pearlshipping

It was hard to get over advanceshipping but pearlshipping was a great follow up

Their theme is mainly how I need sync they were with each other

The high fives were there thing

#4 That cute reunion look how playful they were

#3 even when he was I never thought with his a simple shove he was better

#2 they were the best tag battle partners

#1 the support if a girl dresses up in an outfit and cheers this hard for you keep her

I like negaishipping but there wasn’t much much hints so I’ll go to  amourshipping 

Amourshipping was a special ship becaUse her feelings were so apparent and cute. 

#5 that blush looking at the picture, even though others were in it she slid over more to Ash and was staring at it for a while

#4 how upset she got at Ash. It wasn’t the Ash she was in love with. The ash that made her want to find him when she started her adventure 


#3 He’s pays attention

He always seemed to help her over and he noticed she was wearing the ribbon 

#2 literally young love

#1 not the kiss but his reaction like he finally understands