a hassle because of other people

anonymous asked:

I need the story of the Underground Shakespearian Ring

Okay, so the school I went to for 9th grade had this really bizarre grading setup that I still don’t understand- for some reason, instead of the teachers writing up and grading tests and exams and the like, all the work was sent to an unknown third party for them to grade??? It made no sense.

Now, for the most part, the school had decent teachers, and they would just teach the curriculum correctly and then you wouldn’t run into problems with the grading. My English teacher was not one of those teachers.

So like, she hated me pretty early on- she was my homeroom teacher and thought it was disrespectful that I slept in homeroom in the mornings (I was on sleeping pills and they never wore off completely until around 10am), I never had the vocab homework in on time (someone kept breaking into my locker and stealing my vocab books I had to buy a new one like five times), she thought it was “inherently pessimistic and stuck up” when she caught me reading a book called ‘Ninth Grade Slays’ (it was about vampires, not her?), and during our Greek Mythology unit I kept correcting her about the name pronunciations of the gods (she pronounced Hephaestus as Hepatitis one time holy shit). 

Anyway, her feelings on me aside, her teaching skills were shoddy at best. But I had had way worse teachers, so had the rest of the class, and Greek myths are pretty straight-up in what’s going on, so no one really had trouble with the third-party tests.

Then we get to the Romeo and Juliet unit.

Now, fun fact: Shakespeare has always come pretty easily to me. Like, to the point where I sometimes forget/fail to understand that other people have an incredibly hard time translating his works. (I told this whole story to my friends in the school I went to for 10th/11th/12th grade and when the drama department put on ‘Midsummers Night Dream’ one year, more than half the cast tried to get me to translate their scripts and monologues for them lmao).

So, anyway, I’m just a girl, reading Romeo and Juliet and digging how it’s going…and then the teacher starts ‘translating’ it.

Um.

I cannot sift through all the bullshit this woman was spewing, but let’s just say that my favorite part is during Romeo’s spew about Rosaline, there’s one part where he says something like ‘with cupid’s arrow/she hath diane’s will’, and the teacher was taking this to mean Rosaline was a Super Lesbian who was breaking the law or something and running away with her lover Diane, which would be a rad storyline, sure, but like…I’m just raising my hand like “Um Ma’am, Diana is the Roman goddess of chastity. What Romeo meant is that she told him she’s sworn off love and is probably becoming a nun?” and this woman just got. So angry. Like, excuse me, you are a student, you’re here to learn, so you clearly don’t know anything about this (I read Romeo and Juliet for the first time in like preschool whoops). Anyway, she continues on making up her own plot to the play, and I…well I was basically Hermione Fucking Granger at this point I couldn’t just sit there and listen to someone be this wrong about something omfg??? She just got angrier and angrier and stopped calling on me after a while.

So for a couple lessons I’m just left to seethe quietly, but one day after class this girl I knew since grade school came up to me and was like “Could you…? Tell me what the hell we’re supposed to be learning?” and I didn’t even like her but I liked the validation of being someone’s Chosen Teacher so I wrote out a summary for her of everything we had covered so far so she could actually write a comprehendible essay for our homework that night.

But THEN the during the class when we got our essays back, she made a HUGE DEAL, like ‘oh Molly, it wasn’t bad enough that you’ve been failing this course material, now you have to drag your friends into it by trying to re-write the play?’ (l m a o). Like this bitch had literally tried to fight me on ‘Paris is the guy Juliet’s father wants her to marry’ and she didn’t even put a grade on my essay where I said the play only ended in tragedy because of how young and naïve the kids were, that if they had taken a breather and thought things through it probably would’ve been fine (it was a damn good essay and I stand by it). But anyway, she’s trying to make me out to my classmate’s as someone who’s trying to sabotage their education for laughs.

This backfired on her.

See, it dawned on people one by one, that she was only teaching the wrong material -> so they wouldn’t know the right material -> so when they eventually would take the exams they would only have her crazy answers -> which the third party graders wouldn’t know about -> everyone fails this course that’s like half the overall grade of the year.

Most students consider that a problem.

So suddenly the class has decided I’m the fucking Shakespeare Whisperer or something, and one by one start begging me for help. At first I was confused, because as I said, it’s so easy for me that I didn’t realize literally the entire class was lost out of their asses here. omfg. So I was really getting hassled here but I didn’t want my entire class to fail you know???? So I started meeting with people during study halls or texting them after school so they knew what was going on. And then they started telling people in this teacher’s other classes, including upperclassmen who were lost as fuck, so this was quickly spiraling out of control on my end, but overall people were really starting to understand the plays better!! So I was feeling really great.

But then, the teacher noticed that none of the homework getting handed in to her matched up with her crazy translations, and knew I was the sole person to blame (naturally). She literally tried to get me suspended over this, she went to the school’s disciplinarian!

Note: This guy, Mr. C, knew I was a God damn angel- my science class was off the charts, inappropriately awful, so every time one of our science teacher’s wanted to give the entire class detention, instead of calling Mr. C up to the class room as was the rule, they’d send me down to get him so he’d know to write up every student except for me. So when my English teacher dragged me in there he was looking her like “What on Earth could this girl have possibly done to piss you off?” 😂😂

And when she explained he looked at her for a very long moment, glanced at me with a signature ‘Office’ Reaction Face™ , turned back to her and was like “You want her suspended…for starting a study group?” and I was CHOKING.

So that really pissed her off and they started fighting and this was a very overworked and Done man so at some point he gave up and was like “I’m not suspending her but fine we can put a ban on the study group if you leave my office” omfg. So all the other students get notified and now they’re back to freaking out about the upcoming exams.

So like two days later, I’m at lunch, complaining about this to one of my friends who had a different English teacher and thus no problem, and I’m on this whole angry rant (Because I’m pissed, a bunch of kid’s grades are gonna get fucked up because of this! They just wanted to do well! I just wanted to help them!) and my friends staring at me quietly the whole time and when I finish I’m like “What?” and she’s just like “…Molly did you literally start up Dumbledore’s Army in our fucking school?” and I died on scene.

But then I started thinking about the comparison and I was like? You know fucking what? If Harry Potter can get those kids to pass their fucking DADA test I can help kids pass their fucking English Exam. Bring it the fuck on, Umbridge.

So I started Spreading The Word that anyone who needs help with their Shakespeare course can still get help, we just all need to meet up once to hash out the details. After some back and forth notes and deliberations, we ended up meeting in the school library, which was hilarious for a few reasons:

1) It was directly across the hall from this teacher’s classroom.

2) It was actually a converted janitors closet, way smaller than all the other classrooms, and there were like 50 people shoved in there; Not exactly an ideal Room of Requirement

3) The library carried no Shakespeare texts, but had the entire Harry Potter series on display to see when you first walked in

But anyway, despite the fact that we were literally three feet away from her door while we were doing this, our teacher was none the wiser of the meeting. We worked out a game plan- everyone writes out bullshit essays that align with what the teacher’s expecting. After she grades those and gives them back, they get them to me- slipping them in my locker, handing it to me discreetly in the halls or in another class, what have you. I then try to power through the dizzying amount of confusion radiating out of the teacher’s mouth and onto these papers, and more or less write out better translation of what was going on in whatever scene they covered, what the highlights they needed to know were, stuff like that, and then slip it back to them in similar discreet fashion (so the teacher/disciplinarian wouldn’t see me and get suspicious ; also because I was like 15 and wanted to feel like a super cool secret agent). They would then keep my copies and use them as study guides for the upcoming exams, where they would then answer all the questions correctly, the way the third party graders would mark correctly, and pass the exams + the bullshit essays would get them high marks in the teacher’s homework grades. The teacher never caught on to what was happening, just thought her students finally started paying attention to her.

All in all, it was a complicated mess, but it fucking worked. I don’t think anyone failed their exams that year. Will I ever be cooler? No. I think I fucking peaked when I was 15.

fun parts about being trans
  • relatives treating you like a bomb at family gatherings; like you’re just some controversy that exists to make holiday dinners more awkward for everyone else
  • feeling like each time you go to the bathroom other people think you’re making a political statement
  • not being able to defend yourself when people disrespect you because they’ll think it’s funny if you get offended
  • people acting like your existence is an inconvenience for them- like your name and pronouns are a hassle- like it’s your fault.
  • having cis people tell you what “gives you away” like you haven’t already spent every moment of your life hating your body
  • they laugh at your confidence and they laugh at your insecurities. you feel like no matter what you do, you’ll be laughed at.
  • knowing that no amount of hormones will change your height, your hips, your hands…
  • hearing “attack helicopter gender” jokes and “bun/buns/bunself pronouns” jokes and “did you just assume my gender” jokes and “traps are gay” jokes and knowing that people see you as the punchline for each and every one
  • watching people go out of their way to tell you that they’d never be attracted to someone like you, and realizing that they want you to validate their repulsions
  • knowing that people will always see you as a trans (man) first and as a man second
  • fighting the urge to scream every time you see a mirror because you know the exact location of every little flaw and you despise all of them 
  • wanting to vomit when you come across old photos
  • missing out on so many things because you were been too busy feeling trapped in your own skin
  • feeling like you were deprived of a childhood by the person you weren’t supposed to be
  • everyone telling you that you should empathize with transphobes because, really, don’t they have a point??
  • “you’ll always be [deadname] to me”
  • cis people constantly measuring you up against their standards for what a trans person //should// look like
  • hearing well-meaning cis people call you “they” because calling you “he” is too hard for them to stomach
  • you can’t get upset when complete strangers ask you invasive questions about your genitals, your transition, your sex life, ect. because the instant a cis person deems you ‘rude’ your pronouns become 'optional’.
  • wondering if forcing yourself back into the closet would be worth it because you’re tired of dealing with people’s reactions

“ENGLAND!…..Sukidazo..”

I don’t blame him at all England is a terrifying person in this.

The context is America is trying to break it to England that he wants to be his own country and not be apart of England anymore.

America keeps trying to say it but is to scared to that’s why he is acting so strangely is flailing around and scared.

England of course later on in the scene doesn’t take it well at all.

So I said that other clip will be my last GW post but this is my last.

This is only for context.

beesenji  asked:

Do you have any advice on keeping cats in doors that just... don't seem interested in any enrichment you give them indoors? Sorry if that sounds really confusing, I'm having trouble putting it into words. But my childhood cat (may she rest peacefully), was an outdoor indoor cat, she was adopted to be a mouser and we lived on farm land sort of. And she would not play with ANYTHING except for like, twist ties. And she had no interest in anything else besides sleeping and love. (cont)

I actually consider us very lucky that she loved being pet, lol. But she was always wanting to go outside, except for when she got too old and sick. And there didn’t seem to be anything I could do to make being inside as interesting? Is there anything you’d suggest for I guess more uh, difficult to amuse cats? I fully agree cats should be inside unless under supervision. This cat disappeared for long periods of time, TWICE. But because when she stopped eating mice, she got very sick. (cont)  So with our new cat that adopted us, my folks won’t keep her inside, because they want her outside hunting mice and staying healthy from what they provide for her. Except we could do that fine with wet food because we know that now, and didn’t with Diamond. It’s quite frustrating! Any advice you’d have for more “difficult” kitties would be much appreciated!

So, I am by no means an expert on cat behavior, and I’ve been lucky in that my cats have adjusted well and don’t seem to struggle with the enrichment we provide to them (they don’t try to dart outside or anything). The main thing I can think to recommend, and I think this is what works for our household, is actually another cat. The cats honestly keep each other entertained and stimulated more than anything we provide to them. They thrive on the companionship first and foremost. Cats are social creatures, it’s why they form colonies when feral, except for the occasional solitary cat (as with dogs, some just won’t dig others, and that’s fine).

I also think enrichment toys where the cat has to work for their food might help; they make a lot of toys and items like that now where the cat has to use natural play and hunting instincts to get their food out of the toy; it helps them to slow down if a cat is a fast eater, but it also just generally helps them get that hunting instinct out, makes them work for their food like a cat might if it was hunting mice. Puzzle feeding toys and whatnot are great for mental stimulation!

Keep towers and trees and platforms high up, for kitties who love to be up and express their climbing instincts. Cats seem to prefer to sleep and rest up off of the ground. And our cats love having hidey-holes and tunnels and dark places they can go and chase each other into and such. They also make moving toys, like we have this little battery-powered mouse that will skitter across the floor and our cats seem to LOVE that; a mouser might be interested in a toy like that, that is constantly moving around and they can experience the “chase” as it were? Trick it into thinking it’s getting actual prey, haha.

And one big part of transitioning a cat indoors that prefers being outside is honestly just ignoring their pleas to go outside and eventually they’ll give it up and find ways to entertain themselves indoors. Like a dog, though, you can make the experience positive for them with treats and nice things, little constantly-moving fountains are lovely for cats to get their water from and maybe things like cat grass would appease them some? My followers may have better advice, because again, I haven’t dealt with this myself, mainly because I think in our multi-cat household, they keep each other stimulated and content. I also don’t know how reputable this source is but it hits on some good key points, too, it looks like:
http://www.catbehaviorassociates.com/what-is-environmental-enrichment-and-why-does-your-cat-need-it/

Hopefully that helps sooooome and if my followers have anything to add, please do!

Like when we transitioned Caspian into being indoor-only, I thought it was going to be such a hassle because he LOVED to hunt and kill outside and never was very people-affectionate. And even now he sticks to himself most of the time, but he seems to have adjusted well enough to indoor life, and he loves interacting with the other cats and the dogs when he’s feeling playful. Oddly enough, that little loser loves to play with, hunt, and bunny-kick tennis balls??? Maybe it’s the texture, maybe it’s that they roll and he gets to “chase” them, but he just adores playing with the dogs’ tennis balls. Little weirdo! XD

An Open Letter to Pixelberry

Dear @playchoices

I’m writing in the vain hopes that you might stumble across this post and take the time to read what I have to say. I know that you (the person who is reading this post in particular) and the rest of your team are busy beavers writing away for us, your beloved fans. But I sincerely hope (and again in vain) that you could spare a few minutes to hear me out. On my end, I will try to be as diplomatic as I possibly can be.

Before I begin this letter, I would like to offer some details about my own personal context. I’m currently a part-time student and I also have a stable job which keeps me incredibly busy. The very few moments I have to myself, I spend playing Choices because it gives me a temporary escape from the very stressful world I live in. So yes, I’m a very big fan of your app and have been for almost a year now. It’s addicting and I find it to be very well-written (compared to some of the other apps of similar nature– for all intents and purposes I shall redact any other information about these apps). As a fan (from the Philippines, might I add) I look forward to certain days in the week when I know that my favorite stories will be released. In addition to that, I support your app– A LOT. At least once a week, I buy diamonds with my own personal money to unlock scenes of my favorite stories. Instead of using this money to buy coffee, or to have dinner with friends, or even to shop for myself, I buy your diamonds. Being a part-time student, I have to pay for my tuition fee and books with the money I earn from work. So believe me when I say that the spare money I do have is not enough to be spread across different activities. 

This leads me to the first thing I would like to bring up. I’m sure you have noticed that your dear fans are having issues with diamonds and just how stressful it is to spend on some premium items and scenes. I know you have addressed this issue in one of your blog posts. You have said the following:

You’re correct, it is harder for us to change the diamond economy. We have been experimenting with different options that try to balance our ability with making money and giving players a better experience.

This is a very legitimate reason to not be changing the “diamond economy”. Trust me, I understand that. But on your end, I hope you understand how hard it is for fans, just like myself, to fully enjoy our favorite stories without worrying about having no diamonds to spend. Or– as was the case in several instances– spending hard-earned diamonds on half-baked scenes. In fact, there are times when some fans are filled with so much regret because they accidentally spent for a scene they thought would be worth it but was actually not. My point here is that if you are not going to change the diamond economy, at least be judicious in the way you will make us spend our diamonds. Make the scenes worth the amount of diamonds we spent. For instance, this week’s scene in The Royal Romance (a personal favorite of mine) had people spend 18 diamonds for an exclusive scene which many felt was (and I’m really sorry to say this) poorly executed and extremely half-baked. It felt like a devious and underhanded ploy to make the readers of this otherwise wonderful story, spend their diamonds. As I said, I do buy diamonds on a weekly basis so I usually have some diamonds to spend, but that does not mean I am not scrupulous with it. I always take a moment to discern about whether or not a certain choice will be worth it.

On our (the fans) end, we continue to support and buy diamonds from you. On your end, I do hope that you are more understanding of our struggles. Do try harder to make exclusive scenes better and worth it. Or try to at least make the scenes/items match its true worth without padding it. Or, another suggestion would be to stop hinging crucial parts of the story on our ability to spend diamonds. It feels, in many ways, oppressive. What do I mean by this? Recall Endless Summer book 2 (another personal favorite of mine). I, as long with many, many others could not afford to spend for the sheer amount of diamonds demanded for those idols which came out to 132 diamonds (11 idols times 12 diamonds per idol). Since I could not afford this (even with the number of times I do buy diamonds) I wasn’t given a proper explanation to the end of the story. It really felt like because I was not privileged enough to buy hundreds of diamonds (I really cannot afford that), I am not allowed to fully understand the story– and that’s very unfair. 

Are you still with me? Are you still reading on? Well if you are, then the next thing I would like to talk about is Most Wanted book 2. I know your fans give you a lot of shit (excuse my language) about not coming out with a book 2 in over a year. I just want to shed light on (a) where the fans are coming from and (b) something you mentioned in that same blog post I cited earlier. 

So, let’s address part a first. We, your readers, your beloved and loving fans, are composed of a diverse number of people. We come from different backgrounds (like I mentioned, I’m from the Philippines which is not a demographic that I’m sure you get very often). We have different tastes and prefer different stories. But we are united in the fact that we do appreciate your app and all the great stories you have given us. I know that most of us can and will agree on one thing, which is that after a very long time of waiting, we would like to see Most Wanted 2 come to fruition. And we’re not even saying that you must come out with a book like right this second. We understand that you are working on different projects and that the Most Wanted team has been divided among those projects. We respect that because in a way it tells us– or at least it tells me, that you are trying to cater to as many reading preferences as possible. It tells me that you care enough about your fans to want to keep making new stories while continuing some of the old favorites. But for most of us, we would like to know if Most Wanted 2 would happen at all (like for real, not just “maybe someday”). We want to know straight up if it will be a thing or if it’s just another sweet nothing you’re whispering in our ears. And if it is going to be a reality, all we want to know is that you really have some intention of working on it at all. 

You see, there are books which many feel like have dragged on longer than it should have. I know you know what books those are so I won’t mention them anymore. If you combine this with the fact that you have not come out with Most Wanted 2, it makes some of us feel unheard. To put it in another way, I’ll say it bluntly. A lot of your fans are screaming for Most Wanted book 2 and are also screaming for other books to stop carrying on. And it appears that you produce parts 2, 3, and 4 of books that they do not want but are not even bothering to work on the book they absolutely want. 

As for part b, I read in your post about Most Wanted not earning that much for  you guys. In fact this is exactly what you said:

Most Wanted didn’t do as well financially as our other two launch series, so we moved that team onto Endless Summer and LoveHacks, where they could excel at leading new projects.

When I first read it, I couldn’t understand why Most Wanted didn’t do so well financially because so many people love that story so much. And then I realized that it was because you can play the story without having to spend a lot of diamonds. And that’s part of why we love it so much. We played through the story without being hassled so much about needing to spend a ridiculous amount of diamonds. We got to read along as this amazing story unfolded before us and we got to enjoy without having to empty our wallets to unlock a hundred different exclusive scenes. I hope you understand what I’m saying. And really, I hope this doesn’t discourage you from making Most Wanted part 2. 

Anyway, these are the main things I wanted to write to you about. If you’ve reached this part of my letter then I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Thank you. Continue your greatness. I love you guys and your app. Please just take this letter as constructive criticism. It does not mean I love Choices any less. 

This isn’t really a customer story, more of a coworker story. She does shop at the store though, so I suppose she’s a customer.
Here are a few things this woman has done.

So, while I worked at this market, we have a kitchen with 3 chefs. One head, and 2 assistant. I was the baker. The kitchen is in the back, and the market is in the front. So customers can’t see the kitchen or anything.
This lady is a cashier, and during her smoke break she decided to tell me, and 2 other ppl that she gets disability checks from the government. All of us are like ok? Thanks for oversharing.
She then goes and tells us that “she’s so smart she claims disability because it’s a hassle to work with so many stupid people.”
If that’s the case, SIGN ME UP.
That’s just a little taste of how weird this lady is.
Well, the past few weeks before my last day, this lady did even more weird shit.
Our kitchen opens up at 5, because we need an extra hour to set up. Employees in the market are allowed to come in at 6 am, no earlier if they are the morning crew.
Every morning she was scheduled, she’d show up at 5 am and pound on the kitchen door for our chef to let her in. After the first day, the chef tells her that doors open at 6 and he will not let her in. By the 3rd day he aimed the speakers towards her and closed the blinds. By the end of the week, she’s still pounding on the door for a solid hour every day….she calls my boss. At 5 am, when he’s sleeping. She tells him she’s upset she’s not being acknowledged. My boss tells her doors open at 6. No earlier.

So, lady is just inflamed. Every day she calls my boss for the next week, and tells our chef she’s gonna break the window to get inside. Billy, the chef, tells her to go the fuck ahead.

Since THAT didn’t get her what she wanted, for 2 weeks up until the day I left, she was threatening to call the cops on all of us at work. Just so she could get yo work and work an hour extra for her shift.

It’s getting to be winter here, she better bundle up.

camping out for twenty one pilots: a guide

hi! i’ve camped out for six of the seven twenty one pilots shows i’ve been to (ironically the one I didn’t camp out for was the last one), totaling 160 hours spent camping. for my first time camping i was twentieth in line, and for my most recent one, in new york, i was first. being first in line, it fell to me to organize the entire line for that show, so it was a good opportunity to master the practice of lining up. i’ve camped for shows in wisconsin, ohio, new york, and even for their saturday night live performance. i don’t mean to state this in a boastful way- i’ve gotten a few asks about camping out and figured i would put this experience to good use in making a guide for it. if you want to prepare for an upcoming show, or understand the line at your past show better, give it a read. i incorporated all of my experiences, my friends’ experiences, and things i’ve seen online (through an objective scope) into this guide, because no two shows have been the same, in terms of lining up. for the most part, camping comes down to luck: luck with the venue. it’s explained in detail under the readmore.

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@circateas

@undergroundwubwubmaster

This is a little somethin’ for you two cause i love your announcer design and the fact that you put king dice in a dress lol i hope you dont mind but I made this slightly shippy too because…..I will admit it. I ship your announcer with king dice circateas! Lol also I dont know if you have an official name for your announcer so I just used Mic for his name, i hope thats okay.

King dice groaned as he pushed his feet into the stiletto heels Mic had put in front of him. He wobbled a bit as he walked over to the full length mirror and frowned at seeing the dress he had put on. It was strapless and black with gold embroidery along the edges, fishnet lace over the chest and arms with yellow flowers, and a long slit up the thigh of it.

He was going to kill Mic after this.

Walking out of the back room and down the hallway, King Dice took a deep breath then pushed the doors open and walked onto the casino floor. He felt a blush creeping across his face as he walked over to the bar, mainly because people were staring at him. He heard some catcalls and wolf whistles but ignored them.

‘I only have to wear this and serve drinks for two hours. Then I can go kill him.’

King Dice took his place behind the bar and started mixing drinks for the patrons at the bar. A few of them threw him pity looks but others were good natured about the dress and didn’t hassle him.

It didn’t stay that way for long.

King Dice walked over to a black jack table carrying a tray of drinks. The table was crowded with other toons, most of them looking gruff and tough and smoking cigars. As he set the drinks down on the table, he heard chuckling and whispers.

“Hey cutie wanna blow on my dice?” a pirate leered.

“Go blow yourself.” king dice sniffed before turning to put the rest of the drinks down on the table. He had expected this much from the casino patrons, but what he didn’t expect was to have his ass smacked. The other toons at the black jack table laughed as King Dice turned a deep shade of red and glared at the pirate. He was about to hit him over the head with the tray but a hand on his wrist stopped him. He turned and saw it was Mic. The toon looked at the pirate and smiled the smile he reserved for trouble making patrons.

“My good man, I do believe we have made the rules of this casino quite clear. Nobody may touch the employees or the manager in an offending manner.”

The pirate sneered.

“Blow yer rules out of yer porthole mister announcer! What? Are you this wench’s boyfriend or somethin’?”

King Dice was about to punch the pirate in the mouth but Mic spoke first.

“As a matter of fact sir, yes he is my boyfriend. As for your rudeness, I insist that you apologize or I will have to kick you out.”

The pirate sneered but stayed silent.

“Very well.” Mic said.

In a split second the pirate was on the floor because Mic had kicked the chair out from under him. He placed his foot on the pirate’s throat and smiled down at him.

“I wont ask you again sir. Please apologize then leave the premises.”

The pirate looked over at King Dice, said an apology, then Mic snapped his fingers and two demons flew over, picked the pirate up, and threw him out the door.

Mic looked at King Dice and smiled at him. The other toon muttered a thank you then left, a small blush on his cheeks and a fluttering in his chest.

(Sorry if I messed them up you guys and that this is long lol)

Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3 | Pt.4 | Pt.5 | Pt.6 | Pt.7

Lookee what my brain coughed up~~


Peter stays the night again. The man cooks for the two of them, Stiles finishes his homework, Peter uses his shower and poaches more of Stiles’ clothes, and they end up in the fort again, knees and arms knocking together, blankets piled on top of them.

“Should we be expecting your father tonight?”  Peter enquires idly, not sounding like he cares much either way.

“Mm, no, he’s working on a case out of town.”  It’s instinct to check his phone, but there’s no text message waiting for him, and that’s to be expected too.  He sends one off to Scott though, just to check in, just to ask how he’s doing after everything that went down.  He doesn’t get a reply this time either, which doesn’t surprise him one bit.

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Hot And Bothered

In which post-concert Harry is being a horny little shit and you have to deal with it all night.

A/N: Hello once again, my fellow thirsty Harry girls!  Sooo a backstory to this: I was at the OTRA Baltimore concert Saturday (Yep. I had to watch Drag Me Down live.  I had to hear Harry’s voice in the end with my own ears.).  How am I still alive, you ask?  Well, I’m barely hanging on to my life.  The post concert depression hasn’t gone away and basically all I want to do is lay on my couch and cry because GOD I LOVE HARRY SO MUCH. So, as a result, I wrote this to maybe quench my thirst (but in reality it just made it so much worse).  Hope you enjoy!

Stay thirsty, my friends. x

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SVT Super Powers; Soonyoung!

Originally posted by fyhoshi

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-you think this boy looks dangerous

-right

-but in retrospect he can’t hurt a fly

-no seriously

-he hurts a fly

-wait he can’t

-he can heal a fly!! 

-oh my gosh he’s a healer

-in a game of overwatch he’s the support

-always

-so when he was little

-like a toddler

-his dad hurt himself on the kettle and burnt his finger

-soonyoung reached out for it

-”now soon can you be careful with me–”

-he stopped 

-the kid put his finger in his mouth

-w h y 

-but when he wriggled it out

-it was

-healed

-WHAT

-his dad was astonished at this kid

-and his mum was happy 

-because she tried it with her flowers

-he touched them and they became healthy! 

-like anything that was dying

-if he touched it

-they would be healed

-i mean anything that emitted pain

-he has to know that the ‘thing’ was in pain in order to heal it propely

-but that comes with the ordeal of eternity and midas touch yadda yadda yadda yadda 

-nobody really knows how he got this….power of some sort

-I’mLookinAtYouAncientGods

-but like every other kid who had super powers he had to keep them under wraps

-because no kid should be having the hassle of everyone trying to use them to heal the minor cuts and bruises

-HES 3 STACEY GET A GOD DAMN PLASTER LAZY ASS

-but this also meant that his parents couldn’t use and exploit their kid just to heal their lives

-but dude

-his dad is….kind of clumsy

-”soonyoung!”

-”dad…hurt?”

-”yeah…dad hurt.”

-a he got a little older he couldn’t exactly bite people anymore to heal thim

-he had teeth then and it would mot likely cause a conflict

-he would be there for ages

-a suitable replacement that works?

-cliche

-but

-a small kiss

-so his dad was hella clumsy so soonyoung would have to kiss his dad’s fingers a lot

-you know who else is kind of clumsy??

-yeah 

-thats right kid

-you 

-so he finally got to nursery/preschool/kindergarten and he couldn’t wait to make friends 

-and he knew that he had to keep this secret hidden

-LikeEveryoneElse

-so on his first day

-he came in and you saw him 

-he looked so sweet with his jacket and everything

-so when the kid went to sit down

-you smiled to him

-which somehow translated into soonyoung’s mind as ‘come sit down next to me’

-you were a little shook but you let it slide

-”i’m soonyoung what’s your name?”

-”y/n.”

-”thats such a pretty name.”

-”thank you your name is cool!”

-so when everyone was sat down they took register and everything 

-and then

-just as an icebreaker 

-the kids were told that they could play cops and robbers outside 

-soonyoung was a cop 

-and you were a robber

-soonyoung thought of the ingenious idea to chase after you first before getting anyone else

-but little did he know you were pretty fast

-so you climbed up the jungle gym and you went down the little rope ladder

-you tripped up as you didn’t see the last little rope at the end

-you fell down and you started to cry 

-you scrapped your head when you tripped up and the tiniest drop of blood fell onto your new little dress :((((((((((((((((((((((((

-poor baby :(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((

-soonyoung comes running over to help 

-”please don’t cry….hold on i can make you feel better!!”

-”wait…how…?”

-”i kiss things and they become better!”

-”isn’t that what they all say?”

-”mine are different to theirs…i’m magic.”

-somehow your eyes sparkled when you heard the word magic

-wow you know someone who is magical…wowooowwwowowowowowwowow!!!!

-you nod and close your eyes so hard that your whole face scrunches up 

-and then he just goes for it and kisses it like nothing was there

-and it WAS like nothing was there 

-you were so happy and the fact that the scratch was gone was even better

-over the year you and soonyoung became inseparable 

-and you still thought he was a magical kid

-all the time

-during high school you had a rough time because you were dating someone but they broke your heart one night

-you were so upset

-the first person you messaged was Soonyoung

-and somehow he was just walking along your street bECAUSE HE CAME OVER SUPER QUICK

-he was worried over you cause you were not okay

-and so he climbed up the tree outside your house

-wee little spider man wow

-and he’s just like 

-”what are you okay what happened lemme fight the people who hurt you”

-”soonyoung not it’s fine……i feel like my heart needs healing this time…”

-uber cheesy but it was true

-your heart was basically broken in two

-no superglue could fix it

-until soonyoung came up with the cutest thing every

-”i will try to heal with kisses everyday until you’re better”

-”soon i don’t think you kisses are gonna–”

-and just like that he kissed you

-it was small

-but you definitely felt something

-you…..felt better

-like a whole lot better

-”why am i not crying anymore?”

-”wait……that actually worked?”

-”i guess?!!?”

-”so it’s settled im kissing you everyday now”

-”that’s if you can come round everyday.”

-and he did

-he came around your house to see how you were and just to kiss you to make you feel better 

-isn’t that cute

-yeah that’s cute


-”hey how about i kiss the closest place to your heart??”

-”no soonyoung bad soonyoung”

Dreamily

Originally posted by sparklemichele

Requested by Anon. 

Request: Eric Coulter imagine where the reader has a crush on him but they are really introverted and shy. Eric is interested in them because he is used to getting attention from people but he hasn’t even heard them talking and every time he sees them he gets this feeling that he is like air to them. That bugs him really hard. 


I was in the Pit, sitting and watching the hassle of everybody running around, drinking, yelling, and all sorts of other things. When you sat down, and just observed things, you would see things that nobody else would normally see. For instance, you could see when somebody is staring dreamily at their crush, or when somebody is very annoyed with somebody else. When somebody has had a really bad day or when somebody has had a fantastic one. This was one of my favorite things to do during my lunch break. 

As I was getting up to go back to work, I noticed Eric walk into the Pit. I stopped and stared. Eric was the person that I stared dreamily at. I was in love with him, but he didn’t even know it. He probably never would since I’m way to shy to go over to him and talk to him. He probably thought that I was weird, like a lot of other people did. It was very strange for a Dauntless to have very few friends and sit by themselves most of the time, and do nothing. 

When I decided that it was getting really creepy, I stopped staring, and returned my attention to getting back to work. Little did I know that as I walked off, a certain leader was staring dreamily at me.


Later that day, I was ringing people up at the clothing store that I worked at. It wasn’t the best, but I got paid. I was wasn’t paying attention to who the customer was until they spoke. “Hey, Y/N.” 

My head shot up. “Hey, Eric.” 

I looked back down, hoping that my hair would cover my blush. 

“Why don’t you ever talk to anybody?” 

“I talk to people, it’s just I have to like you.” 

“Do you not like me?” 

“No, it’s not that. It’s just…” I trailed off.

“It’s just what? I feel like I’m just air to you. You never talk to me or to anybody.”

“I’m just to shy to talk to you.” 

“You’re talking to me right now, aren’t you?” 

“Yeah, but I don’t have much of a choice do I?“ I bagged a shirt.

“Well, you could have told me that you didn’t want to talk to me.” 

“It’s not that I don’t want to talk to you. Speaking of, why are you talking to me?”

“Because I like you. I’m so used to getting other girls’ attention, but I don’t get yours, and it intrigues me.” 

“Really? Cause I’m just like every other girl. I pay attention to you, you just aren’t looking when I do.” I hand him his bag. “Bye, Eric.”

“Bye, Y/N.” 

We went out for dinner the next week. 

It’s 11am the plane finally lands in New York, Adena is exhausted And ready to get off this flight and finally be with Kat. As the flight attendants are scurrying around trying to get everyone to start leaving Adena pulls out her phone contemplating whether she should call Kat. She decides against it, she gathers her bags and makes her way off the plane and into the airport.

Traveling for Adena is always a hassle. She has the unnecessary screening, the getting pulled aside to get searched, or Adena’s favorite being randomly selected to be questioned. She scoffs at the thought of “random selection” because it’s not random. As she reaches the customs/immigration line and hands them her visa and other documentation, they’re working away at their computers taking longer than usual.

The people behind her getting impatient. The customs worker gets on the phone and talks in a hushed voice,Adena can’t make out what’s being said but she knows it’s not good. Her heart starts to race when the customs worker tells her “Ms. el Amin would you step to the side please?” She does as instructed, her palms are getting clammy, pulse racing behind her veins, breathing becomes slightly panicked. She tries hard to calm herself but to no avail it gets worse. She notices a big burley airport officers making their way to Adena; she knows what this means, it’s not good. The officers are talking to her but she can’t bring herself to listen after she’s heard the words “you’re being sent home” she blanks.

To say she’s shocked is an understatement, she was being sent home…not paris but HOME. Home hasn’t been “home” since her childhood and even then it was ruff. The motherland wasn’t kind to her and when she made it out she’d never thought she’d go back…permanently. The officers mentioned something about her work visa having some issues and she can’t be in the country. As they make their way to their offices to discuss the next steps Adena, whips out her phone and dials the. NUmber of the one person that was on her mind Kat.

Kat picks up on the first ring and sounds so excited and happy. Adena tries to get her attention but fails kats still going on about tracking her flight and dinner plans, that gets Adena chocked up and makes this even harder so she says kats name a littler more forcefully “KAT” thenother line is quiet so Adena continues, “no Kat, um They won’t let me into the country” Kat responds “what? What do you mean they won’t let you in” the words almost don’t make it out Adena’s mouth because of how hard she’s trying to will the tears away but she says" I’m being sent home" Kat thinks it’s back to France but she couldnt be more wrong, Adena wishes it was France, “no Kat not France HOME” the tears are getting harder to stop from falling, the officers is making his way back “listen Kat I’m not supposed to be in the phone I’m sorry I lo..I tried” the line goes dead. The tears fall and Adena doesn’t stop them.

She thought she was finally getting her shot with the woman plaguing her dreams, thoughts, and even work. Now Adena won’t get that. She tries to calm herself but the tears fall harder and Adena sits on an airport chair thinking about all the what ifs. She stares blankly out of the airport window till the officer gets her attention he has her new ticket in hand and hands it to her without a word. The weight of the ticket is heavy,the thought of home isn’t a place to Adena its Kat edison. Kat edison the person who walked into Adenas studio lole she owned it, Kat edison who she packed contraband with, the Kat edison who she can be in the moment with, the Kat edison that has stolen Adena’s heart forever. This ticket is the universes way of keeping her from her real home.

Yeah, I get frustrated about group work and collaboration for physics. Why? Because I don’t feel like I have that opportunity.

I’m not invited to study groups. I used to try. But they would always “forget” to tell me. “We’ll let you know next time!” Even when I remind them they still “forget”. And, frankly, many of them do work the night before. That’s too late, to me.

Whenever I join in within our collaborative spaces, my questions are fielded as though they’re a burden or hindrance to them. Yet they ask questions to each other freely. I do equally as well in our classes, if not better than some of them.

“Just join them.”

innytoes replied to your post “Hey so guess what guys  When you do a home inspection a good 75% of…”

Ask Ghost to come with you to talk some sense into the Murder Windows?

It may have been Ghost who caused it :D I took her with me, and the first time we met was when she tried to drop thirty pounds of wooden slat venetian blinds on my face, so it would be in keeping. 

leonie-alastair replied to your post “Hey so guess what guys  When you do a home inspection a good 75% of…”

Broken sash weights are killers, they’re also annoying as hell to repair. Assume the fridge will still be gross when you move in. Anyone who lives with a truly gross fridge will never clean it to your specifications. I had one house where half the visible outlets didn’t work. The previous owners just tacked cable along the wall and put in a new box rather than fixing what was there. It was very strange.

Well, fortunately the owners weren’t living there – they were renting to someone who clearly had some problems. They’ve agreed to have a professional service come in to clean, with specific attention to the fridge, so I feel ok about that. 

There are some weird cable configurations. They had cable mounts in the niche, but ran a second cable into a wall and then cut a hole in the wall at eye height for it to poke out of. 

Place needs some love, no doubt about that. 

onceuponacupoftea replied to your post “Hey so guess what guys  When you do a home inspection a good 75% of…”

Do they not take the fridge with them? You do not own your fridge? Having bought a fridge for every place I’ve moved into (bar last when I could take the fridge from the previous place) this seems both good and bad. Old fridges are very inefficient.

I mean, I know in some countries it’s uncommon, but in Chicago and Austin at least (which is my only other experience of buying/selling, when my parents did it) it’s very common practice to leave the large stuff (fridge, stove/oven, dishwasher) behind when you move because the kitchen comes equipped. It saves the person leaving the hassle of moving their appliances, and also it’s a chance to sweeten the pot – a lot of people selling older units will put super nice new appliances in to make the kitchen look better. In renting, everywhere I’ve lived (most major regions of the US save the south) it’s the same; if I looked at a place that didn’t have a fridge, I’d be shocked and definitely wouldn’t rent it. I’ve never bought or owned a fridge or oven; they always came with the apartment. A dishwasher is a little less certain but I’ve never lived in a place where you had to bring your own – either there was one or there was no place to put one. 

lololovescheese replied to your post “Hey so guess what guys  When you do a home inspection a good 75% of…”

Hmm, yeah, electricity is a must with home inspections. Are you getting a pest inspection too? Or do you know if they have scheduled pest maintenance for the whole place?

The condo association handles pest control, so no need, thankfully. :)

spaci1701 replied to your post “In the stream….”

I think you should call it ‘the Mansion’. You can claim is an Avengers reference but in reality you’re just playing with people’s head when you can casually say, “just need to swing by the mansion to grab my other jacket.”

LOL! The Mansion is a good contender. 

eliannaeldari replied to your post “In the stream….”

What about ekele? From the Heralds of valdemar series- the tayledras houses.

That seems like it would take an undue amount of explaining :D (Also I’ve never read those books, I had to google to work out what you were saying :D)

seekanewerworld replied to your post “In the stream….”

I would be interested to hear your criticisms of Skyfall, Sam. My recollections are somewhat colored by the fact that the last time I watched it was when my friend and I capped off an ill-advised watch through of every James Bond film from the beginning, so the Craig low points are muted by my intense rage and disgust at the entire Sean Connery period.

It was A While Ago and I literally only remember one moment, which was being enraged at the death of the one character I really liked (I believe the baddie shot her in the head after James Bond didn’t shoot her in the head but I don’t recall the details). 

But I suspect my problems with Skyfall are less situational and more to do with the entire franchise – every time I’ve tried to watch a James Bond movie I’ve come back around to “There’s no reason for any of this to happen within the narrative”. The motives for everything that happens are always very…opaque. Especially the sex, it’s weirdly like…the How Did This Get Made podcast did a discussion of A View To A Kill once and Jason Mantzoukas put it well when he said “A great deal of spying seems to be about sport-fucking the enemy.” 

James Bond always reads to me like a sketch comedy show only instead of comedy they’ve substituted Early 20th Century Masculinity. It’s basically a series of interlocking vignettes about either sex, violence, or gadgets. I’m not that into violence or gadgets and I like it when sex arises from character motivation rather than “a woman is within ten feet of me” so the James Bond movies are not something I get through easily. :D 

How to: Write a disabled character.

(written by a real life disabled person)

I’ve been RPing for a few years now in various fandoms, and there’s one thing that seems to just continually happen in the RP community that I’ve never seen addressed.

Ableism!

Not in the “lol disabled people succ” way, but in the “I’m going to make my character mute! But I’m going to stress that everyone around them can easily read their lips even though lip-reading is a complicated skill you have to learn but let’s just omit that because I don’t want to actually RP a mute character.” way. That way. That very very common way.

If you want to make an OC that’s disabled, that’s fantastic. But you have to realize something: If you do not have that disability yourself, you are going to have to do some research on it, and by the Nine you are actually going to have to try. This is non-negotiable if you want to seem at all credible in your RP. I don’t care if you think you know that blind people can’t see (which is somewhat false; there are varying levels of legal blindness and not all blind people experience a complete lack of vision aka; just black), you should check up on it to make damn sure, because disability is almost never as black and white as it seems.

And beyond your own research into whichever disability your OC is going to have, you also need to keep some things in mind.

  • Most disabilities cause some sort of hindrance to a person’s life, and a lot of the time it’s a big part of their life. Even with modern accessibility (which isn’t available in many fantasy/RPG/medieval settings), the vast majority of disabled people still experience daily hassles they have to deal with because of their disability.
  • It takes a toll on people. Ever hear of a spoonie? It’s a term used by people with varying levels of chronic pain, fatigue, and disabilities that cause them. Some disabilities might have symptoms that aren’t widely-known (phantom pains for amputees is a great example) and need to be researched in order to be properly implemented. If your character suffers from chronic pain in their leg, walking long distances is going to be painful and difficult, and may not even be possible.
  • It’s EXPENSIVE. Medication, accessibility, mobility aids, and other methods of support cost money. Not all disabled people are covered either (and even to get covered is a whole hassle in itself), and have to pay out of pocket. In Canada, even on the disability benefits program pretty much nothing is 100% covered and you end up paying out of pocket even for essential services.
  • Sometimes you can’t work. Disability exists on a HUGE spectrum. Two people can have the same condition and experience it vastly different. Person A can have a relatively good time with it, minimal pain and annoyance, where person B has a difficult time performing even household tasks because of the pain, loss of mobility, or other symptoms. A lot of disabled people have trouble working, and being consistent with their jobs (For example; sometimes I can’t go to work because my joints hurt too much for me to be able to walk. This costs me money and strains my relationship with my employer). It’s very nice and dandy to assume all employers are great people who want to go the distance for their prospective disabled employees, but that’s just not the norm.
  • Sometimes you can work! Accessibility exists in the workplace and can be done, but for a lot of disabled people it HAS to be done. And not all employers (especially if we’re living in a medieval-like era) are willing to provide them. Sometimes it takes a fight. Sometimes it takes a lot of searching. It’s really hard for a lot of obviously disabled people to find work.
  • Independence isn’t guaranteed. If your disability is a physical one, it can limit your mobility. A blind person will have an incredibly difficult time navigating somewhere they’ve never been. Someone with joint issues is going to have a lot of trouble walking places and might need a ride of some sort. Even going out to get groceries can be almost impossible for some people to do without help.
  • Independence is possible though! And a lot of the time it takes accessibility aids, or other extra things done in order to provide adequate independence for yourself.

This is a DROP IN THE BUCKET. Seriously, please believe me when I say that disability is something that directly and heavily impacts your life, but also exists on such a broad spectrum that there is no definitive “how to” guide to writing a disabled character. You have to just use common sense, and research out all the information you need to know in order to write it. I have no way of speaking for every disabled person in the world because I don’t know about every disability in the world. Neither does anyone.

If you’re choosing to RP a disabled character because it makes them seem interesting, or because it makes them unique, stop yourself and ask these questions:

  1. Are you going to consistently portray them as they are? Or are you going to omit symptoms when it’s convenient for you to? Are these symptoms mere accessories to their character and only show up when it’s dramatic/funny/sad/etc?
  2. Are you willing to actually research the disability your OC has in order to properly RP it? Are you willing to go beyond the very brief & simple description that google gives you?
  3. Are you going to great lengths to implement things that erase most or all symptoms of said disability? Is that actually viable in the verse you’re writing in or are you jumping through hoops to avoid inconvenience?

Again, there is no definitive one-size-fits-all guide to writing disabled characters, but seriously. Let me just tell you, as a disabled woman who’s been in a lot of disabled circles for her entire life, we know when you’re doing it for attention. We know when you have no idea what you’re doing. It’s annoying, transparent, and shreds your credibility. PLEASE take the time to research whatever disability you’ve chosen, and put the effort into portraying it well. There’s no point in putting such a huge life-impacting thing into your OC’s profile without actually thinking about it.

Neighbours | GOT 7 Gang au

CHAPTER 1

Her story starts when she was at the checkout at her local’s super market on a rainy Thursday afternoon. It was dull outside and the rain was so heavy, it was bouncing off the roads up onto people’s ankles like someone was standing next to them deliberately stomping in a puddle next to them.

Rose, a 17-year-old orphan was having her ear chewed off by an old checkout lady who was rambling on about her fourth divorce. Rose wasn’t one for making conversation so she just smiled, frowned and nodded her head when really all she could think about is whether she should use the beef or chicken seasoning on her ramen noodles for dinner.

Rose’s family all died tragically in a house fire when she was 14, her house went up in flames with her family in it, Rose was on a school trip half way across the world when it happened.

Her parents were wealthy sales people whom had thankfully left Rose plenty of money to live off, along with a will stating that Rose was not to go to an orphanage but to be sent to her family’s holiday house to live.

Fortunately, her holiday house was close to where their original house was so Rose could still go to school and live somewhat close to where she used too. Keep in mind that this will was written for Rose and her 2 older brothers however they are now with their parents, who are up with the big man upstairs.

Rose, a sarcastic, witty, somewhat rude and brutally honest 17-year-old girl is now living in that holiday house, on her own. She bought herself a cat after her family passed away and named him Smithers and for her 17th birthday, decided to gift herself with a great dane puppy, his name ironically, is Tiny.

After finally getting away from the cashier, she begins to walk outside in the rain to her car. She doesn’t mind the rain so she casually walked to her car while everyone around her were running frantically trying to get out of the rain. Once she reaches her car, she puts the bags in the front seat and starts her car and begins to drive herself to the enormous, 7 bedroom, 13 bathroom mansion she now calls home.

As she pulls into her driveway she looks to the house beside hers that has been up for sale for some time now and notices a big truck and a bunch of shirtless guys outside moving boxes. They don’t notice her but she sure as hell noticed them, I mean, who wouldn’t, 7 or so shirtless, toned, hot as fuck humans of the male species in about their 20’s, sweating, moving boxes right next to her house.

All her life, Rose has loved a good flirt and has never ever in her lift, feared confronting boys. Regardless of the hot shirtless boys in the driveway next to hers, she was still going to go for her daily run and she is still going to do her stretches on her driveway beforehand.

She jumps out of her car with her bags of groceries in her hands and walks inside and puts them away and greets her animals before running up the stairs to her wardrobe room. What? She has 7 rooms in this house and one person, why not renovate one room into her wardrobe.

She goes over to her workout closes and changes into a black sports bra and black gym shorts with a Fluro yellow stripe down the side before putting her hair into high pony, letting little fly away’s frame her face and putting on her black pair of Nike roshe’s.

She gives herself a final check before looking outside the window noticing the guys were still out there standing talking, still shirtless. This is what she wears every day when she goes to run, it’s just a coincidence that there are hot guys watching.

She walks down the steps and grabs Tiny’s leash.

“TINY?” WANNA GO FOR A RUN WITH ME BABY?” she yells through the house as it echoes. She then begins to count;

“Three” she whispers

“two”

Before she could even hit one she hears frantic panting and then hears the sound of Tiny’s paws on the floor boards until he is sitting right in front of her with his head held high waiting for her to attach his leash to his colour.

She laughs as she clips it on and begins to walk him out the door, leaving her phone on the counter, as she’d prefer to listen to the crashing waves from the beach hear her house the music.

As she closes the door, she hears laughs coming from next door. She turns to lock the door but accidently let go of Tiny’s leash, setting him free.
“TINY” she yells as she watches him run, of course, to the guys next door.
“fucking dog” she mutters to herself before running after him.

Once she crosses over to their driveway she stops, seeing 6 boys crowded around her dog patting him and cooing whilst another is standing up on the platform of the truck screaming.

“AWH he’s adorable” one says

“HOLY SHIT ITS MASSIVE, LITERALLY HIS HEAD IS LONGER THEN MY LEG” the one up on the truck yells

“Hyung, can we get one? PLEASE?”

“Bambam I’ve already got 6 dogs to take care of why would I want to get another?” the older one says

“because it’s cute then us” BamBam I’m assuming reply’s back as I laugh

“You make a fair point boy” he laughs as he continues to pat the dog.

She lowkey admires how they are acting around her dog because when most people see him, she back away or turn the other way, or, kinda like that one guy is now, jumps up on a truck away from him. She decides to speak up.

“Hey sorry I didn’t mean to let him go, sorry if he’s being a hassle or stopping you from moving your stuff” she speaks up from behind them. One by one they all turn and stare at the beauty before them. Rose laughed as they all stopped patting Tiny and now he’s looking at them for more attention.

With the guys still frozen she decides to call Tiny to come to her.

“Tiny, come here boy” she speaks loudly as the guy on the truck jumps down and questions her.

“Tiny? Dumb name, The dog is fucking huge” he exclaims earning a nudge from one of the guys. Rose smirks.

“Wish I could say the same about your biceps babe” she retorts earning snickers from the other 6 and a growl from Mr Negative.

“I’m Rose by the way” she says as she waves. the one who seems to looks as though he is in charge speaks up.

“I’m JB” he says with a smile, he looks next to him waiting for them to introduce themselves and surely enough, one speaks up.

“I’m in love” the younger boy next to him says before earning a smack over the head by JB.

“That’s BamBam, he’s a bit out of it at the moment” he awkwardly laughs and Rose just giggles. JB continues after noticing that none of the other guys are in any condition to introduce themselves.

“This is Mark” he says pointing to the guy at the very end of the line who looks up and waves as Rose waved back.

“Youngjae” he says pointing to the boy next to Mark, Rose Waves and he just blushes and looks away

“Jinyoung” he points to the boy next to himself, letting him wave before moving onto the 6 other boys on the other side of him

“You’ve met BamBam” he says before Rose waves at him before moving on.

“this is Jackson, you guys just met before” he says with a laugh and Jackson pouts but Rose smiles and waves, Jackson looks behind him before realising that Rose was waving at him before waving back with a goofy smile on his face”

“and at the end, that’s Yugyeom, he’s the youngest” Rose’s eye sight follows JBs arm before her eyes land on him.

now there is no doubt that they are all extremely attractive, but Yugyeom is the one that really catches her eye. He winks at her and she blushes, something she hasn’t done, ever when talking to a boy.

“Well it was nice to meet you all but I’m going to go for a run now” she says as she waves and begins to walk off. She hears goodbyes behind her and a wolf whistle, she turns back to see JB hitting Yugyeom over the head, she laughs and winks at her as he smiles and begins to wrestle JB.
“oh boy” she whispers to herself as she begins to run.

Footsteps

(I had no idea what else to do for the title hahah but i feel like I’m leaving too many title-less)

Request: “Hello!!! Can I request a scenario when y/n is scared because she is starting to see some paranormal things like ghosts and all and asks paul and the rest of the pack for help because she feels unsafe? i hope i explained well!! Happy ending please?” 💞 

I didn’t know if you meant happy ending like it was all alright, so I hope this one was alright! This was a good request, thank you anon, and I hope you all enjoyed <3


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WINTERNIGHT - Chapter 1 - Night

Originally posted by underworldsource

(A/N) Hello lovies, I really hope you enjoy this little series. I took alot of liberties as a writer while writing this. I added all my favorite vampires from both tv and film so i hope you like and enjoy it. Anywho here’s the first chapter. please by all means tell me what you think. 

Warnings: loss of limbs, falling, blood, vampires, death. 

Pairings: Bucky X Vampire!Reader

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I’ve been alone for a while now. Centuries have passed in the blink of an eye, along with anyone and everything I held dear. Being born a vampire has its disadvantages. My father, well I’m not sure who he really is. My mother never told me. She herself was a vampire of the highest caliber. Born a pure-blood in a time when the world was just starting out. She was beautiful, her long silver hair longer than most as it hung down to her knees. Apparently, it had been her hair that attracted my father too her. Knowing that she never cut it.

I was born in the middle ages, in surprisingly one of Europe’s worst times, The plague. The healers told my mother I would not make it seeing as I was born early and with silver eyes. In my culture those born with such eyes are considered hybrids, or as my clan like to call them, abominations. Unlike normal vampires whose eyes remain a normal color until they use their vampire abilities, mine are always silver. This made going anywhere when I was a child a hassle.

As you probably are aware humans and vampires don’t exactly have the best track records with each other. Mostly because vampires need to feed off humans to survive, and back when I was born, vampires had no qualm with draining an entire village to keep themselves fed. Of course, if you ask people about vampires now they would just laugh at you. It was after the death of one of our Elders, my grandfather, that the law was made that we vampires distance ourselves from humans.

Those who disobeyed this law where made examples of and died by sun exposure. All vampires, save for two that I am aware of, can die if the sunlight touches their skin. I however am not one of them. No one knew, not even my own mother, that was until one day I risked my life to save a human. When my skin did not burn my mother and I were sent away. Our clan said she had committed the gravest sin of all, although at that time I had no idea what they meant.

Other than vampires, there is another race of beings called Lycans; or werewolves depending on where you are from. They are a wild breed. Their hatred for us vampires runs deep as my kind once used them as slaves. Of course, this was back before my time. When I was born the Lycan uprising had already happened and they were running free around the world.  It was my mother’s job to keep them in check as a Death Dealer. She was a rarity in her job; whereas most Death Dealers killed all Lycans, my mother only killed those who could no longer control the beast within them. She once told me that Lycans are not all bad. There are a select few who are good and deserve a second chance.

When my mother died, I left the coven and everyone there behind to move on and try to heal the hurt in my heart her death caused me. Centuries had passed since that day and I became a traveler of sorts. I never stayed in the same place too long. It was in the mid-forties in the snowy alps of Austria when I first met a person who would change my life forever.

The cold wind blew against my face bringing with it a thick smell of freshly spilt blood. I pull the hood of my jacket back as the smell pulls me in. It wasn’t the blood of some random animal; but that of a human. I found my mouth starting to water at the scent. Unable to control my thirst I find myself rushing off after the injured being. When I found, him he was being dragged away by some soldiers. My eyes followed them for a moment before a simple word left the injured man’s mouth, “Steve?”

‘Steve? Who was Steve?’ I thought to myself as I stealthily followed them. What were they doing with him? He sounded American. Was he some lost soldier? His blood smelled different than that of a normal human. It smelled sweeter. Was he a POW? I narrow my eyes before my body moves on its own causing me to come out of hiding and cut off their path.

“Кто ты??” One of them asks and I narrow my eyes. Russian.

“Оставьте человека, и никто не должен умереть.” (Leave the man and no one should die.) I reply to them my eyes shielded from their sight.

“Единственный, кто умрет здесь, будет вам женщиной..” (The only one who will die here will be you woman.) One of them replies making my anger grow.

“Я больше не скажу тебе, дай мне его.” (I will not tell you again, give him to me.) I retort angrily as I pull my hood from my head letting my eyes and fangs become visible causing them to pull their weapons up and aim them at me.

“Что ты такое?” (What are you?) Another man asks as I let out a low growl my fangs growing.

“Я вампир, и я голоден.” (I’m a Vampire, and I’m hungry.) I reply as I lunge through the air at them and using my vampire strength quickly incapacitate them all. I leave them there, their blood still in their bodies before I make my way over to the man lying unconscious on the ground his left arm nowhere in sight. He looked rough and the sweetness of his blood started to make it hard for me to fight the urge to drink from him. Taking a deep breath, I bite the inside of my mouth as I reach down and lifting his head up off the ground say, “Hello, I need you to open your eyes.” I say as softly as I can.

He groans in pain as his eyes open just slightly. As I consider them I know he’s not okay. He’s lost too much blood. I groan inwardly as I look over at his missing limb before my eyes return to his. “I can save you, but I cannot replace your arm.”

“What?” He asks his heart starting to slow. If I didn’t give him some of my blood now, he would die. I wouldn’t give him enough to completely turn him. I wouldn’t turn anyone; but I could give him just enough to save his life. Taking a deep breath, I roll up my sleeve and pulling my wrist up to my mouth and using my fangs pierce my skin letting the warm liquid flow from my body. I turn back to him and bringing my wrist to his mouth say, “Drink.” His eyes meet mine and he looks away. “Do you want to live or not?” I ask annoyance filling my voice.

“Steve?” He asks and I let out an annoyed sigh.

“If you want to see your friend again you have to drink.” He slowly turns back to me and then with reluctance in his eyes opens his mouth. I quickly bring my wrist to his lips and feel my heart start to race as he starts to drink from my wrist. Drinking a vampire’s blood, for a human, not only healed them but also was mildly like an aphrodisiac. Both the human and the vampire experienced a feeling of pleasure from it; but that is only when the vampires blood is given freely. If it is taken from them it becomes a poison to whomever drinks it.

I start to feel my body become hot and I instantly pull away from him. My face flushes pink as I instantly roll my sleeve back down. Later, after I made sure he was safe and okay, I would worry about the wound on my wrist. I quickly turn back to him to see him passed out and I let out a heavy sigh. At least he wasn’t dead, yet. I look around trying to gather my bearings before I grab his uninjured arm and sliding him on my back stand up. It would be too far to take him to the nearest Coven, they would most likely drain him anyway, and it was too dangerous for the nearest town; I silently resign myself to taking him with me to my cabin. Hopefully I have what I need to treat his arm. Taking a deep breath, I grip tightly to him and without leaving a trail carry him away.

Walking into my cabin I close the door behind me and swiftly make my way over to my bed, which I don’t really use nor need, and set him down. He releases a wince of pain as I try as gently as possible to remove his tattered jacket. There was no telling how he would react when he finally opened his eyes; but until then he would be comfortable. I look over at the unused fireplace and groan inwardly as I realize I’d have to light it. Turning away from the unconscious man I walk over to the cupboard and grabbing some old blankets from when there used to be humans using this cabin and walk back over to pile them on top of him.

I still needed to clean his wounds; but I couldn’t do that if I had to worry about hypothermia. “Let’s see, I can do this.” I say aloud to myself as I walk over to the fireplace and pulling a level instantly feel a draft come down from it. I glance around the room for something that I could use to start a fire. I would have to go out and push a tree over for wood; but if I didn’t have and Flint or dry twigs, there would be no fire. I walk over to the table that the preoccupants had used and pulling a chair out from under it bring my free hand up and swing it down with enough force that it splinters around the room.

I quickly gather them up and place them next to the fireplace. Turning from it I make my over to the door and glancing back at him for a moment walk outside to the nearest tree. I crack my knuckles before I pull my fist back and swinging it forward split the tree in two. I shake my hand for a moment as I wait for the pain to numb out. Once it subsides I walk in intervals splitting the log into smaller pieces that would fit in the fireplace. Then loading as many as possible into my arms I carry them back into the little cabin.

Standing in front of the unlit fire place I set to work creating a fire. Thankfully the wood wasn’t too green so it went up in blazes relatively fast. Now that the fire was started it wouldn’t take long for this little cabin to warm up. I walk over to the kitchen area and grabbing an old pot I walk outside to collect snow. Filling the pot up until it is overflowing I head back inside and place it beside the fireplace to melt. I let out a sigh of relief as I pull my coat off and walking back to the door hang it on one of the vacant hooks attached to the wall.

“Now to find something to use for bandages.” I say as I walk over to the old dresser and sliding out one of the drawers smile as I see some unused cloth siting before me. Pulling them out I close the drawer and walk over to check on the pot of melting snow. Kneeling, I place my hand over the top of the water to feel that it had become rather warm. I pull the clothe out in front of me and start to tear strips out of it.

I hear a groan and I follow the noise to see the pile of blankets start to move. I quickly jump to my feet and setting the ripped cloths aside I move over to him. I watch as he throws the blankets off himself and then lets out a howl of pain. His eyes meet mine and he freezes. “Who are you?”

“I would not move so much.” I reply motioning to his arm. “If you will let me, I can clean it and wrap it up for you.”

“So you’re just not gonna answer my question?” He asks narrowing his steel eyes at me as he reaches up and grips his shoulder.

“The less you know about me, the safer you’ll be.” I answer honestly as I turn away from him and walk back over to the fireplace.

“So I don’t even get to know your name?” He asks as he forces himself to stand. He pauses for a moment clearly surprised that he could move freely.

“I don’t have one.” I reply grabbing the now boiling pot of water and turning back to him.

“Come on, everyone has a name.”

“Not everyone,” I reply with a hint of pain in my voice before I motion for him to sit at the little old table. He stares at me for a moment his eyes flitting back and forth from my own to the pot in my hands. “This is water, boiled enough to purify any bacteria that might have been in the snow; if you’ll allow me, I need to wash your wound.”

“Why should I trust you? You won’t even tell me your name.” He asks and I groan inwardly.

“You shouldn’t trust me. If you must call me something, call me Night.” I answer placing the pot on the table and walking back to the fireplace to grab the ripped cloths.

“Okay Night, how are you gonna help my arm?” He asks as he moves to sit at the table.

“I’m going to clean it as best as I can. Like I said before, I cannot replace your arm.” I answer as I close the distance between us.

“I’m not gonna say it’s fine cause it’s not; I’m really gonna miss my arm, but I’ll learn to live without it.” He says and I can tell from his tone that he’s trying to hide his upset.

“I have no doubt that this is true.” I reply as place one of the cloths into the still steaming water. “Now I need to remove your shirt. That is if you’ll allow me.”

“Have at it Night, but thanks for asking first.” He says as he holds his arm out.

“This may hurt a bit.” I say as I reach forward and grabbing the hem of his shirt pull it up over his shoulders giving me a full view of his injuries. He had some bruises that were starting to heal, thanks to my blood, but the most visible injury was his arm. Not going to lie it looked pretty bad.

“You’re thinking it looks bad, well darlin it hurts just as much.” He says a smirk filling his face.

“I’ll need to clean the dried blood off as well.” I say as I toss his shirt into the floor. I reach back for the hot water drenched cloth only to have his hand shoot out to catch mine before it hits the water. “What are you doing?”

“That water is still steaming, you’ll burn your hand if you stick it in there.” He replies his eyes finding mine suddenly making me uncomfortable.

“I’ll be fine,” I start pulling my hand form his, “I don’t get injured like your kind does.” I reply dipping my hand into the water to grab the cloth.

“My kind,” He says his eyes narrowing in confusion. “Are you not my kind? You look human.”

“Well I’m not, not exactly.” I reply wringing the water out of the cloth before I start to work on cleaning his wound along with the dried-up blood. Which turned out to be harder than I thought. I hadn’t fed in what seemed like forever and now here I was cleaning blood off a human’s body, blood that smelled way too sweet for my own good. I could feel my mouth start to water with every wipe of blood.

“Then what may I ask are you?” He asks pulling me from my silent hunger.

“Like I said, the less you know the better.” I reply my eyes meeting his.

“You have very strange eyes.” He says causing me to wince as a painful memory filled my mind. I quickly look away as I dip the cloth back into the water. “I didn’t mean that in a bad way. I think they’re pretty, I’ve definitely never seen anything like them before.”

“And hopefully you never will again.” I reply wringing the water out of the cloth.

“And why is that?” He asks wincing as the cloth cleans the last of the blood off.

“I’m starting to feel like a broken record.” I say as I toss the cloth into the pot and walk back over to the fireplace to grab the excess cloths to wrap up his arm.

“You don’t talk much about yourself, do you?” He asks as I wrap the cloths around his wound.

“I don’t talk at all usually.” I say as I wrap the last cloth around his arm and tie it off. “I’m not a doctor, and I don’t know how well this will keep you from getting infected, but it’s the best I can do with the given circumstances.”

“I’ll take your word for it, just wish I had some pain killers.”

“That I can’t help you with.” I reply a soft smirk filling my lips.

“James,” He says holding his hand out to me causing me to cock an eyebrow at him. “My name is James Buchanan Barnes, but my friends call me Bucky. Which means you can call me Bucky as well.”

“We’re not friends.” I state obviously, “We don’t even know each other.”

“Then let’s start to get to know each other.” He says motioning to the chair opposite him.

“You don’t know what you’re asking.” I say as I walk over to the door and grab my coat.

“Where are you going?” He asks a tinge of worry in his voice.

“You should rest. Your body will start to tire soon. I’ll find you something to eat and return soon. You don’t have to worry about anyone showing up here for you.” I say pulling my hood up over my head and opening the door I head out into the cold. I needed to distance myself from him. He was strange for a human. He wasn’t scared of my appearance or my eyes. I hadn’t seen anyone react like that in centuries. Although, I had never smelled anything like him before. He was special I could tell but I couldn’t stay around him. Not with how hungry I was.

First things first, I needed to feed; then I needed to feed the human. I could slink into the nearest village and swipe something from the market, that would be easy. What would be hard would be keeping him a secret from other Vampires and Lycans. The wolves would stay away for as long as my scent was there; however, my scent would also attract vampires. I would have to figure something out later. For now, I needed to feed.

Will Continue in - Learning to Trust