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Hey look, I’m back! Yeah, it took a while, but university and artblock were killing me lately, sooo… Yeah. Anyway, I noticed that my “Indie Horror Club” comic was getting a lot of undeserved attention, and I was thinking about making it into a mini-series anyway, sooo… here’s the second part! Enjoy!

You Can’t Be!

Jason Todd x Reader + Tim Drake

Prompt: “You can’t be a [insert supernatural creature here]. We had *whispers* sex!”

Warnings: Mentions of sex, b&e (via Tim), also mentions of blood and stitches/injuries.

Author’s Note: This is for @lady-thor-foster ‘s Halloween Writing Challenge, I had a fun time writing this and thought it was cute, but it didn’t quite turn out as great as I’d hoped. Also, I really don’t know Tim that well or how he speaks/acts. I know that drinking OJ is probably not his thing but if you’d bear with it, I’d appreciate it.

Originally posted by a-mad-tea-partyy

“Are you seri-” Jason cuts me off,

“Y/N I swear, if you ask that ONE more time!” Jason winces as I not so carefully add a little more pressure to the swab covered in alcohol I’m using to clean up his wound. “You’re pure evil” Jason gives me the death glare as he looks down on me from atop the counter.

“Eh, sometimes” I smirk up at him as I start to prepare the thread for stitching.

After I finish getting Jason cleaned up and bandaged, I walk out of the bathroom to the kitchen to get a snack. Rounding the corner I let out a little scream and jump, causing our intruder to drop whatever they had in their hands. They shut the fridge door and stand up to look at me, “Geez Y/N, I didn’t mean to scare you.” 

“Ugh… Tim, really? You didn’t bother to even knock?” Tim shrugs before answering, picking up the carton of orange juice he’d dropped and luckily hadn’t spilled. I run a hand down my face lightly and look at him again with an annoyed expression. “You didn’t even come through the door, did you?” 

“Mmmm… Nope.” Tim shakes his head as he pours himself a glass of orange juice, putting the carton back in the fridge and walking over to Jason and I’s couch, cape swishing behind him.

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Alex + Magnus things
  • It’s a well known fact that Magnus can be an absolute idiot sometimes, so he literally ignores his giant crush on Alex until it makes life impossible to live with. 
    • Like, he’ll walk into a room, see Alex, and promptly walk out. 
    • He’s watched Alex fight and forgotten that he’s a part of the team, too, and gotten all his teammates killed. 
    • He also asked Alex to “help him make a vase for his cousin.” Yeah, sure, Magnus. Make a vase for your cousin. Like that’s not a thinly-veiled “SPEND TIME WITH ME PLEASE”. 
  • Anyway, one day he’s sitting in the library or something and Halfborn, Mallory, and TJ sit down and are like, “Magnus, we need to talk.”
  • Sam’s there, too. Just, she’s pretending to mind her own business.
  • Anyway, “Magnus, we need to talk,” happens. And all of them are like, “Go ask Alex out. You’re killing us here. LITERALLY.”
  • And Magnus is like, “What? Me? Have a crush? IMPOSSIBLE.”
  • And Mallory’s like, “I am not dying for this one more time. Do you know how hard it is to get rid of the headaches caused by arrows in the eye? I didn’t think so!”
  • So Magnus loses and “has to” ask Alex out. 
  • So he walks up to Alex, who is sitting in her room doing pottery, as usual, and is like, “DoyouwanttogooutonadatewithmebeforetheworldendsorsomethingbecausemyfriendsthinkI’mliterallykillingthembywatchingyoufightandnotlookingwhereI’mpointingmyswordandIkindofthinkthiswouldbeforthebenefitoftheNineRealmsorsomething.”
  • Alex is obviously confused. What the hell? Was that even English? It didn’t sound like Old Norse.
  • And because Alex pretty much says whatever comes to mind, what comes out of her mouth is, “Was that English?”
  • So Magnus has to slow down and repeat everything again.
  • Cue the appearance of Sugar Glider Alex, who comes up when Alex gets nervous. 
  • And Magnus is like, “Wave your tail once for yes, twice for no, like a seance.”
    • Alex turns back into Human Alex and gives him the best “What the fuck is wrong with you?” face she can possibly muster. Obviously it’s a yes, the question was just a little sudden.
  • And so Magnus spends the next week stressing about what he’s going to wear and where he and Alex should go, and “Are first dates ice skating and holding hands or sledding and knocking each other into the dirt?”
    • Mallory: “It’s summer, idiot.”
    • TJ: “I don’t think Alex ice skates.”
    • Halfborn: “There’s dragons on Thursdays!”
  • Magnus and Alex end up going hiking, because both of them like hiking. And then they end up at Hearth and Blitz’s place for a movie. Kind of like a double date with Magnus’ adoptive parents but… not?
  • Alex and Hearth get along really well. Alex asks Hearth to teach him how to swear in ASL, and Hearth is more than happy to oblige. Blitz and Magnus then make it a competition: Who can come up with the most outrageous sentence in ASL?
    • Hearth. Hearth can. No question. Hearth is the master of sentences that should never see the light of day. And he thrives on the light of day. 
    • But Alex’s sentence isn’t bad. It’s definitely not something you’d say in front of polite company. Or company at all. 
  • Magnus walks Alex back to his room, because that’s the sort of thing you’re supposed to do on a date, right?
    • Wrong. Alex turns right around and walks Magnus back to his door. Because he honestly doesn’t think Magnus won’t fall over his own two feet or get hit by a dragon. (See, Magnus? When you act like an idiot for weeks, everyone starts thinking you’re a disaster waiting to happen!)
  • And then there’s the whole bit of whether or not they should kiss at the door, because it’s just a first date and all that. 
    • Alex decides yes. Magnus decides yes, too. 
  • TJ, Mallory, Halfborn, and Sam have all gathered in the hall and are exchanging bets. 
    • Magnus slams the door in all of their faces and Alex has the last laugh when Halfborn trips on his way back to his room, taking Mallory, TJ, and Sam down with him. 

anonymous asked:

Phanprompt where Dan gains a lot of weight maybe from meds or hypothyroidism and Phil comforts him?

Genre: smut, fluff, angst???(if you squint)

Word count: 900ish.

Warnings: dysphoria, body worship, comforting!phil, insecure!dan, handjobs, rimming,,,,,,


Looking at himself in the mirror, dan let out a sigh. He was sick of looking fat, just because he wanted to be healthy. It was only three months ago that phil had convinced dan to go to the doctor to get some sort of medication for his recurring migraines. They worked, but now dan had gained almost 10 pounds and he was panicking, I mean how much weight could he gain before phil stopped finding him attractive and he left him?

As dan poked and prodded at his tummy and thighs, phil walked into their bedroom looking for his laptop charger, and overheard dan’s grumbles. Curiously, he walked over to the bathroom door, and looked through the thin crack of an opening, to see dan looking sadly down at his tummy. Phil scrunched up his nose, he had thought the little bit of fat on dan had been quite appealing, especially his thighs that now jiggles when he rode phil, but what if dan hadn’t felt the same?

“Dan?” Phil watched Dan flinch before dropping his shirt and spinning to face Phil, blushing and nervously twisting his fingers.

“Oh, uh hey, didn’t see you…um how long have you been standing there?” He whispered the last part but phil heard it anyways, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around dan waist.

“Long enough. You know I think it’s sexy.” Dan scoffs as if to say, ‘yeah right’, but Phil is having none of it. He grabs onto Dan hip roughly and pushes him into the bathroom counter before picking him up and sitting him on it. Pushing between his thighs, phil grabs ahold of both in each hand, “You’re fucking thighs, Jesus they kill me, make me so flustered when you ride me, the way they bounce, fuck, Dan, you don’t even realize do you?”

Dan’s blushing a red hot and Phil is nuzzling his neck, “Not to mention your tummy, so cute when I fuck you, love your little rolls and love tickling you, giving you kisses.” His hands grip the hem of Dan shirt, tugging lightly in a form of asking for permission to take it off and dan nods quickly, whimpering. He steps back and dan whines but phil just pushes off his own shirt, stepping forward again to press their now bare chests against each other hotly, his hands roaming to dan lower back, “Your hips and little love handles are so adorable, Dan, make me want to touch you all the time, love marking them up and knowing I’m the only one who can see them, shit.” His hands flutter to the button on dan’s jeans, looking to himself permission before popping it open and unzipping them, pulling them off with his briefs.

“Love your arms too, Christ, when I cuff you to the bed frame, they look so good, fuck, pulling at the restraints trying to touch me like it’s all you can think about, gets me so fucking hot.”

Dan finally breaks, moaning wantonly, “C’mon phil, please, bedroom now.” His fingers threaded in Phil soft hair, gripping tightly and thighs hooked around his hips securely.

“Yeah baby, I got you. Gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart. You want me to make you feel good?” Feverishly, dan nods, a whine ripping from his throat.

Phil pushes Dan back onto their shared bed, discarding his own pants and boxers, before joining him. Reaching into the bedside table drawer, he pulls out a bottle of lube, popping open the cap and squirting some onto his hand before loosely taking hold of his own member and dan’s in one hand and pumping them together. Dan’s whimpers become high pitched moans and he arches into phil’s tight fist, “So good, Phil, g-gonna cum. P-please, can I c-cum?” Phil shakes his head, pulling from his own hold to lower himself to Dan’s thighs. He bites into dan, licking over the mark before licking and sucking a trial to dan’s entrance.

“Not yet. Hold it for me.” Dan nods, but seems reluctant as Phil’s tongue meets his throbbing hole, lapping wetly at him before prodding gently with the muscle.

“Can’t, can’t hold it anymore please.” Phil pulls back to grab his pulsating cock with dan’s again in his fist, quickly tugging them both, kissing at dan’s neck and groaning out his release as dan convulses under him, their cum collecting on his hand stickily as he works them down.

Rolling off of dan and out of bed, phil grabs a warm washcloth and comes back to find dan with tears rolling down his cheeks, he comes over quickly, “Hey, baby, you ok? What’s up?” Dan curls into his arms, “Just love you, fuck these meds are screwing with my emotions too, I’m sorry, I’m just, thank you, Phil.” Scrunching his eyebrows, phil kisses Dan’s forehead.

“What for?”

“Doing this. Taking care of me, affirming me, making me feel sexy.”

Phil laughs, “Dan! You are sexy, you don’t need me for that. I just couldn’t help myself.” Giggling Dan nuzzles Phil nose with him own, kissing him sweetly before taking the clothe and cleaning them off, throwing it somewhere on the floor. Phil scoops dan into his chest, and dan pushes his face into Phil neck, before they both doze off, not ready to ever leave this feeling.


Sorry this took so long! Hope it’s what you wanted though.


Your bunkai is not a bunkai.

You all know I LOVE kata. I love training every single part of karate, but when practicing kata, I feel… at home. So welcome into my house lovely people…


One of the most famous terms connected to kata is bunkai.
But what you mostly see in YouTube video is in fact, not bunkai at all.

Prepare yourself, let’s get into this!

Originally posted by nekosekainightmares

First up: what is kata?

Yeah okay, it’s a ‘predetermined set of movements that teach you fundamentals of the techniques’.

But it’s more.

First and foremost if you ask me:
It is a method to teach you how to use your body.

Every kata is a complete fighting system. NONE of the movements you make in a kata are without meaning. Every move you make has a specific objective and principle. So with every technique, step, resting moment in a kata, you are practicing a self-defense situation AND a karate principle.

Okay now I’m going to introduce the three stages of bunkai kata, and remember them well:

  1. Omote (surface)
  2. Ura (behind)
  3. Henka (changing)


Originally posted by fushy3874

Now a lot of YouTube video’s promise you bunkai, but give you something else:

Kaisetsu  (解説)

Kaisetsu means ‘to give an explanation’. But as we know, a Japanese word has many meanings, so let’s take the karate translation:

‘Endless application’

Application. To apply what you have learned. What you see, is what you get. Does it look like a block with a punch? Hot damn, it might actually be a block and a punch!

It’s an explanation of the kata on a surface level, with the embusen mostly intact.

Which are, most of the video’s on the internet when you search the name of your kata, like Pinan Yondan or Kushanku:

(‘bunkai’ starts at 8 minutes into the video, or check out the first 30 seconds for a gist of it)

Do not be fooled. The video is tagged bunkai, but it is not bunkai. It’s Kaisetsu.

3 Tips to recognize Kaisetsu versus Bunkai

  1. Does the karate-ka follow the techniques of the kata exactly (like punches/blocks, embusen etc.)

  2. Is the karate-ka attacked in an equal karate manner? (like attacked with junzuki or mae geri)

  3. Does it look like the kata in every way?
    Kaisetsu. All the way.

Don’t get me wrong, I love this video, it shows good kaisetsu and it’s performed on a proficient level. But what bothers me is that it’s labeled as bunkai when it’s not.

Let’s talk about bunkai shall we?

Originally posted by heroofomegle

Bunkai (分解)

It means to dissemble a kata completely. It’s a complete breakdown, analysis of the steps, techniques, movements, everything.

Remember the three levels of bunkai kata?

Omote (surface)

Ura (behind)

Henka (changing)

The thing is, kaisetsu and omote bunkai are a bit hard to tell apart.
Omote means surface, and omote bunkai refers to bunkai on a surface level. Kaisetsu is applying the techniques on a surface level. That’s why they get mixed up so easily.

Omote bunkai is different from kaisetsu in a very easy-to-spot way:

The attack.

Bunkai is practical application. Kaisetsu is endless application.
Now I know it sounds similar, but it’s not.

You can think of an endless amount of karate attacks in which you can apply your kata (kaisetsu). But can you incorporate the kata on a choke hold? A knife attack, or a grab on the wrist?

That’s the difference between kaisetsu and omote bunkai. The setting and attack is crucial. It’s very different to start in a fighting position and receive a perfect mae geri than to be caught off guard and you have to apply what you’ve learned when you’re in a choke hold.

Ura bunkai ( 裏分解)

There is no fixed bunkai. Never. There is not ‘one application that fits all’. Karate forms your body and mind into a weapon, make no mistake about that. Which means the possibilities for destruction of your opponent are endless!

Originally posted by scumreject

Catch my drift?

Anyways, ura bunkai is what goes on behind the what-you-see-is-what-you-get part of a kata. I am so amazed that a few years ago kata Naihanchi (Tekki Shodan) actually taught me how to break someone’s neck.
You read that correctly. 

Break. someone’s. neck.
Killing them

Scary stuff. The real deal.

So yeah that lame little ‘gamae’ posture that gives you a breather in the kata? You could also use it to break someone’s neck while you’re at it!
But I could’ve never seen it for myself. Students are blind to ura bunkai, they need guidance. Myself included. A great ambassador of omote- and ura bunkai in my opinion is Ian Abernathy. Practical self-defense using kata.

The video is 3 minutes of pure no nonsense beating the living daylights out of this guy. In a respectful karate manner, using Naihanchi.

Henka waza (変化技)

The last stage is henka waza. It’s the stage after omote and ura. It’s a stage that you can reach when you have a higher DAN degree and have practiced for many years. But you have to search and study actively for it.

It’s when the kata are so ingrained in your body, and you know so many applications (both omote and ura), that you are free of form. Almost like a kata without kata.

変 = Hen = unusual, change, strange
化 = Ka = change,  take the form of
技 = Waza = technique, art

変化 Henka = change;  variation;  alteration;  mutation;  transformation; metamorphosis

It means you can transform the kata, the techniques to your own will and apply them freely in any situation. Free as a bird… of prey.

Originally posted by nidoqueen

That’s it for now! Oof okay this has been lengthy! But in my defense, bunkai is a VERY deep and broad topic so in my opinion, this was short.


Okay that gamae had an application, you mayby could have guessed. But did you know that ‘looking left and right’ in Naihanchi also has a practical meaning?

Enjoy this 8 minute explanation by, once again, Sensei Ian Abernathy!

Thank you for reading, I am open to questions and requests!

violerwolf  asked:

Klance + Nightmares Or just you know, lance angst

Whoops sorry this turned out to be more Keith angst than Lance angst. It is nightmares though. Hope you enjoy anyway ^^

           His own shriek woke him up as he sat up violently, breathing hard, sheets twisted around his legs, his t-shirt soaked with sweat, his hair falling into his eyes, his hand scrambling to find the knife, usually kept under his pillow, but there was nothing there. He cursed, squinting through the dark to try and find it, still not fully awake, when the door slid open.

           “Keith?” Lance said uncertainly. The dim hallway light outlined his silhouette in the doorway, barefoot and dressed in the blue pajamas he’d somehow found on board the ship. He yawned. “Are you okay?” he asked. Keith took a deep breath, trying to calm his heart rate.

           “I’m fine,” he said tersely. He felt more than saw Lance’s tired eyes squinting at him skeptically.

           “That’s the third time in a row I’ve heard you screaming in the middle of the night,” he said. “Ever since you were with those Marmora guys…” The memory hit Keith like a jolt – that’s why his knife wasn’t under his pillow anymore. He didn’t want to accidentally turn it into a sword in the middle of the night and stab himself through the neck in his sleep. Lance was waiting for an answer. Keith shrugged, not even sure Lance could see it.

           “It’s just nightmares. I’m fine.” Lance didn’t move, the skepticism rolling off of him in waves. “Really, Lance. Go back to sleep. I appreciate the concern, but I’m fine.”

           “Are you going to go back to sleep?” Lance asked. Keith shrugged again. He wouldn’t, he knew – he’d probably go hit the training deck, take a shower, and go back to his room before any of the others woke up, and then come back out and join the rest of them at breakfast – but Lance didn’t need to know that.

           “Yeah, yeah. I’ll get back to sleep eventually,” he said, waving him away. Lance stepped into the room instead, the door sliding closed behind him. “What are you doing?” He heard him crossing the room, feeling his way through the dark, heard him bang against the edge of the table, before suddenly a big weight dropped onto the end of Keith’s bed. “Lance. What. Are. You. Doing.” Something heavy and hot stretched itself out beside him.

           “Scooch over,” Lance muttered sleepily. “I’ll fall off the edge.”

           “Good, get off my bed,” Keith said, shoving at him, but Lance’s limp weight was heavy and stubborn.

           “Not till you sleep,” he mumbled, burrowing his face against Keith’s pillow. He shoved back, managing to push Keith towards the wall enough that they were more or less centered on the bed. “C’mon, lie down. ’Scomfy.”

           “Lance,” Keith groaned. “Can’t you leave me alone for one night?” Lance pushed himself up onto his elbows and looked at him, little more than a shadowy outline in the dark.

           “How much did you sleep last night?” he asked. Keith shrugged, looking away uncomfortably.

           “I dunno, same as you I guess. A little less, maybe.”

           “No, because after I woke up to you screaming, about three hours later, I woke up to you showering, and when I checked the gladiator logs from the training deck you’d been there for three hours in the middle of the night. So then I checked the night before, and you’d done the same thing. And I’ve heard you wake up yelling sometimes even before you went to the Blade of Marmora.” Lance pushed himself back so he was sitting cross-legged, facing Keith from the end of the bed, and crossed his arms. “You need to be getting sleep, Keith. We all do.” Keith felt himself go red and was glad that it was too dark for Lance to read his face.

           “I’m fine,” he insisted. “I just don’t sleep a ton, is all.”

           “Yeah, but you need to,” Lance insisted. “We’re about to try and take down Zarkon. We all need to be ready for the fight of our lives.” Keith looked down.

           “Do you even trust me to be on this team anymore?” Lance was silent for a beat.

           “What do you mean? Of course I do,” he said.

           “But I’m Galra. Part Galra, anyway.” Keith dropped back onto the pillow, legs still folded, and stared at the ceiling. “I keep having nightmares… The Galra taking over Earth, the Galra taking over the castle, the Galra killing…” he swallowed, “killing you guys, or my… my dad… and… I’m helping them. I’m one of them.”

           “You’re not, though,” Lance said. He lay back down beside Keith, on his side, his face just inches from Keith’s ear, and spoke softly. “You’re part Galra, but you’re not one of their soldiers. You’re not part of the Empire. You’re Keith. You were the best in our class at the Garrison, you spent a year in a desert tracking down Blue, you rescued Shiro, you flew through an asteroid field to rescue Blue when Rolo stole her, you took on Zarkon all by yourself… Okay that last one was pretty stupid, but still incredibly brave. That’s you, Keith. Not some faceless purple soldier.” Lance’s arm swung up and draped across Keith’s stomach, making him suddenly very aware of how it rose and fell with his breath. “You’re brave and cool and I— I—” Lance’s words were interrupted by another yawn. “You’re just as much a part of this team as anyone.” Keith lay still and quiet, listening to Lance’s breath, hyper aware of the heat radiating from his body just inches away. For a minute, he thought he had fallen asleep, until he heard him sigh and say quietly, “If you really want me to go, I will.” Keith didn’t answer. Lance sighed again, and the arm disappeared from Keith’s stomach. He felt him sit up, and suddenly his hand shot out and he grabbed Lance’s arm.

           “Stay,” he whispered. There was a pause, and then Lance lay back down next to him.

           “Okay,” he said. He dropped the arm back over Keith’s stomach. “Is this okay?” he asked. By way of answer, Keith scooched down and turned on his side so Lance’s arm was draped across his shoulder, and they were practically face to face. His left arm he folded back, pillowing his head on the crook of his elbow, and the other, he hesitantly draped over Lance’s side. He could see Lance’s eyes in the dark, searching his face, but Keith just closed his eyes and breathed evenly, Lance’s warmth comforting and solid against him.

           “Okay,” Lance whispered. “Sweet dreams, Keith.”

           He slept until morning for the first time in weeks, but when he woke up, Lance was gone.

[I am no longer accepting prompts, just completing the ones in my inbox]

Markiplier Resident Evil 7 Sentence Starters (Part I)

  • “I’M A BRAVE BOY!”
  • “Stop twitching, you are goddamn weird.”
  • “That’s so sweet, that’s so lovely.”
  • “It was a bit overcompensating in the love department.”
  • “That looks pretty legit out there.”
  • “We’re in the future, where graphics are GREAT!”
  • “Ah, locked I see, excellent. Just testing your security!”
  • “Well, let’s find a dead body!”
  • “Who’re we talking about here?”
  • “I was in the middle of having an existential crisis!”
  • “Well that’s definitely a swamp.”
  • “Is that a pair of pants or is that a dead body?”
  • “Ohhh I should’ve looked to the left at the flesh monument!”
  • “I should probably go home at this point.”
  • “I mean, the decorative buzzsaws are definitely an addition.”
  • “Nah, I think I’ll stay crouched.”
  • “When things are covered in strange black substances, it’s usually the best thing that could happen.”
  • “Oh I definitely don’t like that.”
  • “Maybe I could warn myself about the things that I choose to do when I choose to do them!”
  • “Sorry, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be intruding.”
  • “Why would anybody live here?”
  • “Is the finger still in the drawer?”
  • “That is a less than reassuring thing.”
  • “Bing-bong, bring it on!”
  • “Maybe that dead body is actually my body.”
  • “I’m ok with underwater monsters so long as they don’t fart up against my leg.”
  • “Yeah, sure, this seems like a good idea.”
  • “Yeah I can definitely confirm now that this was definitely a bad idea.”
  • “I’m not here right now!”
  • “Ok, how about no?!”
  • “I got stabbed in the shoulder and stabbed in my fucking hand!”
  • “I didn’t want to be a part of this!”
  • “Um yes, hello, I just killed my ex-wife.”
  • “Oh fuck, she did get away.”
  • “At least I have an ax.”
  • “Anyway, I splashed some goop juice on me and hopefully I’m a little bit better.”
  • “I know she’s my wife and all, but do I really need to do that?”
  • “Let me slap my goop hand on there.”
  • “That was obviously something bad happening.”
  • “I don’t trust you. I see that knife.”
  • “What the fuck, I just lost my arm.”
  • “I know how to count to two!”
  • “Just going to carry my wounded ass over here.”
  • “Well I shot her enough, I think.”
  • “Why do they need twenty pet collars?”
Old Friends (Part 1)

Originally posted by magnusbaene

Pairing: Magnus x Reader (Friends)

Requested: Nope

Summary: You end up at Magnus’s doorstep looking for help from an old friend.

GIF Not Mine

Part 1 - Part 2

They were everywhere. One minute you were minding your own business in your loft the next it was swarming with Circle Members trying to kidnap you. Apparently Valentine wants a warlock and you were the one they wanted. You managed to escape but not without getting injured. You had just enough strength to portal to Magnus’s. When you got there you knocked on the door and leaned against the wall next to the door to support you. The door opened with Magnus looking around until his eyes landed on you. His face dropped when he saw the condition you were in. “Y/N…” He gasped before moving to your side and catching before you fell.

You woke up to Magnus healing you. He must have brought you inside because you were lying on his couch now. When he noticed you had woken you smiled at him gratefully. You hated how you dragged Magnus into your mess. “I’m sorry that I showed up on your doorstep unannounced.” You apologised trying to sit up, wincing as you weren’t fully healed yet. Magnus held your arm helping you and guiding you up.

“How many times do I have to tell you that’s it fine Y/N?” Magnus gave you a warm smile.

“I know I just feel bad that I always bring trouble to your door.”

“What happened to you anyway?” Magnus wondered.

“I was attacked in my loft. I was minding my own business and then out of nowhere a group of people, Shadowhunters… yeah they were Shadowhunters, came and started attacking me. They tried to kidnap me. I think they might have been part of the Circle.” You said, your voice quavering.

“Oh, Y/N I’m so sorry you had to go through that.” Magnus replied with pity laced in his voice. This isn’t the first time you’ve ended up injured on his doorstep. There have been a number of times where people have tried to kidnap you, torture you, and even kill you all because you are a warlock. He knew that it brought back painful memories but you knew you were safe with him. “Just try and get some rest, okay? We’ll discuss this more in the morning if you want.” You nodded and gave him another more grateful smile before lying down on the couch to rest.


When you woke up Magnus was having a hushed conversation with someone. It was someone you’ve never met before. You peeked over the couch to see who it was. It was a tall raven haired boy with runes. Your eyes grew wide when you saw the runes and you immediately went into defensive mode not caring that you were still drained from the attack. You used your magic to throw the Shadowhunter against the wall holding him there. “Y/N stop! It’s alright. He’s not going to hurt you.” Magnus spoke gently to you trying to calm you down. While he spoke Magnus was walking towards you slowly. You didn’t notice as you had your eyes on the Shadowhunter the whole time. Magnus placed his hand on your arm causing you to turn and look at him. Fear was what Magnus could see in your eyes. He used his magic to calm you down which worked as you dropped the Shadowhunter to the floor.

Magnus ran to his side to see if he was okay. Disbelief crossed your face. You didn’t mean to hurt him but your instincts kicked in and you couldn’t help it. “I’m so sorry.” You apologised, shocked at your actions.

“It’s okay.” The Shadowhunter reassured you. He was still sitting on the floor beside Magnus.

“Y/N this is Alec. He won’t hurt you, okay? In fact he’s here to help.” Magnus told you. You relaxed when he said Alec was he to help. “I told him about the men who attacked you.”

“They were apart of the Circle, yes?” Alec asked. You nodded. “Valentine sent them after you because he needs a warlock. Do you know why they need a warlock or where they were going to take you? Did they mention any place names?”

“They didn’t say anything. I mean I was so focused on trying to get away from them I didn’t really register what they were saying. I’m sorry I can’t be of more help.” You looked at him apologetically. You wished you could help me more. Help catch and stop these people so no one else can get hurt.

“It’s okay, Y/N. All that matters is that you’re okay and that you’re alive.” He gave you a gentle smile. A few minutes ago you had him against the wall and now he was smiling at you. You felt like you could trust him now and you felt completely relaxed around him. “I have to get back to the institute and catch everyone up with what I found out.” He told Magnus before kissing him on the cheek and leaving the loft. You raised your eyebrow and smirked.

“What?” Magnus asked.

“Nothing. You didn’t tell me that Alec was your boyfriend.”

“Well in my defence when I introduced you to him you did just pin him against the wall.”

“Touché. Sorry about that by the way.” You apologised again. Magnus raised his eyebrows as a warning. It was one of your habits that you always kept apologising, even for the smallest things.

“Anyway, does Raphael know you’re back?” Magnus asked changing the subject.

“No he does not.” You blushed at the mention of your old friend Raphael. “Not yet anyway.”

Requests are open

A/N: there will be a part 2 to this with Raphael


more foreteller headcanons because my brain cannot create anything else also, they’re fun

  • Ira: “when have I ever led you guys astray?” Gula: “would you like a list? it’s alphabetized”
  • Aced: “there shall come a day when the strength of men fail… But it is not this day!” Invi: “you’re going to ask ira to let you lead group training this isn’t a final boss battle”
  • Gula is The Prankster™
  • Ask him to help you get back at someone. No questions asked just “yeah sure do we need the saran wrap or the flamethrower”
    • Him and Master would pull the stupidest things lemme tell you
    • That time they replaced all the curtains with aced’s underwear
    • The time they switched out all of invi’s books with childrens picture books
    • Luxu once woke to find every single one of his souvenirs had been moved to separate shelves
    • related to this, they once switched everything in invi and ava’s rooms (which were across the hall from each other) while they were sleeping. how’d they do this without waking either up. no one knows.
    • That other time they replaced all the curtains but this time with sequins
  • Oh but if Gula’s the prankmaster
  • Invi is The Blackmailer™
    • You need something to make Ava blush for an hour straight? The third bear incident. Something to stop Aced from ratting you out to Ira? Remind him of that time he wore high heels and managed to break three stairs and a door
  • Luxu probably hoards photos. He’d be the best scrapbooker you’ve ever seen. No one knows why.But he has at least fifty candids of each of them, even of Master. Invi probably teams up with him for incriminating photos.
  • people try to keep secrets in the castle but like?? they never stay secrets
  • Invi knows about it like immediately, either from deducing it or because someone told her (they all tell her like everything) and no one knows how but Gula knows, and Master probably knew even before it happened. Luxu will figure it out sometime after too
  • Faced with seemingly impossible circumstances:
    • Aced grits his teeth and inspires himself with some impassioned speech and does it anyway
    • Gula rolls his eyes and walks away
    • Invi had already prepared for this what are you talking about nothing surprises her
    • Ira panics internally but comes up with a plan
    • Luxu probably sighs because again, Master, why did you leave me alone with the giant monster again, but doesn’t back down even as he’s freaking out
    • Ava probably calls for help and in the 0.5 seconds it takes for the other Masters to show up she’s probably already killed it (oh, sorry, guess I didn’t need the help but thanks anyway guys! You’re the best!)
  • Ava: “You’re smiling. Did something happen?” Gula: “Can’t I smile just ‘cuz I feel like it?” Luxu: “Aced tripped and fell in the parking lot.”
  • Master, at some point: “No instructions, you die like men.”
  • you know the part in the movie where Invi’s like “no, let me do the talking” to Ira? Yeah, that’s not because he and Aced would butt heads. No, it’s because Ira is really bad at subtlety. Like, really bad. he couldn’t be subtle if his life depended on it. Can’t keep secrets. you know the parks and rec scene where it’s “look behind you but don’t be obvious”? yeah, him obnoxiously obviously turning around is Ira to a T

thanks for listening to me ramble about these kids

You’re Hurt (Dick Grayson x female reader)

Prompt(s): 10. B. “You idiot!” - “I know.”  

Pairing: Dick Grayson x reader

Words: 1676

Warnings: Cursing, Violence, mentions of torture

Notes: I don’t know…just an idea that popped into my head.

Originally posted by dcbatmanandjoker

Originally posted by kenihewa

“Nightwing, you better hope I don’t get out of these bonds,” you growled. You and Nightwing had been on a mission together and, as per always, it went sideways. Only halfway through did you realize that had been Nightwing’s plan the whole time to get captured. Oh, you were ready to pulverize the idiot.

“Come on, it’s not that bad. It’s not like they’re going to kill us,” which was the precise moment that the two most annoying villains decided to enter the room.

“Oh, that sound like a,” the Joker’s voice changed from a upbeat tone to a darker one, “great idea.”

“You two have been a pain in the ass these last couple of years. Moreso that the Bat himself. You’re going to die… but not before we have some fun,” Two-Face states as he smirks at the both of you.

“You idiot,” you harshly whispered to Dick.

He sighed and quietly replied, “I know.”

“I hope you have a plan to get us out of this considering it’s your fault we’re in this mess because of you.”

“Of course I have a plan.”

“You don’t have a plan,” you deadpanned.

“It’s a work in progress,” he replied.

“I don’t think we need both of them, Twosie,” Joker laughed, “how about we kill the girl!”

“Not yet, Joker. We still need them. Grab her, she’s step one.”

You fought against the bonds as you saw Nightwing doing the same, “you think she’ll be able to give you what you want? There’s no way. I know more than she ever will,” he was shouting.

Joker cruelly smiled at you, “we’re going to have so. Much. Fun,” his voice was deep and dark as he grabbed your hair and pulled you (and the chair you were in) behind him.


You hadn’t made a noise the whole time they beat you other than the occasional grunt. Joker was getting pretty frustrated and taking it out on you. “If you just scream, it’ll end.”

“In your-” you panted, “fucked up” you took a deep breath “dreams.”

You don’t remember what happened next. You don’t know how much time passed but you finally became aware of your surroundings again. You bit your lip hard as every part of your body screamed at you when you moved. “Are you awake,” Dick asked quietly.

“Yeah,” you whispered and looked over to him. He wore look that conveyed how guilty he felt. You sighed, “it’s not your fault. I went along with you on this mission even at the insistence I stay back. Sounds like they would have come to get me anyway. So stop blaming yourself.”

“Y/H/N, they almost killed you in there. That’s on me-”

“No, that’s on me. I couldn’t get out of my bonds. I was unable to fight against them. I didn’t even try much after-it was my fault, not yours,” you stated. You angled your head to be able to look at Dick, wincing as it pulled sore muscles. “I’m alive. That’s what matters.Now stop feeling guilty and figure out how to get us out of here.”


Your fight against your bonds were futile as they took Dick away. All you ended up doing was injuring yourself more. You knew what you’d been put through in that room…it was a very likely assumption that they would do a lot worse to him. Even after he was gone, you continued to fight against the bonds. You had to get out and stop this before they actually decided to kill you both.

You knew what they were doing. You had seen the camera during your session with the two villains. They were either livestreaming to the Justice League and Young Justice, or they were filming it to send it to the two teams.

Part of you hoped they had been livestreaming it. That gave the teams a chance to find you both. Both teams had prized hackers and with them working together, they’d be able to find you in no time…unless Two-Face and Joker had outside help as well.

You felt your bonds give slightly and you laughed quietly to yourself. There was no telling when or if the Justice League and yours and Dick’s team would find you, you best start rescuing yourself and Grayson. Once your hand was free, you freed the rest of yourself.

You forced away the pain as you stood and made it to the door. You reached for it, silently praying that it wasn’t locked. The door opened and you stared at it for a second; did the villains learn nothing in all their fights and capturings of different heroes?

You glanced around before heading down the right passage. You guessed that they would take Grayson to the same room they had taken you earlier.

You were right. As you reached it, you peeked in, seeing Dick chained to the ceiling (much like you were) and Joker heavily going at him. There were quite a few more grunts on his end…but you could see why. They were more abusive towards him than you.

You looked for Two-Face, finding him behind the camera. You looked for other entrances or exits, but found none other than the one you were next to. You quickly and quietly slipped in when Harvey wasn’t looking and hid in the shadows. You had to time this right, or you’d end up getting yourself and Grayson killed.

You wanted to take out Joker first. To stop him from hurting Grayson even more, but if you attacked him first, Harvey would have a clear shot of both you and Grayson and could kill either one of you. If you went after Harvey first, Joker could easily kill Grayson. You didn’t want to bet on his obsession with Nightwing to save your best friend…to save the man you had fallen in love with.

You glanced over at the torture tools. There were multiple knives…if you could grab a couple of those, you could repel Joker backwards and keep Harvey occupied. You had learned how to throw knives when you were seven. You had never thought it would come in handy because it always made Bruce nervous to have you carry knives (you’d almost killed someone who had hurt both Dick and Damian and just couldn’t stop yourself). Your weapon of choice had become a blunt katana…but obviously, you didn’t have that on you currently.

You flinched slightly as you heard Dick’s pain through his grunt. You didn’t have time to make a plan for this all to work. You jumped out and grabbed four of the knives, throwing one at Joker’s left shoulder to push him away from Grayson. You threw one at Harvey that knocked him to the ground.

You ignored your pain and jumped on Joker, sinking another knife into his right shoulder and ramming it into the ground. You whirled around in time to meet Harvey’s fist. You stumbled backwards, the last knife in a defensive stance. You could see Dick struggling to get out of his chains as you looked over to Joker who was beginning to try to get the knives out of his shoulders.

You jumped over Harvey, kicking his back and making him stumble into the wall in front of him. You had one shot. Either nail Harvey with the knife, or free Grayson. You turned on your toes and shot the knife across the room, hitting the mechanism that held Grayson’s chains up and caught him as he fell.

You quickly turned so you were in the line of Harvey’s attack instead of Grayson. A soft grunt left your lips as you turned to him and fought to keep him away from you and Grayson. You periodically looked over to Joker, making sure he hadn’t moved yet.

You got knocked back and into the chains. You gripped them tightly and waited for Harvey to attack you. You saw Grayson over at the camera and computer, most likely trying to get a signal out to the Justice League, or even just Batman himself.

You brought the chains up and wrapped them around Harvey’s neck as he came at you. You started to choke him, repeatedly getting thrown into a wall while on his back. He slowly sunk to the ground and you hopped off of him, coming face to face with the Joker and the two knives you had nailed him with.

You flipped away and evaded him as much as possible. “Come on, little girl, don’t you want to play?” He caught your arm and threw you into a wall across the room. The air left your lungs and it took you a minute to get your surroundings back enough to push yourself up. You were met with a burning on your left arm as you saw a knife cut across your skin.

“Any time now,” you grunted as you were thrown backwards, “Nightwing!”

Before the Joker could land another blow to your body, Dick was throwing him away from you. “Get out of here,” Dick stated.

“Not without you.”

“Damn it (Y-”

“Nightwing. I don’t leave a team member behind.”


You looked across the room to the bed Grayson was in. He was currently trying to get out of the bed. “You’re suppose to be resting.”

“There’s work to be done. I can’t just sit here and rest.”

“You’re no good to anyone hurt.”

“I can’t just do nothing.”

“Then I’m going with you.”

“No you’re not.” You started pushing up and undoing all of your wires. “(Y/N), stop. You need to heal.”

“Funny, I know you need to do the same, but if you’re going to go get yourself killed, I might as well come with you.”

“Why do you always do this,” he asked, his movements stopping.

You rolled your eyes. “I care about you. I’m not about to let you hurt yourself more than you already are. I don’t like seeing you hurt, okay?”


all the reasons Fitzherbert P.I. ROCKED MY WORLD!!!

  • What is it with eugene and leaning against something while holding an apple??
  • The lil’ arm touch Rapunzel does when she stands next to eugene to look at the painting of robin the 11th!!!
  • ‘hold the pastry’
  • the pAIN IN HIS VOICE WHEN HE SAYS ‘so you guys AGREE with Cassandra??’
  • ‘I am capable of being more than a handsome, devil-may-care rogue. IN FACT, I can be a handsome, devil-may-care anything I want!’
  • *smugly* ‘math’
  • *later, angrily* ‘gah, math!’
  • The fact that eugene goes through every job on the job advertisement board without losing heart I mean what a guy
  • ‘impressive cobblery’ OKAY! So can we talk about the fact that eugene has talent as a cobbler and was only fired because he’d robbed the cobbler in the past…?
  • Eugene terrifying pascal awake from his nap was adorable
  • ‘no one calls me ‘genius’ and gets away with it!’
  • Literally any time eugene demonstrated his skills – cunning, agility, speed, strength, thinking outside the box/thinking on his feet… and my heart leapt <3
  • Acknowledging that he has issues with authority \o/
  • The fact that as soon as he decided to try and be a guard, he went to go and discuss it with Rapunzel! I just love their supportive relationship oh my gosh ;-;
  • The cass/eugene banter in this episode is NEXT LEVEL
  • ‘I was great in school. Easiest three days of my life!’
  • Eugene’s expression when he lines up for guard training???? The lil’ smile and the wide, hopeful eyes…………..…. I need a minute
  • ‘you’ll be sweatin’ tears and crying SWEAT’ oh my god
  • Also the green/grey (??) shirt thing that trainee guards wear? Oh gosh GOLLY does eugene look good in that
  • Just. Shorty. That is all
  • ‘You know, I’ve never said this to another man… but you have handsome teeth’ EUGENE WTF?!!?1 I am in love with this line
  • Eugene doing one-armed push ups while winking *fans self*
  • Cass and max exchanging impressed looks during eugene’s training <3
  • Cass and max getting lowkey annoyed when the captain wasn’t being fair !!!
  • Eugene doing push ups with the BIGGEST GUARD on his BACK *fans self all over again* dat boi strong af
  • Cass getting EVEN MORE ANNOYED when the guards kept playing ‘pranks’ on eugene
  • Arianna being her amazing self as usual
  • Okay but how sad eugene was when he thought he didn’t have a chance of passing the final? Like he REALLY wants to prove that he’s useful and can still DO THINGS and just… I wanna give him a hug in that scene
  • ‘you know, for someone who spent most of his life breaking the rules to get what he wants, you’re having an awful lot of trouble dealing with someone who is breaking the rules to get what he wants’ Cassandra you absolute BABE
  • Max being SUPER HAPPY when eugene sasses the captain
  • The way he dealt with those three guards at the end of the obstacle course??? Indiana jones much??
  • Ohhhh bless those other two trainees celebrating eugene’s success uwu
  • Cassandra actually looking impressed!
  • The height difference between eugene and the captain…. Wow
  • Eugene blowing off his dungeon duties (because ‘math’) so he can go visit Rapunzel ^.^
  • ‘heeyyy blondie, I see you went with the simple choice of . . . beautiful’ (and how happy that made Rapunzel!!)
  • ‘I worked it all out in the old brainium’
  • ‘why don’t you drown your sorrows in a yam’ that part KILLED me
  • ‘who wants to be a guard anyway???’ sour grapes eugene!!!!
  • Shorty just… pulling a fish out of his beard
  • Cass being on eugene’s side and deciding to help him
  • Please give me more of eugene, max and cass busting criminals together bc I loved every second of that
  • The suave af way eugene saved the painting while saying ‘YEAH, baby!’
  • ‘his Italian was TERRIBLE! Subject-verb agreement was way off!’ EUGENE KNOWS ITALIAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • The Honourable Professor Fitzherbert
  • I am so incredibly happy with the fact that he gets to teach ‘thinking like a thief’ to the guards and pass on his knowledge and skills and just!!! Yes!

tl;dr wholesome episode 100/10 have already watched twice

Title: Prodigium

Pairings: Prinxiety (interaction) and Moxiety (familial)

Fandom: Sanders Sides
[Thomas Sanders]

A/N: This is set in an alternative universe where the sides are their own beings and not parts of Thomas’s personality. Also since we don’t know Anxiety’s name yet, he will be called Angelo here.
Not beta’d please forgive the errors


This was the fourth.. No. The fifth town they moved into in only a course of three months and he was getting pretty sick of it.
This town was near a beach and he and his brother managed to get a secluded place by the ocean.

It was admittedly a beautiful place, the sound of waves crashing to the shore was very calming and the air was a cool salty breeze.

No use getting attached to the place though, they’ll end up being ran out by an angry mob in a week.

“Don’t be so negative.” His brother scolds him in a gentle voice, “things will be different this time. We just have to be careful.”

“No matter how careful we were we always end up being found out” he scoffs, “why don’t you just kill me and rid yourself of this misery.”

“Angelo,” his brother’s voice was soft.

“Please don’t talk like that”

Angelo breathes out a defeated sigh, “I’m tired Patton.” Another sigh, “I’m so tired of hiding and running”

Patton sits next to him proceeding to pull the younger man into him.

“I can’t begin to imagine how hard things are for you” Patton speaks running a hand through the other’s hair, “but all I can give you is this. Fingers soothingly massage scalp ” just me being by your side.“

Angelo closes his eyes allows that to be enough.

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Imagine #10 Charles Xavier (Logan Howlett?) - Part 2

Requested by Anon: Hi love I just found your tumblr and its amazing, and I was wondering if you’re planning to write a part two of the Charles Xavier imagine where the reader has siren powers? 💗

 Requested by Anon: Hii could you do an imagine where you have the ability to make everyone horny who touches here (like Alisha in Misfits if you have seen it) and she is barraly 18. she has a thing for for Charles and Logan and yeah… I love your blog ❤ 

Originally posted by xavierstea

 Not my gif

Words: 2181

Warnings: Swears, fem!reader, angst-ish, typos

A/N: Well, both these requests are from months ago and I am really sorry! I’m also sorry for not uploading in weeks. I’m really busy right now with my brother moving in and my other brother behaving like a twat, uni is killing me and I have a date tomorrow, which is probably going to be a fucking disaster, since I have neither confidence nor social skills. Also, I have no idea, why every Part 2 to whatever I write turns into angst. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! xoxo

Part 1

You could see the mansion from all the way down the street, its roof peaking through the scanty green of the early April trees. You hadn’t been here in a long time. And if you were completely honest, you had to admit that the way you had left hadn’t exactly been the behaviour of a young, well-mannered lady. The past years you had been trying to blame it on your mutation, but at least saying goodbye wouldn’t have hurt anyone, that you couldn’t argue with.

Seriously though, you thought, as your reluctant steps brought you closer and closer to the last place you wanted to be, what were you doing here again? You had always hated confrontation, nothing had changed about that after you had left Charles and the others. But you had also never in your life felt as bad as the months after you had disappeared without notice.

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Shifter / Part IX

Summary: Raised as one of Hydra’s experiments, the reader has the abilities of a shapeshifter. Once rescued by the Avengers, the reader lives and grows up among them. However, as the events of Civil War begin to unfold, Y/N becomes ill. She is left under Tony’s care but Tony has recruited a new member – how will this affect the reader and the rest of the Avengers, and where will Y/N end up?

Author’s note: Okay, so I know last part killed a lot of people (one of my best friends told me I’m ‘dead to her’ for the cliffhanger so…) But yeah! There will probably only be about one or two other parts to this, as we are coming to a conclusion of this story arc – maybe in the future there could be a Sequel Series?? who knows. Anyway…. Part 9! Enjoy. (also, i was going to use this gif, but I decided your hearts didn’t need more breaking <3 so i used a partially less soul destroying one.)

Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four || Part Five || Part Six || Part Seven || Part Eight || Part Nine || Coming soon!

Peter Parker x Reader

   The sight of the HYDRA scientist makes your body freeze in place, ice running through your veins, and your assured grip on your ‘gun’ starts to tremble. You can tell Peter recognizes him too – the way his hand comes up and holds your shoulder, partially steadying himself, partially comforting you, and when you glance back at him you can see the anger in his eyes. You start to shake your head, slowly, your jaw clenching. “What did you – How?” You manage, but your voice comes out strained.

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Deadly Secrets

(gif credit to the creator)

Part Ten

Master List

Pairing: Jared x Reader
Word Count: 1,144
Warnings: language, murder, homicide, murder-related details
A/N: This is the final part, my loves! Thank you SO SO SO SO SO much for all of your love and support with this story, it means the world to me. Italics are flashbacks. Hope you guys like it! Anyway, feedback for this is crucial! :)

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Part 1 | 2

“Are you trying to tell me you’ve defeated Pariah Dark but you can’t make a basket?”

“Hey, Pariah was… 9 feet tall… and… five feet wide! That’s a much… bigger… target.” Danny was panting, wasting energy on pointless maneubers. He made another feint for the ball, but Wes saw it coming, not even flinching and leaving Danny shifting awkwardly to no effect.

“I’m six foot six and you can’t even touch me!” Danny finally made a lunge, which Wes dodged, seeing it coming a mile away. The hero was getting tired, his movements getting progressively sloppy as the match progressed.

“You sure… you’re not… going… intangible?” Danny panted, taking a break with his hands on his knees. Wes didn’t stop dribbling.

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anonymous asked:

Sorry Toni but did i read correctly? She helped him edit the bedroom floor vid? Everyone behind the video from the director to the editor let liam to edit it? Is this the versage versus campaign all over again with gigi being the photographer? It's so damn unessecary. Why they have to put the fakelationships in everything? Also the zigi close to a kiss attempt smdh. We may be the delusional but i would be ashamed being a supporter of zigi and chiam.

Hi anon,

Well yeah,  and I wouldn’t say people should feel ashamed of being a supporter of either ‘relationship’. They would say that they simply believe what they’re told and yes I could go on a rant but I won’t today.

Yes, here’s the quote.  Yet to see the actual interview itself, however, he was apparently asked if C was jealous of the BF video.  Which, shows anyway that the person who asked the question was clueless given that there’s absolutely nothing to be jealous of as Liam doesn’t even have a ‘love interest’ in the vid but that’s the standard of red carpet interviews or press conference stuff at awards I guess.

“No, she loved the idea of it, in the end of it she watched the final edits and helped me edit through little bits of the video, she’s got a good eye, ol’chezza… she’s gonna kill me for saying ‘ol’chezza’”

There’s literally nothing she can’t do, well there is but I won’t go there.  Its a mess and I just cannot.   I’m sure whoever Liam’s partner is would have opinions and share ideas but yeah, ultimately it’s going to be the director etc., 

Anyway, yeah - where would Liam and Zayn be, these 2 men who’ve been in the industry for years and been part of photoshoots, videos and had their opinions for years be without G and C?

Beats me. 

Milkshakes - Newt

Your name: submit What is this?

I sighed for what was probably the 100th time today. I wasn’t allowed in the medhut, which meant I wasn’t allowed to do my job, so I hung out around Gally. I hung upside down on a tree, handing him tools.

“Oh my god, you have to shut up. You are getting on my chucking nerves!” He snapped. I rolled my eyes.

“Whatever,” I dismissed. He rolled his eyes at my response. I handed him the hammer, which he took.

“Just talk to him,” he suggested softly.

“No,” I answered without a thought.

“Y/N. You like him. He likes you, not only that, but he really needs you right now.”

“He should have thought of that before he jumped,” I grumbled.


“I know. I know… That was harsh, but you get my point,” I told him. “He clearly doesn’t like me,” I crossed my arms.

“That’s not true.”

“If he did, he would have either told me or talked to me!” I defended myself. He sighed. “Besides,” I muttered, “I’m not allowed in there, anyways.”

“Really? I didn’t notice,” he grumbled under his breath. I scowled at him, making him roll his eyes again. “Look, the only reason you’re not allowed in there is because Minho, Alby, everybody knows you’d just yell at him if you went in there, which is something he doesn’t need right now.”

“Of course I’d yell, I’m pissed!” I yelled, making the other builders look at me. “Sorry,” I apologized as they went back to work. They, surprisingly, like working quietly.

“Okay, you want to know why he didn’t tell you? You honestly want to know?”

“Enlighten me.”

“Because he knew you’d try and talk him out of it.”
“Is that bad?!” I whisper-yelled

“No, it’s not, but he was stupid.”

“You’re shucking right about that,” I agreed.

“Anyways, you’d be successful in doing so. And do you know why?” I rose my eyebrow. “Because he likes you.”

“He doesn’t—“

“He does, believe me. Anybody could see it. A blind man could see it,” he assured me. “Anyways, he didn’t tell you that because he’s dense. Just like you.”

“Hey!” I screamed, making the builders look at me again. “Sorry!” I apologized again. I glared at my best friend. “Anyways, so what? Do you want me to march in there, act like I’m okay with it?” I asked. “Pretend that every thing is hunky Dory? Everything’s a-okay? It’s not a-okay! He just tried to kill himself!” I whispered the last part.

“Yeah, well, save the screaming for another day, yeah? For now, go do what you do best and help the fella,” he advised. I pulled myself up the tree so I could sit up.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you don’t want me here.”

“No offense, but I don’t. All you’ve helped me done is hammer a nail into a plank of wood and your disturbing the other builders,” he admitted. I rolled my eyes.

“Fine, I’ll go.” I climbed down the tree.

“Thank you,” he smiled.

“But you’re giving me ice cream,” I completed. He looked at me incredulously.

“I helped you!” He yelled.

“You want be to be nice to people when I’m so angry you could fuel a rocket ship to Pluto and still have enough to compress Peanut Butter into a diamond,” I crossed my arms. “The ice cream will make sure I’m not biting your head off. I’m helping you,” I shrugged before walking to the mess hall. I asked Frypan for something with a bunch of sugar, and he delivered. I had the most intense chocolate milkshake of my life. 

Alby and Minho crossed their arms, blocking their entrance. I rolled my eyes. 

“Look, I promise, cross my heart, hope to die, that I will not scream or yell. If I do, you could escort me out and cut off my reading privileges for 30 days,” I bargained. They exchanged a look before moving aside. “Thank you,” I sighed, walking in. I looked at the blond boy and I sat on a stool.

“You’re pissed,” he said bluntly. “I could see that from 50 kilometers away.” I spun around on the stool, going faster each time.

“Maybe, but we’re not gonna talk about that,” I chuckled. “We are gonna talk about the real issue here and that issue is that I, Y/N, am bored.” I put myself to an abrupt stop as the whole world spun. I stood up.

“I don’t think—“ He began, but I put my hand up.

“Shhh!!!!” I shushed him. “Don’t be party pooper! I bet that—“ I fell on the floor the minute I tried to take a step forward.

“Y/N! Are you—“ He was cut off by my laughing on the floor. Jeff came in and ran to me.

“Y/N! Are you okay? What happened?”

“The whole world spun around and it did, like, a milluple pirouette and then I went down—“ I stopped laughing. “I just realized, my down is somebody else’s up and somebody else’s up is my down,” my eyes widened.

“Y/N?” Jeff asked. “Are you sick or something?” I shook my head.

“I’ll tell you what though, I am totally not bored now,” I laughed. 

“Okay,” Jeff rose an eyebrow. “Let’s get you up on this bed,” he helped me stand up and he let me to a bed next to Newt’s.

“I’m not sick though! I swear!” I put my hand up like I was doing an oath.

“Uhuh, but you’re certainly not well.”

I’m not crazy I’m just a little unwell, I know, right now you don’t care, but soon enough you’re gonna think of me, and how I used to be… me… talking to myself in public—“ I sang.

“Okay, Y/N. Why don’t you rest a little while?” He suggested.

“I swear! I’m not sick! I’m just on a sugar high because it’s…” I cleared my throat, “High noon,” I said in my best western cowboy accent.

“Uhuh, sure. Okay. I’ll check on you later, okay? Stay on that bed, okay?” He suggested. I nodded feverishly and he left.

“Milkshakes are awesome!” I yelled after a while, letting my back fall onto the bed.

“What?” Newt chuckled. I sat up quickly.

“Milkshakes. They’re awesome,” I told him. “Anyways,” I clapped my hands together. “Do you ever think of nothing?”

“What are you on about?” Newt laughed.

“Like, do you ever thing about nothing? Not like you’re not thinking, but you’re thinking of the word nothing and the concept of it?” I asked. He shook his head. I swung my legs onto the bed. “Do you think that anyone has ever tried to capture nothing? Like they go out and they try to get nothing into a jar and say, proudly, that they successfully captured nothing?”


“Why not?” I whined. “You know how hard it is? To get nothing.”

“How?” He played along. I grinned and looked at him.

“Like… you can go up to space and that empty space actually has photons and electrons, they just don’t interact with anything. You’d need a lot of energy to capture absolutely, positively nothing. And then the dictionary describes the word nothing as something of no importance or concern; not anything, no thing, not a thing. You follow?”

“Yeah, I understand,” he rose an eyebrow.

“So then when you capture nothing, it becomes significant. It is something of importance or concern so then nothing becomes nothing. The idea of nothing that I just drew is now something and not nothing. So then, you actually can’t capture nothing, that’s what makes it difficult. The minute you capture nothing, it becomes something. The minute you think of nothing, it becomes something. So, it’s actually impossible to capture nothing if you want to capture nothing or even think about capturing nothing. So, you can’t preserve it, you have to let it go, but even then, you’d probably know you got nothing, which makes it something,” I finished. I put my hand to my head and pushed it out to make a gesture that said mind blown. Newt laughed and rolled his eyes.

“Only you, Y/N, can overthink nothing,” he stated.

“I appreciate nothing, too! Like, it must really be hard to be nothing and remain nothing, because you’re in constant hiding,” I told him, then I laughed. He chuckled.

“What?” He asked.

“Nothing,” I answered, making me laugh harder. He laughed too

“Y/N, what are you thinking of?” I shook my head.

“No, it’s just… I can make it super inspirational too,” I grinned. He rose an eyebrow.

“Enlighten me.”

“Only you, Newt, can ask me to enlighten you with nothing,” I pointed at my best friend. I hung upside down on the bed. “Okay, so you know how nothing, when given a name, or thought of, or given any significance, it becomes something, right?” I asked. He nodded. “So, following the same logic, when you feel as though you are nothing, when you think you’re nothing, you become—“

Something,” we both completed. A silence fell upon us as I sat back up on the bed. I hugged my knees to my chest.

“You really are something, Y/N,” Newt told me. I smiled and looked at him.

“I doubt that,” I answered, “But I know you are something,” I quickly added. He looked at me curiously. “Yeah, a lot of people care about you, you know? Minho and Alby wouldn’t let me in because they thought I’d rip your head off. Gally’s been trying to get my head straight just so I could be here without biting your head off and all the builders just had to deal with me and my boredom, which as you know, is a lot to take in for three days,” I sighed. “And don’t even get me started on what you’ve been doing to me.” I shuddered.

“Why?” He asked. I offered him a smile and I glanced at him. I shrugged.

“Isn’t it obvious?” I sighed. I stood up. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Newt.”

Gally, as promised, gave me his cake the next morning and I got a milkshake. I went in the medhut cheerfully, Minho followed me.

“Good morning, Newt! What’cha thinkin’ about?” I asked, grabbing his chart. Jeff had told me the night before I’d be alright to work again, seeing as how Newt was still in one piece after my visit the day before.

“Nothing,” he answered, smiling at me.

“Nothing or Nothing?” I asked, putting down his chart.

“The latter,” he answered without question.

“Ah, then it’s definitely something,” I nodded.

“Wha—“ Minho looked at us confused. “I— I don’t understand. Did you guys make up some secret language or something?” He asked. I looked at Newt and looked back at him. 

“Nope,” we shook our heads.

“Whatever, I’m leaving. Just needed to make sure she didn’t rip your head off,” Minho told Newt and he ran off. I rolled my eyes.

“So, what about nothing are you thinking about?” I asked.

“Just… nah, it’s not important,” he assured me. I was about to argue, but he quickly said something. “What did you mean yesterday?”

“About what?” I asked.

“About the ‘what you’ve been doing to me’. That’s the only part I wasn’t able to understand,” he admitted. I shrugged.

“You won’t understand even if I told you, Newt,” I replied. “Even if you were Isaac Newton himself, you wouldn’t get it,” I told him.

“Yeah I would!” He argued. I shook my head

“You wouldn’t,” I said certainly.

“What makes you think that?” He asked.

“A number of things,” I answered vaguely.


“Like—“ I stopped myself and shook my head. “Nah, I shouldn’t,” I sighed. “Anyways! Is your blue my blue?” I asked. He chuckled as we began to start a whole new conversation on perspective.

I hated the night

I always used to love the night. The moon, the stars, how everything was a bit more blue at night, but now I hated it. My night was plagued by nightmares and screams, no. Not screams. A scream. Singular. One scream.


“Oh my god!” I gasped as the boys brought Newt into the medhut. “What the hell happened?” I asked.

“He jumped,” Alby answered.

“He what?!” I screamed, grabbing bandages and everything.

“No time to explain, Y/N,” Clint told me. “Are you in this or not? We need your head in the game if we want him alive,” he told me.

“I—I’m in. Definitely. All hands on deck, right?” I gulped. He nodded. I grabbed my flashlight. “He’s got aniscoria,” I gulped. “Newt, can you hear me? How many fingers am I holding up?” I held up two fingers.

“I… uh… Three?” He answered. “What’s going on?” He asked.

“What? You don’t remember?” I asked. He shook his head. “Loss of memory.”
“Everything’s blurry, Y/N. What’s going on?”

“Newt, you jumped off one of the maze walls,” I choked out. “Why? I’ve got no shucking idea why, but you probably do,” I grumbled bitterly.

“We have to break his leg. It’s already broken, but we’ve got to break another part to be able to set it,” Jeff said. “It won’t heal right if we don’t.”

“What?” Newt and I said. They broke his leg and he let out a blood curdling scream. My breathing hitched and I looked away as a tear escaped my eyes

“Y/N! Come on! We need you in the game!” Jeff snapped me out of it. I took a deep breath and nodded. I wiped my tears.

“Yeah. I’m in,” I croaked, looking back at my best friend. “Newt, 1+1 is what?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” he cried, “I don’t know, I can’t think straight.” I nodded.

“I’ll get the CT. I need to make sure there isn’t a bleed,” I muttered. I went off to get the portable CT machine that the creators sent us. I put it over his head. “Newt, I need you to stay very, very still for me, okay?”

“Okay,” he croaked. I waited seven seconds as the CT took the photo. I took the CT off him and I took a look at the photo. “No bleed, nothing out of the ordinary. Just a concussion,” I told the other medjacks. I put the CT away.

“That should be it for his major injuries. Just stitching to be done now,” Jeff said. 

“I got it,” I muttered.

“You sure?” Clint asked. I nodded.

“Yeah,” I said, seeing as Newt had passed out from shock. “I got this.” I came back with the stitching kit and began stitching him up.

It was my nightmare. I saw it and relived in every night. This night, though, was a particularly rough night because my brain had changed it into something much worse. He died this time, and there wasn’t anything I could do. It was a brain bleed, which was even more cruel, because I was the closest thing this place had to a neurosurgeon. If anyone could have saved him, it was me… but I could do nothing but watch.

The next morning, Frypan told me he ran out of sugar and that he couldn’t make cake or ice cream. I nodded, trying to pass it like it was okay, but it wasn’t. I sat next to Gally, Minho, and the others. I was extremely fidgety, like a drugee who couldn’t get their fix, but this was out of nerves.

“Hey, Y/N, you okay?” Minho asked. I shook my head.

“Not really, but I’ll be okay,” I tried to think positively. “But I don’t know if I can work in the medhut today,” I looked at Jeff.

“Sorry, Y/N, but it you’re not sick, I can’t let you off the hook. Clint’s sick today,” he told me. I nodded as my leg bounced. “Are you sure you’ll be okay?”

“Excuse me,” I excused myself, getting up. I walked away. I walked passed the medhut, but I was surprised by a familiar voice.

“Y/N?” I froze. I closed my eyes, trying to keep deep breaths. “Where are you going? Are you okay?” I bit my lip. “Hey, talk to me. Come on, I care about you—”

“Oh, really?” I asked bitterly, turning around to face him. “You know, you’re really something, Newt,” I said, angrily. I chuckled. “You are so mean. I think that I need this in my life, you know, that we… that I should have at least tried, because I think I needed this more than I needed to, but I think I’m scared that I know too much, that I talk to much, that I think too much, and it’s a problem, but I’m trying to get over it… I’m trying to fix myself.“

“Y/N, you’re not making any sense—”

“No, no, I think for the first time, I am making sense. I’m making perfect sense. This makes sense. I was never your best friend, was I?” I asked. “I was just someone that was there, someone that cared about you, made you feel good about yourself by telling you that you were something!” I yelled. I sobbed. I heard footsteps going toward us. Minho was walking to me when Gally grabbed his arm.

“She really, really needs this,” he whispered in Minho’s ear.


“If she doesn’t she might be the next one up there and then what?” Gally muttered. Minho stepped down.

“I wasn’t your best friend. Ever, but dammit, you were mine,” I cried. “You were more than my best friend… I… I…”

“You what?” Newt asked

“You made me fall in love with you,” I whimpered.


“No. Shut up. This isn’t about you right now. Every other minute of every other day, that’s yours. It’ll be all about you, but this minute, this one’s mine, okay? You are going to stand there, dammit, and listen,” I sobbed. “I… I was never your best friend, Newt. I never mattered to you. You know how I know that? I know because you would have told me. You would have talked to me. You would have never even tried to leave without… without telling me you were going. You wouldn’t have abandoned me like that, if you really, really cared. And yeah, I am being selfish, and I’m being mean, but you were mean to me too. I care about you, Newt.

"Do you know how I know? Because if I was thinking about jumping, I would have hugged you and just made that the most revealing and important hug in our entire friendship. If I jumped, I wouldn’t have made you listen to your scream and cry and ask me what was going on 17 times, yes, 17! I counted! 17 times I had to tell you that you had just tried to kill yourself!” I screamed. That was the first time I said it. He tried to kill himself. He didn’t just jump. He tried to kill himself. “If I wanted to jump, Newt, I would have kissed you because no way in hell would I off myself without letting you know how much I loved you. God, do you know how I know you don’t feel the same way?

“You didn’t try. You didn’t tell me. You never did. You just… you just let me come to you and make me beg you to tell me what was wrong, and even then, you wouldn’t say a word. You didn’t love me or care. You never did. You know why I’m so sure about that? Because you don’t destroy the people you love!” I screamed, tears free falling from my eyes. I took a deep breath. I looked down before looking back at him. “Okay. That’s my minute done. You can have all the other minutes now.” I looked at Minho and Alby. “You can take my books.” I began to walk past Newt when he grabbed my arm.

“I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d start crying and freak out. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to think that there was something you could have done. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to feel guilty. I didn’t tell you because I was trying not to destroy you. I didn’t give you any indication because I didn’t want you to destroy yourself and end up on that ledge after me because a world without you is a world that shouldn’t be lived by anybody,” he told me.

“I don’t think you talk to much, and even if I did, I wish you’d talk more because I love the sound of voice. I don’t think you’re a nerd or that you know too much because those facts in that pretty little head of yours come in handy. Maybe you do overthink a lot, but then you appreciate it. Only you can appreciate nothing, Y/N,” he chuckled at the memory. “And yeah, you have every right to be pissed because I didn’t really make it clear. I was stupid—“

“Damn straight,” I agreed.

“But my emotions clouded my judgement. You’re not selfish, you never were. You aren’t mean, you’re just taking care of yourself. Yes, I was mean to you, but like I said, I thought I was protecting you. I didn’t tell you that I cared about you because I thought you already knew. If you told you you were going to jump, I would have never let you and I would have kissed you instead. You know why? Because you were right, Y/N, you were never my best friend. You were, are, and always will be, the love of my life.” I looked at him and our gazes locked for a moment before he walked back into the medhut.

It took me a second to process what just happened. I looked at the crowd then at the medhut and I stormed in there.

“Hang on a minute! You don’t get to tell me you’ve been in love with me the whole time and that you’ve been protecting me this entire time then storm off! That’s not how this works, slinthead!” I scolded. He turned around and faced me.

“Y/N, it’s pretty clear that you ha—“

“You’re not supposed to answer back either! You know what you’re supposed to do?” I walked closer to him. "You’re supposed to kiss me.” He looked at me in disbelief for a moment before happily obliging. My arms wrapped around his neck and his free arm held me close to him.

When we pulled away, I chuckled.

“Aren’t milkshakes great?” I smiled.

I would like to publicly apologize to @itsfridaysomewhere and @gypsyscarfwoman for being annoying grumpy and moody earlier. It’s the hormones; it’s not me. You know when you get to the point where you hate everything and not even your favorite ship can make you feel better? Yeah. Exactly.

So please accept this offering as an apology.

“Just… just hold still for a moment, will you?” Kurt said, the annoyance evident in his very word.

“I can’t hold still when you shoving me like that!” Jane answered, just as annoyed.

“So it’s my fault now?”

“Well it’s certainly not my fault!” Jane replied, “but yes, it’s a little bit your fault!”

“Oh, so I’m responsible for a state wide power outage now?” Kurt huffed.

“No, but you may be slightly responsible for the building generator not working,” Jane relied.

They were stuck in the blacked out locker room. Literally, stuck. They been taking off their gear when the power went out and in their misguided attempts to move around, they bumped into each other. Somehow, their vests were now tangled together, the velcro working like a mysterious bonding agent and they just couldn’t find a way to untangle from each other.

“Oh, really now?” Kurt said, “and how is that?”

“You’re the assistant director of the FBI aren’t you?” She answered.

“Yeah, but maintaining the building generator is not part of my job description,” he replied.

“Well you would’ve screwed it up anyway,” she mumbled, “ouch! That hurt! Will you stop trying to untangle us in the dark?”

“I can’t,” he said, “this is very uncomfortable.”

“Oh, so being close to me is uncomfortable now?”

Oh, and after three months of dating, they were having their first big fight.

“That’s not… that’s not what I meant,” he sighed, “I’m literally bent over here. My back is killing me. So will you stand still and let me fix it!”

“Just give it up, Kurt,” she said, “you can’t fix everything!”

He stopped moving when she said that. Completely froze and went silent.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean that.”

“It’s ok,” he said, “you’re right. I can’t fix everything.”

She felt his arm go around her waist, but as shocked as she was, she said nothing. She felt him move them around slightly and then he was sitting down on the bench, pulling her down with him and onto his lap.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered against her hair. They were still awkwardly tangled up together, but somehow in this new position it was more intimate rather than awkward.

“I know I can’t fix everything,” he said, “I’ve learned that the hard way.”

He felt her nod, her forehead brushing against his chin.

“I know,” she said, “and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say-”

“But,” he interrupted her, “there one thing I’ll never stop trying to fix.”

He felt her turn her head towards him, and even though they couldn’t exactly see one another, they could.

“I’ll never stop trying to fix us,” he said, “I hate that we’re fighting. I hate this. And I want us to fix this.”

“Me too,” she sighed, “I hate fighting with you. I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry, too,” he said and tightened his hold around her. She let her head drop against his shoulder and they sat like that for a moment.

“Now, do you think you can sit still for just two minutes so I can figure this out?”

“I have a better idea,” she whispered against his neck, “we stay like this until the power comes back on.”

“What if it takes hours to come back on?”

“That’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.”