are these even ramps


Harvey Dent on Gotham Tonight (TDK Special Features)

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a CP ficlet, as promised

(idea courtesy of @echoing-artemis, who said CAPTIVE PRINCE BACHELOR AU which then turned into UNREAL AU in my head because let’s face it, in any situation like this, laurent will still be full of machinations.)


When Damen laces his hands together, the left thumb is on top. Laurent fixes this detail with a look that is, as it were, a warm-up for the look he’s about to direct at Damen’s face. Damen is perched on the edge of the plush, over-quilted, impeccably white satin bedspread, elbows resting on his spread knees. He is crushing some of the red rose petals. Laurent makes a mental note to send a production assistant in here with fresh ones before they film the individual segments after the cocktail party.

Someone knocks at the closed door and says, “Um, I think–”

No,” snarls Laurent, wasting the first and most icily searing few seconds of his expression on the door. Silence follows.

“All right, what is it?” Laurent demands of Damen. “Is it drugs? Do I need to send someone out for some cocaine? Do you have a fucking headache? Has a soft-hearted AD whom I will summarily fire snuck you your phone, and you’ve found out that your cat’s died?”

“No,” Damen says, apparently to all of the above. After a moment he adds, in a tone that Laurent can’t parse, “I don’t have a cat.”

“Then what the fuck is wrong with you? I’ve seen potato salad with more vivacity than you’re showing out there.”

“It’s all so–staged,” Damen says, with distaste.

Laurent manages not to roll his eyes, but the violence with which he wishes he were rolling his eyes causes dull pain to gather behind them like a stormcloud.

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Your Everyday Badass

Prompt: could you maybe do something with disabled!batmom. where batmom is in a wheelchair and you explore how that relates to the batman escapade, you could even have her interact with the justice league to redefine their definition of ‘hero’. thanks for writing for us love you! <3

Requested by: ANON

Your life was a mish mash of simple facts. Your husband dressed up in a bat costume and fought crime: Fact. You had adopted children and allowed them to be superheros: Fact. Several of your children had died, and come back to life: Fact. Your husband snored like no tomorrow: Fact. Just because you were in a wheelchair did not mean you weren’t a deadly badass in your own right: Fact.

    As you rolled your chair down the halls of the station, you knew you drew more than a few eyes. You’d made it a point to stay out of the station over the years. Gotham was your territory. Protecting the city was your mission, and that was big enough without adding in an entire universe too.

    Right up until your husband landed his butt in surgery. The boys stand as you approach; three of them bend down to give you a kiss on the cheek, and one simply leans over. Resting your hands in your lap you ask, “What did he do this time?”

    Jason smiles at you, “Took a bullet for Supes.”

    You raise an eyebrow, “You mean the guy bullets literally bounce off of?”

    Tim winces, “It might have been a kryptonite bullet.”

    You sigh, and settle in for a wait. More than a few people pass by. There eyes drift over you, before continuing on. Each of your boys disappears for a few minutes before coming back showered and changed.

    When Clark shows up, he stares at you, “Y/N I am so …”

    You cut him off, “If you apologize Kent, you’re going to wish that bullet had hit you. Bruce is a big boy. He can make his own choices.” He says nothing. Simply, he smiles before kissing your cheek and saying, “Lois was hoping the family would come by for dinner next week. We just got the ramp fixed.”

    You smile, “We’ll be there. Even if I have to bring Bruce kicking and screaming.”

    Clark snorts, “Cause that just spells fun.”

    You smile, and he walks off. Several other leaguers stop by to say hi; Barry, Diana, Shayera. When J’onn steps out of the operating room, he smiles at you before waving you in. You roll through the wide door way easily, and straight to your husband’s bed. He’s still sedated, but you take his hand, and simply wait.

    He’s groggy but coherent, “You’re on the space station.”

    You grin, “And here they said you were losing your touch.”

    He stares at you, wether he’s not amused or simply to sedated to care, you’re not sure, “You hate space. With a burning passion. When I asked you to come up, you said not if your life depended on it.”

    You smile at him, “It wasn’t my life, it was yours. Thanks for the ramps and the wide doorways by the way.”

    He squeezed your hand, “Anything for you.”

You kiss his cheek, “I love you.”

He smiles, “I love you too; my own personal hero.” You raise an eyebrow at that, “You faced your fears.”

“Which fear is that?”

He smiles at you,“Being sucked into a space vacuum.”

You lean back into your chair, “That doesn’t make me a hero Bruce. It makes me an adult ”

“It makes you brave.”

You just smile, “I’m good with brave.”               

Back to the Future: Part 3

Summary: You, Sam, Dean and Castiel force Zachariah to send you back to the future.

Pairing: Endverse!Cas x reader, Present!Cas x reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: language, pregnancy, eh that’s really it

A/N: just for clarification: Castiel = present Cas, and Cas = endverse Cas

Back to the Future Masterlist

Originally posted by hallowedbecastiel


“You guys ready?”

Dean looked around at you, Sam and Castiel, all of you standing in the middle of the road near the bunker, your eyes glued to the ring of holy oil on the pavement in front of you.

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Storms (Chapter Eight)

Long update! 3000 words! Some fluff and feels, then RHODEY comes to visit! And then some angst, because that’s just what has to happen. Then some more feels because Thor is the freaking sweetest.


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Tony ate breakfast the next morning seated firmly on Thor’s lap, content to be spoon fed, happy to just be close.

He couldn’t get over the current of electricity that seemed to travel under Thor’s skin, and couldn’t believe he had never noticed it before.

“It is brought to the surface by a sexual connection.” Thor explained, feeding Tony a small bite. “Usually it doesn’t turn into a storm, though.”

“Then why did–”

“The storm speaks for itself.” Thor said with a smile and a soft kiss to his lips. “I am very happy this morning, Anthony.”

“I’m happy too.” Tony shifted on his lap and flinched. “Sore though. Forgot about that part of things. Even though I imagine I’ve never been this sore.”

“Forgive me.” Thor looked troubled but Tony just shrugged it off with something like a wicked smile.

“I’m not complaining.”

“I have something that could help.” Thor offered after a moment, looking unsure of himself. “A soothing ointment to ease the pain.”

Tony eyes twinkled then and he shifted a little closer. “And how would that ointment be applied, exactly?”

“Well simply as one would apply any –” Thor raised an eyebrow when he saw Tony’s expression. “Anthony. You surprise me with this.”

“With what?” Tony asked innocently. “I’m curious. Is applying this ointment a two person job?”

“You are so serious most days, I suppose it catches me unawares when you are playful.” Thor admitted. “Even though I have missed your less-serious side these last few months. I am pleased that our… joining has brought it back in some measure.”

“Oh, I’m being deadly serious right now.” Tony corrected. “Is applying this ointment a two person job?”

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The Raven Boys Reread Things

- Gansey’s a frappuchino drinking nerd I bet he can’t even handle real coffee

- Adam has a secret warning knock for monmouth. Its such a #clubhouse honestly these boys

- For some reason there are copies of Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition all over the place?? I honestly can’t imagine who they belong to????? who would buy them???

- What the heck ever happened to Ashley? She was prepped to be a major character with all her knowledge about Glendower and connection to Declan and then she just vanishes completely?? Is she actually Piper, just pretending to be Ashley and picking up hot young men?

- Ronan collects his speeding tickets. What a dork. 

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Why I don't think this ship is wrong

I’m not interesed in fighting with antis, or trying to change other people’s opinion forcefully. However It may be usefull if I collect some things I and others have said

TL;DR: This ship *can* be handled so badly that it makes our beloved conman into a pedophile, but I think the grand mayority of the people being bullied on this site don’t even ship it like that. Don’t put everyone on the same bag. People don’t deserve to be bullied for what they like in fiction and there are clear differences between reality and fiction.

I don’t think this ship is pedophilia simply because I dont ship it that way. Pedophilia implies fetichistic sexual atraction to kids under 13, and a horrible abusive element of “I don’t care about you, I just wanna fuck u cuz ur young”. Now, if you see this pairing as reigen sexualy taking advantage of a very young mob or simply not really caring about his well being and preying on him, that would count (and also be horribly ooc and a sad way of doing it).

However if, by example, you ship them romantically as having mutual care for each other and mob in full understanding and control of the situation, even if the relationship gets sexual while mob’s still 14, I wouldn’t call it pedo. Questionable or innapropiate? Yes. But not pedophilia. And then you have many, many, other scenarios that get really away from all that.

An important distinction should be mentioned here: While I’m ok with a romantic relationship between this two characters despite their age gaps, If I saw a similar age gap in real life and the younger party is still a minor, I would probably call the cops. For me that is the difference between fiction and real life for this issue. Minors in real life should be discouraged from dating people much older because they could easily be taken advantage of. However in fiction, you have control over these characters and you can make sure their relationship is healthy, especially if you keep them in character as much as you can.

You can have them being romantically involved but not turning sexual until mob is older. You can have them being platonic for a long time before they develop romantic feelings. You can have mob being assertive. You can have reigen feeling conflicted. You can adress the age gap issue. You can have it not mattering at all and them just slowly getting closer witouth noticing. You can have them being only platonic, in a very strong friendship.

There is many many ways to make this ship beautifull and I don’t think it’s just to put everyone on the same bag as the worst content and condem them all using a really severe accusation of condoning child abuse or being abusers themselves.

It’s just not alright to make call out blogs and tag whoever ships it, regardless of how they ship it, as “pedophiles”. I remember one of these some months ago tagging a user who only had like two barely shippy posts with grown up Mob as “condones pedophilia”. Neither is ok to send mean messages to users with death threats or fill their asks with insults. Or flood the main tag with complains about which, I have to be honest and say that to have so much nsfw noncon underage content popping on your dash as some people complain, at least on this site you literally would need to follow the 2-3 blogs with such content and have them on notifications. I know what Im talking about, I check the main ship tag nearly daily, follow most shippers and have stumbled onto that only like twice on my dash.

Continuing with the list of shit people have been puting on with, it’s even less fair to ramp up the generalizations and make really rude comics portraying all the shippers as disgusting creatures. Or say you get disgusted if a shipper reblogs your content, even if they respected your tagging preferences and/or the content has nothing to do with the ship at all. Or to claim “x has great art but they ship reimob, nevermind, their art is trash”. What’s the necessity of doing all that? I frankly doubt people who do that have the best interests of minors at heart. At best I have seen questionable beliefs about content on a site as tumblr being influencial enough such that a fanart with less than 50 notes of a niche fandom can “normalize pedophilia” in american society (because you know, we are all americans and america is the world). At worst it just seems to be used as excuse for harassment.

Speaking of that, regarding the users who make really wrong content: While I won’t defend that, I feel another distinction should be made. Do I think certain content is gross? Yes. Some of that content nearly made me throw up? Yes. Do I think the autor of that content is gross/deserves to die/etc? No. Do I harass them? No. Some of them have turned out to be csa survivors. I try to abide to the notion that nobody should be bullied for their likings in fictional settings, even if I don’t like it. What I do to deal with that is simply not follow the blogs with such content and so far it works.

As I said, I’m not interesed in discussing with antis, I just wanted to put some things together. Maybe it will help confused bystanders understand the shippers aren’t defending pedophilia. We are just defending a ship we like and love. Let’s try to respect each other.

Title: Wedding Rings and Cherry Blossoms

Drabbler: @outerspacehowlters

Doodler: @dantlers +link to playlist!

Beta: @eschatalogical

Warnings: none

Summary: In which a sleepy Dan and Phil discuss their favorite parts of their Japan honeymoon so far. Mountains of fluff and giggles lie ahead.

Word Count: 600

A/N: This is my first phandom little pop and let me just say, I had so much fun with this! Thanks to Alx for helping me whip this into shape and to Gray for the wonderful art and playlist! (Seriously go listen to it, there’s some v quality tunes on there) I hope you enjoy!!

“Hey, Phil,” Dan yawned, propping his arm on the plump pillow beside him, blinking in the midmorning Japanese sunshine. “What’s been your favourite part of this honeymoon so far? I mean, I know you’ve said you love everything but what’s been the absolute, all time best, the part that you’ll be raving about to your kids someday?”

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sleep impregnation (part one)

imagine your boyfriend getting you pregnant without you knowing. he’d sabotage your birth control, and let you take your sleeping pills so he could fuck you in your sleep. he always came inside you, and you thought nothing of it. nothing, but how good it felt to be full of his jizz and the surprise every time it dripped out of you in gushes in public. you had no idea about him cumming in you again once you were asleep. two months later, you woke up sick. you knew you hadn’t had your period the past two months either. but, again, thought nothing of it as you were very irregular. your boyfriend woke up to the sounds of you being sick, and let himself into the bathroom to hold your hair and rub your back, suggesting you go to the doctor.

reluctantly, you agree to go to urgent care. he drives you to a med express and explains all your symptoms to the receptionist while you sit in one of the chairs in the waiting room, holding your nauseous stomach. they take one look at you, your boyfriend glancing back too, and admit you. you get your blood pressure and pulse taken - just a tiny bit higher than usual. you get weighed, you’ve gained almost 10 pounds. they ask you all the usual questions. but when they get to the question of “is there any possibility of pregnancy?” you answer no at the same time your boyfriend answers yes. you look at him in confusion but the nurses take his word over yours.

you find yourself sitting on the squishy medical table, squirming against the sanitary paper messing it all up.

“what do you mean, yes?”

your boyfriend feigns confusion. as if he isn’t sure what you’re referring to. you wanna roll your eyes at the same time you’re wishing you were home so you could just hide under your blanket.

“when they asked.. you know.. if there was any possibility…? you said yes.” you clarify.

“yes, sweetheart, because there is.”

“but i’m on birth control!” you respond indignantly.

your boyfriend laughs lowly, and only says “it’s not 100% baby, you know that…”

now you’re panicking, can hardly sit still. you don’t want your body to change. don’t want stretch marks. desperately don’t want a saggy stomach or tits, and most of all don’t want a loose pussy. the most scary thing is the pain, but you know that’s temporary compared to the after effects. you’re shaking as you beg your boyfriend to hold you.

you want to sob in his arms and beg him not to leave you as your body changes, but you refrain.. not even knowing if you truly are pregnant. just scared knowing he and the nurses seem to think you are.

finally the doctor enters the room. he goes through all your symptoms once more, and you defer most questions to your boyfriend. he answers them more accurately that you could in your confused upset state. the doctor instructs you to pee in a cup. you almost want to sob or drag your boyfriend with you by the hand. but you reluctantly let his hand go and make your way to the bathroom, parting your puffy swollen lips to go into the cup. once it’s full you struggle to hold back the rest. you put the cap on and let the rest out in the toilet, placing the sample cup in its designated spot and walking awkwardly back to your examination room.

you’re greeted by you’re boyfriend, he holds you first in a hug then in his lap in the corner chair while you wait for results, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

“i got you, i love you, baby you’re so beautiful, i’d love to see you grow our child.. you know what? i hope you are pregnant. i hope i get to watch our baby grow in your belly. you’re a goddess and i’ll worship you. it’s okay, shh shhhh shhhhh…”

you get so lost in his words and his hold, one of his hands rubbing softly over your lower abdomen… his words sending spikes of lust through you. by the time the doctor re-enters, you don’t even notice. you’re too ramped up by his words, your nipples and clit so hard and aching.

you hardly register the doctors words. but god, do you hear them.

“miss… you are, in fact, pregnant!” he says happily.

you feel your boyfriends cock twitch and his hold on you tighten as he laughs with joy. you’re torn between arousal and fear when the doctor leaves you alone.

your boyfriend turns you to face him and tells you he has to get you home, he wants to worship your body.

you can only whimper in response and let him carry you out to the car.

Things I’ve Learned from the Invader Zim Comics: Part 1

Issues 1-5:

  • The Membranes eat dinner together.
  • Zim thinks that petty crime is a reign of terror.
  • “From the moment I set my amazing Zim-foot on this sad little world, you’ve been there like a squak in my shmoopsquizz.”
  • Zim has GIR mow/tend to the lawn.
  • GIR loves keeping organics in his head. He had an entire poodle in his head once! Also a baby.
  • Zim will make mash-up words to describe Dib when he can’t come up with any good insults.
  • Zim’s got three Vortian children in his lab to ‘encourage’ Prisoner 777 to help him. Kidnapping? Pshhh, NBD.
  • Spacepants. Sentient freakin’ spacepants.
  • Dib can understand what Minimoose is saying.
  • The Tallest briefly forgot who Zim was because they presumed he’d died during his stint of silence on Earth.
  • Zim once ate too many black hole donuts and vomited in space. Out of his cruiser’s windshield.
  • GIR has officially been a ‘space ship’.
  • Zim knew that the Gargantis Array wasn’t a planet-destroying weapon and yet he still sought it out just to humiliate Dib in front of the entire universe.
  • Zim casually asked Dib for ‘a ride home’ after he humiliated the heck out of him, which means Zim’s quite possibly grown accustomed to living on Earth.
  • Zim is impressed by Horkus 6′s technological prowess but thinks that they were dumb because ‘they didn’t write with words’.
  • GIR can translate texts in “insane mode”, as he tells him to stop and translate the Star Donkey markings in ‘non-insane mode’. We can presume ‘insane mode’ is his normal state considering what all he says on a regular basis.
  • Depending on where Zim flew into Horkus 6′s orbit, he should’ve seen that the Star Donkey caused the planet’s destruction. But he didn’t. Good job missing the huge context clues about the Star Donkey’s functionality.
  • Speaking from experience, Zim pulls off the ‘eccentric artist’ schtik all too well when he becomes Shminvader Shmim.
  • Zim has told Dib to ‘shut his face-butt’ on at least one occasion.
  • Zim was egotistical enough to build flying robots that would destroy anyone opposed to ‘Shminvader Shmim’s’ ‘artwork’. This is one of the first times we see Zim using something to control the human population on a relatively massive scale, technically speaking. This happens again later on in Issue 12.
  • Irken Engineer Skrang has a PAK full of Vortian brains that are connected to his head. He surely must have the highest IQ of all Irkens!
  • Zim is able to easily trace the origins of wormholes, at least when the Tallest use them to send him the Nacho-Munchin.
  • No matter how stupid and/or potentially deadly a task is that the Tallest assign to him, Zim carries their orders out. He does this “FOR THE GLORY OF THE EMPIRE!”.
  • He’s had a burst squeedlyspooch and lived.
  • No, really, GIR loves keeping organics in his head. Now there’s a chipmunk in there.
  • Zim made his base’s computer eject the chipmunk ‘intruder’ because said chipmunk “couldn’t be trusted”.
  • That means Zim was literally paranoid that a chipmunk would betray him. That’s actually sad.
  • Oh yeah, and guess who ramped up his paranoia? The Tallest. Because they’re jerks.
  • And then Zim ramped himself up even more. Poor thing.
  • At his most paranoid state, he trusts no one, not even GIR. He collapsed his base into a tiny cube buried deep underground to protect himself.
  • He caused half of the universe to explode, but not the half that the audience sees/ that the cast lives in.
  • Zim yells at ‘disobedient’ cats and presumably other animals like an old man yelling at kids to get off their lawn. 
  • In case you didn’t know already, Gaz has no tolerance for her brother’s jabberings about aliens, especially when he enters her personal space and yanks her headset off.
  • Seriously don’t do that. You’ll get sent to a nightmare world where you will suffer.
  • Dib wears space-themed PJs.
  • The Membranes likely eat breakfast together every morning, as we see Professor Membrane sitting at the table, and Dib coming downstairs to eat as well. Unless of course that scene was all part of Gaz’s simulation.
  • If it wasn’t, jeez! Membrane is brutal after Dib answers the door! He sold his son, whom he mistakenly called ‘Dub’, to spare Foodio 3000 (their chef robot) from getting taken away.
  • Professor Membrane initially hesitates to help Gaz create the machine that lets her travel through alternate realities because of what she wants to do with it, but as soon as she says it’s for science, he’s in.
  • Gaz nicknamed GIR ‘The Madman’.
  • GIR say himself that he’s ‘filled with chaos’.
  • He also finds exploding pants so funny he weeps tears of laughter.
  • The Membranes spend time gaming together.

anonymous asked:

Ohh, I love all your AUs, but I've had a QuiObi Senator!Obi one screaming at me all day. Qui-gon and his padawan Anakin doing security detail for Senator Obi-Wan (sort of like Anakin with Padme in AotC) and Qui-gon and Obi-wan both have an "goddamn he's cute/hot" moments and maybe kiss/sleep together once, but then they meet again a few years down the track (maybe when Anakin's been knighted), and "oh no he's still hot" and start courting one another

“This is Senator Obi-Wan Kenobi from Stewjon. Senator, these are the Jedi guards assigned to you, Master Qui-Gon Jinn and his padawan, Anakin Skywalker.” Obi-Wan looked up quickly and stood to greet his new guards.

‘Oh my…what a handsome Jedi…’ Obi-Wan thought did not show up on his face even as he offered his hand to the tall man. “Greeting Master Jinn and padawan Skywalker. Thank you for the protection you are offering me.” He offered warmly as the Jedi master took his hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it to Obi-Wan’s slight surprise.

“Its an honor to look after your safety Senator Kenobi. I understand that the assassination attempts are getting more brutal.” Qui-Gon straightened, peering down at the copper haired young senator in front of them. Force, the man couldn’t be more then twenty six but was he ever a sight for sore eyes.

Copper hair golden in the light of the sun, a well tailored coat with tails in green with leaf golden embroideries and black leggings. The slightly heeled boots with golden details made a good match for the rest of the ensemble and Qui-Gon had a sudden thought that Bail Organa and this young man most likely got along splendidly.

Anakin peered curiously at the Senator from beside his master, wondering why the assassins were scrambling so hard to kill the young man. He hadn’t really got to know to many details.

“Unfortunately yes.” Obi-Wan gathered his composure and sighed quietly, brushing his hair back as he sat back down and gestured for the Jedi to take seat at the other couch. “My bill is popular but not with all, they seem to be getting desperate for me to either stop it or for my death to stop the bill.”

Qui-Gon nodded. “As I understand, your bill would encourage a crackdown on slavery throughout the galaxy? What exists of it.”

Obi-Wan nodded, half noting the padawans eyes light up in awe. “Yes. Its not ideal but me and young Amidala have been corroborating on it, she came to me with the idea and from there we worked together.”

“Ah yes, the young Queen is ever so persuasive.” The Jedi chuckled warmly.

Obi-Wan gave a small smile and nodded. “But also right. The state of the galaxy is in a poor way and while the Jedi do their jobs, they are not many.” The copper haired man sighed. “We should not rely on the Order alone to bring order to our galaxy. The slavery circuits needs to end once and for all and we, the Senate, need to be the ones to end it. If that means bringing the Hutts and Zygerrian into a battle of embargoes, then so be it.” The young Senator’s face had gone tense. “I would assume that is where the attempts are funded. Since it would impact their trades.”

He sat back, frowning slightly and Qui-Gon had to smoother the urge to smoothed those furrows with his fingers. “Slavery is…technically outlawed in the Republic. However we can’t reach everywhere. If we can set up department to deal with accusation of slavery and give it their own authorization of the Republic. And then there are Hutt controlled worlds…” Obi-Wan’s face went tight again. Then he let go, breathing out and both Jedi felt a lightening in the atmosphere. Obi-Wan was Force sensitive!

The copper haired man sat up and smiled at him. “Apologies, it still vexes me how little power we truly have despite being on the Senate, to help others. I will be discussing this with my fellow Senators.”

Qui-Gon stopped resisting his urges and leaned forward, resting a hand on the Senator’s wrist and squeezing lightly. “I am a man of the Galaxy Senator, it honestly thrills me to hear we have a man like you on the Senate.” He smiled warmly.

The Senator’s face lit up in a slight blush but he returned the smile.

Anakin looked between the two quickly, eyes wide.


“You like him.” Anakin stared up at his master with wide eyes, the ten year old latching onto his master’s belt tightly.

Qui-Gon chuckled quietly. “He’s a very compelling person.” He glanced to where Obi-Wan was talking to his severely unhappy guard captain. She had taken offense to having Jedi usurp her position as both guard and caretaker of the Senator but Obi-Wan seemed to be soothing the ruffled feathers of the woman.

“You mean he’s hot. Are you going to try and sleep with him?” Anakin squirmed a bit and Qui-Gon sighed, once again reminded of the life he had brought Anakin and his mother from.

“No Anakin. I will not, beside, what would your mother say if I did something like that to someone in our charge with you around?”

“Mom thinks you’re lonely.” Anakin answered seriously. “She’s be happy you found someone to be around.”

“Then I might make a friend instead.” Qui-Gon murmured, patting his padawan’s head fondly, glad he had managed to get both him and Shimi safe from Tatooine.


“It was very foolish of you.” Obi-Wan whispered under his breath as he carefully sealed the wound shut, ignoring how blood stained his very expensive sleeves. “Going between an actual durasteel sword and me.”

“It is my job to keep you safe Senator.” Qui-Gon chuckled quietly, letting the man work. “Though where in the Force they got a durasteel sword, I have no idea. Such an outdated weapon.”

“I’ll take walk around, see that things are alright.” Anakin announced. “Make sure none of them tried to follow us.”

“Good idea Anakin, keep your comm on if you find anything.” Qui-Gon nodded.

The blond ran of and Obi-Wan picked up a bacta patch that he placed on the Jedi’s chest, carefully sealing it on. And then his touch lingered, gently petting the others chest while staring at the patch.

Qui-Gon raised his eyebrows. “Obi-Wan?”

“…I got very worried when I saw how much blood you lost.” Obi-Wan murmured quietly, glancing up at Qui-Gon through his fringe.

It was…endearing. Qui-Gon stared at him, half his mind yelling at him to pull back when the Senator leaned forward and the other half telling him to lean forward.

He listened to the part of him that wanted forward, lips gently brushing against each other.

Obi-Wan’s hand came up to his uninjured shoulder and started pushing gently until Qui-Gon was leaning back against the expensive pillows, the slow kiss slowly deepening as the Jedi shifted his hands to pull the Senator into his lap.

The copper haired man went willingly until he was straddling, hands resting on the muscled chest beneath him. Qui-Gon gave a light nip to Obi-Wan’s lips and the kiss went deeper, Qui-Gon slowly teasing the others tongue with his own while rubbing the hips of the man.

Elegant hands eagerly ran through the chest hair and Qui-Gon almost laughed at the curious and eager sensation in the Force that radiated of Obi-Wan.


He was to busy kissing for now.

Until Obi-Wan shifted away to kiss along his neck and shoulder, nibbling gently on the section where neck and shoulder meet. “Mmmn…is this wise?” Qui-Gon questioned with a low groan.

“No. But I wanted to do this since I meet you. Humans all have desires master Jedi.” Obi-Wan murmured. “Surely you are not above yours?”

Qui-Gon let that murmured sentence against his skin linger before shifting, rolling them until Obi-Wan was pinned beneath him, resting his weight mostly on the arm he had beside Obi-Wan’s head. The Senator stared up at him, slightly flushed with a small grin on his lips.

“No dear Senator, I am not above mine.” Qui-Gon chuckled and leaned down, breaking away from the mans lips to go to Obi-Wan’s ear instead. “And you are far to dressed if this is to continue.” He whispered, gratified to feel Obi-Wan shiver beneath him as he started undoing the buttons of the Senator’s coat.


“How is it that you always show up to be my knight in shining armor Master Jinn?” A warm and familiar voice sounded out behind and Qui-Gon closed his eyes at how it made his skin feel warm only to hear it.

Beside Cody, Anakin turned quickly to glance at the Senatorial ship they had saved as a copper haired man made his way down the ramp towards them and grinned heavily even as he held Cody back by a hand.

“I am not sure Senator Kenobi but it works out in everyone’s favor.” Qui-Gon turned, smiling in return to the man. “I did not know you were among the captured.”

“Nor did the Separatist. If they knew, I would most likely have paid with my life.” Obi-Wan chuckled as he held out his hand, Qui-Gon instantly taking it and pressing a kiss to the back of it in a familiar gesture between the two. “Senator Amidala was kind enough to hide me among her retinue, hence the guard uniform.” He gestured with his free hand.

“I see, I knew Dooku has been less then pleased with your vocal voice for peace.”

Obi-Wan outright snorted. “Less then pleased is a mild term for what he feels about me.”

Qui-Gon was still holding Obi-Wan’s hand.

“I see. Well, I’m glad you were safe then. The Galaxy would be lesser place with your loss.” Qui-Gon squeezed gently.

“Kind words.” Obi-Wan chuckled as the two peered at each other.

There was a soft cough from one of the senators and Obi-Wan seemed to be sharply reminded about time and place, stepping back. “Ah, we should depart, should we not?”

“Yes.” Qui-Gon shook himself, once again assuming his role as Jedi. “Yes of course. Please, this way to camp so we can get you all back to Coruscant.”

The young knight continued beaming as Cody looked at him with wide amber eyes. “What in Koth’s name?”

“Qui-Gon and Senator Kenobi are quite…familiar with each other, though its been a few years since last time they meet. Quite friendly.”

That got a snort out of Cody. “You don’t say.”


“I’ve missed you.” Qui-Gon looked up quickly then smiled at the copper haired man in his quarters.

“I thought you’d gone with the rest of the senators?” He remained sitting on his bunk as the other made his way through the rather small room.

“I gave my spot over to Senator Clovis, he wanted to get home and there was a lack of space on the shuttle. I’ll take the next.” Obi-Wan stopped in front of Qui-Gon. “Plus I wanted to speak to you.”

Qui-Gon stared up at him before reaching out and resting his hand gingerly on the others hips in case it was unwelcome.

But under his touch, Obi-Wan seemed to relax, sighing in pleasure. “I’d forgotten how broad your hands felt on my hips.” He offered softly before following the light guidance to straddle the Jedi. “I’d forgotten much.”

“We’ve both been very busy…your beard suits you. Gives you a very dignified profile.” Qui-Gon murmured. Force, they may have been separated by years but at that moment it still felt like that morning in the Senatorial chambers and not Qui-Gon’s Star destroyer cabin.

Obi-Wan chuckled and reached out, caressing the others face. “It drew away how young I looked in the Senate. It certainly has its charm, but then again, so does yours.” He teased his fingertips through the others graying beard.

“I’ve been worried about you…this war…it leaves a great many scars in the Force.” Obi-Wan murmured. “I may not be trained, but I can sense them. Is this really the path for the Jedi?” He continued.

“Its the path we’ve been put on.” Qui-Gon sighed, leaning into the fingers. “Without us the Republic might fa-”

“No. I mean…why are Jedi generals? There are other trained to be such, why not Jedi just as consultants?” Obi-Wan continued slowly touching him, distracting Qui-Gon.

“I don’t know…I don’t think to hard anymo-oh…” Qui-Gon let his eyes flutter shut when Obi-Wan’s lips found his jawline.

“Well…perhaps think about this then Qui-Gon…the war will end.” The copper haired man murmured. “And when it ends, many will be floundering. So please think about this question…please come home with me?” He leaned back to look at the other, blue and green eyes examining each other.


“My home, my planet. I want…” Obi-Wan suddenly sighed and looked away, a bit dejected. “…I’m growing more selfish as the years come. I never felt as safe or as happy as those days you were my guard, waking in your arms.” Qui-Gon’s hands tensed on the others hips. “And I want that again, this time for good. I want you to be mine.” He whispered before glancing at Qui-Gon. “But that would…I mean…”

“If there’s…anything I would walk away for the order for…it would be that.” Qui-Gon confessed quietly to Obi-Wan. “…Are you sure though? I am staying to the end of the war at least. You’d have to…wait for me.”

“Qui-Gon, I waited close to eight years.” The other laughed, pushing closer. “I can wait a little longer.” He grinned at him.

“Good.” Qui-Gon kissed him deeply.

Han and Leia Appreciation Week, Day 4

“I’m nice men.”

Leia sighed, she could still hear his voice. That quiet voice low enough that she felt it when he’d said it just as much as she’d heard it.

“I’m nice men.”

She closed her eyes trying to shake it off, the dread and the gut wrenching sorrow that made her feel raw and bloodied, like someone looked close enough they’d see the rips and tears that she felt on the inside reflected onto her skin as if she were made of filmsy. When she closed her eyes she saw his eyes, so soft around the edges and vulnerable and open every time he’d looked at her. She could still smell the carbonite and the hiss of the machinery still assaulted her ears. That sound reminded her of the time she’d she’d wrecked her speeder and she’d heard the crash over and over and over again for weeks. She knew she’d never get that hiss out of her head.

“I’m nice men.”

His words haunted her because now back on Home One she knew that those words were the most honest thing he’d ever said to her. That moment that phase was Han at his most vulnerable. Because he was “nice men” and she had completely and totally dismissed it in that moment, effectively erasing every nice thing he’d done for her in the past.

“I’m nice men.”

He was several nice men. He was the nice man that left trinkets in front of the hatch to her quarters when he’d return from missions. Who else would bring her anything that was remotely Alderaanian, even they were clearly fake? Shampoos and lotions and fragrances so that she could smell like home. She remembered the first time he found something that smelled like starflowers, it was this little turquoise bar of soap and she just stood in her quarters in the dark holding it under her nose and remembering flying thrantas above the hanging gardens in the spring and picking flowers with her parents in the green meadows outside Aldera. Or as she got older listening to Winter tell her about her adventures with boys while they drank Alderaanian wine sneaked out of the palace in Winter’s bag. That little bar of soap meant more to her than any gift she’d ever received and it had been lost when they’d evac’d from Hoth. She wished she had it now, memories of home would be less painful than losing Han.

“I’m nice men.”

He was the nice man that let her sleep on the Falcon when her night terrors were too much to bear. She’d sneak out of her quarters and up the ramp, he’d even programmed the palm touch to her palm. He’d hear her, he was a light sleeper and take one look at her still wearing the oversized shirt he’d loaned her years ago under the Yavini kimono he’d bought her after the Battle of Yavin when she didn’t have any clothes of her own. “Let me see them.” He’s say quietly with the reverence of keeping a secret and she’d let him bandage her thumbs. “If you don’t quit chewing these cuticles I’m going to tape socks around your hands.” He’d joke sounding just like her mother and she’d laugh a little.

“I’m nice men.”

He was the nice man that was gentle and patient with her on the way to Bespin without ever asking her questions. The nice man who kept his weight off of her until she was ready. Who listened to her tell him how she lost her virginity and when she’d asked him if he was upset that she wasn’t a virgin had answered, “Sweetheart, I’ve had virgins, they’re boring. I want you just the way you are.”

“I’m nice men.”

He’d been these nice men all of this time, from the very beginning and when she’d finally stopped to let him in, he was taken from her. She finished the Corellian whiskey that Wedge had set in front of her and set her jaw, her eyes red with tears became steely with determination as she picked nervously at a bandaged thumb and looked at each of the faces before her.

and auntie Wedge for moral support.

“I have a plan…” Her voice shook.


This is basically a post for people who think that the world is accessible for those who are disabled, although this is centred around those who use a wheelchair. 

And this doesn’t include when people park in disabled spaces without a badge, or question those who park in disabled spaces who don’t use a chair.

The first picture is of a disabled parking space, where the snow has been pushed into that space whilst people were clearing the car park. This also happens when snow ploughers push the snow to the side of the road and onto the pavement as it blocks the dipped down pavement where wheelchair users can get on/off of the pavement and most wheelchairs struggle to be able to push through the snow.

The second picture is of a lift/elevator in Boots a store in the UK, where there are baskets and cases in front of the lift, which block wheelchair users from using it and accessing other levels in the store.

The third picture is of a zebra crossing with a lowered pavement for wheelchair users, and there is an island in the middle with a normal height curb, which blocks wheelchair users, and it means they have to go around, along with having bollards near the entrance which don’t look wide enough to fit a wheelchair through.

The fourth picture is that of a ramp, which has a step in order to get onto the ramp. (I’m pretty sure they didn’t even try.)

The fifth picture is of a ramp with a tree in the middle, which doesn’t have enough room on either side for a wheelchair to get through.

The sixth picture is of a very very steep ramp, which even if you have someone pushing your chair you probably won’t be able to get up it!

The seventh picture is of a disabled parking space, which has a ramp leading to the entrance, which again has steps in order to access the ramp.

The eighth picture is of ‘disabled parking’, where non of the spaces have room to allow chairs to get out of the car, except at the back. They are just normal spaces where a blue sign has been placed in an attempt to make the parking 'wheelchair accessible’.

The ninth picture is of a reception desk which is too high for wheelchair users to access, as they can’t be seen, due to the fact that they are smaller than the desk.

The final picture is of a ramp which only goes halfway up the curb, essentially meaning there is a step at the top of the ramp.

If anybody still thinks the world isn’t staked against those who are disabled, then I honestly worry about you.

HTTYD FanFiction: Stay With Me

               Title: Stay With Me

               Requested by: Nightfurylover1112 and brodmapa

               Summary: Astrid wakes up that night she went blind, and she panics, fearing that maybe Hiccup did leave her and she’s all alone. But Hiccup comforts her, promising her he’ll stay with her… no matter what.

               Genre: Hurt/Comfort

               Rating: K

               Time-line: Race to the Edge

               A/N: Hiccstrid, Hiccstrid, and more HICCSTRID! I love it! I can’t contain myself. XD Thanks for this request, and down below I’ll put the names of the people who have made requests! Thanks again!

               Astrid blinked felt herself dragging into wakefulness slowly, as though she were being dragged through honey to a light that was coming slowly, slowly. She saw that light, and opened her eyes to welcome it.

               But there was nothing. It was pitch black, and everything came rushing back to her. Everything.

               The stables, the dragons, the lightening. Blinding light, light, light, light. Pain… nothingness. NOTHING. Darkness, no color. Absolute nothing.

               She panicked, she couldn’t stop herself. She felt her breathing deepen and grow raspy. She began to hyperventilate in her panic. Was she alone? Where was she? Lying down- on the floor she had guessed. Yes, lying down. She was supposed to be asleep. Was she by herself? What if something happened? What if Dragon Hunters attacked, and she’s all alone. Where was Stormfly? Where’s Hiccup? Help! Help! Help! Alone, alone, alone…

               “Astrid! Astrid, calm down, it’s alright.”

               Thank gods, it was Hiccup. Astrid immediately relaxed, her breathing evening out. Oh, thank goodness, Hiccup was there. He was there, she was safe with him. Nothing could hurt her. Not even the lightening. She was safe.

               Hiccup’s here. She’s not alone. Hiccup, Hiccup, Hiccup…

               “Hiccup?” she whispered fearfully. Maybe she’d just imagine it, had just imagine his voice. She couldn’t see him, and at the moment she couldn’t feel him either. Her body felt numb, and when she moved her finger she couldn’t feel the movement. Was Hiccup there at all? Was she going crazy in her blindness and imagining his voice?

               “I’m here, Astrid…”

               Is he? Is he really there? She lifted up her hand to try and touch him, to make sure she wasn’t’ hallucinating. But she still couldn’t feel anything.

               “Where? I-I can’t find you…”

               “Right here, I’m holding your hand. Feel it?”

               No. No, she didn’t She felt numb… why couldn’t she feel his hand? Where was he!?

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Don't Look Back

When you called for an Uber cab to pick you up, this was not the car you expected to arrive. 

It’s an old black Bentley, carefully restored and gleaming in the sunlight. The long-muzzled low rider has a profile more like a pistol than a car; all angles and chrome, and the engine that rumbles beneath its lengthy hood sounds like the growl of a caged monster. 

The driver is not who you would expect behind the wheel of a car like this: It’s just a girl, maybe pushing 30, her hair tied back and her eyes regarding you seriously over the rims of black-framed glasses. 

“You called for a ride?” 

This wasn’t what you had in mind, but before you can find some way to put that into words, the driver leans over and opens the passenger door and you feel oddly compelled to climb inside. The cabin is oddly spacious, and you lean back against the leather bench seat and try to make sense of why you feel so uneasy. 

“She don’t look like much,” the driver says, glancing at you sidelong; a hint of an ironic smile touches the corner of her lips. “But she’s the fastest ride you’ll find in the city, that much I can guarantee. Buckle in. And whatever you do, don’t look back.” 

“Wait, what?” 

She pulls the car into reverse, executes a 3-point turn to get out of the parking lot. At the edge of the lot, prepared to enter the on-ramp to the highway, she turns and fixes you with a cold stare. 

“That part’s not a joke. Don’t look back. Keep your eyes on the road. We’ll be there soon.” 

The car rolls forward, and you do as you’re told, keeping your eyes focused ahead of you. You can’t help but notice that there are no mirrors. You wonder how that’s legal, and think of asking the driver, when you catch the first glimpse of something strange. 

It flickers, just at the corner of your perception - some little ripple, like a mirage rising over concrete. 

“Don’t,” the driver says, before you give in to the urge to turn and look, and you force your head back against the seat and close your eyes. 

It does not feel like the car is moving. Even as the driver eases her way up the on-ramp and out on the highway, you never feel the sensation of the wheels moving beneath you. Instead, you have the odd feeling that the world around you is rushing past while the car itself stands still - like a car in an old Hollywood picture, the landscape projected behind it. 

But the images seem to pick up speed. Ahead, the road approaches at the general speed you’d expect for the highway; but off to the sides, in your peripheral vision, things seem to be moving much faster. They meld into a blur and vanish outside your line of sight. In your peripheral vision, you catch glimpses of motion, of flickering, like flame. 

You could swear you see other things, too, dark shapes prowling the edges of your vision; you have the skin-crawling prickling sensation of being watched. 

The driver maneuvers left, passing a car, and despite the instructions to keep your eyes on the road ahead, you can’t help but sneak a glance at the other vehicle. 

Its driver is a large man, dressed in business attire - but as your car rolls past, the flesh seems to melt from his face, rolling like candle wax down his collar and forming a puddle on the driver’s seat. All that’s left are muscles - and then, not even that, simply bones. Bare teeth and empty eye sockets, bony fingers curled around the steering wheel. 

The skull grins at you from behind the wheel, and you ignore the plea of your driver. You turn and look back over your shoulder. 

Behind you, the road has fallen away into nothing. Just behind the car’s rear wheels, the asphalt crumbles; within seconds of your departure, the road you had been traveling falls away into a dark pit. Beyond, like a sun low on the horizon, you make out the glow of fire. 

“I warned you,” the driver says, with a tone like regret. 

Behind the car, in the crumbling world, a thousand souls rise over the flames like escaping wind. The ghosts gather in the sky like smoke, circling overhead like water around a drain. 

The car around you vanishes. The road beneath you vanishes. Everything is gone - and then, just as abruptly, you’re gone too, your awareness snuffed out entirely. 

When you come to your senses, you find yourself behind the wheel of an old black Bentley, parked at the curb. A woman approaches your car, arms full luggage. 

“Get in,” you say, pushing open the door for her. “Wherever you’re going, we’ll get you there the fastest. Just don’t look back, whatever you do.” 

Survival 101: Guard Post (Part 4)

Pairings: Bellamy / Reader

Warnings: Swearing, sick people, general threats…

AN: I don’t like this chapter but felt like i needed to post something anyway. If you’ve read some of my recent posts for other stories you might know i’ve not been in the best mood ever so it was kind of hard to not send this angsty.

@no-other-names-availible-blog @angelaiswriting @selldraug @angryares @thenovarose @georgiagrl1990 @punk-rock-5-sos @mindofthescattered @dontstopxx 


You sat silently on the ramp up to the drop ship, a camp was starting to form around the ship. Tents made of any and all material the kids could find and walls were beginning to sprout from the ground. Mainly it was Bellamy’s doing. You couldn’t deny the fact that he was turning into a decent leader, or at least he was getting things done.

Unfortunately no one could manage to change what was happening with Jasper on the top level of the ship. The boy had not stopped moaning and screaming in almost 3 days now. People were starting to get restless, there was no where they could go in camp to escape the sound of his pain.

You’d taken up residence on the ramp early this evening when some of the group had started to finger the knives and weapons they’d been making eyeing the ship curiously. Mood was starting to switch in camp from wanting Jasper saved to just wanting him to shut up in any way possible. However, at this point in time seeing you sat on the ramp spinning your own knife around your fingers and smiling welcomingly at anyone who moved to close was enough to convince them not to try and get any closer.

“So what your Clarke’s guard dog now?”

“Better than being yours” you smiled up at Bellamy who’d appeared to stand in front of you “what do you want Blake?”

“I need O”

“Then go get her” Bellamy fidgeted rubbing a hand through his rapidly growing curls. “She still ignoring you huh?” Bellamy seemed to have lost his voice as he stood there looking up at you. “I’m not delivering messages between the two of you like we’re all in school again”

Bellamy came closer sitting down on the ramp beside you. “She hates me”

“Well you hung her boy toy from a tree”

“That’s what you have to say?” he sounded scandalised then his mouth curled into a disgusted frown “Her boy toy?” he repeated the words like they were leaving a rancid taste in his mouth.

You turned to look fully at him. “I’m not sure what it is you’re expecting me to say? After all we aren’t exactly friends Blake. Am I meant to just roll over and help you?”

“I thought you wanted to protect her?”

“That is where we differ, in our definitions of protection, do I want to protect her sure but I don’t want to smother her. She needs to be allowed to do as other people do to live like any other girl her age. You can’t give her freedom and then expect to control it Bellamy”

He was looking at you like you had two heads. Obviously not understanding how you could be so calm about this. Apparently the differing of opinion over boys couldn’t cross gender boundaries and no matter what the situation was an elder brother could never stop seeing his younger sister as a baby.

Jasper suddenly started screaming again from the top level of the dropship and both you and Bellamy turned to look up.

“How much longer are you going to sit here guarding him?”

You’d known the question was coming, known that eventually you would be forced to eventually make a decision. “As long as it takes”

“It’s not helping anyone keeping the kid alive like this” he dropped his gaze from the ship back to you “are you honestly on their side Y/N or are you doing this for other reasons”

“You mean am I doing it to aggravate you?” when he didn’t answer you snorted going back to twirling your knife around your fingers “You have a high opinion of yourself Bellamy Blake”

“Tell me it’s not true then”

You got up crouching beside him to put your face close to his own. “It’s not true” you smiled at him before bouncing back to your feet and without looking back marched into the drop ship.


You climbed quickly to the top level of the drop ship where Jasper was laying. Hovering over the top of him was Clarke and hovering over her was Finn.

“You’re going to have to get him to shut up Griffin”

“What do you think I’ve been trying to do Y/N?” Clarke snapped not ever bothering to look over as you jumped the final few steps into the top level, you looked down seeing kids milling around looking up into top level with uncertain stares. Just for piece of mind you carefully shut the hatch pushing a pole through it to make sure it couldn’t be open from underneath.

“Look Clarke I’m not saying you haven’t been trying, I’m saying if you don’t figure it out then Jasper isn’t going to last much longer”

“What?” that made her look up finally. “What do you mean?”

“Have you looked outside recently Griffin?”

When she still looked confused it was Finn who spoke up. “Clarke… the others… they’re starting to wonder about Jasper being kept up here screaming”

“Well they can just stop”

“Griffin it doesn’t work that way” you came over to Jasper looking down into his sweaty face. He still wasn’t awake and he was groaning and writhing in pain. He looked no better than he had done 3 days ago. “Clarke whether you like it or not whatever you’re doing here… for him is not working”

“I know that Y/N” she sounded tired.

“The kids outside, all the screaming is getting in their head and I don’t know how much longer me sat playing with a knife outside is going to detract them from doing something about it”

“That’s what you’ve been doing?” Finn asked a small smile coming onto his face “I’d like to see that”

You smiled back but didn’t answer as you returned your gaze to Clarke. “You need to figure this out Clarke and quickly”

She sighed pushing her hands through her hair. “I don’t know what to do” she admitted. “I’ve tried everything and I just don’t know what to do”

“Try it all again” Clarke looked at you like you were crazy and you just shrugged. “Look Clarke you said you’ve tried it all so go back to the beginning and try it all again”

“It’s worth a shot Clarke” Finn agreed looking between the two of you. “Try it”

Finally she nodded and you shared one more look with Finn before unlocking the hatch and sliding down the first few levels. Catching yourself quickly you shouted back up to Finn. “Close this hatch Finn. Just in case”

You heard him shout back his agreement and you slid down the final rungs feet hitting the ground once more. When you left the drop ship you could still see Bellamy sat there staring out at the fire somehow he had now become the deterrent for the kids thinking about ending the screaming. You bumped his shoulder with your hip as you went past hearing him yell at you about personal space. Laughing you simply went to the tent you’d been given.


You’d watched them antagonise Atom, felt like smacking Murphy when he just wouldn’t leave it alone and then been pleasantly surprised when Bellamy broke it up. What you weren’t particularly thrilled about was when Monty got told to stay back and then a conversation erupted about not enough people to go on hunt. Bellamy’s eyes flicked around camp falling on you.

“Y/N will come”

That was the last thing you wanted to do but when the whole groups eyes fell on you, you found yourself on your feet nodding and moving over to them.


Murphy looked like he was on the verge of complaining or making more disparaging comments about your skills but then his eyes flicked to the knife you were once again holding and the axe that Bellamy was handing over and he obviously thought better of it. Scuffing his shoes a few times before walking away muttering something under his breath that you couldn’t hear.

“So hunting?” you addressed that one to Bellamy. “Not scared I might throw this into your back?”

Bellamy smirked at you obviously not to bothered with your threat. He simply shrugged his shoulders leaning down “try it”

He didn’t bother saying anything else just gave you his back on purpose and walked off into the forest with the others following him.

“Cocky bastard” you muttered mainly to yourself but followed him anyway.