based on a photo by me of my dad and brother

Scumbag Aunt ripped off my Grandma for years, I put my nose in her business and had the IRS financially ruin her.

This is going to be long, so TL; DR; Aunt screwed over my Grandma for years, I put my nose in her business, got parents wise on the fraud and eventually reported her to the IRS. The long dick of the IRS bankrupted her and her husband and now they are destitute and too old to work. 

This happened about 5 years ago. My Grandma was getting old, late 80s/early 90s. She had one wish, to not die in a senior home. Easily done as my Grandpa sold some assets way back when, then invested the money and let it ride for 30+ years; he never touched it and collected a pension.

Way back when my Grandpa died, (about 10 years before this), my Grandma appointed my dad, this shitty aunt and my uncle as the Trustees of the trust. Basically the trusted advisors for her and her care for the foreseeable future. All was well in the beginning, then my dad (Willy) moved further away and couldn’t take care of the day to day upkeep as the Trustee and to see that my grandma was ok. My aunt (Rebecca) told her that she and my uncle (Fred, who lived in Arizona) could take over and all would be fine. It was fine for a while.

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IRAQ. Baghdad governorate. Baghdad. April 14, 2003. Twelve-year-old Ali Abbas, then treated at the Baghdad Hospital, has lost both arms during the American bombing of the city and has sustained serious burns over his body.

Ali Abbas still remembers the day his childhood changed forever, however much he might wish to forget. It was March 30, 2003. He was 12, “Just a little kid, enjoying my life, going to school, playing football, with lots of friends…”

He had fallen asleep with [pregnant] mum Azhar, dad Ismaeel, and ten-year-old brother Abbas all sleeping reassuringly close to him in the same room. Even now he doesn’t know why the Americans fired the missile. Their home, on the southern fringe of Baghdad, wasn’t near any sort of military base.

“We were farmers. There were cows and sheep outside. They should have seen what was down there. I was woken up by this big noise. All the house collapsed on us. My home was on fire. Then I heard the screaming.”

It was his mum and dad.

“I heard them screaming. Then after a couple of minutes, the screaming stopped. They were gone.”

“I was burning,” he continues. “My arms were basically roasted. After maybe 20 minutes, my neighbour came to try to pull me out of the rubble. He didn’t realise how badly I had been burned. So when he tried to pull me by my left hand, it came off.”

His mother, father, and little brother were dead. So too were 13 other members of his family. Both Ali’s arms had to be amputated. He had suffered burns to 60 per cent of his body. The doctors doubted he would survive.

And yet, he says, “I was lucky. There are thousands like me in Iraq. Or even worse than me. So many innocent people killed.”

His first stroke of “luck” came in the form of a hospital nurse, Karem.

“All the doctors were running away, but he stayed. He brought me food, paid for cream and bandages for my burns with his own money.”

Then the Western journalists came. Of all the images flooding in from Iraq, it was his photo and not that of another child that caught the eye of the picture editors, and the imagination of the British public. There was an outpouring of sympathy, a successful campaign to bring “Orphan Ali” to the UK for proper treatment.

At one charity event, he even got to meet Tony Blair.

“His wife did most of the talking. I just said ‘Hi’. I didn’t know much then. I think I was about 14, still a kid.”

He’s not a kid any more. Ali Abbas is a 25-year-old man now. And on the eve of Sir John Chilcot finally delivering his report into the Iraq War [in 2016], Mr Abbas knows exactly what he would want to ask Tony Blair.

“I would want to know from him whether he regrets what he has done. I would want him to tell me why he did it.” [x]

Photograph: Jerome Sessini/Magnum Photos


The Oregon Coast Project

The Oregon Coast is a very special place to me. I was born on the east coast, and shortly before my brother was born my family moved to Lincoln City, where I lived until I was 4 or 5. All of my formative memories are from times on the coast, from riding my tricycle on the beach just a block from our house, to being caught in a sneaker wave and my dad sprinting into the ocean to come save me from being washed away. Every time I revisit these places I’m filled with a weird feeling of nostalgia and sadness - not because the memories I have are sad, but because this place probably won’t be around for much longer - at least not the way we’ve come to know it. 

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Modern Animorphs AU (part 2)

@jollysunflora : The second half of my complete list of modern AU Animorphs headcanons, approximately one per book.  

28. “Ax,” Marco says, “How come you can roll out ‘venti dulce de leche dark-chocolate frappuchino extra whip’ without batting an eye, but you giggle every time you have to say the word ‘soy’?”

  • “It has so many vowel—owl?—sounds, in so little space,” Ax says.  “That long sssssssssss, so pleasant on the tongue, but then that odd oooyyy ooy-yah?  All in the back of the mouth.  Very strange.  Sssoooy.  Ssususs-oooyaaa.”
  • “Also, he’s moved on from the frappuchinos,” Tobias adds.  “Now he keeps spending all our hard-stolen bitcoins on espresso mack… mach…”
  • “Espresso macchiato con panna,” Ax explains.  “Doppio.”

29. Cassie feels herself sweating as she props the laptop across the room from her, tools laid out and Ax unconscious on the table.  She never expected to find a YouTube video on how to perform brain surgery—and to be honest, it’s actually about “how neurosurgeons perform an orbitozygomatic craniotomy,” not intended to be a how-to manual—but it’s the best she can do under the circumstances, and so she’ll follow along for now.  

MM3.  “That’s the kind of strong leadership we need.”  Jake gestures to the full-color television (this year’s latest model) where a program of their current leader plays on a loop.  “Keeping the wrong kind of people out of this country, saving America for the right kind of Americans.”

  • “Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Rachel says.  She and Tobias and Jake are the only three Animorphs, except when Melissa joins them sometimes, and listening to their “Supreme Leader” blather on gets old sometimes.  “All I want to know is whether it’s true that within a few years people will really have phones that plug into their cars.  That’d be cool.”
  • Tobias rubs his eyes against the silk of his wing feathers.  They itch constantly, since he doesn’t have a gas mask to wear every time he goes out into the pollution-opaque air outside the way that his human friends do.  Jake and Rachel take bets sometimes, idly, brutally, about whether he’s the last raptor left on the face of the planet.
  • “Magnificent!”  Drode appears in their midst, and both the Berensons immediately point guns at his head.

30. Marco is lying on his bed the day after watching Eva fall, staring at a patch of wall above his dresser, when he registers that his phone has been buzzing for a while now.  It goes off so many times he assumes he has to be getting a call, but when he checks his notifications he just discovers he’s gotten seventeen text messages in the last hour.  

  • The first is from “Smurfette,” and says “Did you know that there is a type of food that involves baking a cinnamon bun inside of a donut?  We must secure as many of these as it is possible for a human to consume, as soon as possible!”
  • The next one, from “Hawkgirl,” reads: “found out recently that apparently ax still thinks you invented flea powder.  i told him that if youd invented flea powder wed all be a lot richer right now.”
  • “Team Dad” (not to be confused with “Real Dad,” which is how Marco lists Peter) sent along several invitations to team missions on League of Legends this afternoon, along with a threat to have Cassie play Marco’s avatar if Marco doesn’t join in.  “we both know that by the time you get back you’ll have only healing attacks and she’ll have trained it to apologize automatically for stabbing people,” Jake adds.
  • One of the many texts from “Julia Butterfly Hill” suggests that Jake has underestimated Cassie’s diabolical streak, because it’s a screenshot of a clone of his account which has had its name changed to HarambeWasFramed.
  • The real surprise, however, is the single text from “Xena: Warrior Princess.”  It’s a link to an article about a disaster in the local national park and the efforts to clean up the wreckage of an as-yet-unidentified craft which went down in the canyon.  Marco has to read it a few times to understand the point she’s making, because it’s all about what’s not there: the article makes no mention of any human bodies being found among the wreckage.  
  • Marco gets halfway through typing a reply to them all which informs them in no uncertain terms that he sees through their transparent attempts to cheer him up and doesn’t appreciate it, but he deletes without sending.  He can practically hear his mom’s voice saying it: he can focus on the fact that he’s still surrounded by people who love him, or he can focus on the negative side of everything.  And being constantly negative is no way to live.  

31. “Sharing this again, because its been 3 months,” Jake’s cousin Brooke posts on Facebook.  “Anyone who has any news at all about Saddler, no matter what it is, PLEASE contact my family.  Big brother, I dont know if youre still out there, but I miss you.  I miss you like crazy.”

  • Jake turns up his Spotify’s Offspring channel a little louder to drown out the sounds of Tom and his dad shouting at each other downstairs.  His eyes flinch past Brooke’s post, but they can’t move fast enough to prevent the thought that flashes across the surface of his mind: Is this going to be me a year from now?

32. Tobias texts Rachel and Jake an article from Audubon.Org, where several birdwatchers are going into ecstasies of scientific fascination at the bald eagle and peregrine falcon seen flying in close formation in a cell-phone video taken near a highway overpass downtown.  His only comment is, “Told you so.”

33.  In the aftermath, Rachel does a Google search: “PTSD treatment symptoms outcomes.”  She reads through the WebMD site, the NIMH page, the Wikipedia link to a DSM-5 entry.  She thinks of Tobias’s withdrawn silences, his antipathy toward so much they used to enjoy, but she thinks of other things as well.  How exhausted Jake seems any time they’re not on-mission.  How badly Cassie flinches when the school bell rings and doors slam.  How Ax seems to be gradually losing interest in the things—cooking shows, new condiments, human history trivia, These Messages—that once drew his fascination.  How last week Marco flicked an ant off the back of his hand and then went white like he’d just kicked a puppy.  How good it had felt when she’d hurt David, spreading the pain around, giving it back.

  • She catches an Uber to the clinic downtown, filling out forms in the waiting room based on the checklist written on her phone for “how to get tobias an ssri”: Yes, she often feels tense and worried.  Yes, her heart often races for no reason.  No, she hasn’t thought of ending her life.  No, she doesn’t feel out of control when she eats.  
  • She gets as far as developing a cover story—it’s about how she’s never felt the same since her parents’ divorce—but in the hallway to the office she panics and calls Cassie.  “Am I doing the right thing?” she asks, after she’s explained.
  • Cassie is silent for a long time, never a good sign.  “I’m not sure an SSRI would work on a bird,” she says at last, “and that’s even if we could figure out a dose that would work without killing him.  I know you want to help, and I think you should, but…”
  • Rachel hears what she’s not saying: but what if her mom asks too many questions?  But is this risk really worth it?  But what if the psychiatrist (the receptionist, the pharmacist) is a controller?  But isn’t it them, and only them, against the world, and isn’t that just how it has to be?
  • “The war won’t last forever,” Cassie says weakly, and Rachel hates her a little for it.  “When it’s over, when we get to tell everyone what’s happening…”
  • Rachel hangs up.  She goes home, morphs, and flies out to the woods.  
  • «You know I love you, right?» she asks Tobias later that evening.
  • «Of course I do.»  He sounds exhausted.  She’s never felt more helpless in her life.

34. The Yeerk Peace Movement, as it comes out, has a Twitter feed.  It is rather painfully obvious that it has been set up and run entirely by aliens who are doing their very best to communicate with humans, and not quite succeeding. Most of the posts are couplets, for some reason that none of the Animorphs can fathom.  

  • “Want to be On Fleek? When you see someone’s rights threatened, speak!”
  • “Don’t be a Belieber anymore - end slavery and even the score.”
  • “#tbt: Remember when we were symbiotes?  Give taxxon freedom your sympathy votes!”
  • “Nickelback is super lame, and keeping involuntary hosts is just the same.”
  • “Respect your host’s rights today, and make your human into your bae!”

35. It’s Marco who comes up with the idea for how to take down William Roger Tennant.  This is a guy, after all, whose cockatiels have their own Instagram account: he runs his fame on the internet.  

  • “It’s simple,” Marco explains. “We start a hashtag—#notsonicetennant—and we make it go viral.  All we have to do is film this guy everywhere he goes, and eventually the yeerk will slip up.”
  • It proves not to be simple after all.  Their gif of Tennant twitching madly mid-EPA speech gets overshadowed by the news story about One Direction nearly getting poisoned with spiders at the same banquet. Ax does not understand the concept of hashtag, and keeps adding #notsonicetennant to his retweets of what Marco calls “food porn.” They train one of Tobias’s repurposed GoPros to follow poodle-Marco, but that becomes a meme mocking the world’s most obnoxious stray dog rather than Tennant himself.
  • The plan finally, finally comes off when they pull out all the stops and just confront him in morph.  The smartphones that Rachel rigged up in the surrounding buildings don’t pick up the thought speak, but the audio of Tennant screaming at the aliens to leave him alone comes through just fine.
  • When the scandal breaks, the internet (in truly predictable fashion) drops #notsonicetennant and starts using #tennantgate instead.  
  • Ax reposts an old photo of Tennant eating a quinoa salad—zoomed in on the salad—and tags it #tennantgate.  All of his teammates assure him they appreciate the attempt.

36. “All right, that’s just weird,” Marco says, looking at the final entry in the underwater creepshow they’ve been walking through for the past hour.  “All the other ships have been getting more modern as we’ve gone, but this one?  Looks like it was made in the sixties, at the latest.”

  • «The world’s creepiest museum curators are getting sloppy with the placement of bodies as well,» Tobias points out.  «There’s no way that many people could fit on a boat that small.  They’re practically falling over the sides.»
  • Jake and Cassie look at each other, seeing the same realization reflected in each other’s eyes.  Neither one of them wants to say it out loud.
  • Jake becomes the one to bite the bullet.  “Don’t you get it?”  He points to the ragged clothes, the emaciated bodies, the modern smartphone tucked in among the antiquated radio equipment.  “They were refugees.”

37. Rachel shuts the window on the library computer as soon as she hears someone walk into the room, but she can tell she was too late by the look on Jake’s face when she turns around.  

  • “Roy Ludvig, huh?” Jake says.  “Heck of a name.”
  • “He was at the T.V. studio when we attacked.”  Rachel looks down, picking at her nail polish.  “No civilians were supposed to be in danger.”
  • Jake’s expression softens, as much as it ever does.  “And now you’re scrolling through his Facebook, looking for something that’ll let you sleep at night.”  
  • “He’s got a grandson,” Rachel blurts.  “Jordan’s age.  He…”  She shrugs.  He’s dead, and it’s more or less her fault.
  • “Shouldn’t be looking on Facebook.”  Jake sets his phone on the library table next to her, taps the screen to bring up an official-looking report.  “You should be, say, borrowing my dad’s computer.  Sending an email from his account to ask for the guy’s medical records.  If you had, you’d know that Mr. Roy Ludvig had a heart condition.  That he had maybe a year to live, at most, and doctors said he might die at any old time.”
  • Rachel looks down at the report for a long time, and eventually looks up at Jake.  “Doesn’t make it okay, what I did,” she says.  “He’s still dead.”
  • Jake shrugs.  “You don’t have to forget it ever happened, but you do have to live with it.  Live, and fight another day.”

38. In the aftermath of Estrid’s visit, Tobias is flying over the boardwalk when he sees a henna artist who clearly smokes way too much pot to be a Yeerk. He gets Ax, they morph human, and both get henna tattoos of Elfangor’s name. (Ax had previously expressed an admiration for the human tradition of commemorating a lost loved one by making markings on one’s body.) They know the tats will disappear when they demorph, but they’re both glad they did it. The artist asks how long they’ve been together, and Tobias says in a scandalized voice, “he’s my UNCLE!” Thus, Tobias succeeds in both of his goals: making Ax laugh, and reminding him he has family here on Earth. Honestly, the reminder doesn’t hurt Tobias either.

39. “You know, not all squirrels are like that,” Marco is fond of saying after a morph goes wrong.  “Not all termites are horrifying worker drones.”  Sometimes it’s, “You know, some of my best friends are fleas.”

  • It’s Cassie, however, who gets the last laugh out of that one.  «You know, Marco,» she says as they swim away from the wreckage of the helicopter, «Not all ants are like that, right?  I shouldn’t say that all ants are killers, right?»
  • Marco stares at her in silence while the others snicker, watching him war between the two impulses: to keep the joke going forever, and to express his honest hatred of ants.  
  • «Come on.»  And now Rachel has joined in on the teasing.  «You’re just going to let that kind of besmirching of the ant community stand?»  
  • «Okay, okay!»  Marco gives in.  «Ants suck.  Yes, all ants!»

40. “Our experts have examined the video extensively, and near as we can conclude, this footage is genuine and unedited,” the newscaster says.  “Given how viral this video has proven to be, with over two million views since it was posted to YouTube on Wednesday, everyone wants to know: is this footage proof that aliens exist?  Is this a publicity stunt for the upcoming Fantastic Beasts sequel?  Or, as one YouTube commenter asks, did a Smurf just have sex with a centaur?”

  • «Potential new ally?» Tobias suggests.  He’s already tapping out a search for the original video in his modified tablet.
  • Ax laughs.  «Of course not.  He’s crippled.  A vecol.  Useless.  We must respect the privacy of his isolation.»
  • “You know what?  Fuck that,” Marco snaps.  He shoves to his feet, posture tight with anger.  “Just… Fuck that,” he tells Ax.  “I have ADHD.  Attention Deficit whateverthefuck.  I take a pill every morning to help me function because my brain isn’t good enough to filter stimuli all by itself.  I got a fucking 135 on the world’s most boring IQ test and I’m still failing half my classes.  I’m a vecol.  You think I’m useless, huh?  You gonna start refusing to talk to me because of some bullshit about ‘respecting’ my ‘privacy’?  Huh?”
  • «That’s different,» Ax says.  «You’re not…»  He doesn’t seem to know how to finish that sentence.  
  • «If he’s an exception, I hope I am too,» Tobias says more gently.  «I got screened for anxiety disorders as a kid, and I guess we’ll never know if I qualify or not, ‘cause my aunt decided that doctors cost money and if the test said I needed one then she didn’t want to know about it.»
  • Ax doesn’t answer for a long time.  He doesn’t seem to know where to look.  
  • «Let’s go tell the others what we found.»  Tobias taps a button to send the video to himself.  «We can talk more about this later.»

MM4. Tobias flinches when his phone makes the small ping sound that means he has an alert.  The new kid is the easy target in every school on the planet.  He wonders what it’ll be this time: another Facebook post where the semi-anonymous account Toby IsALoser tags him in another meme about how he has to pay people for sex because the sight of his body would make any normal girl run away screaming, another unnamed Instagram ping telling him he should kill himself so that no one has to look at his stupid fat face anymore, another Snapchat image of a puddle of vomit with the caption “me when I think of you,” an email with the most disgusting gif anyone could find after a quick search…

  • It’s not, though.  It’s an invite to join a private Facebook group, called The Sharing, with several hundred local members.  Most of the names Tobias recognizes are cool older kids from the high school.  Intrigued, willing to trust for the moment that this isn’t some ridiculously elaborate prank, Tobias clicks “join.”  

41. Jake looks around at the enormous open field, concrete pitted with openings and low hovels of corrugated steel and rebar.  He can see for nearly half a mile in every direction before the smog makes it impossible, and the tallest things around are the hunched hork-bajir.  “Where are we?” he asks.

  • Cassie frowns.  “This?  Jake, this is downtown Manhattan.”
  • He gapes at her.  “What happened to it?”
  • “Tall buildings are targets for drone strikes,” she says casually, turning away.  “The only way to be safe was to go underground.”

42. Marco doesn’t bother going to the house of the guy who photographed them, nor does he try to catch the kid before he uploads the video anywhere.  Instead he waits for the image to appear on YouTube, then becomes the first commenter.  “Sweet manip!” he says.  “Is that Photoshop, or can you do that in free programs like Gimp?”

43.  “EarthIsOurs-dot-tumblr-dot-com?” Marco says incredulously.  “What does Taylor do there, post pictures of her pet taxxon?  Reblog plans for planetary domination?”

  • «Judging from her archive history, she’s had this blog for many years,» Ax says.  «She recently changed the domain name, but some of the content on here is from as early as 2008.»
  • Jake and Marco get caught up in debating with Cassie about what exactly to send to her, but Tobias just scrolls quietly through Taylor’s old posts.  She didn’t lie about being beautiful, he realizes, or about being popular.  There’s a long blank period in her tumblr account in mid-2014.  And then she posted one selfie—just one—after the fire.  
  • He can’t bring himself to read the names that the trolls call her, or the discussions about how much money they’d have to be paid to have sex with her.  But there’s no overlooking the suggestions that she kill herself.  The posts are too numerous, too vitriolic.  
  • “Every chick ever to wander onto the internet has gotten that crap,” Rachel says; clearly she’s been reading over his shoulder.  “She should’ve developed thick skin, not joined the Sharing.”
  • Tobias thinks of the Facebook page made at his old school just to discuss the fact that he’s a chubby zit-face, of the posts which eventually overwhelmed his Instagram with death threats.  «Yeah, I guess,» he says.

44.  It takes a long time for Cassie to get home from Australia, but at least they’re not too worried for most of that time; she texts them her location and a brief description of the insanity that landed her in the Outback as soon as she gets in contact with Yami’s family.

45.  “None of this makes any sense,” Peter says.  “I’m hallucinating, or you’re delusional, or else—”

  • Marco sets his phone in Peter’s lap. “Check the timestamp, Dad.  I took that six months ago.”
  • Peter stares at the phone for a long minute, and then slowly looks up at Marco.  At a clear loss for words, he tilts his head back toward the screen.
  • “I know.”  Marco laughs, the sound wet with tears.  “That blond wig looks terrible on her.  But it’s really her, Dad.  I swear.”

46. “So they’re going to get the U.S. embroiled in another war,” Marco says.  “And this one with a country that can actually fight back.”

  • «Seems like,» Tobias says.  «Only why bother with all the secrecy and political wrangling?  Why not just send a couple mean tweets to Donald Trump and Kim Jong-Un?  That’d probably do the job just as well.»
  • “No, it wouldn’t.”  Jake runs a hand through his hair, looking around at them all.  “The yeerks need a total war.  Everything the U.S. and its allies can pull out, against everything China and its allies can muster.  Our military has gotten too used to sending drones to fight its wars, to ‘tactical strikes’ against insurgents.  If the yeerks want half the species annihilated, they have to do a lot more than poke a couple of egos.”

47. “News flash,” Marco says.  “Your average suburbanite ain’t gonna accept a seven-foot-tall alien for a neighbor.  You know the number of times my mom’s been asked for proof of citizenship before she was allowed to vote or cash a paycheck or buy a car?  How many times she’s been pulled over by cops while driving the speed limit with her seatbelt on?  And she’s a regular old human being.  Toby’s right—the hork-bajir have a whole other fight coming if we ever win the war.”  

48. Rachel feels the blood drain from her face when she opens the Facebook message and sees the name attached.  David’s Facebook account has been defunct for almost two years now; there’s no one left who would want or even be able to access it from the outside.  Should be no one.

  • Miss me? the message from David’s account says.
  • Who are you? she types with shaking fingers.  What do you want?
  • I know what you did.  I’m coming for you.  I’ve got friends all over the place and they’ll find you.  They’ll kill you.  Amazing the allies you can get, when you know where the bodies are kept.  On the internet, no one knows you’re a—
  • Rachel hits “block.”  She tells herself that the screaming nightmares she has all that night and into the next are the product of having a stressful life, she’s an Animorph for pete’s sake.
  • She doesn’t stop shuddering every time she gets a message for the next two weeks, but she never hears from whoever (It wasn’t David. It couldn’t have been.) it was ever again.

49.  They stagger away from yet another hopeless fight, all of them injured, half of them missing limbs or bleeding to death.  Dragging their damaged bodies behind the first dumpster they find, they demorph, remorph, and force their minds to focus long enough for the long flight home.  It’s only when Rachel is in owl morph, staring around the dimly lit alleyway, that she sees the security camera pointed directly at their location.  

  • «They must not check it that often,» Marco says without much hope.  «Or else they’d be out here already to come looking for us.»
  • «Doesn’t matter,» Tobias says harshly.  «It had a perfectly clear view of all your human faces.  And that building is owned by the yeerks.»
  • They all stare at each other in dull shock as the realization sinks in.  They always knew this moment was coming—they could only be so careful for so long—and yet, on some level each of them hoped it never would.  
  • «Take one more night to be with your families,» Jake says at last.  «We evacuate everyone in the morning.»
  • Jake loses his phone, again, somewhere amidst all the chaos.  This time around he doesn’t bother to replace it.  It’s not like his mom is going to be wondering where he is, not anymore.  

50.  “So,” Jake says, “this is going to sound crazy, but—”

  • “Aliens are invading the planet, and you’re the only kid terrorist who can stop them?” James suggests.  “We do have wifi up here, you know.  You’re Jake Berenson, right?  You’re all over the conspiracy theorists’ forums right now.”
  • “Um.”  Jake runs a hand through his hair, starts again.  “Yeah, pretty much.”
  • James nods.  “In that case, you’ve got thirty seconds to convince me your story’s not a load of crap before I call security.”  

51. Ax secures their wifi in something a billion times better-hidden than Tor.  With that reassurance, they all end up starting blogs.

  • Marco’s is a rambling string of wry comments about everything from the invasion to his parents’ science projects.  Sample post: “Insider source (aka my mom): Visser Three has morphed human and eaten AN ENTIRE BAG OF MARSHMALLOWS in one sitting, ON MORE THAN ONE OCCASION.  Pass it on!”
  • Jake’s is the place that people go to find out how they can help, and to get his reassurance that the help means something.  Sample post: “As Barack Obama says, ‘We the people recognize that we have responsibilities as well as rights; that our destinies are bound together; that a freedom without a commitment to others is unworthy of our founding ideals, and those who died in their defense.’  This fight will never be over just as long as we keep supporting each other.  I can’t tell you how grateful I am to you all for the KickStarter donations.”
  • Rachel’s has beauty tips for the American girl on the run, light and self-deprecating enough that you often don’t notice the undercurrent of desperation.  Sample post: “If you want to be able to look at yourself in the mirror, try fixing your hair using reflective surfaces such as pots, ponds, or pieces of Bug fighter wreckage.  Alternately, just say ‘fuck it’ and never look at yourself again.”
  • Cassie’s tells people how to stay safe, and how to keep their environments safe as well.  Sample post: “Everyone please remember, it’s important to stock enough food and water for family pets as well as humans when retreating to an apocalypse bunker!”
  • Tobias’s has a lot of good-natured grumbling about everyday life in the valley.  Sample post: “In other news, my girlfriend’s mom is currently arguing with the smartest being on the face of the planet about where to put the new latrine facilities.  Sorry Naomi, but my money’s on Toby.”
  • Ax’s has a lot of food reviews, of course, but again there’s that undercurrent of desperation, almost like he’s trying to convince someone else (or maybe even himself) that humans are worth saving.  Sample post: “Marco assures me that there are no less than 23 distinct flavors contained within every sip of Dr. Pepper.  Just think of the years of experimentation and innovation it must have required to produce a drink which can inspire 23 different reactions from human taste buds, all at the same time.  Truly inspired genius.”

52. They run drills upon drills for what to do in case of a drone strike.  Using any morphs they have that can dig or build—mole, taxxon, elephant, beaver—the Animorphs create an extensive network of tunnels and shelters, posting guards at all times to keep their eyes on the sky.  The hork-bajir valley doesn’t show up on satellite imagery, which they only know thanks to Peter’s definitely-illegal fact-gathering missions on the darkweb, but they don’t know for sure whether an overhead camera would be subject to the same strange perceptual distortions they all experience when flying there as birds.  They nearly lose their precious secrecy when Naomi sends several emails from her work account, claiming she’s being held hostage and asking anyone who will listen to come rescue her.  Eva generates a hasty follow-up from the same account asking people to ignore “the prank that I now realize was in poor taste,” but none of them are sure it worked for the next several days.  

53. Rachel makes one last post on her nearly-extinct Instagram account.  This time the scrap of paper she uses appears to be torn from the back of a food label, but the penciled script is as intricate as ever.  It reads “Who wants to live forever? —Freddie Mercury, 1986”  

54. After it’s all over, Tobias retreats, he hides, but he keeps a thread of communication open.  Cassie shoots him an email with the subject line “Hawk patient with intermittent aggression and lethargy—any idea what could be causing it?”  Marco sends him idiotic memes that now feature the Animorphs’ names and faces.  Ax asks for constant updates on the new wing of Taco Bell being built downtown, and repays the favor by leaking confidential information about the search for the Blade ship.

  • And then he gets one of the stranger emails he’s ever received.  It’s an offer of a full legacy scholarship to Harvard University (which has just found the means to explain some inconsistencies in the records of one “Alan Fangor,” who graduated in the ‘80s) in exchange for Tobias teaching one class per semester on any subject of his choice.  He agrees, with the stipulation that all his classes be online.
  • The resultant course (Ornithology 442: An Insider’s Perspective) is like nothing the students who participate have ever seen before.  Tobias will write out rambling treatises on Why Blue Jays Suck or All the Ways Hawks Are Superior to Eagles with a thought-speak-to-text recorder.  He’ll deliver online lectures from a shaky webcam pointed into a nonspecific tree, occasionally wandering off for hours at a time to go hunting.  Students who ask him personal questions about Rachel get regurgitated mouse skeletons Fed-Exed to their campus mailboxes.  Essays that don’t demonstrate much effort get feedback such as “even I can tell this sucks and I have a seventh-grade education” or “my grandmother could make better sentences than this AND SHE’S AN ANDALITE WHO DOESN’T SPEAK ENGLISH.”  Assignments include “find one bird fact in a textbook and explain why it’s a load of crap” or “go film a Boston pigeon until it does something interesting, I dare you.”
  • Nevertheless, enrollment is so popular that Harvard has a three-year waiting list and charges students an extra $500 just to sign up.  When Tobias finds out about the extra fee, he promptly video-calls the Intrepid, gives Ax remote access to his computer, and explains why he needs Ax to convert the course illegally to a MOOC.  Harvard University fires him for breach of contract; Yale hires him on that very same afternoon.  

part 1 here 

She’s the Man (Part 1)

Summary: Upon finding out that your twin teenage brother is leaving the country, you decide on taking up the role of him, in hopes of convincing the students at his new school that you’re the real Bruce Y/L/N. [MatureTeenage!Bucky AU] 

Word Count: 795.

A/N: Damn, Sam, back at it again with the movie series. This new one I have here is entirely based off of the film, “She’s the Man” and I’m more than excited to show this to you guys. Thanks to my pal @theassetseyeliner for the idea!!! Hope you enjoy, and feedback would be greatly appreciated. (also i promise bucky will make an appearance in the next part ;D)

Originally posted by ohh-bloodyhell

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game grumps ask meme.

“Dude, just… just pity laugh, at least!”
“I don’t wanna kill anybody, I’m a pacifist. Ooops, killed six people.”
“Six is the number of Def Leppard members, almost.”
“Did you know I’m a professional joke? My life is a joke.”
“Why do you enjoy watching me suffer so?”
“Remember kids, if you wanna defeat the evil power, you better fucking find the nearest sharpest sword and run as fast as you can.”
“I don’t judge you when you steal children, so I’ll thank you to show me that same courtesy.”
“Having a great time being in immeasurable pain.”
“Yes, have you ever heard of brapnel? That’s baby shrapnel.”
“Wait, mechanical bird is plane. I just realized.”
“Crazy how dead you are, I mean like, wow.”
“I didn’t have any problem at all after I died twice.”
“Such a nice man we ripped off there.”
“I’ll never put on pants.”
“Checkers would be better with badgers.”
“She’s adorable! Until she turns into a hideous undead monster creature, then ya gotta hit her with the lead pipe.”
“Stop dancing at me!”
“I have some very important masturbating to do.”
“You make me have to pee, always.”
“Whales are just Earth’s way of taking a shit.”
“I like it when Luigi’s happy. It makes me smile.”
“You know when you get high, and you start floating five feet off the ground, and gain a Spanish accent?”
“Whenever you talk about being high, it always just shows how much you’ve clearly never gotten high before.”
“Dude, what if hell was up?!”
“I will raise that chicken as if it were my own daughter… who I turned into chicken fingers.”
“‘Becky with the good hair’ sounds too much like ‘caramel corn’?”
“Even 90s rock won’t make me feel good about this!”
“This might be the drugs talking, but I love drugs.”
“That’s one boopity you shouldn’t have shmoopled.”
“Am I nude right now?”
“It’d be weird to sleep amongst your dead friends.”
“Are you here to repent for your chins?”
“Why am I not eating ice cream for every meal?”
“This taxi is bae.”
“The world is full of magic. Horrible, horrible magic.”
“Jesus is my drug.”
“I don’t know anything about memes.”
“You would say that, no matter what, me from another dimension that runs a porn ring.”
“I’m a milk-based life form.”
“I fucked a cantaloupe once.”
“Awww babe, look at us, we have our own cam girl operation.”
“Everyone who works for us gradually becomes more gay in their interactions because… we are always getting… weirdly gay with each other.”
“Shut up, ya tweezer!”
“And Half-Life 3, I don’t know anything about Half-Life 3, other than that everyone says it’s confirmed.”
“Good thing you’ve got fingers and wrists of steel, from that straight jacking.”
“I’ve learned the importance of being cuddled.”
“Hi, I’m a musician with a huge penis. Do you know where I can find guitars and Magnum condoms?”
“Baths are amazing, especially when you bring a friend.”
“Jesus, you gotta wine and dine me first. You can’t just open up with that shit.”
“We’ve broken several laws.”
“What, you wanna try diplomacy? He’s a fucking crab!”
“‘Bonfire’ is made up of two words: ‘bonf’ and ‘ire.’”
“These balls are coming at me fast and furious. It’s like that movie, ‘Speed.’”
“As I was about to say, revenge is a dish best served fuck you.”
“When someone says ‘just fuck me up’ on the internet that means have sex with me in a rough, passionate manner, correct?”
“If there’s one thing I can be totally honest about, it’s that I would happily lie to your face.”
“Just get abducted! We are your saviors, we’re flying in the sky- treat us as your new gods.”
“If I can’t be the best, I sure as hell can be the worst!”
“Water is just… air juice.”
“Uh… Doctor, could you put tits on my thumbs?”
“We hang out… we touch each other…”
“Does anyone have a paper bag I can hyperventilate into?”
“2016 is the year of the butt.”
“If I took pole-dancing, I would be worried that it would be too erotic for everybody else.”
“You make another joke like that, and I’m gonna have to beat you to death with your own shoes.”
“Whoa, look at this trapezoid-headed Funyon ring!”
“I have to take off my jacket because I’m getting hot because this sucks so bad.”
“He died as he lived: covered in mayonnaise.”
“Who wears pants anymore? So 2015.”
“What took you so long, you butt plug?!”
“Look, you tell a couple jokes as a dad and suddenly everyone’s like ‘you’re making dad jokes.’”
“Could you imagine if you unlocked outfits in real life? Like, “Congratulations you wiped your ass, here’s a new shirt.””
“As long as I live, I will never stop loving your random bursts of outrage.”
“Like I would kill a friend… without watching.”
“With your Phd and my also being here, we can solve any problem.”
“I love watching you guys suffer.”
“Man, the void of nothingness is kinda lame.”
“Sometimes you gotta take time and smell the roses. And sometimes you’re gonna be a guy jacking yourself off while you’re rubbing a girl in a video game.”
“I can’t prove that someone ISN’T a reptilian.”
“Oh my god, do we have to kill him while he’s asleep?”
“I feel dead inside, but at least I had pie.”
“This is nice. We’re all bathing in the warm glow of murder.”
“The tears are bittersweet but the pie is delicious.”
“Murder is a spectator sport.”
“Today’s been a day. A day full of tasty, tasty murder.”
“Man, I wish anime was human history.”
“99 red balloons… Something- something- German song.”
“If you wanna have sex you don’t have to make a little song about it, like just come right out and ask.”
“If only I could have sex with my own brain. That would be a mind-fuck.”
“I am not nature. I am nurture.”
“Wouldn’t it be hilarious if they died?”
“Tell me what you’re gonna do to me.”
“Taco Bell cures diabetes.”
“Rule number one of babysitting? DON’T STEP ON THE BABY!”
“Play for my amusement, child.”
“How does a ghost enter a skeleton? And I don’t mean that in a sexy way.”
“You’re locked the closet with the dildo!”
“Yeah, I’ve been drunk on pot before. What of it?”
“You are the worst son ever.”
“Shut up, this is my moment of time shine!”
“Bro, can I be honest with you guys right now? I love defiling things.”
“I wanna touch everything with my boner, including my boner!”
“When you’re married, you can announce your boners everywhere.”
“I am enjoying my pot! Take that out of context.”
“Dude, what if you were next to a supernova when it supernovaed?”
“…and she’s like COVERED in butter.”
“I do apologize for my actions, even though they were totally and completely justified.”
“What are the animals crossing, exactly?”
“I’m a firm believer in ‘if you’re going to fail, you might as well fail spectacularly.’”
“And you know what? We’re tied right now, like brothers… only one brother is significantly smarter and more handsome than the other and has like 15 years more life experience.”
“Frick to the 30th power!”
“My eyebrows are slippery and slimy. I grease them.”
“This is literally just elementary hydrodynamics, I can’t believe you can’t grasp this.”
“Well look the important thing that I’m having fun and other people aren’t.”
“I would fuck everything on the screen including the animals and the bicycle.”
“How dare you know stuff about things. I’m gonna beat you up with my fists… that are made of stuff and things.”
“Spyyyder Loops™ cereal…. made with… spiders.”
“I’m a bottom kind of guy.”
“Can you see my labia in this fucking costume?”
“Just bros bein’ bros…”
“I never feel quite as alone as I do when I play Burger Time.”
“If you do this… I’m gonna be mildly impressed with you.”
“I don’t know how to be interesting, could you give me advice?”
“I’m kind of amazing at everything I do.”
“I would get a photo-realistic tattoo of your face on my inner thigh.”
“Do you think I came out the pussy drawing fucking Mozart?!”
“Follow your stupid fucking dreams.”
“Everyone does crack at some point in their lives. It’s pretty much a rite of passage.”
“I wanna know where Luigi is!”
“Nothin’ wrong with that. Get clean, get clean with the lord.”
“You’re on page 2, and I’m on page…uh, furiously concentrating on not throwing up from this Nutella situation.”
“I wish you could jump inside my skin and know what I know, and feel what I feel.”
“I’m feeling fly for a caucasian man.”
“I will actually strangle you with my bare hands and feet.”
“Don’t call me “bro” in an accusatory tone!”
“This is a good yiff right here.”
“My friends! I love killing my friends.”
“Now I am the one who is bitch.”
“He died as he lived: eating chicken McNuggets.”
“Well, thank you so much, that’s so nice of you to say, but I don’t believe you and you’re a liar.”
“I could tell by his briefly angry eyebrows that he’s someone we should be stabbing.”
“A blunt is a maridujuana.”
“If you can’t beat em, Shoot ‘em with a gun!”
“Getting kicked in the nuts is not an event, it’s a process.”
“My goal is to pee in every major body of water on earth.”
“Man, Club Penguin’s gotten weird.”
“Aw jimminey-jillakers. Gee-whiz Batman. Aw frick. Oh jeezum.”
“And you have ten thousand and seven hundred grams of mardujuana.”
“My style is old, nasty t-shirt and rapidly disintegrating pants.”
“If you ever run into me in the wild, we’ll hug it out.”
“I think the noodles are going to kill me!”
“I’m sorry, your son is an anthropomorphic cheese melt.”
“Wait, but, also shut up.”

Master List of ML Crack Posts: #1

 As some of you may know, my memory sucks.  This list is as much for you guys as it is for me ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ 

I’ll be updating this thing periodically.  I’m putting the links under a “read more” so the updates will show up in case someone wants to reblog this.  I love it when something is reblogged (especially when I can read the funny tags), but y’all are random af.  You give me a good laugh on my rough days and I love each and every one of you ^ω^

Have fun down the ML rabbit hole of crazy (after the cut)!:

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Polaroid AU 4

part one, part two, part three

the majority of this story is based on these bts pictures

William had been having weird dreams since he was a kid, padding down the hall and crawling into bed with his parents after a nightmare for years until it seemed too babyish. And the worst part was that most of the time, the dreams seemed to come true, in one way or another. He’d dreamed about the cat getting hit by a car three days before it had happened, and the time his dad had gotten really sick and had to have surgery. Once or twice, he’d dreamed the contents of an upcoming test and found his dream to be accurate. (He hadn’t minded those too much.) But the ones that had probably been the scariest were the ones in the smoke-choked office and the scary older man sitting in the chair. He hadn’t had one of those since he was ten, but they always terrified him for some reason he couldn’t explain. The office was full of pictures of people who looked like him, files with long, Sharpied-out passages and CLASSIFIED written in bold letters across the top, ashtrays among ashtrays. He’d had the first one when he was four and had crawled under the desk and refused to come out. The smoking man had called out in a melodic voice and he put his hands over his ears and shut his eyes until everything faded into the familiarity of his bedroom. (He did that a lot in dreams.)

Two weeks after arriving at Mulder and Scully’s, he had the dream again. He was lying on the floor of the nicotine-smelling office, his cheek plastered to the rug. He scrambled to his feet clumsily, looking around. The room was empty. On the desk in front of him was a pile of cigarettes beside an ashtray and a slew of pictures spread across the table.

William drew closer and held in a gasp. He recognized Scully’s SUV, parked in front of a sprawling hospital. Covert shots of Monica Reyes and Scully in a lab, Scully in various hospital rooms, Scully and that one guy Skinner in a conference room. William held his breath and flipped further through the photos. An immaculate apartment, the house he was sleeping in right now, hotel rooms. A picture of her with a baby–him. Taking him out of the car, years ago, a stupid hat on his head. He tensed all over, holding his breath.

“William,” said a voice behind him. The smoker. When he turned around, he couldn’t see the smoker; there was a blinding flash of light and the screech of bending metal.

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Stranger Danger-(Theo Raeken)

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken and (Y/N).

Pairing: Theo x Reader

Word Count: 981

Warnings: some angry Stiles 

Summary: Stiles doesn’t like you and Theo being close, so just imagine his reaction when he comes home and finds Theo in your bed.(based on a request)

I briefly remember Theo Raeken, Stiles’s and Scott’s 4th grade friend who moved away when I was 10. I remember how he’d occasionally sit with me, Stiles and Scott at lunch, how he’d help me get books from the high shelves at the library, and he’d often sit next to me on the bus when Stiles and Scott paired off. But I remember a slightly chubby Theo, with little social skills. 

But then he came back, and I certainly don’t remember a Theo with a six-pack, a smile to die for or a Theo who would ever flirt. Okay, the last one may be to the fact that I was only 10. But the point is, I was excited that he was back, to say the least, unlike my older brother who thinks that Theo has some ulterior motives, I think that he’s telling the truth. I’m not really surprised that he’d want to join the true alpha’s pack. Who wouldn’t? 

Either way, my point is that Theo is extremely hot and really nice, and the thrill of getting caught by my brother who’s the founder of ‘Theo’s Haters Club 101′ makes this even better. It also makes the sneaking around more fun.

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The signs based on my family members

Aries 2 year old brother  Bountiful amounts of energy… literally no one can keep up with him. Curious about everything. Barely sleeps nor eats… but he loves cookies and juice. Gets excited and shouts whenever he sees a car, tractor, bus or plane. Bossy and a drama queen. Shows off in front of pretty girls. Possessive of his parents and siblings (Pic of him bc hes so fukn cute)

Taurus unstable crazy nana. Looks half her age and has never been seen without a full face of makeup on. Ever. Always the drunkest and craziest person at family functions. Receives compliments on her cooking, extremely empathetic and psychic. Loud and drinks wine while watching Kath and Kim most days. Collects gossip magazines and has only just upgraded from her flip top phone shes had for 7 years.

Gemini my chaotic aunty. legally changed her name too Kandi Kane. Always travelling, moved to Morocco to marry a man she found on FB… divorced him when he wasn’t allowed back in her country. Smokes weed and plays the drums like a pro. Loves heavy metal and writing poetry. Treats her dog like a human.

Cancer My mum A clean freak around the house, everything has to be spotless or she stresses. She’s obsessed with laundry conditioner. Makes sure we’re fed and happy before she is. Keeps scrapbooks and photo albums. Sheds tears over unnecessary things , bad mood swings. Always reminding her family how much she loves them, spoils her kids with cute gifts.

Leo alcoholic aunty Always carries a flask of vodka with her, chain smokes yet some how looks like a model. Spoils her kids with the latest technology. Usually the one pouring shots and twerking at family events. Outspoken and will tell you if your outfit looks shit.

Virgo Grandad no one ever hears from him bc he’s always working. Has been putting $50 in our bday cards ever since we were born. Takes pride in his garden and will happily give you a guided tour of his landscaped yard. Owns a shelf of porcelain dolls and fine china, his house smells like peanuts.

Libra favorite aunt Buys every single niece and nephew Christmas and birthday presents and makes sure they’re delivered on time without fail, independently maintains her own house and a well paying job despite the fact that she’s wheelchair bound and handicapped. Probably the brainiest and wisest person i know. Has a secret wild side.

Scorpio my Dad Workaholic and seems serious all the time, the craziest person I know to go clubbing with. Awkward and a lil bit detached but extremely intense and knows everyone intentions. Good with money, has a dark humor. Took the family on a trip too Thailand so he could taste authentic Thai curry lol, ended up getting drunk and hitting on a man.

Sagittarius 16 year old brother Always has more money then me but idk how he gets it? never single. Obsessed with buying the latest technology. Eats KFC atleast 4 times a week. Secretly sensitive and insecure, bit of an old soul. Can be nasty and stubborn with his opinions, does well in school. Listens too alt rock.

Capricorn Uncle Posts his food pictures to fb 3 times a day, drinks in abundance, owns a Harley Davidson but hes too scared to ride it, has the most money out of anyone in the family, sarcastic/blunt humor. Can seem awkward but has a big heart, makes his bed hospital corner style, always purchasing diffusers.

Aquarius Step mum Quirky as hell, laughs like a duck, owns an eyelash extensions business. Get’s drunk easily and she’s super fun to party with. Constantly making cheeky remarks and laughs when someone gets offended. Talks to herself all the time, overly protective of her kids. Has a phobia of germs. 

Pisces 8 year old sis lil baby gal who’s always doodling and writing in her diaries in her room, addicted to Sims, really defensive. Has big pretty eyes and long curly shiny hair. Hates veges but loves mashed potato. Randomly cries out of nowhere especially at dinner, cuddly.

MY reaction to: Bangtan Boys! (BTS)

{Y’all seriously liked My reaction to EXO, so how about i give you guys another one? Okay, so these are based on my actual reaction to the Bangtan Boys when i first found them [about two years ago] so, hopefully y’all like it!}

Jin (Kim Seokjin)

Originally posted by softfluffytae


Holy shit, oh..wait…what are you? You look like you’d be a vocalist….Too tall to be a dancer and…too gentle to be a rapper. 

*First dad joke*….jesus christ….get the fuck out ya piece of dad poo. 

*Watches Eat Jin* Jin…what the fuck are you even doing? Hasn’t your mother ever told you not to play with your fucking food? 

*High key thought he was part of the maknae line*

Way i know him: Giant dork with dumb dad jokes

Suga (Min Yoongi)

Originally posted by sweetly-delirious

WHO IS THE PASTEL PRINCE OH MY GOSH. You’re eyes are funny lookin’ though. They are so tiny. Also, YOU ARE SO SMOL. You seem to always be frowning, sweetie, you’ll get crows feet like that. Smile a bit more. Jesus.

*Watches Agust D*….holy…fuck…..YOU’RE A RAPPER. I NEVER WOULD HAVE THOUGHT OH MY GOSH. You look so gentle, i never would have thought you’d be a rapper. I gotta rethink jin’s position for a sec.  

Baby, you look like you need some serious sleep, i can see bags under your eyes even with the make up on. 

Way i know him: Pastel Prince with an AMAZING smile

J-Hope (Jung Hoseok)

Originally posted by yoongismochi

*Didn’t pay much attention to him at first* Huh, who are yo– 

*Finds he’s a dancer, rapper, and low key vocalist*…W O A H You are just a RAY OF SUNSHINE aren’t yOU? STOP THAT. STOP THAT SEXY DANCING YA PIECE OF SEXY CUTE SHIT.

I feel like you and Suga would be very good for each other. *Watches the face mask live stream* I SHIP IT. 

Also, why the hell is your laugh so contagious?! Why do you fall off your chair whenever you laugh?!

Way i know him: The guy i ship with Suga/ The guy with a long face and high cheeks

Rap Monster (Kim Namjoon)

Originally posted by rapnamu

That is some serious FIRE you’re spittin’ fam.

Nice lips, they are thick. 100% would kiss, but you got that brother feel to you so nah. Actually, your brother feel is hella strong…stop that. We’re supposed to find you attractive, not hope you were our brother.

Also, i like how low and husky your voice sounds. I’d fall asleep to that. 

Wooooaahhh…you talk about some deep shit. What a great mind you’ve got on top of those shoulders.


Jimin (Park Jimin)

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Wow…just like Rapmon, 100% would kiss the SHIT outta your lips. 

Also, ugh…what an angelic voice…lay me down daddy Jimin, holy shit. 

BOI, WHY MUST YOU BE SO RUDE AND LIFT YOUR SHIRT???? *just finished watching No More dream* THAT IS SO RUDE, SHAME ON YOU. 


(i am not joking, i just made a song just from jimin’s nickname while making this, lord help me)

Way i know him: The cute faced guy with Thick lips and a sweet bod.

V (Kim Taehyung)

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty

Your smile is really weird, but it’s kinda cute (In a weird way) 

Babe, take me straight to your make up artist. They have done an amazing job with your eyeliner good lord. 

Also, what’s with your EYES??? THEY ARE SO PRETTY OH MY GOSH. Also, Dude, you have a nice long body…like, that is so cool and really attractive (As a short person i appreciate

Also, you got nice vocals my man. It sounds very breathy though sooooo…maybe good for ballads?

Way i know him: The guy with a cute/weird smile

Jungkook (Jeon Jungkook)

Originally posted by jkguks



*Watches no more dream* Woah, are you a rapper too? Wait, but you sing…and you’re a REALLY good dancer…WHAT ARE YOU?!?!?!? …Can i actually date you? *Finds out he’s nineteen* HOLY FUCK I CAN.

You look like a little bun with your buck teeth. So cute~ Also, i high key ship you with Jiminie. You’re such a little shit to him though, rood. 


Way i know him: Buff Bunny Boy

Overall thought about the Bangtan Boys (2 years ago): 


Anyway, i am just glad they are such a small group, still is gonna take me forever to figure out their names. 

Overall thought about the Bangtan Boys (NOW): 

Same thing as up there, except, Now i know their stage and full names. Also, i still love Jimin but Hoseok is my Bias and you can fight me to the FUCKING DEATH if you tell me i shouldn’t. 

Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 107: The Cygnet

Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 107: The Cygnet

Pairing:  Captain Swan

Rating: T

Summary:  A series of unrelated, fluffy one shots featuring  Killian Jones and Emma Swan and the relationship that makes us all  swoon. Will contain both canon and AU stories. My contribution to  Operation Rainbow Kisses and Unicorn Stickers (aka, my attempt to drown  out the season 4 finale angst with ridiculous levels of fluff.)

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Tagging a few people who may be interested: @sailormew4@annaamell@flslp87@emmateo26@fleurreads@doracianstormrose@mermaidswans@bethacaciakay@ultraluckycatnd@allfangirlallthetime@effulgentcolors, @ilovemesomekillianjones@kat2609@brooke-to-broch@missgymgirl@hellomommanerd @galadriel26 @the-lady-of-misthaven@charmingturkeysandwich@jennjenn615@laschatzi@kimmy46@snowbellewells@iamanneenigma @daxx04 @lapi-lazuli@nickillian@a-rose-for-a-savior @in-spirational @gillie@manic-pixiefangirl@britishguyslover@ginnyjinxedandhanshotritafirst@nofeels@holmes-a-holic@kmomof4@linda8084


CS Genre: Future Fic

Emma woke slowly to the sound of her husband’s gentle mumblings.  She reached for him, only to be met with a bar on the bed….and an IV in her arm…and machines beeping.  What..? 

In a rush, it all came back to her.  Six hours before, she’d given birth to Eva Ruth Jones, the most astonishingly beautiful baby she’d ever seen…at least since she’d given birth to Henry.

Emma glanced to her left and smiled softly.  Killian sat in the ridiculously uncomfortable chair they’d set beside her bed, his tiny daughter cradled lovingly in his hooked arm.  Eva’s little hand held tightly to her father’s finger, connected to him even in her sleep.

It was the most beautiful sight Emma had ever seen.

She listened for a moment as Killian spoke of beanstalks and time travel and alternate realities and darkness defeated with true love.  He was telling their daughter their story.

“And so, little love,” he crooned, “you need never fear.  Your papa’s a survivor and your mother is bloody brilliant.  Our love will stand the test of time and every obstacle thrown our way.  We are a family, my cygnet, and you need never fear to be left alone.”

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@thesunlester requested: Hey! Could you do a one shot or maybe a series about you being rescued by the avengers when you were a little kid from hydra and you are capable of like shapeshift and mess with people’s minds, you are also in team cap but you get really sick an Steve prefers you to go to Tony because he could help but cap is really worry. There you meet Peter and discover that you are dying because of all the weird things that hydra did to you. You also fall for Peter. It’s just a dumb idea I had.

Author’s note: DUDE I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH - also apologies that this took me actual YEARS to write, i’m slowly making my way through all my requests (BC NO ONE IS SENDING IN ANY AT ALL) :)) anyway, hope you enjoy - the summary is basically the request, so um - yeah. 

|| Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four || Part Five || Coming soon!

Platonic!Avengers x Reader

The cell at the end of a dark concrete hallway, behind a thick steel door guarded by soldiers and locked with a keypad. This is where you wake up. Your heart beats erratically, eyes frantically taking in the room as memories from almost eight years ago flood into your brain. This can’t happen - S.H.I.E.L.D. had rescued you from this room, you aren’t there, this isn’t real. You rock back and forth, clutching your knees as you repeat those words. “This isn’t real, this isn’t real, this isn’t real” You mutter, squeezing your eyes shut. 

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Army Soldier!Yoongi
Words: 15.2K
Warning: None at all
I wrote a short series that will be updated whenever I want to include a filler, hope you guys enjoy! 
Part 1 of TBD

Originally posted by cyyphr

My six-year-old son was obsessed with army toys and everything soldier related. I didn’t think anything of it when he began telling me he wanted to join the army when he was older and I nodded, telling him that he could do anything he wanted to do as long as he knew it would make him happy. I thought all of this was a phase until I went in to pick him up from school, realizing that next week was Veterans Day when the kids waited to be picked, wearing plastic army hats.

“Mommy! We wrote a letter to the soldiers and they are going to mail it out! I’m so excited! I get to talk with a real soldier!” Jake excitedly yelled, running at me and I picked him up, hugging him.

“That’s great, honey.” I grinned, the teacher walking over and I set Jake down, letting him go with his friend, the two playing for a bit.

“As a treat for Veteran’s Day, we’re sending cards out thanking them and giving them presents. Jake drew a picture of you two and wrote on the back about your job and how you always play with him.” I smile and blushed a bit, looking at my son.

The days leading up to the arrival of the Veteran that was going to visit the school made Jake more and more anxious. All he talked about was how he was going to join the army and protect me and everyone. I watched and played with him, pretending to die when he “shot” me, jumping in joy before climbing on me and hugging me.

When the day finally arrived, I walked Jake to school, a few army trucks were parked in the school’s parking lot and Jake jumped up and down, pointing at them and shaking my hand. “Mommy! Look! They’re here!” I grinned and nodded, walking Jake to his classroom to find all the kids sitting and two men in camouflage uniforms, one of them looking at us and smiling.

Jake froze, looking at them with astonishment. “I thought you were excited?” I laughed, crouching down and being eye level with him. Jake looked at me and pressed himself closer, growing nervous. I smiled a bit, hugging him, about to comfort him when the one who smiled at us walked over, crouching next to me.

“Hey, buddy, what’s your name?” He asked, Jake, looking at him before looking up at me. I smiled and nodded, assuring him that it was alright.

“I’m Jacob…” He whispered, the man grinning and I looked over, smiling at his grin.

“My name is Min Yoongi, and if I’m not mistaken, I seemed to have gotten your letter,” Jake and I watched as he took out a folded envelope from his pocket, taking out the card Jake drew and showing it to him. I looked at Jake, seeing him grin and stand up straight, walking from my side and in front of Yoongi.

“Wow! Did you like it?” I smiled and watched as Jake clapped his small hands, stars in his eyes as Yoongi laughed and nodded.

“I keep it in my pocket for good luck, so you can be with me in my missions.” Jake grinned, looking at me and grabbing my hand.

“Mommy, did you hear that? He keeps it with him like if I went on missions too!” I laughed a bit, nodded and kissed his cheek.

“Yes I heard, now you go and sit with the rest of your friends. I’ll be back to pick you up when you’re done, okay?” Jake nodded and waved at me, running to his friend and sitting with him, the two grinning and talking.

I stood up, Yoongi standing up and offered his hand. “Major Min Yoongi, it’s a pleasure to meet the mother of the young man who sent such wonderful words.” I smiled and accepted his hand, shaking it lightly.

“Y/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you too, Major.”

Yoongi’s smile grew a bit and he turned to the teacher as she clapped her hands, gathering everyone’s attention.

“I should leave you to it then,” I pulled my hand back, fixing my purse on my elbow. Yoongi turned back to me and nodded, heading back to the front of the class while I walked out, passing a few parents and kids.

I looked at the clock at home, sitting on the kitchen table and sighed, looking back down at my computer and continuing to type, finally shutting it and pulling on my jacket, a few dollars, and my keys. I walked out, locking the door behind me and walked to the school, seeing a few other parents going to pick up their kids. I head over to the classroom, smiling at a few parents as they walk out with their child, seeing mine talking to Yoongi. I leaned on the wall, the teacher walking over and looking at the two.

“Those two have been inseparable since the start of class. Major Yoongi has been sitting next to him and playing all day with him.” I grinned and thanked the teacher walking over and catching the eye of Jake.

“Hi, mommy!” He ran over, and I bent down, picking him up and hugging him.

“Hey, how was your day?” I asked. Jake pulling back and waving Yoongi over.

“Major and I played all day and made projects and it was so fun and can he come over for lunch mommy please?” I laughed and shook my head.

“Oh baby, Major Yoongi probably has plans after this-”

“Actually,” Both my son and I looked up at him, seeing him smile a bit at us. “I don’t have plans until tomorrow, I would be more than happy to join you two for lunch.” I looked at Jake who gave me puppy dog eyes and I laughed, nodding.

“Alright, then, he can come over for lunch.” Jake grinned at me and eagerly grabbing Yoongi’s hand.

“Come on! You can walk with us!” Yoongi laughed and stood his ground.

“Whoa there, I still need to get my things and thank the teacher. I’ll meet you two in about an hour, okay?” Jake nodded and grinned.

“I’ll be sitting in front of my house so you know which it is, okay?” Before Yoongi can answer, Jake ran out of the class to his friend, waving goodbye.

“Here,” I looked around the class and didn’t see the teacher, taking a post-it and a pen, writing my address and handing it to him. “I’m sure Jake will wait for you until you get there,” I laugh a bit, Yoongi smiling and nodding.

“Alright, I’ll see you two there,” I smiled and nodded, walking out and meeting Jake outside the class, holding his hand as we walked home. He gushed about his whole day, talking about how he and Yoongi colored, played pretend and how he even told him a few military secrets that he swore he wouldn’t tell anyone, not even me.

Once home, he ran inside and opened the fridge, taking out a juice box and his pear slices, running back outside and to the porch, sitting in the chair and waiting. I took care of him from my spot in the kitchen, racking my brain for a quick meal before deciding on a quick chicken recipe, quickly slicing the vegetables and adding the seasonings as the oven heated up, placing the chicken in and sighing, looking at the mess I needed to clean.

“Mommy! Major Yoongi is here! Come inside!” I wiped my hands, walking to the hall that led to the living room, Yoongi smiling down at Jake and following him in, smiling at me.

“Hello again,” I returned the smile, Jake leading him to the table.

“I help with putting the cups!” Jake pointed to the shelf above him, Yoongi reaching up and handing him a small plastic cup while he took two glass ones, setting them on the table.

“Mommy, can I go show Major my room?” Jake asked, running over to me and softly patting my arm

“Yeah, go ahead,” I nodded looking down and he grinned, grabbing Yoongi’s hand and taking him to his room, giving me the opportunity to clean my mess up.

“This is where I keep my toy soldiers! Mom just bought me this new one! And look, this is a picture of my dog, and my mom and dad!”

I stopped washing dishes, the pan slipping from my hands and crashing down, making me yelp in surprise.

“You okay?” I turned my head, not sure how the black haired man rushed over so quick, but there he stood next to me, his eyes looking at me with concern and worry.

“I’m fine, I just dropped the pan, I’m fine, really,” I picked the pan up again, rinsing it off, Yoongi still by my side.

“He’s playing with his toys… Is there something that startled you?” Yoongi asked.

I gulped and focused on the pan, the beeping of the oven making me flinch a bit and I turned to it, turning it off and took out the chicken carefully setting it on the stove top. I turned the other way, going to see Jake looking for something, seeing the picture of his parents on the floor.

“Food’s ready,” Jake looked at me and grinned, rushing out and to the kitchen.

“Major Yoongi, sit with me!” I heard Jake say, Yoongi agreeing and saying he would after helping me. I placed a few vegetables on Yoongi’s plate, adding slices of the chicken and doing the same to Jake’s.

“I don’t like carrots,” Jake mumbled, pushing them aside.

“Remember, they help improve eyesight,” I smiled, setting my plate down and thanking Yoongi for the cup of lemonade he set in front of me.

“But I don’t even wear glasses, mommy,” He grumbled.

“But,” I looked up at Yoongi who took a carrot on his fork and showed it to Jake. “Carrots help in the long run. When you grow up and you want to join the army, the carrots will help you have stronger eyesight,” Yoongi ate the carrot, smiling as he chewed it and my son grinned, stuffing his in his mouth and chewing them.

“One at a time,” I smile, reaching over and lower his hand as he had three more slices on the fork.

The three of us ate, Yoongi explaining his job and what he mostly did back at base. He told us about his family, his older brother and how he was to serve in the Korean army as well but because he’s serving here, they’ll give him the exception. Jake listened throughout the beginning, but I watched as his bites were smaller and he took longer to chew his food, his eyes droopy.

“Long day?” I asked. Jake looking at me and opening his eyes more, setting his fork down and rubbing his eyes as he nodded.

“Can I take a nap, mommy?” I excused myself, Yoongi nodded and I got up, Jake saying goodnight to Yoongi and we walked to his room.

“Go to bed and I’ll quickly clean, deal?” I asked, Jake nodding and climbed to his bed, crawling under the blankets as I quickly picked up his toys, grabbing the photo frame and setting it on his desk where he kept it. I walked over to Jake and pet his hair down, kissing his cheek and he smiled, falling asleep.

I walked back to the kitchen, Yoongi sitting patiently and smiled as I came back. He picked up his fork again, continuing to eat. “Your son is quite the child,” He laughed a bit, making me nod.

“Yes, and with quite the imagination,” Yoongi laughed and agreed, taking another bite of the chicken.

“Can I ask you something, if you don’t mind at least? Keep in mind that you don’t have to answer me.”

I looked at Yoongi, seeing him push around his potato before picking it up and eating it. “Of course, what is it?”

Yoongi took his time chewing and swallowing, looking at his plate before back at me. “The picture of the man, was that your husband or boyfriend?” He asked.

I stared at him, looking down and smiling a bit, shaking my head. “No, he wasn’t anything to me,” I picked at my chicken with my fork, staring at it. “He wasn’t even my friend, he was my twin sister’s boyfriend and current husband,”

Yoongi stayed quiet, looking at me before I looked at him and smiled a bit. “I’m sorry, this isn’t a conversation I’d like to have with someone I just met, I hope you understand.”

Yoongi blinked and nodded. “Of course I understand. You have no right to tell me about your personal life. Honestly I was just curious but if you don’t want to tell me, I won’t ask and I won’t pester you or Jake about it,”

I smile at Yoongi and nodded, the two of us finishing our food in a comfortable silence, Yoongi then clearing his throat and asking about my job and hobbies and other things. We eventually moved our plates aside, the two of us talking about our younger days and laughing with each other before Jake woke up and walked out of his room, joining us.

“Good morning buddy, have a good nap?” Yoongi asked. Jake grinning and nodded.

“Come on Major, let’s go play!” Jake eagerly rushed back into his room, and I smiled, picking up the plates.

“You go and enjoy yourself, I’ll clean up here,” I smiled, Yoongi nodding and heading to Jake.

I wrapped the rest of the chicken away, washing the dishes and cleaning the table before walking to Jake’s room and seeing Yoongi looking at the dinosaurs as Jake made the army men ride them into war.

“I think if we had dinosaurs, we would have the most advantage,” Yoongi looked up at me and showed me one. I laughed and nodded, Yoongi looking at his watch and sighing. “Sorry, Jake, looks like I have to go.” Jake looked up and pouted.

“Do you really?” He asked. Yoongi nodded and opened his arms, Jake crashing into him and hugging him tightly.

“I’ll keep in touch with your mom and when I can, we’ll talk on the phone, okay?” Jake nodded and wiped his tears away, pulling back. Yoongi stood up and took Jake’s hand, the two walking past me and I followed them to the front door.

Jake opened the front door and we walked to the patio, Jake letting go of Yoongi’s hand, standing next to me, hugging my hand.

“Thank you for inviting me. I haven’t had this much fun in a long time,” Yoongi smiled, looking at Jake then at me.

“You can come back, right?” Jake asked. Yoongi crouched down and smiled, nodding.

“I’ll try very hard to come back,” Jake smiled and nodded, looking up at me.

“Why don’t you go watch TV for a bit while I see Major Yoongi off,” Jake nodded and waved one last time, rushing in and turning on the TV in the living room.

“Thank you for coming over, Yoongi,” I smiled, Yoongi returned it, shaking his head.

“Thank you for having me, I’ll be sure to keep in touch,” Yoongi pulled out his cell-phone, unlocking it and handing it to me. “If you don’t mind putting in your number, I did promise someone I would call and talk with him,”

I smiled and nodded, putting my number and name in, saving it and handing it back. “I can’t promise you I’ll be back, you never really know when you’ll come back in one piece, but I promise that I’ll call whenever I can.”

I nodded and took a deep breath, knowing this was the life he chooses to do, risks and all. I saw him walk to me and gently lift his hands to my neck, holding the back of it and gently leaning forward, his lips landing on mine in a soft kiss.

My eyes closed and my hands moved to his sides, holding on tightly to the material of his jacket, pulling him closer to me. He took another step forward, his chest pressed to mine and he smiled against my lips, making me smile before he pulled back a little, looking down at me and gently pushing my hair behind my ear.

“Like I said, I can’t promise I’ll come back in one piece, so in case I don’t, I did what I wanted to do,” I looked up at him and smiled, nodding. Yoongi gave me one last kiss, walking back and walking down the porch steps, looking back and smiling, walking away. I walked back inside, closing the door and leaning on it.

“Mommy… is Major Yoongi ever going to come back?” I looked over at Jake and smiled.

“We can hope he comes back healthy and safe,” I answered, seeing him, looking down at him hands, playing with them.

“He doesn’t lie to us like mom and dad do… does he?” Jake looked up at me, his eyes watery. I walked over, pulling him on my lap and hugging him tightly. His soft sniffs and cries muffled into my shirt.

“He won’t lie, baby, not like them,” I whispered, clenching my eyes closed and holding my tears back.

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Word Count: 1069 ish

Warnings: language, angst

A/N: This is for Katie’s One Year Celebration  YEAH!!!   @winchesters-favorite-girl Let me know what you think, this isn’t where I thought I wanted to go with this but it’s where I ended up, I kinda like it.

Pairing: Winchester!Sister

Prompt: Maybe we can get each other through this

Sam’s POV

You hear someone yelling “What the literal fuck?!? I am an FBI agent and I can help I just need you to stay right there.”

The next thing you heard is a crash, screaming, and gunshots. You and your brother, Dean, took this as your private invitation to the party crashing into he the room. You see Dean go after the shifter. so you check on the victim.

“Are you okay?”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now, “ she spits out, “And who the fuck are you by the way.”

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13 July 2017

[The Mill of Misery with Robert and Aaron]

AARON: *Eats Toast* (FANDOM: Maybe there’s hope for him yet! - also, where is the actual toaster?! Just show us -)

ROBERT: Hey Aaron! I’m still totally ignoring our obvious serious relationship problems. Denial land is fun as fuck! Didn’t you know? Anyway, I couldn’t get a ticket there but I got these one way tickets to Dublin, because as Charity made clear, Sandra is great Plot Device and whenever we want to be off screen for a bit we can always go see her. Remember Mauritius? It was great.

AARON: But we’re not talking about a little off screen time Robert, we’re talking about leaving for good. You just got a shiny new blue coat. You don’t get new wardrobe when you’re leaving. This is not going to actually happen. Plus, we have this new set. Liv would be really sad if she never got to live here. Oh and I still have that scrapyard business that gave us an excuse for our secret affair in the first place. Remind me how this changes anything for our relationship.

ROBERT: I don’t want to change anything, I just want to go back to how things were. #Relatable #SpeakingForTheFandom No looking back.

AARON: No looking back? Not for anything? The mere fact that I’m saying this means that this is going to come up again today. You sure you don’t want to come clean now?

ROBERT: And ruin the angst that will happen later? Never. Let me just repeat the phrase again so it’s extra important. No looking back. *Walks into kitchen* *Extremely Conflicted Face*

[The Cricket Pavilion with Robert and Rebecca]

REBECCA: *Makes joke about Robert getting to second base with her*

ROBERT: I think it’s a little late for that. You remember what Plot we’re part of and how it started right?

REBECCA: Fair point.

ROBERT: So…I’m taking Aaron away to try and escape this Plot. It’s totally going to work.

REBECCA: That’s ridiculous. You and Aaron are really popular characters and they wouldn’t just let Aaron go. With all the tears he cries, he’s an awards magnet.

ROBERT: I know, but Aaron pretty much said yesterday that he can’t be a part of this Plot anymore. I’ll literally do anything to stay with him, which is totally healthy. So if we go, then my marriage will be fine, probably, maybe. But it’s definitely over if we stay. Look, take this envelope full of the most important things to me besides Aaron, and give it to my kid to remember me by.

REBECCA: Money and a picture of your dad? So you’re giving your son a photo representation of your own daddy issues so that he can know he’s not alone when he has his? Great parenting Rob!

ROBERT: Look, it’s all I can do. Oh, and be sure not to tell anyone we’re leaving. Now that I’ve said that, you probably will. - I have a bad feeling about this -

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Yellow Rose~Part 2 (1940s Bucky Barnes x Female Reader)

Catch up here: Prologue  Part 1


Words: 1733 (HOLY CRAP)

Pairing(s): 1940s Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Kissing, I think that’s it??

Requested By: Anon

Request: Hey, do you think you could write a Bucky x reader based on Ed Sheeran’s song Nancy Mulligan please ?

Summary:  (AU where Bucky never falls off the train and gets to live a happy life) Working as a nurse in WWII, you never expected to fall in love. But then a certain blue-eyed soldier walks into your life, and you can’t ignore the sparks between you. Eventually, the war ends, and you return home. Bucky courts you for a while, before proposing. But your father refuses to give you his blessing. Will you give in, and let your father control your life? Or will you take a leap of faith and run away with the love of your life, James Buchanan Barnes?

A/N: Well I suck. I’m so sorry I took so long to post this. I loved writing this Part. The reader has siblings in this chapter, whom I named. However, the reader’s mother and father don’t. So as always, (Y/F/N) stands for “Your Father’s Name” and (Y/M/N) means “Your mother’s name”. 1940s Bucky is such a charmer! I love him so much! Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

The war was over.

You returned home to Brooklyn, and to say you were overjoyed when Bucky told you he lived there too was an understatement.

And he was true to his word, tonight he was going to take you out on your first date.

You had told your family about him. Your mother was truly happy, knowing that you had found someone. However, your father was extremely protective of you. He didn’t want to let his little girl go, but he still agreed to meet Bucky since he meant so much to you.

You were currently in your bedroom, which you shared with your younger sister. You had just finished doing your hair and makeup, and you were already dressed.

You look at yourself in your full-length mirror. Your hands smooth out the skirt of your short (Y/F/C) dress,  turning as you examine it. It’s a halter top dress with a skirt that flares out when you spin.

Your younger sister, Betty, is in your room with you.

“You look beautiful.” She says.

You turn to her and smile. “Thanks sis.”

“You’re welcome.” She says smiling back at you.

You sigh. “I only hope Bucky feels the same.”

She laughs. “You really like him don’t you?”

You sigh happily. “Yeah, I really do.”

She smiles.

There’s a knock on the door, and you look up as your older brother, William, enters.

“Hey sis.”

You smile. “Hey.”

He sighs. “I just wanted to say that if this Bucky guy breaks your heart, then I’ll take it upon myself to break him.”

You laugh, and walk over to him, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks for looking out for me, but I think I’ll be okay.”

“Anytime sis.”

The doorbell rings suddenly, and your stomach flips.

“Ready?” Will asks you.

You nod and interlink your arm with his.

“God, what if dad eats him alive?” You ask the three of you leave the room.

He smirks. “Well, if I approve of the guy, then I’ll make sure dad doesn’t kill him.”

You smile. “Thanks Will.”

You get downstairs and see your mother standing by the staircase, facing the front door. Your father looks at you and your siblings before opening the door.

Bucky is standing there in all his glory, wearing a suit, while his brown locks are slicked back.

“(Y/F/N) (Y/L/N).” Your dad says holding out his hand, introducing himself.

“James Buchanan Barnes. It is an honor to meet you, Sir.” Bucky says, shaking your father’s hand.

“Please, come in.” Your father says.

Bucky smiles and enters the house.

You take a deep breath.

“This is my wife, (Y/M/N).” Your father introduces your mother.

Bucky smiles politely and shakes her hand.

“Pleasure to meet you, ma'am.”

Your mother smiles, and you know she already approves.

“The pleasure is all mine, James. I’m so happy (Y/N) has found someone.”

He smiles at that, and you catch your father scowl slightly.

“My youngest daughter Betty, and finally my eldest, William.” He continues.

Bucky smiles at your sister, and shakes her hand, before turning to your brother and shaking his.

He then turns his attention to you, and you swear you see something in his eyes. Something like love, or admiration. But maybe you just imagined it. He takes your hand, and lifts it to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of it.

“Doll.” He says, his blue eyes shining.

“Buck.” You reply, a huge dorky grin on your face. You can’t help it. You’re head over heels for this man.

Your father stiffens at the interaction, but you catch William shoot him a look that tells him to chill out.

“Let’s go into the living room, shall we?” Your father suggests.

After Bucky talked with your parents, well, more like survived being interrogated by your father, you and Bucky were free.

“Are you ready to go?” Bucky asks.

You nod.

He holds out his arm, and you link yours with it.

“Have her home by nine!” Your father says, glaring daggers at Bucky.

Bucky nods and shakes his hand one last time. “Of course sir.”

The two of you exit the house, walk down the porch steps, out the gate, and onto the sidewalk. You can feel your father watching you from the window, but you relax as soon as you’re out of his sight.

Bucky stops suddenly and pulls you to him.

“Bucky what are you-”

He cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours. You moan softly and run your fingers through his hair, his hands are on your waist, pulling you closer.

When you pull away, you both have huge smiles on your faces.

“You messed up my hair, doll.” He teases.

You smirk, smoothing it back down as much as you could. “Yeah, whatever.

He cups your cheek, his expression growing serious yet sincere. “I missed you (Y/N).”

“I missed you too James.”

He takes your hand in his, and the two of you continue walking down the street.

“So what’s the plan for tonight Mr. Barnes?” You ask.

He chuckles. “Well Miss (Y/L/N), I was thinking that we could go out to dinner, and then maybe I can take ya out dancin’.”

You smile, realizing that he was doing exactly as he had said that day at the base.

“Sounds great.”

You arrive at the restaurant. It’s a little Italian place. He has already made reservations, so all he had to do was give the host his name. The two of you are led to a table in the corner of the restaurant, right next to a window. Bucky your chair out for you, and you take a seat, mumbling a quick thank you.

He sits, and you both look through the menu. After a few minutes, the waitress comes over.

“Hello! My name is Mary and I’ll be your waitress for tonight. Can I get you started with something to drink?” She shoots you a friendly smile.

“Yes, could we get your best bottle of Red Wine.” Bucky says before you can open your mouth.

Your jaw drops slightly. You had only had wine a couple of times before, and that was only on special occasions.

Mary notices your expression. “Of course, and shall I bring you some water on the side?”

“Yes!” You answer before Bucky has the chance. “Please.” You shoot her a grateful look.

She smiles and walks away.

The sound of Bucky quietly laughing makes your attention snap to him.

“What?” You ask defensively.

“Not much of a drinker?”

You shake your head. “I’ve only been allowed to drink on a few special occasions.”

He smirks. “Well, this is a special occasion..”

You laugh.

You order your dinner, and the two of you talk for what seems like hours while you eat. He tells you all about his friendship with Steve. You laugh at his stories.  You tell him about your life, your strict father, your loving mother, and the close relationship you shared with your siblings, as much as you picked on each other.

After dinner, he takes you to a hole-in-the-wall dance hall.

There was a band playing, and people everywhere. Couples mostly, like you and Bucky. There was the sound of laughing, and glasses clinking since alcohol was being served.

It was hard to get through the crowd, but Bucky’s hand was planted securely on your waist as he led you through the crowd.

“C'mon let’s dance!” He shouts over the music, moving his hand to grab your wrist.

“Bucky wait! I can’t dance!” You shout back, trying to keep your balance as he pulls you towards the dance floor.

“You’ll be fine! I promise I won’t let you fall.”

You smile. “Okay fine!”

And he was right.

Dancing with Bucky made you feel like you were floating on air.

You were twirling and swaying with the music. He’d lift you up and spin you around, or swing you between his legs, and it all felt effortless. You had expected to trip or step on him. But you didn’t.

When the song finished, you were breathing hard. His arms steadied you.

“You okay?” He asks.

You beam at him. “That was amazing.”

He chuckles, and pulls you into a hug, kissing the top of your head. “You’re amazing.

You blush.

You danced to a few more songs before the two of you decide to head home.

You were walking home, his arm around your waist to help you stay standing since your pumps were killing your feet.

"I had fun tonight.” You say.

He smiles. “Me too. And I’d love it if I could take you out again soon.”

You smile back at him. “I’d like that.”

You can feel him watching you.

You blush. “What? Do I have something on my face?”

He laughs, and stops walking, while gently turning you to face him.

His eyes scan your face and then look deep into your own eyes.

“You are so beautiful.” His voice is barely a whisper.

You’re a blushing mess by now.

He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“James, you’re making me blush.”

He smirks, and his hand comes to rest on the small of your back. He pulls you so that your body is flush against his.

“Is this okay?” He whispers.

You nod, too afraid that your voice will betray you if you try to speak.

His hand comes to the back of your neck, and he pulls you into him, crashing his lips onto yours as you share one last kiss for the night.

You pull away, smiling. You look down at your shoes trying to hide your blush.

“You need to get me home… Before my father has a heart attack.”

He chuckles.

You finally get to your house, and he walks you to the door.

“I’ll write to you. Hopefully, I can take you out again soon.”

You nod, smiling.

Suddenly, the door opens, and Bucky instantly lets go of your hand.

Your father is standing there.

“Sir, thank you for allowing me to take your daughter out tonight. She is an amazing woman, and I enjoyed her company very much.”

Your father only nods.

Bucky sighs softly and looks at you. “Good Night (Y/N).”

“Goodnight Bucky.” You say, before going inside.

A/N: Thanks for reading! I really hope you enjoyed this Chapter. I know I had said that I would try to update weekly, but I have a pretty busy life. So I’m not gonna promise anything, but I will try to get the next parts out ASAP! As always feedback is appreciated. Have a wonderful day my lovelies!


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Before our fall.

Summery: So I’ve been kicking around the idea of Pidge/Katie and Shiro knowing each other before Kerberos. Maybe more than knowing each other.

Set about two years after Shiro’s return to Earth we find our paladins fighting the Galra forces, making new allies, gaining new memories (recovering old ones), and finding family, even in the strangest of places.

Pairings: Shiro/Pidge, Lance/Keith (minor), Keith/Pidge (Brotp), will add more as the occur.

word count: 1,018.

Part Two


Part One

Shiro knows something is amiss when he hears hushed voices coming from the training deck as he walks by one evening. With his curiosity piqued he decided that a quick look in wouldn’t hurt, would it?

He didn’t know what it was that he expected to see when he stuck his head in. Maybe Lance getting frustrated at moving targets (again), or Allura and Coran working on the Gladiator system. Not Keith pinning Pidge to the floor while they both laughed. Shiro felt an odd pain at his temple that spread to the base of his neck seeing the two in such a situation. An acidic feeling filled his stomach.

Keith slowly (too slowly), released Pidge from the pin and stood, offering out a hand to help her up, which she took.

“It’s really good to be doing this again, Squirt.” Keith chuckled as he pulled Pidge up too fast making her stumble to catch her balance.

“That was unfair and you know it. I call a rematch! best two out of three, I’ll get you next time ‘mein freund’.” The young woman laughed in return, punching the red paladin on the shoulder squaring up for their next bout.

A lot had changed in their time out in the deep reaches of space, Shiro mused. Sure all of the paladins got older (he himself was now around 21), but he was thinking more about his friends themselves. Hunk had built up a tougher stomach (thankfully), he had become more courageous, being the first in to the fray of a fight on many occasions, and a solid support system on the ship. He was a lot like glue keeping them from falling apart. Keith had cooled his head and opened up to the rest of the team more. He was no longer so quick to draw blood and instead tried to think of a strategy that would cause the least loss. Shiro was proud of his brother more then the other knew. Lance had become the best shot on the ship with Hunk and Pidge coming in close seconds. Having matured more in the past year due to the fighting and age in general he no longer tried to make advances on and alien he met. Instead he was now working alongside Allura when negotiating with allied planets as her representative. He was doing a surprisingly good job.

Pidge had by far surprised him the most though. She had slowly started to grow in to her own skin, if you will. She had started to grow her hair out long again now letting it fall past her shoulders when it was down, not a sight seen too often. She had started telling stories about her mom and her cookies, about her dad and bother, how they would all work on projects together, and about her childhood pet dog Rover. She had shaped up to be a great close range fighter when in a tight spot and had gotten even faster at cracking the Galra fire walls. But still after the two years that they had been out here fighting and searching, they still couldn’t quite get a hold of Matthew or Samuel Holt. They had plenty of eye witnesses, photos, videos, even transfer logs, but the Galra were always a step ahead of them in moving the two men just out of reach.

Shiro sighed as he watched the two. He was about to announce his presence when he saw Keith’s arm raise ready to strike and start round two of their sparring match. Pidge reacted quickly, catching the man’s arm and quickly twisting in a way that her back was against his body. In one fluid motion she pulled on the red paladins arm and bent over, effectively flipping him over her shoulder. Keith let out an ‘oof’ as he hit the floor, the wind knocked out of him. The shorter fighter moved as fast as she could to place knee on his chest, and a hand by his throat.

“My win, ‘kleine maus’,” A grin crossed her face. Victory was hers.

“Fine, Fine, ‘Hato’, just let me up. I can’t breath.” Keith attempted to laugh but it came out more strained.

‘Maybe,’ Shiro thought, ‘this wasn’t such a good idea…’ He slowly started to head away when Keith’s voice stopped him.

“Talk to me, Katie, you can’t keep doing this thing where you work yourself to death.” Shiro stopped and leaned his back against the wall just beside the door.

“I now I make a good punching bag to let out frustrations,” Keith continued, ”and that Hunk is better at all the emotional junk… but let me try. I’m probably the only one on this ship that even vaguely understands what you’ve been through.”  Shiro didn’t need to see Keith to know that was giving her the look that meant you couldn’t refuse.

“It’s just hard Keith.” Pidge’s voice cracked and a sniffle worked it’s way through the silence. “They’re so close yet so damn far away from me. It’s like every time I think that we’ve finally got them they slip through my fingers like grains of sand.”

“Well we’ve got Shiro, right?” Keith tried to comfort, his voice low and almost hard to hear.

“That’s for you to say, he actually remembered you. He remembers almost everything about you.” Her voice all but gave out at the end.

“Oh Katerina,” Shiro’s breath hitched at Keith using Katie’s full name, ”just give him a little more time.”

“I have Keith, I’ve given him two years worth of time and look at where that’s gotten us! Nowhere! He only remembers me as Matt’s little sister and that’s all I’ll be.” Shiro could hear the sob rip through her. He felt his heart tighten and a heat behind his eyes.

“ I just wish it wasn’t so hard, you know?” Katie chocked out between tears. ‘Katie has never been a good crier’, Shiro thought.

Shiro paused, how had he known that? Or rather, remember it. Not for the first time Shiro wondered what else he might have forgotten.

AN: Ok guys. This is my first time writing something and actually doing something with it so here goes. So I headcanon Katie as German or learned German from family. Her and Keith have such a good friendship and bond it kills the man. Come talk to me and I might be able to answer and questions if you have them?

 Translations=mein freund - my friend, kleine maus - little mouse, Hato- pigeon.

Supermarket Flowers - Mark Sloan

Request (sorta): Hi!! I love your writing so much! Recently I’ve become (very) interested in Mark Sloan but there aren’t many fanfics written as ‘x readers’ about him. I loved Dirty Laundry, could you please write another Sloan x reader? ❤️❤️❤️

A/N: Got this idea from one of the Derek Shepherd imagines that @greys-videos wrote. I am not plagerizing in any sense. Based on the song “Supermarket Flowers” by Ed Sheeran. Set in season 3 when Sloan first becomes a surgeon at SGH. Made myself cry a little oops

I took the supermarket flowers from the windowsill

I threw the day old tea from the cup

Packed up the photo album Matthew had made

Memories of a life that’s been loved

You entered your mom’s room. Or should you say the room that your mother was in. You were finally here, this time, as a family member and not a doctor. You looked around at the things that cluttered the small space. Flowers that you and your step-dad brought her were beginning to wilt. Without disturbing anything, you managed to grab the vase of flowers. You poured the water in the sink and a few tears went with it. Placing the glass back on the table, you scanned the room for anything else that could be done. You were trying to keep yourself busy at this point. And, so far, it was working. Only a few tears fell from your eyes since you walked in the room.

 You dumped the chamomile tea down the drain as well. It was almost like a part of your mom was going with it. A few of her things still remained. Turning around, you picked up a photo album. You’d seen it before. That’s when you realized that it was your photo album. One that you and your brother had made years ago. Flipping through the pages, you couldn’t help but begin to cry. As you continued, the harder the tears fell and the more of them there were. You were full on sobbing when someone knocked gently on the door. 

Took the get well soon cards and stuffed animals

Poured the old ginger beer down the sink

Dad always told me “don’t you cry when you’re down”

But mum, there’s a tear every time that I blink

Oh I’m in pieces it’s tearing me up but I know

A heart that’s broke is a heart that’s been loved 

You opened the door with tears streaming down your face. There stood the relatively new plastics surgeon, Mark Sloan. You quickly wiped at your blotchy eyes with the sleeves of your thin jacket. 

“I’m so sorry.” You tried retaining your professional tone. “Do you guys need the room?” You asked, voice wavering a bit. Mark shook his head, hesitantly putting his hand on your shoulder. 

“Can I…?” He pointed inside the room and you walked in. He followed as you walked to the bedside table where a line of cards were stacked. You couldn’t help but shake your head as you thought about the fact that your mother would never be well. Never again. You threw the cards in the trash, ignoring Mark’s presence. You stumbled upon a bottle of beer, sitting lonesome. You laughed as you thought of your grandpa and how he tried to get your mom to take just one more sip of her favorite beer before she passed. Everyone knew it would happen. 

“She never drank it.” You explained to the other surgeon in the room. He nodded thoughtfully. Like he actually cared. “She was always worried about her heart.” You laughed again, tears streaming down your face. You remembered the words of your father. 

“Dont cry when you’re upset, Y/N. Embrace it.” He’d say. But you weren’t sure that that was the best advice. Mark didn’t seem to know what to say. You kept your distance and, each time you closed your eyes, more tears seemed to make their way out of your eyes.

“She sounds like a nice woman.” Mark finally spoke. You nodded, covering your face with your hand in an attempt to stop the sobs from escaping your lips. 

“Hell yeah she was.” You sighed. “A-And that’s why it hurts so much.” You started crying again. “She loved everyone. Even if you were an ass, she loved you." You were broken. You slowly slid down the wall, finally feeling the full effect. It was hitting you hard. Two arms wrapped around you and you melted into them. Even though you barely knew this handsome stranger, you felt safe near him. 

So I’ll sing hallelujah

You were an angel in the shape of my mum

When I fell down you’d be there holding me up

Spread your wings as you go

And when God takes you bad he’ll say hallelujah

You’re home

Do you believe in the angels and demons? And God?“ Mark spoke suddenly. You looked up and nodded meekly. 

"M-My mother was a true angel.” You smiled, remembering the good times that your family had. Mark let go of you and you thought that you may have offended him. So you stood up. 

“God’s ready to take her back. Back where she belongs.” He didn’t know your mother but he knew what to say to someone going through a loss. 

“Hallelujah.” You whispered. Mark did a double-take before hearing you speak again. “She’s gonna be where she belongs.” You gave a true smile and Mark was happy to see it. 

I fluffed the pillows, made the beds, stacked the chairs up

Folded your nightgown neatly in a case

John said he’d drive, then put his hand on my cheek

And wiped a tear from the side of my face

I hope that I see the world as you did 'cause I know

A life with love is a life that’s been lived

You had to go back to her house. As much as you dreaded going, you knew you wouldn’t be alone. Mark offered to go with you and your step dad was driving. You grasped the hem of your jacket tightly, fearing that if you let go you might break down. John, your step dad, gave Mark a confused look when he got into the back seat. 

“He’s a friend.” You claimed, weakly. John nodded and wiped a single tear from your cheek. “I miss her.” You whimpered. John rested his hand on your face, nodding in agreement.

“I do too.” Then you were off. It took near half an hour to get there and no one said a word on the way. The voice of Michael Jackson claimed a spot in your brain for that time, making you calm down. You arrived and noticed the eerie vacancy of the house you once called home. The house your mother once called home. The very thought made tears prick at your eyes. John led you inside, leaving you and Mark in charge of the bedroom. You grabbed one of her pillows off the bed, Mark doing the same. It smelled like her. You took in a shaky breath, pulling the blankets over top of the newly fluffed pillows. Next, you grabbed the nightgowns. These were the ones that she specifically made for herself. One of them you made a long time ago. You remembered her facial expression the moment you gave it to her on Mother’s Day. 

“This was her favorite.” You pulled it out, showing it to Mark briefly before explaining the story behind it. You quickly shoved it into the plastic suitcase before you had the chance to be emotional. 

“You’re allowed to cry.” Mark assured you and you broke down again. You sobbed your mother’s name over and over. You knew it was a little over the top. But you couldn’t stop. You closed your eyes, envisioning her standing in front of you. You yearned for her to touch your face and tell you that everything was okay. But no. She wasn’t here.

“I hope I’m her one day.” You whispered, tears streaming down your face at an even steadier pace. Mark hugged you tightly. He knew that you needed love and, even though he really didn’t know he, he wanted to make you feel that way. He was your lighthouse now. He’d filled a void that the death of your mother created. And she was home now. Where she belonged. You might never actually get over it but it sure helped to have support in the long run.