bastards in blue


Police confiscated vinegar used to neutralize pepper spray and claimed it was a chemical used against them, they faked an injury (that is obviously paint, and the officer would have been in riot gear, not a uniform)
Released personal info on the people arrested, arrested journalists and legal observers, and broke a restaurant window and blamed protesters…

Okay so we were all chatting about this in the 99th and I gotta share so -

What if, when Ego told Quill he’d become mortal if he killed him, he was talking out of his ass? 

He knew the bomb was set, after all. At that point he would’ve said anything, bargained anything, to make Peter change his mind. 

And so, i propose this delightful heartbreaking scenario: in Infinity War, Peter is struck by a fatal blow. Blam, straight through the chest, instadeath. Only… he survives. He sits up again, and sees the Light glow inside him. And that’s when he realizes - that Yondu’s sacrifice was in vain.

He’s still immortal. Space wouldn’t have killed him. Yondu could’ve kept the last breathing apparatus and they both could’ve survived, together. 

Peter lays there, in a pool of blood that’s nowhere near as large as it should be, feeling his chest knit together and furious at the entire universe.

Yondu’d been so fucking proud. That’s what hurts most. He thought he was doing the right thing, even though he was obviously terrified, even though he knew there was nothing waiting for him in the afterlife. The enormity of what he sacrificed has been negated, because Peter was never in danger in the first place. 

Peter doesn’t talk, that first night. 

Drax asks, and Mantis tries to touch his hand, and Kraglin and Gamora and Rocket all take turns sitting besides him and sharing in the silence. But none of them can replace the presence that should be besides him: the tough blue bastard he called cap’n, a-hole, anything but dad (or at least, he’d only called him that when Yondu could no longer hear him).  

That sacrifice meant so much to Yondu. But to the rest of the universe, it was pointless. It takes Peter years to realize that it’s precisely because it meant so much to Yondu, that it wasn’t pointless after all.

Painful Beauty (Mark x FemReader) FLUFF

Originally posted by nacija

(( gif not mine - ah I love Ethan omg ))

(A/n): lmao so I just decided that this was pretty cute. I was reading through the prompt’s that I reblogged and I got inspired by number 23. I hate you

Summary: Mark, Ethan and Tyler do a video with you where they do your makeup with things they find in the kitchen.

Warnings: If I said there wasn’t any swearing and fluff, I’d be lying.


“Hello everybody! My name is Markiplier, and this is the kitchen face challenge!”

The introduction was cheery as per-usual. From the camera’s view, Ethan and Tyler stood on the right of (Y/n); with Mark speaking on the left.

The four were stationed in Mark’s studio, right in front of a large flat screen T.V that showcased a tranquil forest setting.

“Yayy….” (Y/n) uttered manageably, her enthusiasm forced and dry.

Ethen shared (Y/n)’s look of discomfort from beside her, shifting uncomfortably on his heels and giving the camera a cringy smile.

Ouchh,” Mark laughed along with Tyler before Tyler began to explain.

“So basically,” he took a glance at both you and Ethan “Mark is going to do (Y/n)’s full face and I’m going to do Ethan’s and at the end, who’s ever looks the best?” he drawed out and looked to Mark “Wins??”

“Exactly it Tyler.” Mark confirmed. “SO LET’S DO THIS. CAN WE GET 506,000,000 LIKES FOR HOT SAUCE EYESHADOW?!”

The camera zoomed in on Tyler’s face in silence.

They all laughed and broke apart.

“I’ll go get the tarps, yeah?” Tyler asked

“Yes, thanks Ty. (Y/n), you and Ethen go get your chairs that you will be sitting on,” asked Mark “and I will go get the tools~!” he finished in a manic, silly voice.

“Mark,” (Y/n) sighed and she turned to walk with Ethan “I hope you make me look fucking beautiful!”

❆  ❆  ❆

“Okay so I know you are my boyfriend and I should trust you,” (Y/n) began, leaning back in her chair “but I don’t.” she finished.

“NooOOooOoooOoooo…!” Mark whined “I trust me, so you should too.”

Tyler laughed and grabbed his phone.

“Alright, we each have exactly three minutes.” he said

“Ohh god.” groaned Ethen “(Y/n), let’s survive together, okay?” he held out a hand to said girl.

“Alright. You are my anchor.” she replied, dramatically grabbing his hand.

“CRANK(Y/N) CONFIRMED!” Mark and Tyler both shouted at the same time, causing you all to laugh once again.

“I guess I shouldn’t be saying that, because we are dating,” Mark chuckled “so, Ethen! Stay away from my woman, ya’ little blue bastard!”

Everyone laughed more.

“Okay, one… twothreego!” Tyler said quickly, hastily shoving his phone to the side.

“Oh, oh, okay!” Mark sputtered and looked at all the kitchen condiments below him, on the tarp.

“Way ahead of you.” Tyler stated, shoving some flour onto Ethen’s cheeks. “Beauty!” he said in some accent.

“LORDY, I cAN’T SEE!” Ethen wailed, beginning to paw at his eyes.

“DETAILS, DETAILS!” Tyler laughed loudly.

(Y/n) turned slowly to Mark and mouthed ‘please no’, the camera zoomed in on her face.

“Classic red lips is what I’m up for!” Mark said back, a goof smile on his face.

He took some Red Hot and dabbed a bit on his finger tip, being gentle when spreading it upon the girl’s lips. Tipping some also on her cheeks for extra measure.

“It burns.” she hissed, squinting her eyes.

“Beauty is pain, beauty is pain…” Mark repeated, continuing to scour the tarp. The brunette suddenly turned and winked in the direction of the lens. “That’s why it pains me to look at (Y/n) sometimes, because she is so damn pretty.”

“Awe~” she drawled. The Red Hot covered her actual blush.

“Well it pains me to look at you too Mark,” Ethan snickered “because you are so damn ugly.” and then he groaned again “That and this fucking flour makes it hurt when I open my eyes…”

Everyone laughed along with him.

“How much time we got?” Mark questioned.

“Thirty seconds.” Tyler replied. He was finishing up added a coco-powder beard to Ethen.

“Ah, balls!” Mark cried and at last minute snatched the vegemite. “Can someone say eyeshadow? Because I sure can.” he chuckled.

“I fucking can’t.” (Y/n) laughed as Mark applied the heavy spread to her eye lids.

“Time!” Tyler called.

Mark and (Y/n) both couldn’t stop laughing.

“I hate you.” (Y/n) sighed and didn’t even bother to open her eyes.

“Ya’ love me.” Mark said back, laughed his funny laugh, and leaned down to the girl’s face to give her a kiss.

(Y/n) could feel Mark in front of her and knew what he was looking for, so she gave it to him.

A sweet, Red Hot kiss.

“Oh my god, I hate you!” Mark cries dramatically, laughing quaintly “It. BURNS.”

“Beauty is pain.” the rest of them said in unison, bellowing with laughter.


(A/n): Ah this one is cute though. I really do like this one, even though it’s pretty short?? Oh well. It’s great.

How Yukio and Rin probably got their last name:
  • Shiro: Shit, I just realized that these kids don't have a last name.
  • Mephisto: Why don't you just use yours?
  • Shiro: You kidding? The Vatican does background checks, which also rules out Egin.
  • Mephisto: Hmmmm, how about you give them a last name that's a play-on-words for demon, like, y'know how Akuma is the word for demon? How about something like Okumura?
  • Shiro:
  • Mephisto:
  • Shiro:
  • Mephisto:
Wellness (Ethan x Sick!FemReader) fluff drabble

Originally posted by barfiplier

(( gif not mine ))

(A/n): Well HEy I said I would do this and I will COMMIT

Request:  I hate to ask.. And I am sure you are done with Ethan and crammed to the MAX with requests, but I have been stuck with the flu for a week and I am so done.. Would you mind writing an Ethan taking care of a sick reader? Thank you so so much..

Warnings: Swearing fluffy bullshit


Often when you were sick, you would keep sane by counting things. Like counting how many times you would cough in an hour. Or how many times you would sneeze in one go. Or even just how many times Ethan can ask if you are alright before he ultimately snaps.

“I swear to god, you might have The Plague…” Ethan drawled.

Before you could speak, a cough ran out of your lips. Dry and loud.

“I’m sure that if I had The Plague, I would not have survived a week as I have already.” you said, your voice bullied by a hoarse undertone.

“Not just that, but I’m not even sick.” you insisted.

Ethan look squarely at you, offering a concerned laugh.

“I see that in more ways than one, that’s bullshit.” Ethan stated.

You boyfriend kindly made a quick pace when coming closer to you. Though, you did take at least three steps back, warning him not to approach your form.

“Why is that?” he challenged.

“I’m-” you opened your mouth, but your words fell short. You were just about to admit to being sick, you had realized.

Looking down with small shame, you face flushed a deep coral for two reasons.

Ethan laughed at his own triumph. Being able to come closer, the youtuber cascaded his fingers across your forehead gently.

You peered back up at him. You caught his expression of worry at first sight, followed by a shy smile.

“(Y/n),” Ethan began “won’t you go lay on the couch for a bit? I’ll make you some tea and the rest of the sick cliche stuff.”

He grinned at your face lovingly, his kid like smile easing your aching body.

“What’s,” you coughed momentarily “what’s in it for me?”

The blue haired boy was stunned for a quick second but then laughed heartily.

“Wellness, that’s what.”

You allowed yourself to laugh just as well, swatting at his arm. He gave a fake yelp and scampered away to the kitchen. In turn, you found yourself falling atop the plush couch.

I guess you didn’t know it before, but you seemed to be really tired. It was because of the week long sickness you have be sparring with. The exhaustion really took time to seep in.

After some minutes, the blue youtuber returned with you tea, and a dark bottle of Buckley’s.

“Oooh, no.” you hissed drearily “Oh no no no.”

Ethan approached the couch and kneeled before you, setting down the steamy mug with caution.

“Oh yes yes yes.” he shot back. Ethan dipped into the bottle a teaspoon, surfacing it again with a small amount of umber liquid on it.

“Mark said that we didn’t have any other cough medicine; this is all I found.” he lulled.

You leant back into the cushions tiredly as Ethan brought the spoon closer to your lips. Quickly charming your face with a sweet expression, you peered into his eyes.

“If you love me, you wouldn’t try and poison me, you blue bastard.” you spoke in a sugary tone.

Ethan twisted his features in calm frustration, stringing up a hand to paw at your face. He grabbed your neck, directly under where your jaw ends and close to under your earlobe with his thumb and pointer finger. He squeezed.

A fierce pain rippled throughout your neck. You loosen your jaw in shock, distinguishably letting your lips part. Ethan took this chance to shove a spoon full of disgust in you mouth.

You had automatically locked your jaw afterwards and swallowed the liquid; feeling the blue haired boy’s hand leave your neck.

“What, nghh, the fuck was that?” you strained, glaring at him replace the cap on the bottle.

“Pressure points.” Ethan stated blandly “What else was I supposed to do when you were acting like a child?”

“You do that to children?”

“Well no, I-”

Your accusation sent you into a coughing fit, tained with laughter.

“You shouldn’t be touching children’s necks.” you spoke afterwards.

Ethan could only laugh at your tired state “I really hope this medicine doesn’t have alcohol in it.” he mumbled.

“What was that?” you coughed out, falling back into a laying position.

The youtuber replied to you by folding a blanket over top of your torso.

“Sleep it out, sweetheart.” he giggled, kissing your forehead.

“Roger, nurse.”

You allowed your eyelids slip closed and your breathing to even.

“Grabbing children’s necks?” came Kathryn’s voice. She stood at the middle of the stairs.

Ethan shook in surprise, before speaking nervously.

“For wellness.”


(A/n): I had something to say here. I forgot now. Rude.

This is absolute shit, I KNOW but IT’S FINE. DON’t wOrrY ABOUT iT

anonymous asked:

I don't know how to explain this, but do you know any fics where one or both of them experience heartbreak or betrayal, preferably because of something the other did? Happy ending of course! Thank you for all that you do <3

Ooo this is an interesting request! Hope you like these :)


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No Greater Victory (@dictacontrion)

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Sæglópur (femmequixotic)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 34,252, Summary: After a difficult breakup, Draco finds himself dragged to the land of magic, law, and natural wonders where, of course, nothing goes as planned.

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One Harry Potter, Please (If Possible, Seduced And Ready) (faithwood)

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4 ½ Weddings and a Funeral (hazel_wand)

Rating: PG-13, WC: 12k, Summary: Harry’s quite engaging; Draco’s otherwise engaged.

Suffer The Children (oldenuf2nb)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 32.3k, Summary: Draco Malfoy has learned via painful experience that the least complicated way to go about things is to not allow himself to care – about anyone. After all, he’d tried that once without success. But now he finds himself thrust into a situation where maintaining the armour around his heart simply isn’t an option.

Let’s Dance To Joy Division (@femmequixotic​)

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My Own Worst Enemy (dysonrules)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 22.3k, Summary: After a night of heavy drinking, Draco wakes up fully-clothed to find that his flat is a wreck and several things are missing. Things only get worse from there.

He Was He And I Was Bunny (bryoneybrynn)

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Rating: NC-17, WC: 9.6k, Summary: Draco Malfoy is a brilliant freelance cursebreaker and the only one who can help the Department of Magical Law Enforcement with a very dangerous case, but more importantly, he’s wearing six-inch heels, and Harry cannot handle it, he really just can’t.