because i thought it was funny as hell

everqueen12  asked:

hmmm what about if during the final Hunger attack the IPRE members had to fight black opal versions of themselves from the worlds where they lost? (and i hope it's okay if i keep randomly sending headcanons and shit to you because i have Quite a Few)

oh hell yes

so…here are my thoughts on this, and bear with me, it took a little while to collect them all. because on one hand we could for sure have a, like, taako-v-taako and magnus-v-magnus and merle-v-merle, but that would just be standoffish? and probably not get anywhere. 

but here’s the crucial difference - the hunger is indifference, manifest. shadow!taako wouldn’t lift a finger to help shadow!magnus, whereas the real versions of our beloved characters totally would.

i think it would be…awkward? and funny, in retrospect (”hey merle remember that time you tried to get revenge for your arm by warhammering my shoulder” “that wasn’t me!”) but i think eventually, our boys would win. also, there would be some super sweet parallels between our boys being able to actually ask for help and deriving strength from that willingness

(and yes, please send me headcanons. as like a general thing, to everyone. i love them and i love talking about our boys. any time. askbox is always open)

Jikook Stans #6
  • Taehyung: As your best friend, i have to tell you something.
  • Jimin [whisper]: Yeah?
  • Taehyung [whisper]: Do you know that Jungkook has been stalking you for the last two weeks?
  • Jimin : Oh yes, i noticed him.
  • Taehyung: He stalking you because he want to find out who is Stan.
  • Jimin: I thought so.
  • Taehyung: Why the hell are we whispering?
  • Jimin: Because Jungkook is sitting in my wardrobe and can probably hear us.
  • Taehyung: He's sitting in your wardrobe?
  • Jimin: Yeah, because he isn't under my bed. And last thursday he was sitting in my wardrobe too. I've done as though i had not seen him.
  • Taehyung: And you say you can't act.
  • Jimin: Maybe a little bit.
  • Taehyung: Why do we do this to him?
  • Jimin: Can you remember how often he mistreated us?
  • Taehyung: You have fun.
  • Jungkook [or a really big cockroach]: Why do they whisper?
  • Taehyung: Okay...it is funny.

I’m Not Worth It

Characters: Dean x Reader 

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Angst, fluff, Language

A/N: This is set in the episode Faith from season 1. I just recently watched it again and felt the need to write this. I’m always wanting to comfort Dean when he feels like he isn’t worth a damn I want him to know he is. So I wrote this. I also worked it in for @ravengirl94‘s 1.5k writing challange. You will find the line “Why don’t you come over here and make me, in the fic. Hope you like it girl. And congrats on your milestone. :D The gif was submitted by the lovely @winchester-writes. She knows how to send the ones that will eventually inspire a story. :) 

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anonymous asked:

Bucky, if you don't mind my asking, what in the world was Tony arguing with Backup about?

whether or not it was a good idea to put a rocket booster on sam’s jetpack. tony said yes, backup said no.

(technically, backup said nothing, on account of he’s a dog and can’t talk, but that didnt stop tony from assuming that silence meant ‘cap’ was disagreeing with him.) 

for the record, sam and i were both in favor. sam thought it’d be fun, and i thought it’d be funny to watch sam burn the back of his pants off, which is 1000% what would have happened. but neither of us joined the argument, because watching tony argue with a dog was just too entertaining. 

tony claims that backup has very expressive eyes. it’s true, but i don’t know what the hell kinda puppy dog eyes gave tony enough material to argue with for a half-hour straight.
(I’m editing this into the existing AO3 chapter)

Baby Barnes - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary : Reader is pregnant with Bucky’s child, and she’s scared shitless of telling him. 

This is part of some sort of a serie I write, where the reader is afraid to say she’s pregnant to her s/o basically. Here’s the one for Cap’ : Baby Rogers, for Wolverine : Baby Logan, and for Batman : Baby Wayne. For some reason, Bucky was the most difficult to write about…hope you’ll still like it :

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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Pregnant. You were pregnant. That’s what the two little vertical lines meant. Positive. Fuck. What the Hell were you gonna do ? 

You toss the test in the corner of your bathroom, and it joins the twenty other test you took. You know, just to be sure…What the Hell were you gonna do ? 

How were you going to tell Bucky ? 

Ever since Iron Man discovered your boyfriend killed his mother (it wasn’t his fault, he was brainwashed !), and ever since the government decided to control superheroes more, ending the already fragile friendship between Steve and Tony…You and Bucky never stayed in the same place for long. 

You had been in Helsinki, Finland, for already two weeks, and that was already a miracle…you usually never stayed at one place more than a few days. 

This wasn’t a life for a baby, always on the run, never able to stay in the same place for long etc etc…and yet, you wanted it. You wanted it so bad. Because you craved for a (somewhat) normal life with Bucky. For a time where you wouldn’t have to move so much. Of course, things would never be easy, Bucky had some massive PTSD but…Was it too much to ask to not be chased all the time ? It was probably. 

When you started to get serious with Bucky, you knew what you were getting into…he even warned you, and tried to push you away. And yet you stayed. 

You were sitting in the bathroom, trying to fight your tears…Crying wasn’t going to help. You knew you couldn’t keep that baby. You’ll just have to…

-(Y/N) ? Bucky ? Anyone’s home ? 

Steve. That was Steve’s voice. You finally left the bathroom to go meet with your friends. 

-It’s hardly “home” Cap’, you know.

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my tribute to the wonderful and legendary jasper jordan

(Disclaimer: English isn’t my mother tongue, so I already apologize for any mistakes)
Jasper Jordan deserves - or rather now - deserved better. 


And you might agree - you might be sad about the fact that Jasper died or you might be unaffected - hell, I’ve read enough comments about people wanting Jasper to die, because they thought he’s annoying. Annoying. Fuck - that’s just - actually that’s messed up. But this isn’t about the people that have hated or still hate on Jasper, this tribute is dedicated to this wonderful fictional character I learned to love and appreciate. 


We got to know Jasper as this funny, dorky guy in S1 - people loved him for being positive, for being funny, for being naive, but brave at the same time. People loved him in S1, because he was easy to love. Because positive, funny people are easy to love - you seem them smile and they make you smile - and what’s there not to love? 

 
S2 Jasper - yeah, he was inspiring, wasn’t he? He was so fucking brave, he stood up for himself, for his friends in Mount Weather, he took the lead, because Clarke or Bellamy weren’t there - and he was motivating everyone else. S2 Jasper was inspiring people to do something, S2 Jasper was brave and fierce and - and he fell in love with this wonderful girl named Maya - and then everything went downhill from there. Everyone in Mount Weather died, Maya died - and Jasper - Jasper felt so safe in Mount Weather, he felt at peace, safe - ‘till he didn’t. 

 
Because while we got to know Jasper as this funny, dorky guy in S1 - people tend to forget what actually happened to him in S1. This boy is 16 years old and he was kidnapped by grounders and speared - he almost died. His friends died - and there was danger everywhere - but Jasper continued to be strong, continued to be this funny, dorky guy that people easily loved. He almost died again later, when Murphy threatened to kill him - so Jasper was constantly in danger, he was constantly on the edge of death, but people tend to forget that, because in S2 everything seems to be okay with Jasper - right? Because it didn’t affect him at all - and that’s where people are so wrong. 


Jasper suffered from PTSD - and this is canon - end of discussion. And his portray of PTSD was so real and raw and it’s actually sad that people only view it as annoying. Jasper didn’t suddenly “get depressed”, because of a girl “he just met”. I’ve read this so so many times and I can’t believe people can misinterpret a character and their storyline so heavily. This 16 year old boy went through so much, daily, they were basically at war  - he was on the edge of death - daily - at the age of 16 !!! - and if that’s not fucking traumatizing. But - I think what really affected him was that he thought Mount Weather would be safe. That they could be at peace and safe - that they could eat as much chocolate cake as they want and he could flirt with this cute girl from across the room - but as it turns out - he was never safe. The people in Mount Weather betrayed them and in the end his own people betrayed Jasper - or at least that’s how Jasper felt. And as Jasper said, they went to earth to see if it’s survivable - and from what he’s seen - it’s not. 

 
We’re at S3 now - and when I look back, I’ve always loved Jasper, but you know what, if I’m being honest - I really fell in love with Jasper in S3. And that’s pretty ironic, because people hated on Jasper constantly at that point. And why? Because he couldn’t deal with what happened and tried to cope with alcohol? Because he felt betrayed by his closest friends? Because the girl he fell in love with died in his arms and he couldn’t do anything about it? Because this sixteen year old boy suffered from so much trauma and never really experienced safety on earth? Because he suffers from a real and valid mental illness - PTSD? Because all I’ve read - all these arguments are “Jasper should just get over it”, “they all went through something traumatic” - but that’s the thing - Jasper isn’t everyone else. And you should never expect everyone to deal with their trauma the same way you do. You should never expect someone, who went through hell, to just get over it - and you should never expect Jasper to just get over it, because there are people on the show that went through something similar and are not as affected as Jasper was. 

 
And you might say that S3 Jasper is just “a drunken idiot”, annoying, broken, useless - I don’t care what ugly word you want to throw at him - but you know what? Jasper protected Raven, he actually saved her. Jasper - the apparently annoying, useless mess that you wanted dead - saved and rescued Raven. Jasper was a hero. 

 
And it’s funny, because people call Jasper selfish, self-absorbed and annoying - and I could never see that. Jasper is one of the most caring and loving people on the show and if you want to disagree - fine - but we saw Jasper, while he was positive and dorky - and he helped people, cared about them and showed bravery - and we saw Jasper, while he felt broken and while he drank himself to unconciousness - and he still cared about people, saved Raven, tried to comfort Octavia after Lincoln died or Monty after his mum died - but so many people still had the nerve to call him selfish. Because he can’t just suck it up or act like he’s fine? Because he’s not like every other character? 


But while you view him as an annoying character and hate him for acting like this - I just love him more. And just as Devon said - you shouldn’t hate on Jasper, because he’s hard to deal with right now - you should love him for that - you should want to help him, try to show empathy, try to understand him and everything he’s been through. 

 
Because while Jasper might be a fictional character - PTSD and depression are still valid and real mental illnesses. And some people might identify with Jasper - and seeing him - this representation - might help them. There might be many Jaspers out there - and the fact that people have the nerve to call him annoying, because he can’t cope with everything the way the other characters did - well that’s beyond fucked up. 


But you know what? I feel sorry for you. I feel sorry if you can’t love a character like Jasper, if you can’t see his complexity and the beauty of this character and the importance of his storyline. I don’t need to see perfect and well-collected characters on TV - I don’t need to see characters that always do what’s right and I don’t need to see characters that never make mistakes. Because that’s not realistic. It wouldn’t portray the reality. 

 
Jasper is a good person, he has a big heart, he’s selfless, brave, loving, passionate, open-minded and he cherishes freedom more than any other character. Jasper is someone, who wouldn’t force his opinion onto you - and he wouldn’t judge you for yours. Jasper doubts himself and he’s insecure, he blames himself for not being able to just act fine - and yes, Jasper is suicidal and he suffers from PTSD - and Jasper will probably die tonight - but Jasper isn’t his mental illness and Jasper will always be more than his death, Jasper will always be more than annoying and Jasper will always be more than this dorky, funny guy in S1 that everyone apparently misses. 

 
Jasper deserves better. Jasper deserved better. And we deserved to see him getting better, we deserved to see him overcome this - we deserved to see him smiling, him being close, best friends with Monty again - Jasper Jordan is maybe 17 years old now and he deserved so much more than that - and I really hoped we would’ve seen more of his journey, because his storyline, his arc could’ve been truly meaningful - but the writers apparently don’t agree. 


But you know what - Jasper Jordan is legendary and amazing nevertheless - he’ll always be a hero and a great character in my view. 


And at this point I also wanted to thank Devon for portraying Jasper - thank you for getting Jasper, for really trying to understand him and thank you for giving 100% every. single. time. - even when you just had limited screen time or too short scenes. Jasper will always be alive in our hearts, because you portrayed him so beautifully and because you tried to truly understand him in a way unfortunately many viewers couldn’t. 

 
And he might’ve not survived, but that’s not what he wanted - because Jasper wanted to live - and he always will - in our hearts. :)

Jasper Jordan is a legend. See you on the other side, my friend.

peachypjm  asked:

jimin ?? (anyways i totally feel u on the homework thing except im pretty sure everyone else has done theirs LMAO) whether you write an au or not for this i hope you have a fantastic night and thank you for your blog i love it a lot 💖

thank you so much <33

  • yoga instructor!jimin 
  • does a split and just,,,,,sits in it for like an hour while talking to the class and everyone is like what the heck hows he doing that
  • wears a cute headband to push up his bangs 
  • leggings jimin,,,,,,,,,,,jimin’s butt in leggings,,,,,,all i Have to say
  • sometimes he has assistant jungkook help but that just involves jungkook switching the music on and off for jimin 
  • once jungkook accidentally put on some linkin park and jimin almost fell out of tree pose and right onto his face
  • jimin is encouraging and sweet to everyone,,,it’s like taking a class with a literal Angel 
  • you get dragged along to a yoga class with your best friend who thinks it’s doing WONDERS for her stress
  • and you’re like,,,,,,,,not flexible and not into yoga but why not since she’s begged you for the past week
  • and when you walk in your friend waves to the instructor and you look at him and you’re like,,,,,floored
  • like excuse me what that person doesn’t look human, he looks ethereal??? is he like a computer generated perfect human or something is that how far science has come-
  • but jimin just smiles and introduces himself to you and you don’t notice him stutter but your friend does and she does an eyebrow wiggle at you and you’re like ???
  • but the class starts and as expected you cannot reach your toes as easily as you thought you could
  • and jimin comes over and gently guides your hand and is encouraging you in this soft voice
  • and you’re about to melt into your mat,,,,,what the hell he’s so handsome and nice 
  • and it’s kinda funny because he’s helping you and he’s so focused that he doesn’t notice the ten other people calling out his name to continue the exercise
  • and when class is over your friend is like “he’s cute right, go talk to him!” and you’re like alhsdgfbkg i eMBARRASSED myself in front of him,,,me and my creaky joints cant
  • but jimin sees you and gives a shy wave and jungkook, who happens to be assisting that day, gives jimin a push toward you 
  • and your friend nudges you
  • and somehow you end up walking toward each other and jimin is like clearing his throat like,,,,,,gooD wORK,,,today,,,,,you did so well for your first time
  • and you’re like really???? i think im so bad,,,,, but he’s  shaking his head like no no ,,,,,,,,,if you want you should come back i can even,,,,,,well i offer,,,,,,,,private lessons and stuff bUT YOU DONT HAVE TO
  • and you’re like i wish but those sound expensive
  • and jimin is like ,,,,oh no i can do it for free for you,,,,,and you’re like oh!!!! really??? why??
  • and he like under his breath is like,,,,because you’re very cute,,,,,and you’re like hmm
  • and he’s like OH I JUST SEE POTENTIAL IN YOU,,,,
  • jungkook and ur friend giggling in the back because you and jimin are blushing like two bright strawberries,,,,,,,how adorable 

I know you left me and I know it hurts like hell.

But after everything, I’m still on your side. And I hope you’re still on mine.

But I also hope you realize what you walked away from, because who else is going to love you like I do?

—  The answer is probably no one
Faceplant

I’m at an introduction session to DnD, where I got to play a warrior. I end up playing alone, but I still had a lot of fun, especially because the dice, which should not be surprising, were very unpredictable XD

At one point, my company is about to head down a path, and I roll perception to see if there are any traps.

DM: *When I roll a 17* you can see it is a well used path, but someone thought to use traps. Thanks to your good eye however, you manage to move around them carefully. Roll another perception check.

Me: *rolls a 5* 

DM: as you continue onward, you come across a hole. Because you didn’t spot it until you were right on top of it. Roll for balance.

Me: *Rolls a Crit 1 and hisses* not good

DM: You try to catch your balance, but all you manage to do is pretty much fall and faceplant into the ground. 

Me: OOC: I just did so well too earlier.

There were a lot of other incidents that I thought were funny as hell due to crit fails, but I’ll save those for another time.

What the Hell is a Stiles?

Sterek, T, 2K, Blind Date AU


Saw the prompt from this post that someone reblogged. (Take a look at the list, there are so many good ideas!)

Our mutual friend set us up on a blind date and I thought I’d hate it but you’re actually… kind of funny? But because I expected to hate it in no way am I going to let you change my mind just because you’re gorgeous and funny and intelligent oh no my friend is not winning this


“No,” Derek says easily, without even looking up from his book. Erica groans and flops into the chair opposite him, nearly upsetting his mug of hot chocolate.

“Seriously?” she says, bracing both elbows on the table and leaning toward him. “At least hear me out.”

“Nope.”

“He’s cute, Der! I think you’d really like him.”

“Absolutely not. You have a terrible track record with set-ups.”

Erica has the decency to wince, at least, and drop her gaze from Derek’s. “But you’re a catch, Der, and you deserve someone who can make you happy. And since you don’t want to date me—”

“You don’t want to date me, either,” he reminds her, but she just rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, whatever. But seriously. You’re great.”

“I thought I was grumpy and terrible with people?” he asks, parroting her words from after the last failed date, and she huffs.

“Please?” she wheedles, poking her lower lips out a bit. “For me. If it goes badly, I’ll never try to set you up again.”

Derek sighs. Fuck.

His facial expressions must be more transparent than he thinks because Erica’s eyes light up. “Oh my god, you’re gonna say yes.”

Derek scowls at her. “Just coffee,” he says firmly. At least that way, he can get it in a to-go cup and make a neat escape after five minutes if he needs to. “No dinner, no movie, no activities.”

“Fine,” she says quickly, digging in her jeans pocket for her phone. “You got it.”

“This is not gonna end well,” he warns her, but she just waves her hand without looking up from her phone.

“Have some faith, Der,” she says, patting him on the hand absently while she pushes her chair back and stands up. “I can’t wait to tell Stiles.”

Derek blinks, watching Erica walk away. 

“Wait, what the hell is a Stiles?” he calls after her.

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I like her more than I should. But I can’t help it. She makes me nervous… As if I’m about to give a lame speech I half assed ten minutes before, in front the world. I have butterflies in my stomach that are having an intense acid trip and my heart’s drumming and I’m shaking… I’m physically shaking because I honestly cannot believe how beautiful she is and that this beautiful woman is even speaking to me.

She’s funny as hell, she’s got a gorgeous fucking smile, a sexy smirk, she’s smart - incredibly smarter than me. She is everything I’m not. She’s brave and… Well, I’m shaking remember? But damn… I just wish that I thought I was good enough.

Then I’d kiss her. With the intention of another kiss. With the hope of a relationship. With the possibility of love… But I don’t think I’m good enough. Because I’m not good enough.

But hey… One can dream.

—  Oko Ninjah (Crush)

supernatural s1ep17 sentence starters

  • “ come on, man, is it much further? i’m cold.”
  • “ how did you find this place anyway?”
  • “ oh, i am so not going in there.”
  • “ we came all the way out here, might as well check it out.”
  • “ let’s just hurry this up and get back to the car, alright?”
  • “ want me to hold your hand?”
  • “ ew. shut up, you loser!”
  • “ ooh, look, it’s the evil root cellar. where satan cans all his vegetables.”
  • “ get your candy-ass down here and see for yourself.”
  • “ i don’t see anything scary. do you?”
  • “ what? what is it?”
  • “ ha-ha. very funny.”
  • “ not a lot of scenery here. kind of gotta make your own.”
  • “ we’re not kids anymore.”
  • “ we’re not gonna start that crap up again.”
  • “ that prank stuff. it’s stupid and it always escalates.”
  • “ what’s the matter? you afraid you’re gonna get a little nair in your shampoo again, huh?”
  • “ all right. just remember you started it.”
  • “ most of those websites wouldn’t know a ghost if it bit them in the persqueeter.”
  • “ there’s no harm checking this thing out.”
  • “ it was the scariest thing i saw in my whole life, i swear to god.”
  • “ i think it was blood.”
  • “ i had my eyes closed the whole time.”
  • “ rumor has it you might know about one.”
  • “ i didn’t think there was anything to the story.”
  • “ i don’t know what the hell to think, man…”
  • “ this was not a prank. i swear to god, i don’t wanna go anywhere near that house ever again.”
  • “ that’s exactly why you never get laid.”
  • “ hey, what about this one? you seen this one before?”
  • “ what are you doing here?”
  • “ what the hell are YOU doing here?”
  • “ i belong here. i’m a professional.”
  • “ oh, you gotta be kidding me.”
  • “ and i know who you are too… an amateur.”
  • “ so if you don’t mind. i’m trying to conduct a serious, scientific investigation here.”
  • “ huh. so, have you ever really seen a ghost before, or…?”
  • “ dude, come on, man. we did our digging. this one’s a bust.”
  • “ i say we find ourselves a bar and some beers and leave the legend to the locals.”
  • “ that’s all you got? it’s weak. that is bush league.”
  • “ why do i have to go in there?”
  • “ i’ll take the homicidal ghost, thanks.”
  • “ would you ever take that dare?”
  • “ hello? is anybody there?”
  • “ i think maybe we missed something.”
  • “ i don’t believe it.”
  • “ i got an idea.”
  • “ who you gonna call?”
  • “ come on, we don’t have much time.”
  • “ i dare you to take a swig of this.”
  • “ what the hell would i do that for?”
  • “ i double dare you.”
  • “ i hate rats.”
  • “ you rather it was a ghost?”
  • “ what the hell kind of spirit is immune to rock salt?”
  • “ maybe we should just go.”
  • “ sweet lord of the rings…”
  • “ it’s bugging the hell outta me.”
  • “ this whole damn job’s bugging me.”
  • “ that explains why it went after you, but why me?”
  • “ i thought it was funny at first, but… now that girl/guy is dead.”
  • “ it was just a joke. you know, i mean - none of it was real. we made the whole thing up. i swear.”
  • “ hey, where were you?”
  • “ hey, why don’t you get dressed? i wanna go grab something to eat.”
  • “ dude, what’s your problem?”
  • “ people believe in santa claus. how come i’m not getting hooked up every christmas?”
  • “ because you’re a bad person.”
  • “ how the hell are we supposed to kill an idea?”
  • “ man, i think i’m allergic to our soap or something.”
  • “ you did this? you’re a frigging jerk.”
  • “ no, no, no. NO, forget it. forget it! i’m not going back in there again.”
  • “ i know, but i’ve never actually seen a real ghost before. like, a real ghost! like, an apparition!”
  • “W.W.B.D. what would buffy do? huh?”
  • “ oh, look at that. action figures in their original packaging. what a shock.”
  • “ why should i trust you?”
  • “ well, i have an obligation to kick your little ass right now.”
  • “ slow your roll, buddy. they’re gonna know we’re excited.”
  • “ if you pull that string one more time, i’m gonna kill you.”
  • “ come on, man. you need more laughter in your life.”
  • “ you know, you’re way too tense.”
  • “ you didn’t.”
  • “ i barely have any skin left on my palm.”
  • “ what the hell are you trying to do? get yourself killed?”
  • “ so these - these guns don’t work?”
  • “ come and get it you ugly son of a bitch.”
  • “ that’s your solution? burn the whole damn place to the ground?”
  • “ it’s fast and dirty, but it works.”
  • “ little lingo for ya.”
  • “ anywho, excuse me. i’m off to la-la-land.”
  • “ well, congratulations, that sounds really great.”
  • “ oh, yeah, luck, it’s got nothing to do with it. it’s about talent. you know, sheer, unabashed talent.”
  • “ i’m the one who put a dead fish in their backseat.”
  • “ truce?”
  • “ yeah, truce. at least for the next hundred miles.”

Don’t let me go

Group:Bts

Memeber:Jungkook

Au: Grim Reaper,demon

PART TWO

A/n: Let me tell you,I am inspired from Goblin. Watch this drama. Is the holy drama. This is the first part of a little Jungkook series. Also the different religions reading this.I tried to keep the religion matter as neutral as possible. If you believe that this is written with a bad thought in mind or to offend someone it is not. Thank you.

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I am the person you are afraid from. I am the one with the skeleton body,black robe and а reaping hook. You mortals thought that I look like a skeleton simply because I deal with the dead. This is soo wrong. I am like the most handsome, funny man ever. You living people think everything that is dead is ugly and rotten. Hell( hell is mine creation actually. Its a piece of art) no. I am,however,prehaps rotten and dead. Inside. Inside the cage of my heart. The muscle which is supposed to pump adrenaline through my body. The muscle giving me life,love and so much more. But no. This place is empty and had been abounded centuries ago. The curse killed me a long time ago.

Things go way back in time.

I once had a wife. A very beautiful woman called Lydia. She was my whole life. I was a simple man. A sheppard. My biggest concern was if I will be able to go home on time to hug her before she closes her eyes to fall in beautiful peaceful sleep.

As always life decided to fuck everything up. God said it was time for war and suddenly my biggest concern became the smallest out of them all. Everything I had,I had to give up. It was my duty to fight for my country as a man. I fought many battles. Those in higher ranks saw potential in me and after eleven battles I became a commander. On the battlefield before what we hoped was the last battle. Ready to fight,not ready to die. I prayed like every other selfish human being that I’ll give up everyone and everything,just God let me live. Those words were the last words some people heard and the ones that left my lips before I shouted “For His majesty.” I killed many people in the battle and almost got killed more times than I can remember. But I survived. The last one to survive. The smell of Death was in the air. My breath was fading away. Youcould barely see it. My eyes started to tear up from the mixture of fear,the feeling of finally letting go and a scared scream from the consequences ahead in time. Suddenly a bright light blinded my swollen from crying eyes. And I met God. A nice man,looking trustworthy,someone who I never thought was actually real. He told me my wife,my parents, my sheeps,they were killed. That I made a choice. That I killed them when I was being selfish. My will for life,killed those who made me want to live. Lost in my fear and regret which were suddenly put upon me,I was ready to pull out the weapon and just kill myself. The man stopped my sword from moving through the flesh and stop my heart. God looked at me and told me “If you leave this Earth and become invisible as if you never existed,I will bring everyone you want back. Your family will live. Lydia will breath. I need a helper. Someone who will deal with the dead and will help them go in the afterlife. You will become the Grim Reaper. My right hand.” I was being offered a choice which wasn’t actually much of a choice. He was offering me to become a ghost. But for the sake of my love I was ready to do anything and everything. “Why are you Sir offering me this? Why me?” “You are a good man. But the sin of being selfish is a strong one. I see in your eyes love. This will be your curse. Love will be your pleasure and curse. The last man standing. The one who will walk this Earth way longer than anyone. Collecting grief and love. At the end of the day you will always be alone.” I became a sinner for wanting to live. I killed everything I believed in. But Immortality didn’t sound all that bad after all. Dealing with the dead also wasn’t a price high enough that I can’t pay for Lydia. The hesitation left me and my hand grabbed his. It was me or Lydia and my family. “Okay. Do this.” Just like that my existence was erased from the face of Earth,my name wasn’t remembered as the last commander alive,the war was doomed a fail and soon there were only the families of the dead and the memories of them to be remembered. Personally I assisted all of them in the after life making them forget the one they had been living in order for a new one to be born. But for the living organisms I was invisible,not existing. A myth surrounded by mystery. There were several cases in which people had been ablen to see me. You usually cab unless you had the vision or you were dead. And so for centuries I have met all kinds of death and people. Helping them go where their souls belong. My face haven’t aged a day since I gave my soul. A twenty years old is what you’ll see if you were able to.


1998


“Jungkook” I heard in the distance waking me from my retrospective daydream. “Yes?” I turned my head nearly hitting my forehead in one of the lamps of the nice white office. “There is something I need to tell you.” It is a full miracle. My boss is usually quiet and doesn’t have the need to see me unless it was something urgent going on in the underworld. I have known him for so many centuries that is almost not imaginable. However today there wasn’t anything special going on in my part of the holy world. “Do you remember when I took you under my wing?” the sudden questoon caught me offguard. So being little surprised the answer rolled of my lips “Of course I do.” how can I forget anyway? My heart will never forget. My Lydia. Her smile,her heart of gold. And my selfish wish which killed us. “There is something I didn’t tell you back then. One day your savior will be born. A person who will reverse the curse you caused on yourself. She will heal your wounds and you will become mortal again. She will give you the chance to live. When you die as a mortal I will give you the choice to either become the Reaper and never be able to find hope again or this time go to Heaven.” Speechless probably would’ve explain it. But it can’t. Hope? Being able to live? I have been living wihout hope so many centuries. Evryday I have been holding on the simple fact that there is hope or happy ending for me. Now after 1000 years he decides to tell me that there is someone on this planet who can cure me. My emotions are too strong. The anger boiled. The fear entered the dusted chamber of my heart. Hope started to creep out of its dungeon somewhere deep inside of me. Why didn’t he told me this earlier? Why was I living without hope all this time? Where is she? How old is she? She can be dead by now.

“Why do you tell me this now?” my voice was deadly low. I was in a position to shout,however I didn’t want to lose all my cool at once. “Was I not good enough to be told this earlier? Was I unloyal? Have I ever done something to make you doubt me? I created Hell and Heaven and made them absolutely perfect. The department of Reapers is so big that I barely have to go out now. Don’t tell me I didn’t deserve to know the truth.” I admit I did lost my cool. I was shouting and destroying whatever was around me. Angry tears were falling down my sharp cheekbones. “No you were. You finished absolutely mesmerizing job at what you were doing. Jungkook-a, tell me honestly if I had told you centuries ago,you wouldn’t have searched for her. Tell me you would’ve done your job the same way.” although angry,I knew he was right. Nothing ffrom what I’ve created probably wouldn’t have been even an idea in my head. The Earth was going to be small. I would’ve searched under every rock,in every village,city,country and continent. One thing I couldn’t understand was “Why telling me now?” “Because she has been born. The person who is going to bring you back is born. And her name is y/n. The Grim Reaper’s Bride.

2016

"Are you the Grim Reapers wife?” a ghost whispered in mine ear. She was a rather beautiful ghost. A girl not bigger than me. But this question… If I collected a dollar for everytime I had to answer it,by now I wouldn’t be going to school. “I don’t know. I haven’t seen him.” “Oh…it’s true. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Bye.” “Wait. Talk to me.” but it disappeared. Good job Y/N. 

The Grim Reapers wife.

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PART TWO

Time to condense my thoughts so that I can delete my spam of the new episode:

Honestly??? “Put it Down” was so genuinely funny and sweet and it actually had a lot of heart. I’m so happy to see Tweek and Craig’s relationship working out just fine– and it’s so hilariously perfect to hear Craig’s monotone say pet names like “honey” and “babe”.


Creek was my first OTP, and I guess it still is because- hell, I got unbelievably excited over this episode. Watching Craig be a caring boyfriend and eventually figuring out how to work with Tweek’s anxieties was amazing. The concept of just listening to your partner and allowing them to feel is so strong and good– instead of just trying to fix the problem as fast as possible.


It was also really cool to see how Tweek and Craig clashed as people! It’s always been fanon that Tweek was over-emotional and Craig as cold and logical, but it was nice to see it actually portrayed on the show! Especially since Tweek wasn’t made out to be helpless in all of his dramatics.


And the ending? Perfect. It’s canon that Tweek plays piano, and that both boys sing, AND that Tweek has a implied knack for songwriting. It’s just- wow every instinct I have from my life as a 6th grader is coming back full-force.

Guardians of the Galaxy was so good y'all.

Ok at first I was a little scared from the first ten minutes that they were going to focus too much on Groot.

Like he’s adorable and I love him but I was worried they would make him the main gimmick and he was going to be there for merchandizing purposes.

But they didn’t do that thankfully.

They kept his role to a minimum until the end and they did executed that ending great.

Ok, so second.

God. it was hilarious.

I was really laughing the whole damn time because Draxx is just such a riot. He’s just always a delight to hear laughing that loud awkward laugh of his. And him constantly calling Mantis ugly was really funny, like that sounds bad, but it was amusing the way they did it. Like they were playing with the idea of hot alien babes being hot to every species despite them being alien goddamnit.

Everyone in the cast just has perfect comedic timing and all their different comedic styles work.

Peter- does call outs and quasi fourth wall breaks.

Rocket-asshole is asshole comedy

Gamora- the straight man. has sarcastic quips or call outs of her own.

Groot- he’s cute. he’s so cute. god he’s cute. he’s funny because god he’s oblivious to the dangers around him. in the original his humor had to do with cluelessness and general innocence too.

And new member, Mantis, who was funny and pretty interesting. She was “clueless” funny, somewhere between Groot and Draxx.

So ok, they are all their own brand of funny.

But what was REALLY great was the character building.

Like it’s not a hyper complicated plot, it’s character based.

It’s developing Gamora and her sister Nebula.

It’s developing Rocket and Yondu.

Draxx and Mantis were static characters for the most part but they were support characters anyway. As was Groot. And if a formula ain’t broke don’t fix it.

The real character development was for Peter and his relationships, with his “heritage” as they say.

I thought the plot was simple but it worked fine because first, it was funny and the action was siiiick as hell while being generally light hearted and goofy, and second, it was creative and the characters shown.

It was actually ALSO very sad, like..

SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS SCROLL FOR SPOILERS

Yondu was probably my least favorite character from the first one. I did not care for him that much.

But the way he killed all those traitors on his ship was just so badass?

And it was so sad in the end, when he gave Peter the space suit and allowed himself to die out there to save him.

It was just really sweet, seeing him realize that he was afraid to call Peter his family because he’s this tough space pirate.

And it was sweet of him to save Peter from that asshole father’s influence, honestly.

I actually FELT something for a character I previously hadn’t felt before.

Like that’s fuckin incredible.

I knew I was going to love Groot and Draxx and Peter and friends.

But I didn’t realize I was going to love Yondu. Not at all.

It MADE me love Yondu and it made me laugh in the process, so.

Go see Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2.

It’s honestly hilarious, really self aware at times, and really, really..heartfelt too.

You may cry.

Accidents Happen (Part 6/?)

Peter Parker x Pregnant!Reader

A/N: Little fun fact: the cologne I mention is Tom Ford Neroli Portofino and I thought it was funny because Tony Stark mentions wearing a Tom Ford suit in CA:CW! LOL!

Warnings: Panic attack, teen pregnancy, swears, angst, etc.

Masterlist // Accidents Happen Masterlist

Originally posted by agresje


“Dad?” Tony asked, shocked, “What the hell do you mean, ‘Dad’?”

You couldn’t answer him.

You couldn’t think.

You couldn’t breathe.

The only thing you could feel was the terror and pain that monster had caused you. The memories that you had – apparently – repressed. You had only remembered the arguing, the fighting, and the violence directed at your mother…

You didn’t remember them being directed at you, but you could see his face in your memories. The memories that were bubbling under the surface were not the good ones that you had previously remembered. They weren’t the ice cream dates that he had brought you to. They weren’t of him bringing you a teddy bear on valentine’s day, or a chocolate egg on Easter.

They were memories of a monster with your father’s face.

“Do it!” Your father would scream at you, holding a gun to your head. “Heal it!”

“I can’t, Daddy, I can’t!” You’d cry – shaking – holding a broken, tiny mouse in your little hands.

“Do it, or I shoot!”

“Daddy, please!” You sobbed, cradling the mouse to your chest in terror, “I don’t know how!”

BANG!

You screamed, jumping back as a bullet hit the wall - right next to your head.

Suddenly, you could feel the warm, tingling sensation that happened any time you used your ability, and the little mouse was shivering in your hands. It was going to be okay. You had healed its wounds.

“Very good, baby girl. Well done.” He would sneer. “Go get ready and daddy will take you out for some ice cream.”

You felt your body swing around, as Peter moved the chair. There was anxiety laced within his voice, “Y/n, baby, talk to me!”

Your hand flew to your chest. Your breath was stuck in your throat. Your head was starting to swim with lack of oxygen. You felt your heart palpitating in your chest. The pins and needles in your fingers and toes. You were pulled forward, into Peter’s chest and onto the floor. You couldn’t hear him, but you could feel him. His hands were shaking, but they were holding you tightly against his warm body – pulling you onto his lap. One hand was pinning your body to his chest, and the other one was running up and down your back, like he did any time you cried.

His voice sounded like it was underwater, but you could hear him talking to you, “Baby, you need to breathe. Calm down. Listen to my voice. Y/n, please. Calm down.” He turned your head, pressing your ear against his chest, “L-listen to my heartbeat. Concentrate. Come on.”

Suddenly, you felt the usual fluttering of your child inside your belly.

The baby!

Everything came into focus.

You could hurt the baby! Breathe! Properly, goddammit! You focused on the feel of your baby in your belly. Every little twitch, every little movement. You focused on the arms, pinning you to Peter’s chest. You counted his heartbeats, trying to slow your breathing. You felt yourself able to breathe, again. The pain was still there, but you could breathe.

You moved your arms, burying yourself into the safe warmth of Peter’s chest. You could smell the light scent from the Tom Ford cologne you bought him for Christmas, and the smell of your laundry detergent. It was calming you down, a little more. You always loved how he smelled. Your arms wrapped around his middle, and you pulled yourself as close as you could with your belly in the way.

Then, the hysterics began.

The sobs that racked your body were a sound that you didn’t recognize. All you could see was the memories. All you could feel was the terror. You couldn’t get it to stop. All you could do was try to focus on Peter’s voice in your ear, the feel of his chest raising and falling, and the smell of him.

“Shhh. Y/n.” His lips were pressed against your hair, whispering near your ear. “Take deep breaths. He can’t hurt you. He’s contained. That cell is made for Banner, when he turns green. He can’t get to you. He doesn’t even know you’re here.”

“H-he will.” You sob, tears soaking his sweatshirt. “He’s g-going t-to hu-hurt me, again.”

“Anyone else confused, right now?” Tony’s voice came from behind you, “Because I’m lost.”

Peter tensed, arms wrapping around you tighter. He whispered in your ear, “You don’t have to tell them, if you don’t want to.” One hand moved to your belly, and the other was still firmly wrapped around your body. “Are you okay? Is the baby okay? Has it passed?”

You sniffed, nodding after a deep breath, “y-yeah.” You pulled back, laying your hand on top of his, “It passed. I-I’m okay. Baby’s okay. Still kicking my bladder, in there.”

He brought his hands up to your face, thumbs brushing the tears away. His eyes were still a little wild, but he sagged in relief. He pulled you up, helping you sit in the chair and handing you a bottle of water, “Drink this.” You took a small sip, and he sighed, “Babe, you need to drink more than that.”

You heard the door to the meeting room open, and Dr. Cho came in with a frazzled looking Bruce. “Miss Y/L/n. I’m just going to check your vitals, quick, okay?” She walked over, setting a bag down on the table and pulling out a stethoscope and other doctor equipment.

“In the meantime,” Tony said, sitting in the same chair from before, “What the hell just happened?”

“That’s my dad.” You said quietly, flinching at the tightness of the blood pressure cuff Cho was currently inflating. “I haven’t seen him since I was seven.”

“You’re telling me that this man,” Tony waved an arm to the screen that you refused to look at, “is your father? Why the hell is he not on your birth certificate?”

“I don’t know.” You shook your head, taking another swig of the water and leaning your head against the back of the chair – exhausted. “He knows about me. He’s the reason I am the way I am.” You turned to Peter with watery eyes, “I remember, now.”

He leaned down, kissing the crown of your head in comfort.

“What can you tell us about him?” Steve asked, taking a seat in one of the chairs at the front of the room, “Did you know he was HYDRA?”

“No. I didn’t know.” You shook your head, “But I knew that he was bad. He used to-” You stopped, clamping your eyes shut and grabbing Peter’s hand, “He used t-to hold a g-gun to my head… To make me train my ability.” Peter’s hand tightened, and you kept going. “I think I repressed a lot of it, because I only remembered him being awful towards my mom. Then, when I saw his picture, it all sort of came back.”

“That happens.” Bucky said from the chair behind you, “It happens to me, sometimes, about my time with HYDRA.”

“Where did you guys find him?” You asked, not sure if you wanted to really know.

“Near Montauk, New York.” Steve replied. He had been in New York? “He was trying to transport weapons from sailboats to a ship waiting a few miles from the coast.”

“Now he’s here?” You asked, feeling calmer. Numb. Exhausted.

“Why don’t I bring you back to the apartment?” Peter asks, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles, “The stress can’t be good for the baby.”

“I need to-” You felt tears leak out, again. “I need to talk to my mom. I need my mom. She needs to know.”

___

You felt a sense of déjà vu as you stood outside the door to your old, decrepit apartment with Clint and Peter. It felt the same as the day that you told your mother you were getting emancipated, and packed what little things you had in that apartment. She had not taken that very well. You just hoped that she would listen to what you had to say, now.

“Yeah?” Your mom answered the door, looking worse for the wear. Her hair was greasy, face pale, and her robe barely covered how skinny she was getting. “Y/N? What the hell do you want?”

You looked down, swallowing down your nerves, “We need to talk.”

“About what?” She snapped, pulling her robe tighter, “About how you abandoned me?”

“Dad’s back.”

Her face turned white, eyes wide in shock. “No. That can’t be.” She opened the door wider, staggering over to the couch and picking up a bottle of something clear. She took a swig, “Where is he?”

“He’s being held prisoner by The Avengers.” You replied. “He’s part of a bad organization.”

“How do you know all this?” Her hands were shaking as she pushed her greasy hair from her face.

“I work with them.” You sat down on the other end of the couch, “I work in Med Bay at the Avengers tower.”

She shook her head. “Bullshit. Don’t fucking lie to me. I know about your little secret.” She took another swig. “They wouldn’t accept you, otherwise.”

“Hey, now.” Clint defended, “She’s one of the smartest kids I know.”

“Obviously not.” Your mom rolled her eyes, gesturing to your swollen belly, “Got herself knocked up, didn’t she?”

“Anyways.” You cut them off, “So you know about me? When did you know?”

“I’ve always known.” She waved you off, “I’m your mother.”

What the fuck? How the fuck? She never said anything. “Why didn’t you say anything?” You asked, confused, “How did you know?”

She leaned back into the couch, pulling her feet up. “You used to heal me, you know.” She smiled to herself, “When your father would go into one of his rages and would… You would come into my room, after. You would come snuggle up next to me, and run your hands over any wounds I had. I felt this warmth, and they would just…heal.” A small tear leaked out of her eye, “I think that’s why your father used to be like that, to me. To make you heal me. He was never like that when I married him.”

“I don’t remember that.” You frowned, “I don’t remember a lot of things.”

“I paid good money to keep it that way.” She grabbed a pack of smokes from the coffee table, lighting one up and blowing it away from you. “You shouldn’t be trying to undo it. It won’t be pretty.”

You could feel Peter twitching about her smoking around you, “Mom. I’m pregnant. Wait to smoke until I leave.”

She shook her head, taking one last drag before stubbing it out.

“What do you mean you paid good money to keep it that way?” Clint asked. “What did you do?”

“There was this professor.” She started, crossing her arms. “A good man in a wheelchair. He said that he could help me make her forget.” She shrugged, waving a hand in your direction. “Obviously, that didn’t work, and I wasted my time and money.”

“Why did you blame me?” You asked, needing to know the answer to the question you’d always wondered. “Why did you say it was my fault that we left?”

“You were the reason.” She huffed, “He tried to sell you to some guy named Pierce.”

“Alexander Pierce?” Clint asked, lines forming on his brow in confusion. “He tried to sell her to HYDRA?”

“I don’t know.” Your mom sighed, running a hand through her hair, “I left before anything could happen and hid us.”

This was too much information to take in. You were officially overwhelmed. You needed time to process all this information. “Peter, can you take me home, now? I need to go lie down.”

He nodded, pulling you up from the couch. His hand went to the small of your back, leading you around the coffee table.

“You may hate me.” Your mom said, staring down at the bottle with a sad look on her face, “I don’t care. I tried to save you as best as I could. Even if I have been a piece of shit mother, and I hurt you. I’m sorry.”

“I know, mom.” You sighed, leaning into Peter. “I wish things could be different.”

With that, you walked out the door

__

You woke to the sound of a phone blaring on the night stand.

“Babe.” Peter groaned next to you, shaking your shoulder, gently. “That one’s yours.”

You looked over at the clock. 3:34 AM. Who the fuck is calling a pregnant woman at this fucking hour? You slid the little answer key over without looking at your phone, putting it up to your ear. “Hello?” You answered confused, voice thick with sleep.

“Y/N!” It was Natasha. She sounded like she was in the middle of a shootout. You could hear gunfire, and Natasha’s strained breathing. You sat up immediately, slapping peter awake. “You need to have Peter bring you and May somewhere safe. Now.”

“What? Why? What’s happened?” The alarm in your voice had Peter sitting up, immediately, “Are you in a fight, right now? Natasha?”

You were not prepared for Natasha’s response.

“Sean Morris has escaped.”


Part 7

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This week at work, I’ve:

- been vomited on
-been sucker punched
- had my foot run over by the gurney I WAS FREAKING GUIDING
-been pulled over by the police while in the rig only to find out that it was Officer [REDACTED MEDICAL CONDITION BECAUSE I KNOW MY JOB] who thought he was being funny
-been vomited on AGAIN
-picked up a patient who failed to report an issue with a colostomy bag
-guess what? More vomit
- worked with a newbie who was actually pretty nice
-gotten lost in a part of town I actually am supposed to know while my partner laughed
-AND MORE

It’s been a hell of a week