bent left

Oh. My. God. alsfjsdf I JUST noticed Josh’s new twitter header how did I not notice before

CAN SOMEONE PLEASE REDRAW THIS WITH THE VOLTRON CHARACTERS PLEASE I’LL GIVE YOU MY FIRSTBORN ((and if it’s already been redrawn can someone send it to me))

Jeremy and Kimberly look like they’re not exactly sure how to do it. Bex looks like she’s doing a lazy dab (note the bent left arm). Josh has fucking PERFECT form. Tim is pretty good too. Tyler also, tho he kinda looks more like he’s trying to hide his face than dab

We don’t deserve this cast wth

Raven Cycle Fic Recs!

The Pynch section yo

Wonderterror Weekend by nimmieamee - E - 49k

Adam Parrish gets Saturday off and spends the day falling in love with Ronan Lynch.

He also spends it fighting monsters, visiting Europe, and traumatizing people. But falling in love with Ronan Lynch is the part he chooses.

With Quiet Words I’ll Lead You In by @jesper-fahey - T - 20k

In that moment, Ronan looks like some kind of ferocious monument to a new found god; young, but infinite in power and a furious kind of sharp-edged beauty. Adam’s lungs feel a little short of air, but it’s probably just due the cold.

“I was freezing my fucking balls off out there.” Ronan complains and, just like like that, the illusion is shattered. He is a boy once more.

Cabeswater is trying to get Adam to realise something, but he’s struggling to understand what. When he and Ronan break down in the middle of nowhere, Adam finally finds himself with enough time on his hands to figure out some things about himself and his feelings.

Keeps Me From Unravelling by @jesper-fahey - N/A - 11k

Whatever response Ronan gives, it’ll be the truth, not just spilled platitudes; it makes Adam desperately want to win his approval. Ronan, this enigma of a boy with the ability to create anything from nothing, who has dreamed some of the most amazing, ridiculous creations. Adam chews on his bottom lip briefly, before forcing himself to stop. To be casual.

Ronan stops, stares at the gift sitting on his lap and then barks out the loudest laugh in delight. “Fuck, Parrish that is hideous!” His eyes are alight with a wild kind of joy.

(Or the one where a prompt generator gave me “Adam Parrish knits Ronan Lynch a hideous sweater” and I ran with it.)

Heart of Stone, Heart of Flesh by @charmingpplincardigans - T - 28k

The elk appeared out of the shadow of the forest canopy as if materializing in mid-air. He was as tall as the moa, but also had massive antlers that reached up and tangled with the branches on the trees. His coat was a dusty chestnut color with a white starburst over his chest and smattering of white across his cheeks and nose. The elk leaned over the fence and bent his massive head, as if showing Adam deference. To Adam’s right, Destroyer knelt down on her front knees and dipped her nose into the grass.

To Adam’s left, Ronan bent his head too, like he was about to say grace. When he spoke his voice was soft and low. “I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you. I will remove from you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh.”

(Or, the one where Adam is a veterinarian and Ronan has dreamt up a whole menagerie of extinct/magical creatures.)

Amor gignit amorem by @amethystinawrites - G - 3k

Considering everything that had happened and just how desperately Adam wanted to get away, he hadn’t expected to find anything like peace in Henrietta.

Trust Ronan to prove him wrong.

Roses on Parade by Jamesina - M - 8k

Adam accidentally ends up in Ronan’s dream and Ronan is very Ronan about it and Adam is very Adam about it. Gansey is also briefly very Gansey about things.

Alternate summary: Adam has feelings and hyperventilates about it for 9,000 words.

Heavenly Wine and Roses by Jamesina - M - 4k

Gansey has everything under control.

Roses in Between My Thighs by Jamesina - E - 6k

Four things that could have ruined them but didn’t.

the hang of being alive again by @ronibravo - M - 12k

Falling for Ronan had felt like going to speak at the same time as someone else after a long silence, two people bumbling over their words to say, no, sorry, go ahead about three times before one of them says what they were going to say.

mapping territories by @cheselle T - 3k

“I’m not going to offer you a briefcase of money and demand you stay away from him,” Declan said. “This isn’t a fucking telenovela.”

“I can’t believe,” Adam said, “you just said the word telenovela out loud.”

or, Declan has a talk with Ronan’s boyfriend.

adam parrish is in love (or, you can take the boy out of the south) by heyfightme - M - 4k

“Alright Parrish, I yield. What is it, then? You miss the Daisy Dukes and shitkicker boots on those cowgirls back home?”
“I’m from Virginia, not Texas. Not a lot of cow-anybodies.”
“I refuse to believe you don’t know anyone who lives on a farm.”
Parrish rolls his eyes hard enough to shake the earth.
“Stewart, of course I know somebody who lives on a farm. Just no cow-people. There’s a difference.”

Adam is in college. He has a roommate. Adam’s Virginian accent has gotten him curious. Also, Ronan comes to visit.

-Somnium Meum Vestrum by shoulderbone - T - 8k

Ronan smells like smoke and spice, like the memory of a home he’s never had; like a feeling he dares not name.

Without Having To Say by @charmingpplincardigans - T - 24k

“Yeah? Which was the big guy downstairs? Because my good Catholic upbringing didn’t make the distinction.”

Out of nervous habit, Ronan brings his wrist up to his mouth and chews on the leather bands there. He’s been wearing them and chewing on them since he was sixteen. It’s a wonder there’s anything left to them at all. He feels the same way about his good Catholic upbringing.

“I think,” Adam says, quiet now. “That he wasn’t very nice, but that he wasn’t ever given a reason to be. I think it was self-defense.” It’s an explanation that sounds both close to home and far away. He looks up and out the window. His gaze gets caught there, distracted for the first time since they started.

Ronan looks as well, but it’s dark out now and all he can see is the shadow box reflection of the room against the black behind. Set against the rest of it, Adam’s hunched over reflection looks small and dark. Ronan is little more than a few swaths of stark negative space cut against the white glow. Neither of them has a halo.

(Or, that one where Adam is an art major and Ronan agrees to model for a sculpture of Satan.)

maybe i dreamt you by @memordes - T - 17k

Adam seldom dreamt of other people. His dreams were nebulous, winding, leaving him with abstract impressions. But there was Ronan, solid as flesh—and from there, the dream left Adam with the echo of a feeling.

It was one hell of a feeling, though.

The not really/necessarily pynch fics

Things That Go Bump In The Night by mochroimanam - T - 9k

Subtitle: The real ghosts are the friends we made along the way!
The gang goes to a Halloween haunted house attraction, only to find that things are a bit more….realistic…than expected.

Ronan reminded himself, viciously, that he interacted with a real ghost every day of his life. But Noah’s moments of otherworldly strangeness had nothing on this specter’s air of sheer sinister deadness.

Adam took a step forward next to him, and Ronan’s hand shot out, fingers gripping Adam’s sleeve. Being cornered like this made Ronan feel the same way he’d felt trying to get out of the dank cellar – claustrophobic and scared and angry. “Parrish,” he hissed, trying to pull Adam back. The girl was a good 20 feet away, but it still felt too close, and being any closer seemed like a decidedly bad idea.

Out for Re-henge by @charmingpplincardigans - G - 7k

Blue has a favor to ask of Ronan while Gansey and Adam are away. She ends up receiving much more than she expected. (Or, that one where Ronan teaches Blue to drive stick and they have adventures.) Post-BLLB.

we built this city by @fahye - T - 13k

“As you keep pointing out, I’ve died twice,” said Gansey. He was so bright that Henry almost wanted to look away from him, and so compelling that he couldn’t. “I don’t care what I’m supposed to be doing.”

Claimed. Sam Winchester.

Request by @mistressofallthingsgeeky :Lu, could I get a Sam fic where the reader is being flirted with at the bar, and Sam gets all growly and dominant, and smut ensues? Possibly with a bite kink (bite so hard it leaves a permanent mark), maybe have her call him Sir and he calls her Baby girl?

Triggers: Smut. Possessive Sam. Biting fetish.

Word Count: 1554

Enjoy ;D

“Did you two have a fight or something?” Dean asked Sam as he took shot after shot. Sam really didn’t drink this way he was unless he was angry or they were celebrating something. They hadn’t finished the hunt as of yet so it had to have been a fight between himself and you.

“No,” Sam growled out.

Dean held his hands up. “Easy, tiger. What’s up?”

“Guy’s been flirting with her. I know she’s not interested, but…Why doesn’t she tell him to fuck off?”

Keep reading


It broke my heart when I knew I had to leave him.

Welp. Ended up doodling this little cinnamon roll instead of doing my overflowing mountain of HW
fuuuuuck me :’)
but anyway

a hint of Gramander because again, I’ve fallen into another fandom pit and I just can’t seem to claw my way out

but I thought I’d maybe write something for it
please don’t judge though, I’m pretty shit at writing and I’ve never done it before so here goes nothing
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 

Keep reading

OtaYuri fic recs #17

Still by kiazareni, general audiences, 1.1k

He reaches for his phone on the nightstand and opens his messages, squinting at the sudden bright light before Yuri’s last text comes into focus. He wonders if he should ask or say anything, but his medal is right there hanging from the back of a wooden chair and it reminds him that he’s probably the last person Yuri wants to hear from right now.

15 by Qitana, explicit, 8.8k, mafia AU

Looking up, Otabek quirks a brow, intrigued. His gaze is locked with the blonde’s, and he watches as his eyes flicker from blue to green over and over, like a stuttering heartbeat. His right leg is on the ground, the left one bent at the knee with the sole placed firmly on the brick wall. His upper body is leaned towards Otabek, his hand extended, where he holds a golden lighter, the flame burning bright.

It’s an invitation.

Personal Jesus by Blownwish, explicit, 25.5k, 80s high school AU, Otabek/Yuri/JJ

Otabek and Jean negotiate their terms, all over Yuri’s body. Polaroids available upon request.

(More of that 80s high school au you didn’t ask for.)

sequel to Bizarre Love Triangle

Unbelieveable by tootsonnewts, general audiences, 6k

There was no single point at which Yuri realized, understood, and became resigned to the fact that Otabek was an idiot. No, this process occurred slowly, after a series of small events stacked together until he could no longer ignore the painful truth.

Otabek Altin is an unmitigated dumbass.

Theirs by CatAvalon (CazinaIna), mature, 4k

Stupid, Yuri scolds himself, biting down on his forearm, You’re twenty. You’re not even engaged. You’ve never wanted kids before. But kids with Beka- their kids- is something different, something maybe Yuri wants too- in the future, of course.

Don’t You Dare Bring Me Flowers by Perpetual Motion (perpetfic), general audiences, 2.2k

Bradford Pears: An Invasive cockblock species no one should like.

Ultimate Give by softieghost, explicit, 4.5k

“Do you remember what I said when we met in Barcelona?” Otabek said as he set his fork down with a soft clink.

“What was that?” Yuri prompted, even though he had an inkling of where this was going. He just wanted to hear it again.

“Yuri Plisetsky has the unforgettable eyes of a soldier. You looked intense then and you look the same now, like you want something. What do you need, baby?” Otabek was leaning forward into Yuri’s space. They were almost close enough to feel each other’s breath.

Dinner Date by BoxWineConfessions, explicit, 5.4k, mukbang AU, WIP

“Hey guys,” Yuri smiles sheepishly into the camera and reaches out of focus. His hand returns to the shot with his tortoise shell hair clip. He pins back his bangs, and looks at the webcam. “As you all know I have four of my five classes on Tuesdays. I haven’t had time to eat today, and so I’m fucking starving,” and Otabek can’t help but notice the faint dust of a blush on his cheeks. Yuri is so cute when he’s talking about his class schedule. He wonders if he’ll talk about how he did on his Physiology exam, or if he’s still waitlisted for the Anatomy class.

Dick pic by Blownwish, mature, 1.1k

He didn’t mean to send it. Really, he didn’t. It just sort of happened.

White Noise by kashirsky, teen, 1.6k

The obsession was a death spiral that Otabek couldn’t wrench himself out of.

Missing You by kiazareni, general audiences, 2.7k

He tried to remember the last time they talked but nothing came up. It was probably a pointless message, a cat video, or a polite answer to a meaningless question, like how are you, or where have you been. It didn’t make him angry, because if it had, he would have done something about it, he would have kept bothering him, sending texts, and calling until the other had no choice but to answer. If Yuri had been angry, he would have fought.

A Changing of Stripes by softieghost, explicit, 5k

And as all thing in the world change Yuri, too, changed. Puberty ended and brought forth a new monster, reinvented once again. He’s tall - much taller than Otabek, and he’s strong and flighty and graceful but he’s powerful, too, in ways he never used to be. His jaw cuts a line that makes Otabek weak and his collar bones are just asking to be kissed and his feet are so battered and bruised Otabek wants to walk over hot coals to make it alright. Yuri’s power was always in his fluidity, Otabek just took a little while to realize.

The Labyrinth Chapter 14

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU
Pairing: Reader/Jimin
Length: 2.4k
Summary: Finding an injured boy collapsing in front of your house, you decide to help him, only to find out he’s associated with some underground business. After that fateful night, you surprisingly find him in the new class you had just transferred into.
A/N: Sorry for taking forever to update this series TT^TT I promise I’ll be focusing on this for the next few weeks!

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7  Chapter 8  Chapter 9  Chapter 10  Chapter 11  Chapter 12 || Jin Trailer || Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15

Originally posted by bts-we-are-bulletproof

Keep reading

Mission Complete

request: Hi was wondering if I could make a bucky x reader request (with the rest of the avengers in it as well)? Could you please do one where you and Bucky aren’t a thing but have feelings for each other that neither know but the rest of the avengers do and all of you go to a club/restaurant/Tony’s party and there’s belly dancers there (dancing to shakira or whatever) that try and get Wanda, you & Nat to dance and you’re reluctant but do it anyways and have a great time and it ends in fluff? Thank you!

Word Count: 1200+

Triggers: none

A/N this was posted on my phone so sorry about how shitty it looks.

Permanent Taglist: 
@helllaellla @bovaria @marvel-ash @marvelfanfichq @givebuckyhisplums2k16 @starstar1012 @fairy-frills @emilypkuzu @annadier @buckystories @shamvictoria11 @feelmyroarrrr @totheendofthelinepal @fvckingavengers @thelazyorange @creatorofwritings @callingmrsbarnes @whotheeffisbucky @palaiasaurus64 @likochkah @professional-fandoms @james-bionic-barnes @intergalacticpanic @ccrossfire @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked @blacwings-and-bucky-barnes @you-fightme @lilasiannerd @cornflax01 @amethystblue @thatbitchsaidhi @willowtighe @trppylynn

‘Oh, god no! You are not wearing that to a club’ Natasha yelled at you after barging into your room and seeing you in comfy clothes.

‘Well, I guess I’ll have to stay home in my PJs’ you sung happily, turning your back to her.

‘No you are coming with us!’ She started shuffling through your clothes.

‘I don’t know… Club’s not really my scene’ you said, crawling into bed. But before you could move the covers she grabbed your arm and force you out.

‘Then how did you get that information from that guy who worked at a club’


‘Or get super drunk and make me pick you up from outside a club’


‘Or w-’

‘Because Barnes wasn’t there’ you almost screamed. Even the sound of his name on your lips gave you a mixture of hatred and, most important, lust.

‘There it is’ Nat smirked at you.

‘I’m not going to have my night ruined by watching him get danced on by a dozen girls then go home with at least them when I could spend it with Chandler Bing’

‘Really, you had Joey and you picked Chandler?’ You shrugged off her comment, ‘either way you’re coming to the club. Don’t make me force you’

‘Alright, I’m going. But if I have a bad time I’m blaming you’ you shooed her out of your room so you could get dressed in peace.


‘You clean up nice, doll’ wanda mocked, trying to copy Bucky’s brooklyn accent.

‘As much as an amazing spy you are, voice imitation isn’t really your thing’ you huffed out. ‘Doll’ smirking as you repeated bucky’s nickname for you. ‘Now let’s get this over with’


The boys were already at the club, masses of girls surrounding Tony, Steve and Sam for a picture and dance. You would have assumed he was in the bathroom but you saw no fourth drink. Just the ones the other three men drank from.

‘Great, he’s already picked up some girl’

‘You don’t know that’ Natasha tried consoling you. ‘Anyway, it doesn’t matter because you are going to have fun, with or without him’

‘That’s right’ you said confidently. Then you saw something that made your mood drop and it must have shown in your face.

‘What?’ Wanda asked

‘The door’ you whispered, tilting your head towards the object of your sorrow. Bucky Barnes.

‘Shit’ both wanda and natasha cursed in unison, knowing you’d be in a horrible mood tonight. If the plan doesn’t work, that is.

‘I’m gonna go get a drink’ you sighed and disappeared into the crowd of people.

At that moment the two other girls made their way over to Tony, Steve and Sam.

‘So the plan’s all set?’ Steve whispered.

‘Yup, we just need to get her a little more drun- HEY BUCKY!’

‘Hey, nat…’ bucky said, squinting his eyes suspiciously. ‘I’m gonna go get a drink’

‘Yeah, have fun girl’ nat sassed him, making the brunet even more confused

Once he had left Tony bent down to Natasha’s ear, speaking over the music. ‘What the hell was that?’

‘I don’t know, I’m really nervous’ she whispered back.

‘Did my plan make THE black widow nervous?’ Tony boosed, smiling to himself proudly. It only lasted a second before Nat’s hand found the back of his head.

‘Shut up’

‘Hey guys! Look who I found!’ You yelled over the music, oblivious to the conversation the others just had. Behind you was Bucky, grinning madly at his friends.

The 7 of you had a great night. The club was now quieter and suddenly there was a change of light. The cool blue tones of the room turned a hot red and the music moved away from a heavy beat.

‘We have a few guest for tonight only!’ The speakers started blasting Shakira’s “Hips Don’t Lie” and a mass of girls wearing hips scarfs and belly tops started dancing.

A few of them pulled girls up from the crowd and got them to dance with them. A few of the girls were really good and others had no rhythm in them at all. You laughed so hard until you saw a hand in front of your face.

You tried to decline the offer to dance but the two girls around you pushed you to. Wanda and Natasha moved so naturally.

After watching them for a bit - plus the alcohol running through your blood - you got into it. Your hips moved so easily, back and forth. One of the girls gave you a hip scarf that made an amazing sound when you moved.


When you finally got home your heels had dug into your feet and you actually moaned when you took them off. The girls let you keep the hip scarf so you hung it up on the wall opposite your bed.

After getting changed into your pjs and sobering up a little your ran your hands over the beads that covered the new fabric on your wall you heard a knock at your door.

Walking over, your bare feet made no noise on the carpeted floor.

‘Bucky? What are you doing here?’ You said, trying not to show how your heart had sped up as soon as you knew it was him.

‘You left your coat at club’ he said holding out said object.

‘Thank you, buck’

‘You were really good tonight… at dancing’ he mumbled, his eye contact not as continuous as usual.

‘Thanks’ you said, a small smile on your face like a schoolgirl.

‘You looked really beautiful tonight’ his words took you by surprise. Honestly, you thought he would be in bed with another girl. Although you’d never actually seen him with another girl. And steve did say he’d changed a lot from when they were kids. Maybe he wasn’t the womaniser you thought he was.

‘Thank you. You looked beautiful toni- handsome. You looked handsome tonight. You still do look handsome now’ you stumbled, a nervous laugh lying over every work. ‘I really fucked that up, didn’t I’

You hadn’t noticed till now but bucky had inched his way towards you and he was now close enough for you to hear him breathing.

‘No, I don’t think you did’ his hand slowly made its way up to your cheek, tilling your head up and making it easier to kiss you.

Kiss you. Bucky was kissing you. And you had no idea what to do with your hand. But after the original shock has settled your arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him tighter. That action deepened the kiss.

When you decided to pull away his eyes were still shut and lips still parted. You moved away from him and into your room.

‘Good night, Bucky’ you said before slowly closing the door and falling face first onto the bed, your stomach in knots.

On the other side of the door bucky was practically skipping down the hall to his blond best friend.


‘She kissed me. Well actually I kissed her but then she kissed me back and I think I need to sit down.’ He rambled on before lying on the nearest surface, that happened to be a couch. ‘Thank you guys so much for everything tonight!’

‘We’re glad you two finally made it’ wanda smiled at him.

In the kitchen Tony and Natasha stood side by side. ‘Mission complete’ Nat confirmed before high fiving the brunet on her right. Both proud of the work they had done that day.

The Truth Behind Death At Columbine

The Columbine Effect > Victim #1 LAUREN TOWNSEND. TABLE 1.

#1 Was found lying on her left side , bent at the waist , head to the north ,feet to the east ,under the northwest corner of the table. She was dressed in a blue top , denim pants and dark boots. Multiple bullet holes were noted in the back of the shirt. Bloodstains associated with the upper two holes were consistent with drainage of blood was present under the left arm. A linear blood drainage stain was present in the rectal area. Bullet holes were present in the right thigh area with surrounding blood drainage stains consistent with the position of the body as found. Transfer bloodstains were present on the lower legs and on the sides and bottom of the boots. These bloodstains were not associated with injuries to the victim. Bloodstains on the carpet indicated that the legs of the victim were moved to the east through wet bloodstains to their position as found. The position of Table 2 and the surrounding chairs were marked on the carpet and then moved to view the body. Additional bullet holes were noted in the front crotch area when the body was moved. LAUREN TOWNSEND WAS AN INNOCENT CHILD.


#2 Was found lying on the floor in a prone position to the southeast of Table 2. She was dressed in a black shirt , denim pants and black/white tennis shoes. An entry wound consistent with a shotgun discharge was present in the lower left back of the body. The plastic shotgun cup/wad was present in the wound tract. Several associated pellet holes were present adjacent to the main entry wound. Drainage of blood from the wound was minimal and consistent with the position of the body as found. Drainage of blood from the nose/mouth area was consistent with the position of the body as found. No other bloodstains were present on the body. A single shotgun blast entered the lower left back ,traveled straight upward ,and the pellets were contained in the upper left back area. The acute angle of travel through the body indicated that the victim was in a prone or near prone position when shot.


#3 Was found lying on the floor in a prone position to the southeast of Table 6. He was dressed in a dark T-shirt , denim pants , and white/black tennis shoes. Three projectiles had entered the right side of the head/neck area and exited the left side. Numerous wood fragments and pieces of foam padding were dispersed in the area of the body. Drainage of blood from the right side of the head was consistent with the position of the body as found. A large pool of blood was present on the carpet extending to the west of the victim’s head area and under the victim’s chest and right arm. The victim’s eyeglasses were present under the lower portion of the face. No bloodstains were noted on the pants or shoes of the victim. No impact blood spatter was noted in the area.


#4 Was found lying on the floor in a prone position to the west of table 14. He was dressed in a grey shirt , denim pants ,and brown leather boots. A large concentrated bloodstain consistent with drainage from the rear of the neck and the upper chest was found under the body. This pooling of blood continued onto the carpet to the west of the body. A large concentrated transfer bloodstain was present on the lower back area of the clothing and body. No wounds were present in this area of the body. A single bullet entered the left arm ,continued through and entered the left chest ,and exited the back of the neck. A second single bullet entered the upper back leaving an atypical entrance hole and lodged in the left chest. A third single bullet entered the back and lodged in the left chest. The bloodstain originated on the exterior of the outer shirt , soaked through the thermal undershirt and onto the skin of the victim. A strap from the victim’s backpack was present under the left arm of the victim and the backpack was found to the west of the body. The bottom of the backpack was heavily blood soaked. No corresponding stain was present on the carpet under the position of the backpack as found. A pattern in the pooled blood to the west of the body was consistent with the size and shape of the backpack bottom. The bloodstain patterns were consistent with the backpack initially lying in the pool of blood of the victim ; and then moved to the floor to the west of the body.

Last edited by rik75 on Tue Dec 03, 2013 7:48 pm; edited 4 times in total
on Tue Nov 19, 2013 11:37 am
by rik75

#5 Was lying found lying on his right side under Table 9 in the middle section. He was dressed in a tan shirt , denim pants and black/gray tennis shoes. His right arm extended to the south and the wrist area was positioned on top of the right rear stile of chair 9E. The chair was found lying on its back to the south of the victim. An injury to the fingers of the right hand was and a small pool of blood of dripped blood was found under the position of the hand. A concentrated pool of blood was present under the head ,neck and shoulder area of the victim. Eyeglasses were found under the head of the victin ,partially on the upper face. Chair 9E had a bullet path through the chair , entry in the seat cushion and exit in the front upper wooden rail. Wood fragments were dispersed over the body. A number of wood fragments were embedded into the right forearm of the victim. An injury to the right ear was noted upon repositioning of the body prior to transport. Three projectiles had entered the right side of the head/neck area and exited the left side. Additional injuries to the torso were consistent with shotgun pellets. The fatal injury was a single bullet that entered the nose and exited the back.

Daniel Mauser was an Innocent Child


#6 Was on his back under Table 16 against the north table leg or support. His right leg was extended to the west and his left leg under his right thigh. Possible Burns were seen on his left hand , the center and right side of his gray , long sleeved shirt and two dark areas on his blue jeans. He was wearing white athletic shoes , white socks , and a ball cap with the letter “ M ”. His head was towards the east. Blood was on his face and the left shoulder of his shirt. A hole was in the left front shoulder of the shirt. His right hand held some type of writing instrument. KECHTER suffered a gunshot wound to the chest ,with a left -to- right trajectory with possible wadding in the right lung. He also suffered burning from an unknown incendiary ( explosive or flammable ) device.

Matthew Kechter was an innocent child Victim #7 ISAIAH SHOELS. TABLE 16.

#7 A black male ,was to the south of ,and slightly under , KECHTER. He was generally facedown with the left side of his chest slightly above the floor. His legs were extended generally to the west. SHOELS head was towards the west. He suffered a gunshot wound perforating the left arm ,entering the left chest ,and exiting below the right armpit. Two pieces of wadding were found in the right arm of his shirt and a possible shotgun slug between his two shirts.

Isaiah Shoels was an Innocent Child


#8 A white male , was seated on the floor leg area of computer station number LMC 17. This station was at the west end of the south side of the south row of computer stations. His back was against the west panel with his right leg partially bent under his left leg , which was also partially bent. His arms were crossed at the wrists and in his lap. He was wearing a short sleeve blue shirt , blue jeans ,white socks and brown and black boots. He suffered a tangential wound to his right shoulder and a perforating wound entering on the right side of the neck and exiting on the left.

Steven Curnow was An Innocent Child


#9 A white female was found under Table 19. Her shoulders were against the west side of the table ,her head tilted to the north ,and her legs extended to the east. She was wearing a green short sleeve shirt over a black shirt ,light blue jeans ,white socks and black boots. She suffered a defensive wound to the right middle finger. There was blood on the right side of her face , her right hand ,and the right and center portions of her clothing. An apparent contact or near contact wound was visible on the back of the right hand. Another wound was visible on the right side of the head.

Cassie Bernall was An Innocent Child


#10 A white or Hispanic male was on the floor in front of the south side of the north bank of computer station 7. He was on his right side , head facing southwest ,with his left leg extended south and bent at the hip and his right leg bent under the left. His left arm was under him and his right arm partially under his head. He was wearing a blue and green coat over a white shirt ,black pants and black athletic shoes. Three pellets had entered his right shoulder and exited the lower back. He had a head wound with seven holes and a shot cup in his head.

Kyle V was An Innocent Child


#11 A white male ,was on his back with his head pointing east. His legs were bent at the hip with his knees towards the north and his lower legs pointing west. His left arm was across his stomach with a fingerless black glove on his left hand. His right arm was extended by his side and his right hand was around the grip of the TEC-9 pistol. Gray tape , holding two match strikers to the inside of the forearm ,was around his right wrist. He was wearing a black T-shirt with the word “ Wrath ” in red on the front ,black cargo pants , black boots and white socks. A large knife was on the left side of his belt. His face was bloodstained and a pool of blood was on the carpet under his head. Ammunition on his body included 14 rounds of 2 ¾". Federal shotgun shells in an ammunition belt around his waist ;in a bandoleer were 19 rounds of Federal 00 buck shells ;numerous live shotgun shells in a pouch in a pants pocket. There was a near contact wound to the left temple with a corresponding exit wound through the right temple. He also aspirated blood. He could have been capable of some involuntary movement. A pool of blood on the carpet to the north ,east and south of KLEBOLD’S(#11) head ,as well as to the west under his left shoulder. There was a bloodstain on the area on the back of his left arm above the elbow that was not consistent with being formed with the arm in the position found. In addition , some of the blood flows on the face were also formed with the head in a position other than found. These flows were consistent with KLEBOLD’s head resting on the right side of the face to allow the blood flow on the left side out of the wound. There were bloodstains on his right bicep and left center portion of the neck. The underside of the bill of the ball cap to the north of KLEBOLD appeared to be blood-soaked. This cap was in close proximity to the bloodstained area of the left knee of the pants worn by HARRIS.

No longer Innocent but was a victim of bullying and fell to depression and suicidal thoughts and Child who lost his place in the world

Body #11. ERIC HARRIS.

A white male was to the north of KLEBOLD. The upper back was leaning against the bottom shelf of the west side of Row 6 with his head pointed south. His skull was open at the top and the shelves behind ( to the east ) of him and the ceiling above him and the carpet below him were bloodstained. The heaviest areas of blood staining above the floor level were on the bookshelves to the east ( which his body was resting against ) were in line with his waist and legs and above his body. The stains on the ceiling and shelves were consistent with HARRIS receiving the gunshot wound to the head while he was in a seated position. At least two indentations were found on the underside of the metal shelves above and slightly north of the position of HARRIS hips and legs. The physical evidence was consistent with HARRIS’ torso generally facing west with his buttocks on or near the floor and his back near or resting against the west end of bookshelf Row 6. His head and upper torso moved to the south or left. His arms were by his chest with his forearms and hands angled up towards his face. He had a fingerless black glove on his right hand , which was next to a green pouch with shot shells. His legs were somewhat extended to the west. He was wearing a white T-shirt , black pants with a green ammunition belt , black boot and a knife strapped to his right leg. He had an ammunition pouch in his left cargo pants pocket. That pouch contained 10 rounds of Winchester 12 gauge shotgun shells ,each shell labeled as containing 15 pellets of 00 buck. Two single-column magazines with 9 mm rounds were in a pants pocket. A black ball cap with the letter “B” was between HARRIS’s left leg and KLEBOLD’s head. HARRIS had a shotgun wound to his head with the muzzle in his mouth. Bleeding was observed through his nose. At this time skull fragments from HARRIS ,some with circular holes through them were collected. When the body of HARRIS was being moved into the body bag , a mass of blood fell out of the open skull and landed on the carpet where KLEBOLD’s body had been. No longer Innocent but was a victim of bullying and fell to depression and suicidal thoughts and Child who lost his place in the world The events that unfolded at Columbine High School on April 20 1999 were tragic and very sad but we all have to learn that you can’t treat people any kind of way and not expect them to just continue and let it happen it’s not right and it’s sad that it took something like this to happen for them to realize it but those teachers knew Eric and Dylan were getting bullied they didn’t say anything because they saw them as weird and outcasts because of how they dressed and the fact that they were not on a sports team everyone knows the jocks ruled the school.And on the other hand Eric and Dylan did not have to kill those kids they could have just damaged the school Last note. This is what caused Columbine The Jocks bullied E/D the teachers/staff did nothing about it the other kids didn’t help them defend them so that caused them to hate the school then the people who attended and the worser their depression they began to hate the world. When they tried to be normal/themselves people made them feel powerless and no one wants to be powerless so what do you do you make yourself strong and they felt that their revenge would make them strong and being strong meant weapons. They went to that school and let out all the hell they endured that’s why people said they were laughing as they were killing people. They were doing this because it was a I have the power now type of situation. They wanted to make them feel what they felt they wanted them to feel the nothingness just like them. E/D felt they weren’t worth anything so they had no problem with death but it doesn’t have to be that way never let people mistreat you and be kind to others and stand up and always do the right thing. (TheColumbineEffect) R.I.P April 20 1999

(Show me your broken heart and I’ll take you as you are)

“I’m Sorry, Tony.”

Bad title, I know, but I couldn’t come up with anything better…

Summary: Losing people is inevitable. But losing this person… the effects are felt by everyone. Based on this post.

Warnings: Major character death.


It happened before any of them could stop it.

One minute Peter had been standing there, a smile on his face, ready to fight, and the next he was flying through the air, a sharp piece of metal embedded in his chest.

He hit the ground hard and as he looked around he realized he couldn’t see a thing.

In a matter of seconds, his mask had been pulled off and as his eyes adjusted he saw Tony and felt the warm embrace of his arms around him.

“I’m sorry, Tony. I’m sorry,” he said.

“Don’t talk. You need to save your energy.”

Tony’s eyes wandered from Peter’s face to the piece of metal in his chest.

Another figure had appeared and was now kneeling down beside them.

Dr. Strange.

“Strange, what do I do?”

“If you leave the piece of metal in there it could be causing serious damage to his internal organs but if you take it out, he might bleed to death.”

Tony turned to Peter, “Your call, kid.”

Dr. Strange opened his mouth to protest, but quickly shut it after a glare from Tony.

“Pull it out,” said Peter in a matter of seconds.

“Okay, this is going to hurt.”

“I know,” said Peter.

Dr. Strange moved his hands in a circular motion and as if by magic the metal bent and then slowly left Peter’s body.

Peter howled in pain and his body writhed under Tony’s fingertips.

Blood began to pour out from the edges of his wound.

“Apply pressure now!” said Strange, placing one of his hands on Peter’s wound and nodding to Tony to do the same.

“How bad is it?” Peter asked.

“Not bad at all. You’re going to be fine,” Tony assured him.

Strange gave him a warning glance.

“Tony, he’s losing a lot of blood,” said Strange calmly.

“He’s not going to die, not on my watch he isn’t!”

Tony lifted Peter into his lap and held him.

He looked around at his companions still fighting effortlessly and yet here was Peter lying broken and bleeding on the ground.

Why had the battle not ceased?

What was more important than Peter Parker’s wellbeing?

Tony’s eyes flickered back to Peter who seemed to be going in and out of consciousness.

“Oh no you don’t. You stay awake, you hear me?”

“Sorry, Mr. Sta-Tony. I’m just really tired.”

“I know, but now is not the time to sleep. That’s what beds are for!”

A small smile formed on Peter’s lips but it transformed into a grimace as a wave of pain shot through his body.

Tony’s eyes wandered to his hands which were still tightly pressed against Peter’s chest.

He lifted one up and was shocked to see that his it was completely dyed red with blood.

“Strange, what do I do?” he asked frantically.

“There’s not much you can do at this point except make him comfortable.”

Tony swallowed hard and bit his lip.

“Hey Tony, do me a favor and tell my Aunt May I love her.”

Tony didn’t know what to say so he just nodded.

Peter’s vision was starting to get blurry again and his body was growing cold.

Tony could sense this as well and his hold on Peter tightened.

“I’m going to die, aren’t I?”

“No. No, you’re going to live-”

“You don’t have to lie to me. It’s okay.”

“-and you’re going to go back to being the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man and you’re going to go to college and suffer through a bunch of your aunt’s horrible meals, but by god, you’re going to live kid!”

It was then that Tony realized Peter was no longer listening and that his eyes had closed and his body had gone still.

“Peter?” Tony asked, shaking him ever so slightly.

Peter didn’t budge.

“Peter please,” he begged.

Still nothing.

Tony’s face was now wet with tears and the screams coming from his theist were inhumane.

“Strange, help me,” he managed to say.

Strange immediately began doing CPR.

In all the commotion, Groot had approached the scene and he bowed his head in silence.

He was but a teenager himself and seeing Peter who was so similar to him in age lying dead before him caused him to rely on Rocket for support, who had just climbed up on his shoulders for a better view.

“I am Groot,” he said sadly.

“Yeah, buddy. I know,” said Rocket, patting him gently on the shoulder.

Sensing Tony’s pain, Wanda began to scream and fell to her knees as flashes of red light illuminated their surroundings.

This caused the rest of the group to stop and rush towards the direction of the light.

Peter Quill fired his weapon in every direction as the bad guys kept on coming.

“What’s going on?” said Scott, running besides him.

“I’m not entirely sure, but I think someone’s hurt.”

The two of them stopped dead in their tracks as they were met with the image of Tony sobbing hysterically and holding the body of Peter Parker while Strange continued to attempt CPR.

Simultaneously, Rhodes was trying to pull Tony away from Peter, but Tony stayed put.

“Tony, it’s no use. He’s gone,” he kept saying.

This caused Tony to cry harder.

Strange checked for a pulse in Peter’s wrist and then his neck, but nodded sadly in Tony’s direction when he didn’t find either.

Tony thought he was going to pass out.

The world had stopped moving and the voices which were crying out to him were nothing but muffled screams.

Rhodes had now managed to pry him away from Peter much to his dismay.

As he came to his senses he watched as both Scott and Clint reached for the photos of their children in their pockets.

As the rest of the crew arrived, Strange had managed to find a blanket among the wreckage which he used to cover Peter’s body.

They all stood there in silence except for Tony’s constant wailing with tears streaming down their faces.

There was no way Peter Parker could be dead.

It was impossible.

He was going to go to college. Get married. Start a family.

But all of that was ruined.

Thanos was going to pay for what he’d done.


A fic! A fic based on my post! And the first time someone’s submitted something to me, I think. I’m living. I’m so happy. THANK YOU SO MUCH @commvnderriker for writing this (and sorry it took me so long to post it).

The Mechanic - A Roman Reigns One-Shot

An impromptu trip to a service station leads to an encounter with a sexy mechanic. Her car isn’t the only thing he works on. Roman Reigns/OC.

Comments will be greatly appreciated!

“No, no! Not now, goddamn it!” Anya smacked her hand on the dashboard, which was showing her bad news. The check engine light had come on out of nowhere, and before she knew it her car had stuttered into a complete standstill on the side of the road. “Great, just great,” she griped. 

Her 2005 Chevy Impala always seemed to have one issue or the other. In the past year, the alternator had given up, then the air-conditioning had died on her, and now it was obviously the engine’s turn. The car was just a goddamn mess, and her former quack of a mechanic hadn’t helped matters either. But berating him was not going to solve her current dilemma. She still had a couple more errands to run, and she was yet to get her grocery shopping done. But now, the car wouldn’t crank anymore, and worse, it was a Sunday. She didn’t know many service stations that were open on Sundays.

Keep reading

Kidnapped Part 2 - James March Smut - (AHS: Hotel)

part 1 | part 3 | part 4

Requested: yup

     -request:  “Hey babe! Mind doing a part 2 to the Mr. March smut you posted? Maybe they celebrate Devil’s Night so the reader is at the dinner with the famous killers. And then smut after. Thank you in advance. I really love this blog!! You’re amazing!” -anon

Type: smut

Warnings: smut, dom!James

Summary: Despite the fact that you had met him because he had you kidnapped so that he could kill you, you ended up staying with James. He tells you about Devil’s Night, and you ask to come, but he’s against the idea because he wants to protect you. But eventually, with a little convincing, you get him to take you with. (;

Notes: ig you can read it w/out part 1 and it’ll still probably make sense but there’s smut in part 1 too and it’ll probably make more sense if you read part 1 first, it’s linked at the top ((:


The first night you had met James Patrick March, you had been brought to his room to be his next murder victim, but he saw how undeniably beautiful you were and decided to have some fun with you instead. Shockingly, this led to something more than that, and even though it had only been a month or so since that night, you were a fairly “serious” couple. You shared a room in the hotel, a bed, and the two of you definitely did the unmentionable (quite a lot) in said bed.

So one morning, when you awoke, you were surprised to not be in his arms like usual. You rolled over onto your back and felt for him, but the only thing you touched was the cold sheets where he normally slept. Your eyes cracked open, and you frowned slightly as you sat up in the bed, wondering why he wasn’t in it with you. You glanced at the clock on your bedside table, seeing that it was only 7:38 am. You looked the other way and immediately spotted him getting dressed. He was wearing dark brown slacks, and buttoning up a crisp white dress shirt.

“Why are you up so early?” you mumbled, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

He looked up when he heard your soft voice, and a smile immediatly lit up his face when he saw you were awake. “Ah, good morning darling,” he said, coming over to kiss your forehead.

“Very early morning,” you commented, still waiting for him to answer your question.

He chuckled and sat down next to you. “Well, seeing as it’s October 30th–”

“Oh my god, happy birthday!” you said, leaning over to straddle his lap and kiss him, thinking you knew what he meant.

He laughed again, shaking his head. “No no no, not that, I couldn’t care less that it’s been another year since the anniversery of my birth. It’s Devil’s Night,”

You looked at him questioningly, and he went on to explain that it was the night before Halloween, so it was considered a special holiday to people like him and you immediatly understood what he meant. It was a special holiday to killers.

When he was done explaining that there would be a dinner party at the hotel tonight, you asked if you could come with him.

“No. Absolutely not.” he said, standing up from the bed and grabbing his suspenders to put on.

“What? Why not?”

“I don’t want to frighten you with this type of thing, I think it’s better to just keep my work and our relationship seperate.” “But James-”

“No. That’s final.” he said, putting his arms through his blazer.

“Fine, I’ll go out tonight then. At least then I’ll have something to do.”

“No you absolutely will not, Y/N. It’s not safe. On any night but today or tomorrow, that would be fine, but not tonight.” he said firmly.

You rolled your eyes. “Great, so you’re making me stay here alone, with no internet or phone signal, because I apparently can’t go with you to your thing or go out and do my thing. Wow, I’m so excited, I can’t wait to do absolutely nothing. Thanks, dad.” you muttered. James immediatly felt a little guilty for being so controlling. He knew you should be able to do what you want and not be left alone all night, but he had to go to the dinner party, and he most definitely didn’t want you going out anywhere alone on a night like this. He rubbed his hands over his face. “Fine, you can come to the dinner. But there’ll be some dangerous peple there, my love. You have to understand that when I say this-– while we’re there, you must stay by my side the entire night, alright?” “Okay,” you agreed, happy that he was even letting you come with. He wasn’t normally controlling like this, and you thought he was being a bit overdramatic and overprotective, but in a way you kind of liked it. You could tell how much he really cared about you, even if it could be annoying at times. ————————— “James? Are you almost ready? It’s 10 till 6!” you called from across your large bedroom, to James who was on the other side at his dresser. You were standing at your vanity, slipping a pair of diamond earrings into your ears before smoothing out your knee length royal blue dress. He must have been closer than you thought, because you then suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind. “I’m ready whenever you are darling.” he replied, resting his chin on your shoulder. You turned around in his grasp to face him, placing a small kiss on the tip of his nose. “You look positively stunning, Y/N.” He smiled widely and let you out of his arms to retrieve your shoes. You stepped into your black pumps and started towards the door, knowing that James was close behind. You swayed your hips a little bit more than usual as you walked, knowing how amazing this dress made your ass look. Suddenly, you felt a firm smack come down on your rear. “James!” you scolded him with a giggle. He just kissed your cheek innocently in response, as his arm came to rest around your hips. You walked down the main corridor until you came to the elevator. James pushed the button for the first floor, and peppered your neck and cheek with tiny kisses as you waited. Soon enough, you arrived at the main meeting room of the hotel, which had been set up with a large dining room table and a set of twelve chairs, with two at each head and four at the sides. A few guests were already seated, chatting amongst themselves as they waited for the food to come out. “Hello everyone!” James called, drawing their attention to the two of you. As the guests turned around, you could see faces you recognized from the news or old books– Jefferey Dahmer, John Wayne Gacy. Hadn’t they all died years ago? James must have snesed how tense you’d become, because his grip on your waist instantly became tighter as he led you to the head of the table and pulled out your chair.

Both of you took your seats, and you could feel him scooting his chair closer to yours, and then placing one hand protectively on your thigh. You knew it was just meant to be reassuring and protective, but you couldn’t deny the fact that it was turning you on. As everyone began eating and talking, you felt his hand slowly inch higher up your thigh. You clenched your thighs together, trying to relieve yourself from the small bit of arousal that you were feeling. James must have felt you doing so, because his hand immediately crept higher and rested on your clothed clit. You let out a small moan by accident, and you felt a few pairs of eyes looking at you questioningly. Your cheeks flushed bright red, and you could hear James laughing quietly next to you. “Uh, you alright Y/N?” One of the guests asked, her expression a mix between surprise and confusion. “Oh, um, y-yeah, I’m just not feeling too well.” you responded quickly. James immediately followed up what you said by adding in, “I should probably take Y/N upstairs to rest since she’s not feeling well. Goodnight everyone!” he stood up and pushed his chair in before holding a hand out for you. You gladly took it and followed him out of the room. As soon as the two of you were in the elevator, he shoved you up against the wall and smashed his lips against yours. You groaned into his mouth and one of his hands slipped in between your legs and under your dress, so that he could start teasingly rubbing your clit through your panties. Soon enough, the elevator door opened and James took this as his cue to pick you up bridal style and carry you to the room. He quickly unlocked the door and then pushed it open and set you down. “Y/N, go to our bed, I want you naked and waiting for me by the time I come in, do you understand?” You nodded your head, but apparently that wasn’t enough, because he added, “Use your words.” “Yes, I understand.” you corrected yourself, and then practically ran to your bedroom in excitement. You could tell he was feeling extremely dominant tonight, and that was the best kind of sex in your opinion, apart from angry sex. Once you got to your room, you quickly pulled off your clothes and laid back on the bed, with your left leg bent and your right leg extended flat. You could feel how wet you were getting, so you let one hand slowly slip between tour thighs and lazily rub over your pussy. James came in about two minutes later, still partially dressed, but now without his shoes, suspenders, and shirt. You looked up at him and bit back a smile– he was so perfect. And he was all yours. He didn’t join you on the bed, instead he said, “Come here,” and began to unbutton his pants. Your stomach did flips as you realized what he wanted you to do. Once his pants were off, and you were standing in front of him, he kissed you quickly before pulling away and saying, “On your knees.” You did what he said, and patiently waited as he shoved his boxers down. His erection stood straight up, flushed at the head and already decorated with a single drop of precum. You looked up at him, almost or permission. before taking him in your hand and kitten licking his tip. James threw his head back at the feeling, and wove his fingers through your hair once you took him in your mouth. You couldn’t fit all of him in because of his length, so you pumped the part that you couldn’t fit in your mouth with your hand. “Oh, god,” he groaned as you started bobbing your head up and down his cock. This was always one of your favorite parts of sex with James– sure, you loved it that he was always dominant with you, but when you were giving him a blowjob was the one time you had complete control over him. His hips involuntarily bucked into your mouth, making you gag a little bit. “Stop.” You pulled away, looking up at him expectantly. “Come here darling, I want you to lay back and relax.” he said, leading you to the bed. You laid back, your stomach bubbling in anticipation of what was about to happen. James climbed on top of you, making sure to hold his weight on his knees and elbows so as not to hurt you, and reached one hand down to feel how wet you were. “Mm, so wet and I’ve barely touched you yet.” he commented, continuing to rub his fingers over your clit and almost inside of you. “Please,” you whimpered. You’d had enough of this teasing, right now you just wanted him to fuck you. “Please what, love?” “Please fuck me, I need you,” you groaned, placing your arms around his back. He smirked at your words before lining himself up with your entrance and pushing into you slowly. Once you let out a moan of approval, he started thrusting in and out of you, occasionally leaving kisses on your neck and jaw. And hickeys– can’t forget about those; James almost always gave you hickeys when you were in the bedroom, marking you as his and only his. “Ohhh,” you moaned as his hand came in contact with your clit, rubbing hard but slow circles as he continued fucking you. “Fuck, James.” He usually wasnt very loud in bed, focusing mainly on your pleasure while he fucked you, but this time he let out loud, breathy moans of your name. “God I’m so close,” your warned him. He started rubbing your clit faster in response. “Good girl. You going to come for me, Y/N? Come all over my cock?” His dirty talking must have set you off, because as soon as he finished that sentence, you orgasmed. You pushed your hips up and let out a long moan, letting him know you’d come. You could tell he was close, so you gently kissed his neck and collarbones, hoping that the small gesture would help him get to his orgasm faster. Sure enough, just a few seconds later, you felt him still inside you, and then hot spurts of his cum filling you up. “Fuck,” he muttered, leaning down to kiss you properly. You tightened your grip around his neck, pulling him closer to you and opening your mouth to let him kiss you deeper. He smiled into the kiss, quietly saying, “I love you.” He’d said it before, on the first day you met, but never since then. You figured he had realized that you couldn’t be in love with someone the first time you met them, and that he either didn’t love you yet, or was just waiting for the right time before he said it. But as soon as the words left his mouth, you felt your stomach doing flips. “I love you more James.”

I hope this is sorta what you had in mind when you requested this? If anyone wants a third part I can do that too lol, I’ll keep this going as long as you guys want me to. If anyone has any other requests, for anyone from AHS, send me an ask telling me who you want it with, if you want smut or fluff, and a brief storyline! xx -l


anonymous asked:

That ls felt a little off. Phil was on great form and was funny and interesting but dan didnt seem to be in such a good place. For example him choosing to read out things where people were calling him ugly then the whole 'how would you feel if phil died' thing, some parts were just very uncomfortable. Plus 'wholesome phil' thing seemed a little forced and dan didnt really play along so it was kind of a flop. But dint get me wrong, some parts like the flowers and the haircut were so good

i’m with you actually!!!!! i know a lot of people really liked this live show and i think i did too overall because like,, it’s just so clear that dnp are at extreme levels of comfort with each other and they’re so set in this domestic life they have together and 93 percent of this ls was them bickering and arguing mixed in w little stories and jokes. objectively, that’s lovely, but in my current mood it didn’t really feel very nice to watch at some points, especially because i thought dan was particularly bent on dragging phil left right and center, not just through sarcastic remarks and mocking voices and disagreement but even in his body language and facial expressions (like he was constantly frowning in confusion or rolling his eyes and whatnot). usually when dan does this phil is pretty good about being able to respond with his own witty and sarcastic comebacks but i think the reason this ls felt a bit off was bc phil’s bants were lacking and so the sarcasm was a bit unbalanced in favor of dan coming at phil constantly (a great example was at the start when dan leaned off frame and phil was trying to explain the live show and said “it’s like a little podcast” and dan starts mocking him in a high-pitched voice. the only way phil responded was by going “it is like a podcast!” before pulling him back into the frame. another example was when dan was sort of dragging phil’s content decisions when phil suggested they make a video of him curling his fringe, and dan sort of made it sound like his ~artistic process~ of contemplating philosophical themes or whatever the fuck was superior in some way,,,, though he was quick to shut himself down for that as well by reminding everyone that he still thinks the end product is shit i guess.) 

all of dan’s teasing was definitely so clearly steeped in fondness and affection, like obviously dan respects phil x a million and phil can handle himself blah blah blah, but that doesn’t mean it’s always fun to watch from an outsiders’ perspective and esp if you’re feeling particularly sensitive to harshness/sarcastic jokes yourself! i felt like this live show was a great example of how that whole feeling of third wheeling them when they’re at their most couple-y can actually be a bit uncomfortable bc this is reality for people in long term relationships ,,, it’s not mushy softness and affection, it’s just jokes and teasing and sarcasm born out of this extensive knowledge of each other and comfort around each other and the fact that they share every bit of their lives with each other. so for me this viewing experience was very much like ‘ok i wouldn’t like it if someone was talking to me like this but remember this is how they are and who they are and dan isn’t just any random stranger teasing phil, he’s dan, and phil probs thinks it’s funnier than anything and that’s all great and isn’t it lovely how settled they are in this life ahhh.’ in short, i totally understand why this live show felt a little bit weird to you and i really agree with how you felt, but i hope this helps you sort of contextualize some of that negativity. 

Rock Bottom - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Request: Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Bucky x college age reader where they dislocate their shoulder during a swim meet and Bucky kinda helps out(cause I just did and I need a pick me up) ? Idk if this is good or doable but thank you anyway ❤

Warnings: Mild profanity. Injury.

Words: 840

A/N: Did- did you see what I did with the title?

Anyway,don’t know if this is what you wanted? Don’t know if you wanted some hinting of a romantic interest? But this is what it turned into. It’s also extremely short which I can blame on no one but me-self.


Originally posted by pinkfloydvinyl

She dropped her towel on the pier, the rays of the early, morning sun casting a golden glow on her skin and warming it slowly. A thin fog laid over the lake in front of her and birds tweeted in the forest nearby, causing the moment to become completely magical, despite the concrete construction of the new Avengers Facility behind her whose lake she was swimming in.

She walked to the ledge of the pier and looked down into the surprisingly clear water, seeing the pebble bottom beneath. She bent down to her knees and reached with her hand for the water with a gasp. “That’s too good to be true for an outside lake.”

She smiled happily at the warm water which she had assumed to be freezing cold. She corrected her black swimsuit which couldn’t be any more basic even if she tried. She pressed her hands together and raised them above her head along with a deep inhale, pushing herself off the pier and into the water.

Her hands broke the surface, but she had aimed far too steep for the shallow shore. Her hands hit the bottom and her left arm bent forward, causing it to not bend much at all and therefor making her dive with a stiff arm right into the bottom. Her arm pushed back up naturally upon impact and the forceful push caused it to completely unhook from its hinges, so to speak.

She scrambled to the surface and stood up in the water that reached her chest, wincing loudly with a string of curses leaving her mouth as she grabbed her left arm with her right hand to keep it still. She waded to the shoreline and climbed through the greenery growing around the edges. She fell to her knees in the soft grass and did not glance to her arm until that point.

“Oh shit.” She looked at the bone which was poking out of her unnaturally, straining her skin.

“Y/N!” Her eyes snapped up towards the trail in the grass between the nearest building of bedrooms and the lake. She saw Bucky further off, wearing swimming trunks and waving at her unknowingly. As he noticed she didn’t wave back nor did she stand up from the ground, he realized something was wrong. “Y/N?”

He began jogging towards her and gasped upon seeing her shoulder. “Oh sweet mother of god… What happened to you?” He knelt beside her.

“I dove into the bottom and my arm just snapped somehow. I don’t know.” She admitted upon not being able to recall what had really been up and what had been down.

“Okay, lay down.” He became a lot calmer in a very short time which threw her off.


“I know how to pop it back.” He gestured for her to hurry.

Scared and in pain, she gave into him and moved to lay down with Bucky helping as much as he could. She breathed heavily and frequently, the pain becoming worse for a moment.

“Okay, roll over on your good arm.” He said and helped her do that too. Her back was against him when he grabbed ahold of her limp arm carefully. He stroked up and down with his hand carefully to calm her down.

“I didn’t know you went swimming every morning?” He lied, as he had watched her walk down to the lake every morning since it became warmer outside and had only been brace enough to attempt and join her that morning.

“What?” She repeated as she thought he would help her get her arm back in place. “Oh I like to do six laps to get some exercise.”

“And I guess the lake is a lot nicer than the pool here, huh?”

“Hundred percent. I love going here and just lay down on the pier to soak in the sun after my laps.” She admitted and he knew. However creepy it may sound to others, he had watched from the safety of his room just a bit further up the premises. He just couldn’t tear his eyes off of her. “The mornings are so peaceful out here that I just have to- OW! Fuck!”

He popped her arm back without wanting, causing her to roll over her stomach and bury her face in the grass.

“You asshole!” She cried out as she turned back around and sat up, holding the elbow of her left arm. “That’s not cool!”

“It’s better than to build up the stress by letting you know when I’m going to do it!” He justified and she only groaned in frustration, getting up off the ground.

“Yeah? Well I wanted a little heads-up before you relocated my goddamn shoulder…” She let out a sharp breath, moving her hand up and rubbing it over the sore muscles of her shoulder that still ached. “Thanks though…”

Bucky smiled at her silent thank you, watching her cheeks flush red as she had been so harsh towards him. “Any time, sweetie. Any time.”

City Streets

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Smoking/Cigarette Use and Alcohol Use.

Word Count: 1.2k+

A/N: I think this is a nice warm-up to continuing my writing once more as I’m a bit out of practice, but I’ll get back into the swing of things in no time. So, I gift you with something short and sweet and most likely continue-able! x. T

Manhattan, New York

.   .   .

        The view from the kitchen table wasn’t remarkable, but you did get a direct sight of the varying tenants of the building across from yours. They all were oblivious to your watchful gaze as you witnessed plenty of the things occurring at dinner every night, but to make it a little interesting on your part you gave everyone a stand-in name.

Keep reading