brain crash

Quite a few have been saying:”But what about laughing?”, in the comments of my ‘Weird Human Reactions to Fear: the Singing Edition’ post. My question is: do you know why humans laugh when shit gets real?

Laughter is our brain’s Blue Screen of Death.

Where a computer would throw up an error and possibly crash, our brains go:”well, shit”, and hit the big red button labelled: ‘LAUGHTER (and possibly applause, but probably not applause)’. Since we need our brains 24/7, we don’t have the luxury of error messages. So our brains buy some time to figure out what’s going on by making us laugh in the weirdest situations.

Imminent doom? Laugh.

Absolutely livid? Laugh.

Distraught? Laugh.

Pretty sure you’re gonna die? Laugh.

I mean, we can’t be sure the aliens don’t have brains that work the same way, but seeing as other animals on Planet Earth don’t really have that either… that’d probably freak them the fuck out too.

Not only do the gangly bipeds sing when they’re scared, they could just as easily start laughing.

in that Snafu set I made yesterday, root has her analogue interface box in the Machine’s footage from when she shot Denton Weeks. considering that TM has her in a red box during that part of Snafu AND had her in a red box back when she shot Weeks in Bad Code, I thought it was kind of odd. since finch’s footage seem to have the boxes from the time the footage was shot (meaning the boxes were embedded in the footage video and not the Machine tracking his image in the present time) I’m going to have to assume that TM went back and edited the analogue interface box into all previous footage of root. what sort of sappy AI nonsense….

anonymous asked:

imagining laura hollis reacting to this dw 13th doctor announcement is giving me life rn. She'd be so excited!!!!

You know exactly what you’re doing putting plot bunnies in my head, don’t you anon? … and it worked too… you sneaky cupcake. 

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The front door hadn’t even shut behind her when Carmilla suddenly had an armful of bouncing Laura Hollis. And then no Laura Hollis. And then arms full of Laura again.

“Carm! Did you hear the news?” Laura was practically wiggling with excitement, a flush in her cheeks and her eyes lit up with the sparkle that always made Carmilla’s heart flip over. “It’s like the best news all month!”

She grabbed Carmilla and kissed her full on the mouth. So hard and messy that Carmilla barely had time to respond before Laura was pulling back, arms locked around Carmilla’s neck. 

Carmilla wracked her brain, trying to balance Laura in one arm and hang her motorcycle keys on the hook with the other. She fought to keep her face impassive. She’d clearly forgotten something. Something important. 

Wedding anniversary. No. Birthday. No. Some strange modern holiday. No.

Doctor’s appointment?

She glanced over at the fridge and the tiny ultrasound photo prominently displayed in the center. No. That couldn’t be it. They’d just had one.

She had no idea. 

Still, she couldn’t disappoint the smiling girl in front of her. “Of course I did cutie,” Carmilla purred, her arms wrapping around Laura’s waist “But I’d rather hear it from you.”

Laura rolled her eyes but her smile never died as she kissed Carmilla on the nose and then broke away, grabbing the keys that Carmilla still hadn’t been able to hang successfully on the hook and popping them in place. “You don’t have to pretend for me, Carm. I know you don’t really care one way or the other but I just cannot believe that it’s a girl. I mean, I was hoping but I never thought it would actually happen and I just couldn’t stop smiling when I heard. Like, I think my face is going to split in two because it’s so great for feminism although it would have been nice to see some poc too because-”

Carmilla’s brain crashed to a halt halfway through Laura’s ramble.

“It’s a girl?” Carmilla could barely breath the words. Laura was still talking but Carmilla couldn’t focus on her words.

She stepped forward almost involuntarily, capturing Laura and pressing a hand against her stomach. The smallest curve against her palm where only days before the doctor had taken an ultrasound of the newest member of their family.

“I thought,” Carmilla couldn’t take her eyes off Laura’s stomach, “we were going to make it a surprise.”

Still. A daughter. Taylor. They’d decided. The thought filled her mind, unable to be shaken once the idea was in her head. 

“Did the Doctor call?” Carmilla continued, “or did Laf sneak in and run those tests they’ve been trying to get us to let them do?”

It’s a girl. It’s a girl. It’s a girl. Laura’s words rebounded through her head.

“It’s a girl?” Carmilla repeated. 

She only noticed when Laura stopped talking. Then two hands came up and cupped her face, the wedding band cool against her skin. Laura was still smiling but her smile was tinged with amusement, “Um, Carm? You have no idea what I’m talking about, do you?”

Carmilla kept her hands on Laura’s belly, “You said the baby’s a girl.”

Laura looked like she was biting back laughter, “I wasn’t talking about the baby, Carm. We agreed that was going to be a surprise. I wouldn’t do it without you.”

Carmilla frowned, “Then what were you talking about.”

“Um,” Laura blushed but was still practically bouncing on her toes, “The new doctor? Doctor 13 from Doctor Who? It’s going to be played by a girl this time! Jodie Whittaker. I’m so excited.”

Her eyes sparkled, face lighting up at the announcement.

Carmilla groaned, sinking back against the wall with a hand on her face, “You’re killing me, Mrs Karnstein. Absolutely killing me.”

“You love it,” Laura leaned in, pressing against Carmilla.”Although now that you’ve brought it up, how do you feel about the name Jodie?”

Carmilla closed her eyes, shook her head, and smiled. 

Female golf course employee

Ok, so our POS system does not allow refunds if someone slides their card. Like LITERALLY DOES NOT ALLOW IT. There’s no button for me to push. No tab to click on. I can’t do it.

So this man comes in, buys tokens for the driving range and a soda. I tell him everything he needs to know about the range and then off he goes.

We also allow 2 middle schools and the high school to use our facilities, so their golf teams can practice. 99.9% they never tell me what they are doing that day and I can’t spend my time looking out the windows to see, because I’m busy doing my job.

So the man comes back in.

“You didn’t tell me the range was full.”

I lean over the counter to look out the window. Sure enough, packed full of kids.
I say, “Uhhh… Give me a minute and I’ll tell them to move.”

The reason I asked for a minute was because I had a line of customers to deal with, and since I’m the only employee, I have to lock up the building when I leave.

He says, “Nah, never mind. Just give me a refund.” and places his tokens and drink on the counter.

I tell him, “I’m sorry, but since you ran your card, I can’t issue a refund.”

Then he replies, “Ok, just give me a refund.”

I stood there for a good second, thinking my brain had crashed or something. So I say again, “I apologize for this, but since you used your card, I am unable to do a refund. The system won’t allow it.”

He stares at me and then says, “Yes you can. Give me my money back.”

I sigh and resist the urge to roll my eyes. “Let me call my boss and see what I can do.”

I picked up my cell phone, because my boss’s number is programmed into it and it is much less hassle than trying to get our shop phone to dial out. I call him and tell him what has transpired so far. He reiterates the ‘no refund ability’ to me and tells me to ask if the man is local, so he can hang onto the tokens and use them another day if he so chooses.

I put the phone down on the counter behind the till, still connected to my boss.

“Sir, are you from the area?” I ask.

He sneers and says “I’m from *town literally 10 minutes away*.”

I reply, “Ok, great! My boss says that we can NOT do refunds, but since you’re in the area, go ahead and hang onto the tokens and use them next time you’re here. I apologize for the range being full, but the tokens don’t expire so no worries!”

He leans in across the counter, and hisses “don’t be a fucking bitch.”, grabs his tokens and drink and storms off.

I can hear my boss saying ‘hello? hello?’ through my phone so I pick it back up.

My boss says, “Did he just leave?”

“Yup.”

“Did he say what I think he said?”

“Yup…”

“I’ll pull the transaction details tomorrow, get his name from the card and deal with this at a higher level. I’m so sorry.”

“Thanks. I have to go! Customers waiting!”

I hung up the phone and carried on with my job. Like, strangely enough, being called a fucking bitch didn’t ruin anything. I was in a pretty good mood the rest of the day!

Through and Through

// Draco x Hufflepuff!reader.

Requested: No.

Summary: When in Divination class the tea leaves in front of y/n are read and Trelawney predicts that great happiness will soon come, followed by trials and suffering. Y/n soon notices things about  a rather troublesome Draco Malfoy that she’d never seen before.

Rating: Mid-Fluff.

Warnings: Mild language. Nervous, stammering Draco. Awkwardness.

A/n: This is going to have multiple parts to it (seven at the most, five or four at the least). I had this idea and just couldn’t pass up the opportunity! I hope you like it! I can’t quite remember if in Harry Potter if this is how it is, so excuse me if it isn’t, but for the sake of the story a person’s “aura” can be like, interpreted one’s Aura into emotions, basically. Also the timeframe/time setting or whatever may be off to the classes they are taking, but whatever don’t think too much about it. :)

Title: Through and Through | Part One. //

Y/n taps her finger impatiently on the desk, attempting to at least pretend to be listening to what Professor Trelawney was currently going on about. She had arrived late to class and her Professor had unknowingly punished her. She had made y/n take a seat at the table with only one other person instead of being able to join her friends. Draco Malfoy currently stares down at the delicate cup, a look of disgust on his face.

“This is bloody ridiculous,” he murmurs, glancing over at her slightly. “This nutty old witch has no idea what she’s talking about,” his eyes narrow as he looks back at the cup. His gaze shifts over to his book, which in theory was supposed to aid the students in reading the tea leaves. “I can’t make any sense of this bloody mess.” Y/n glances over, sighing deeply.

“I’m not quite sure if anyone can,” she says, directing her attention back to Trelawney as she suddenly appeared by their table. Before either of them have any time to react, she whisks one of the cups off the table, her eyes widening slightly. Draco casts a glance towards Y/n, watching her expression as Trelawney gasps dramatically.

“I can see it,” she whispers, her gaze turning to y/n, as both cups were close to her. “See it? Right there?” She points to an indecipherable mass of leaf gunk and y/n nods slowly.

“Uh, yeah…” she ventures, keeping her gaze away from Trelawney’s intense stare.

“I knew you had an eye for this,” Trelawney muses, smiling brightly at her. “It’s…” Her voice trails off as she squints at the cup, a loud gasp falling from her lips. “Oh, my dear, I’m so terribly sorry!” Sybill wails, setting the cup back down and moving in close to y/n. “You will soon experience great happiness!” Her eyes widen to an impossible size, her lips quivering slightly. “But it will be soon followed by-” her sentence breaks off into more incoherent mumblings of what seem to be apologies before she meets y/n’s gaze fully. “Horrible suffering…” The bell rings and all the students get up quickly, most happy to exit Divinations class.

Oddly enough, Draco gathers his stuff at a leisurely pace, until the moment Trelawney says:

“Wicked trials await you, beware! In the darkest of times, make the right decision! Don’t stray from the path!” Draco’s eyes almost seem to widen slightly as he grabs his bags in a hurry and rushes out of the classroom.

Y/n excuses herself and slides past her professor, running slightly to catch up with her friends.

“What the bloody hell do you think that was about?” Ron asks, his mouth slightly open from shock. Y/n stares forward and her lips turn down into a frown as she catches a glimpse of Draco’s quickly fading figure. “Y/n? Are you okay?” Ron stops walking, turning his full attention to y/n.

“Yeah, I’m fine, it’s just…” Her voice trails off and she sighs, shaking her head. “You’ll all think I’m insane, but…what if she’s right?” She whispers and forces her gaze to the ground. Hermione laughs, shaking her head quickly.

“Don’t tell me you’re actually buying any of this y/n. Come on.” Hermione shakes her head, a small flicker of anger sparking in her eyes. “She doesn’t know what she’s talking about.”

“This is bloody ridiculous. This nutty old witch has no idea what she’s talking about.”

Y/n’s back stiffens slightly, Hermione’s words vaguely reminding her of what Draco had said only moments ago. Draco. Y/n breathes in deeply, staring at the ground. She clenches her fist and narrows her eyes.

“-no, no! You’ve no idea what you’re talking about Ron, don’t be bloody ri- Y/n, look out!” Just as Hermione’s words register in her brain, y/n crashes into something. She drops her books to the floor as she grips the person’s arm, her heart pounding wildly. Y/n lifts her gaze, grimacing when her eyes meet Draco’s. She lets go quickly, elbowing his hand off her arm in the process. She drops to the ground quickly and gathers her books, standing up and moving backwards next to Hermione.

“Watch where you’re going, Malfoy.” Harry snaps, stepping forward. “You should apologize.”

“Apologize? To her?” Draco steps forward and sneers at Harry. “Now why would I do that, Potter? Because famous Potter told me to? Hm? Are you upset with me, Potter? Have I hurt your girlfriend?” Draco’s last word comes out as a hiss, and he steps forward, not backing down even when Harry steps forward too. This surprises most of the people watching. Harry’s gaze flickers to the crowd of people.

“Harry, come on! It’s not worth it.” Ron mutters. She steps forward and grabs Harry’s wrist, pulling him back reluctantly. Draco’s gaze flickers to her hand. The angry, venomous expression on his face disappears and is replaced with one of confusion. His fist clenches at his side as his whole-body tenses, and he turns to her, forcing himself to meet y/n’s gaze.

“I’m sorry y/n.” He blurts out, moving past her hurriedly. Y/n’s lips part slightly as she turns around and watch him move through the crowd quickly, pushing people out of his way. Y/n lets go of Harry’s wrist and shakes her head, turning and going in the other direction.

Ron stares after him, shaking his head. “What in the bloody hell is with him?” He looks over at her with wide eyes. “Did he just apologize to you? What did you do to get him to apologize?” She shakes her head and opens her mouth to respond. “Bloody brilliant!” He exclaims, turning over to Harry, his mouth wide open.

Hermione walks up next to her, nudging her in the side gently.

“So, not to pile on…but how did you get Malfoy to apologize to you?” Y/n laughs softly, and she shrugs.

“I have my ways,” she jokes, flipping her hair over her shoulder. Hermione and y/n burst out in giggles, the whole group unaware as they pass Malfoy and his friends. Draco stares at y/n as she moves past him, his lips turning down into a frown as his eyes narrow slightly.

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Y/n runs quickly as she misses being late to Potions by a few seconds, earning herself a glare from Professor Snape. She inhales deeply, murmuring an apology as she rushes to the only empty seat available. She sets her bag down, taking out her books, parchment, quill and ink. She only turns to her right to check who she’s sitting next to when Snape mutters:

“Today we will be making Amortentia…turn to your partners, and begin working.”

She recoils slightly when she meets Draco’s cold stare.

“Well, looks like we’ll be partners.” He murmurs. “Right then, let’s get to work.” They quickly begin to work together in silence, moving along quite efficiently as they brew the potion.

The classroom is filled with varying levels of enthusiasm as the students begin to talk about what they smell in their potions. The kids’ who weren’t successful brewing it cower slightly as Snape lectures them.

Y/n glances over towards Hermione, Ron and Harry who are all near each other. Hermione’s gaze meets hers and she gives her a sympathetic look. Y/n turns away and sighs, looking down at the potion once again and inhaling it. There were many scents she’d anticipated to be in it; the smell of the Hogwarts library, fresh parchment paper, freshly fallen rain the cozy and inviting smell of the Hufflepuff Common Room. But one of the smells is completely foreign to her, and no matter how hard she tries she’s cannot remember where she has smelt it before, although it seems to be on the tip of her tongue. It’s an undefinable but absolutely alluring scent. The more she focused on that scent, the more prominent it became, and the more it confused her. She couldn’t remember smelling this anywhere else before. It smelt vaguely of some sort of tangy fruit, morning dew, and most conspicuously the smell of fresh, sharp, peppermint. Her eyes narrow slightly as she glances to her right. She sees Malfoy staring intensely at the Amortentia Potion, an utterly baffled look on his face. He straightens his posture instantly as he whips his head around to look at y/n, his eyes slanting as he meets her gaze.

What?” He hisses through his teeth. “Why are you staring at me?” Y/n’s mouth drops open as she gasps slightly, and her eyebrows shoot up.

Me? Staring at you? Bloody hell Malfoy, don’t let your dreams get the best of you.” His eyes shine slightly as a quiet, pleasant laugh leaves his throat. Soon his lips turn up into a smile as his eyes close, and he leans forward slightly, still laughing softly.

“I didn’t know you could be funny, y/l/n.” He says between laughs, sitting up straight in his seat and cocking an eyebrow. “Maybe you are pleasant to be around,” he comments, smiling teasingly.

“And maybe you’re not a complete git,” her words come out sounding harsher than she meant them to, and they seem to instantly sober Draco’s mood. His lips press into a thin line and his eyebrows pull down. Just as the class is dismissed he grabs his bag, sweeping his books off the table and into the opening of the bag, and opens his mouth to say something.

This is when y/n notices the slight dullness to his eyes that wasn’t there before, the undeniable, blatant sadness to them. He takes a moment, closing his eyes and sighing slightly-but only taking a second before his eyes snap back open.

“Farewell, y/n.” She can’t help but pull back in shock slightly when he doesn’t retaliate with an insult, and instead gives her a small, awkward smile before walking out of the room at an unnaturally quick pace for him, almost like he had just done something he shouldn’t have.

She stands up quickly, grabbing her bag and bolting out of the room to catch up with him. She didn’t understand the way her heart broke slightly when she realized she’d hurt him, but she wanted to make it right.

“Draco! Draco, wait!” He only pauses long enough to turn around and see her running to him, but that’s all she needed to catch up. “Draco- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it to be rude…I just…” She speaks breathlessly, trying to gather her thoughts. “I just…it’s hard, to…to be nice to you- not that I don’t-I just, I want to be nice to you…I don’t mean to be rude, really… I guess it’s just hard because- because you’re so rude to my friends…and…I…” Draco holds up his hand, cutting off her jumbled rant as he shakes his head, offering her a forced smile.

“It’s fine.” He says.

“No- no, it’s not. You weren’t rude- you were actually being rather kind, and I just- I ruined it, I ruined it and…I was rude to you, Draco…I.” Draco puts his hand on her shoulder.

“Y/l/n, really. You ought to stop being such a Hufflepuff.” She recoils slightly at the emphasis he puts on the word.

“What’s wrong with that? Hufflepuff’s are very pleasant people. I don’t see anything wrong with them- plus, I am a Huf-”

“Y/l/n, I realize that…I just, I’m not good with words, I guess.” He says, a slight blush tainting his cheeks. “All I meant was you…you should stop being so kind. Someone’s going to hurt you one day- if you keep being…so nice to everyone.” He shuffles on his feet slightly, turning his gaze to the floor.

“O-oh…but I wasn’t nice to you, that was my whole point.” She replies, pushing her hair behind her ears.

“Y/l/n you didn’t say anything wrong…nothing I haven’t heard before, and nothing worse than what I’ve heard before.” This statement seems to alarm her more than calm her nerves, and he shakes his head quickly. “Not that I- I didn’t mean it in that way, but…I think it’s clear to us both that not everyone…really likes me that much-” he shakes his head, cutting himself off. “It doesn’t matter. My point is- what was my point again…I could’ve sworn I was going to-” his sentence is cut short once again, but this time it’s by y/n’s arms wrapping around him as she pulls him into a hug.

“Draco, I-”

Oooh!” Trelawney gasps, her eyes widening to a seemingly impossible size as she clasps her hands together and leans forward. “Look at the two of you! I can sense great fondness…” She smiles wistfully. “Oh, to be young and in love…” Y/n and Draco’s eyes widen at that and they bounce apart.

“Oh no, you’ve got it all wrong!” Y/n says nervously. “Me and him, we aren’t!”

“Aren’t together, that is.” Draco says, cringing slightly and forcing his eyes shut. “Not romantically, I guess is what I’m trying to say. We aren’t even good friends,“ he stammers, his gaze darting all around. “Or in love, that is.” He adds, realizing afterwards how redundant his words are getting. He fakes a laugh, and moves a little further away from them. “I actually have to go- I’ve got to go- to class, that is.” Draco stammers over his words, his face turning a shade of pink as he turns away and pushes through the crowd of people, muttering a “Move, out of the way.” Every now and then. Y/n manages to slip away while Draco keeps Trelawney’s attention, as she calls out to him apologetically:

“I’m sorry…I could’ve sworn, by the look of your Auras-” She stops when she glance back towards where y/n was, realizing that both Y/n and Draco are gone, and she sighs, shaking her head and looking at the ground.

A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Kiss Me (3)

[A/N: Last chapter for today! If you go to my page you’ll see that I’ve left a little question asking what you’d like to see in the following chapters! (I don’t want to spoil anything but the chapter after this one will have kind of Jughead POV scene or scenes)

I’m really enjoying writing this one but obviously I want you guys to enjoy it too and I want to write the kind of stuff that you want to see! I hope you enjoy this one guys! Also I love it when you guys leave comments, it really makes my day (read that as: I need constant validation to ensure that I am happy). 

Also see if you can find the Fall Out Boy lyrics in this chapter! (Hint: It’s not very subtle)]

Word Count: 1870

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I’m struggling out of this art block

I NEED TO GET OUT ahHHH

And what better way to get out of art block then with this little angel <3 

How King Dice met a human

I hope you don’t mind if I submit a drabble I thought of earlier today, sorry if it’s a bit long!

She haphazardly stumbled through the two doors that led into the dimly lit building, confused, frightened of where she was.  Why did she suddenly awaken in the middle of the woods?  Why did everything just look, feel, so different?

The moment the young woman entered the building, her senses automatically assaulted with a wall of smells, sights, and sounds.  A stage sat in the very back, centered with the entrance, a band played smooth music, the piano and bass notes echoed through her chest.  The bar was large and full of sorts of beings, most notably skeletons, monsterish looking creatures, and clothes-wearing animals.  The thick, almost choking, smell of sweet cigars and of alcohol permeated the entire establishment.  It took a good few moments of eyeing her surroundings before it finally clicked with her wear she was at.  A casino.  Full of inhuman beasts.

The young woman vaguely noted the black spots forming in her vision, and how distant and underwater everything was suddenly sounding.   Her heart beat loud in her ears, and for a second, she could’ve sworn her entire world was tilting. 

This was impossible.  Just five minutes ago she was walking back home from her usual evening walk, the moment she had closed her eyes to enjoy the night breeze, poof!  Here she was.

Maybe she had a stroke and was in a coma.  Or maybe, and worse yet, she was dead and this was some sort of purgatory, or estranged hell.

Just before her brain could completely crash,  two unusually soft, yet firm, hands settled upon her shoulders, keeping upright.  A new smell assaulted her nose, something a lot more calming, but nonetheless strange.  The smokey, sweet, scent of lavender cologne brought her more to her senses as a pale, blocky, face loomed over her. 

Her eyes widened in surprise as she took in the strange, smartly dressed, dice-headed man that towered over her.  His twinkling green eyes and cheshire smile made shivers go down her spine as she took the new sight in. 

“And what’do we have here this fine, fine, afternoon?  Speak up now, don’t be shy, missy.”

If she was in hell, this must be her own personal demon.

“I-I-…” She paused for a second, looking up at the dice-man-thing with wide eyes, her heart beating so loud in her ears, for a second, she thought that maybe he could hear it himself as he looked down at her with those ever so calculating eyes that were much too sharp to mean well.

“Am I dead?  Did I die and somehow end up in hell?”  She deadpanned, shaking off his hands from her shoulders.  Her previous spell of dizziness shifted into something more of fight than flight as she stared straight into his eyes. 

The dice-man’s toothy grin widened impossibly more as he gave a deep, almost barking laugh. 

He ignored her suddenly scowling face as he took in the whole situation.

“Hun, you mean, heh, you jus’ walked up on in here not knowin where you’re at and thought this was hell?  Well, I’d say we do have close connections with ‘em, but this is a casino!” 

He gave into another round of laughter, placing one arm around her shoulders, he not so gently guided her to the bar, whispering something low to the bartender (who happened to be a tall, thin, cocktail), he pulled up a seat from seemingly thin air and forcefully sat her down. 

“Now how ‘bout we talk about you, huh?  I don’ think I’ve ever seen a human around the island before…especially one that thought she was dead and in hell!”

More laughter spilled from him, deep and loud.  The young woman glowered.

“Shut up!  How do I know you’re not just some demon lackey that was assigned to me and you’re just trying to get me to my trust and torture my soul!”  She snapped, getting off the bar stool, she took one angry step forward and poked a finger into his chest. 

“Prove I’m not dead or crazy and maybe we can talk.”

The dice-man’s green eyes seemed to brighten, but whether it was from anger, or amusement, the young woman didn’t want to know.   His grin turned upwards even wider and sharper than she thought possible, and before she could react, he snatched the wrist of her offending hand and grabbed her other hand, pulling her in close enough to where only she could hear him.

“I assure you, missy, you’re not dead, nor are you in hell, but if you speak to me in that tone again and make a scene like that in my casino, I will make sure that you end up there very quickly, and very painfully.”  He growled out, his accent dropping into something more professional, something more sharp.  Dangerous.  

She face paled and her heart thundered even louder in her chest as she stared into those hungry, twisted, eyes. 

Maybe he was right, maybe he was just lying to her, but for whatever reason possessed her, the young woman pulled away from him, sat back on her stool.  She pulled the seat next to her over and patted it with her hand, sighing wearily. 

“Sit down and buy me a drink and maybe we can have a civilized conversation.”  Oh how she could use a drink right that second…

The dice-man’s face flashed with surprise at how suddenly more open she was, but he quickly covered it with another toothy grin.  

“Why, dear, you should know by now that nothin’ in the world is free.  If I buy ya a drink, you’ve gotta play at least one game out in the casino with me, my choice of course.”  

Something in the back of her mind screamed for her to leave, to splash the drink he ordered her into his face, smash the glass, and run.  The dread that accompanied the first sip of bitter bourbon would’ve convinced her to follow her intuition and leave, but Mr. King Dice’s (as she found his name to be) smooth, low, voice somehow convinced her otherwise.  So, she allowed him to lead her around the casino for the rest of the afternoon and into the late evening, sipping from cool glass, trying her best to stuff the deep feeling that something wasn’t right away.

Because in all honesty, this strange man was probably her best bet of getting home.  He talked with her all night, always interested in her every word.  Those green eyes always twinkling, his gloved hands always by her in case she needed assistance.  He seemed genuinely concerned when she tried explaining her situation, and why she had stumbled through the doors of his casino.  He offered that perhaps he could help her, maybe he knew someone who could get her back home, but for a price that he left unnoted, no matter how much she pressed him about it.

At the end of the night, the young woman was thoroughly exhausted, and a little tipsy, as she was gently lead to a back room in the casino by King Dice. 

He mentioned something about her getting rest, and that she could repay her drinks by playing some games tomorrow, but everything seemed too far, too detached for her to completely understand.  

The last thing she could remember before passing out was those two, glowing, jade, eyes, staring with the unholy hunger, that impossibly wide grin that threatened to swallow her whole was the last sight she saw before black overtook everything. 

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I’M SCREAMING THIS IS AMAZING

Undetected (Team Flash x Reader)

Combining two requests, one from @mca-attack21 “31 with Barry when Zoom takes his powers.” and @onceuponateenpanwolfian “Can I get #4 #39 with Barry Allen?”

#31 Car Wreck

#4 No. Not you. Anyone but you.

#39 Being put in a coma

warnings: Car crash, death, brain problems, hospitals, coma

Originally posted by unicornships

Originally posted by vivirmorte

Zoom taking Barry’s powers had been hard on him. Barry seemed out of it, as if without his speed, he was nothing, and it was driving him mad.

He knew that meta’s would attack even though the Flash couldn’t do anything, and he knew that robberies would continue, and fires, and everything that he tried to stop, would continue, and he couldn’t do anything about it.

Barry had promised you a while ago that the two of you would see a movie together, and he knew he had to keep that promise or he would have to deal with a slightly upset best friend.

“Oh come on Bar, you have to admit that movie was great!” You laughed walking out of the theatre.

“Okay, okay, I guess it was better than the sequel.”

“Sequels always suck. Well, most of them anyway.”

“I guess.”

“Cheer up Barry! You’re being a Debbie Downer! Let’s get you some ice cream and make your day better.”

Barry smiled at your bubbliness and pulled you into a hug. That’s one of the reasons he loves having you as a close friend. You always bring out the best in people and you make other people happier, before making yourself happy.

“Alright.”

You started walking in the direction of Central City Creamery laughing and talking with Barry, not really watching where you were going when you had to cross the intersection.

You turned and laughed at something Barry had said, and then heard a car horn blaring, then nothing. Not even Barry shouting your name.


Barry had made you laugh and you turned to smile at his joke when he heard the car blare its horn. Before he could pull you out of the way the car hit you.

Your body tumbled over the roof of the car and hit the ground behind it. When Barry got to you, you were already unconscious.

“Oh dear! I’m so sorry,” the man who hit you said running to where Barry was.

“Call an ambulance! Someone call an ambulance!” People were shouting around him.

”No. Not you. Anyone but you.” Barry was trying to get you to wake up.

Someone must have because paramedics pulled Barry away from you and loaded you into the car. They allowed Barry to ride in the back with you, but once at the hospital they told him to wait outside in the lobby.

Cisco and Caitlin arrived moments later, but Barry didn’t recall telling them about the accident.

“I was just going to call you, how did you know about the accident?” Barry asked after explaining what happened.

“Last time she got kidnapped I asked her if I could put a safety tracker in her. It tells me her vitals and her location because she gets injured so much. I saw her vitals drop and then saw her moving here so Caitlin and I got here as fast as we could.” Cisco explained.

“How is she doing?” Caitlin asked.

“I don’t know. She got knocked unconscious before I could get to her. I was so out of it I didn’t even see she was injured. I could have pulled her out of the way but I don’t have my speed and I got distracted because she was laughing.”

“It’s okay Bar. Come here.” Caitlin pulled Barry into a hug as a nurse came and found him.

“Did you arrive with (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?”

“Yes. Is everything okay?”

“So far, yes. There is just some information we are missing and you are one of the people on her contact papers.” The nurse handed Barry a clip board to fill out.

“How is she?”

“The worst of her injuries were on her head. She’s gone through some severe brain damage. We aren’t going to be able to measure it till she wakes up though.”

“But she is going to wake up right?”

“She’s going to need to fight. I’ve never seen someone with this much brain damage survive this long. I’ll tell you when she’s been moved to a room.”

“Thank you.”


A few hours later the nruse walked the group up to your room.

“I don’t know how to explain this but, she should be up right now. The doctors believe that when she hit her head that she damaged some on the nerve endings and went into a coma. I’m sorry to say that we don’t know when or if she will wake up.”

“Is there anything we can do?”

“Stay with her. Who knows she might be able to hear.”


Over the next few weeks people from Team Flash came and went. Barry regained his speed and Zoom was defeated. But you were still in a coma.

The team was in the cortex after Barry caught a thief, half expecting for Barry to have to run out again to save the day. That’s when they got the call.

“Hello? Yes this is Dr. Snow. What? She’s- what? Okay, thank you.”

“What was that?” Iris asked.

“(Y/N) is awake.”


The team never moved so fast. Barry actually waited for everyone else before getting to the hospital.

They all walked in and saw a nurse rewrapping your arm.

“Thank you,” you whispered to the nurse before she left you alone with your friends.

“(Y/N/N),” Cisco whispered crossing the distance to your bedside. He grabbed your hand and lightly hugged you, careful not to hurt you.

Everyone came to you and gave you hugs, but Barry was lost in his own world.

“Bar? You okay?” You ask drawing him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah. Just thinking. How are you feeling?” he answered shortly.

“I think I’m okay.”

“Great.”


But you weren’t okay. It would take four months for the brain damage to kill you.

No one expected it. The doctors all said you were fine.

Everyone was at Iris and Barry’s new apartment when you began getting dizzy.

“I think I’m gonna call it a night guys. I’m not feeling to well,” you bid your goodbye and hugged Barry telling him you’ll see him the next day at Jitters for your weekly coffee date.

You made it home, and in the door, but one step up the stairs and you fainted.

The cause of death was said to be blood clots in the brain that passed by undetected. Barry was mad that the doctors didn’t see it. Barry was mad that he didn’t see the symptoms. Barry was mad that it wasn’t him who got hit that day.

Most of all Barry was sad. Sad because he lost his closest friend to something he could have prevented. And he blamed himself.

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Korrasami: Teaser. Boyfriend? I don’t have a boyfriend!

A prompt where Korra looses her memory. Being buried under rubble and stuff might do that to you. Enjoy the teaser! Hopefully I’ll be able to write some more! Sorry for slacking so much my lovelies, life has been busy and am still getting through the darkest moments of my depression. 

Love ya’ll!

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“Welcome back, Korra.” Mako said and gently took her hand in his own. Korra, however, pulled her hand away and placed it on her stomach instead.

“Hey, Mako, can you leave the room for a moment? I need to talk to my dad for a second…” She asked and although he frowned at her request, he nodded and left the room. Asami was about to follow him out until Korra spoke up. “Not you, Sami… please… come here.” The frown on Mako’s forehead grew even bigger but he closed the door behind him nonetheless.

Asami now stood where Mako had been standing till a few seconds ago. This time, Korra’s hand reached for hers and weakly held onto the engineer when she turned her attention to Tonraq. “Dad, this might come as a shock I guess…” She started and took a deep breath before she continued. “But… I wanted to tell you in person. Asami and I… Asami’s my girlfriend.”

Both the Chief and Asami looked down at the Avatar in shock and disbelief. “I… well…” He cleared his throat. As far as he knew, Korra had been dating the Firebender boy. Truthfully, he didn’t mind this change one bit. “I’m, very happy for you two sweetheart.” He finally said. “If you excuse me, I’ll go and see if I can fetch the doctor. He should know you’re awake.” He said and winked at Asami while walking to the door. “And I can give your mother a heads up too. Back in a jiffy!” And then disappeared through the door. Closing it behind him.

“Alone at last…” Korra said jokingly. The smile on her face however disappeared when she saw Asami’s face. “What’s wrong…? Did I do something wrong? Oh Spirits… you didn’t want them to know yet? I’m sorry…! I’m…-” She started ranting but was interrupted.

“No! No it’s… it’s okay I just, I didn’t… think that you’d tell him…” She said and gently squeezed Korra’s hand in reassurance. Korra tried to sit up straight and Asami was quick to help her when she saw how much effort it took her. “Here, let me.” She said. Her voice slightly unstable. Still in shock of what just occurred. She thinks I’m her girlfriend… She swallowed hard and suddenly, the room felt so much warmed than it actually was. Once Korra was settled, tan hands took hold onto pale ones and Korra pulled her girlfriend closer. What is she… oh Spirits she’s gonna…- Without any doubt from Korra’s side and while one hand still held onto Asami’s. The other hand cupped the engineers face. Her fingers just behind her jawline and she closed the remaining gap between them both.

To say that Korra’s lips felt wonderful was an understatement. Asami inhaled sharply and felt her heart beat frantically. She would be surprised if Korra didn’t notice. Korra’s lips moved slowly against hers in this chaste kiss. Asami’s brain had crashed and somehow, somewhere, when it finally managed to restart. It thought it was a good idea to part her lips just the slightest bit. She closed her eyes on instinct and saw stars when a soft tongue brushed over her lower lip. Right before it slipped into her mouth and found her own. The soft moan that escaped her was captured by Korra’s mouth and increased the Avatar’s hunger. She let go of Asami’s hand and cupped her face instead. Keeping her close while they kissed.

Minutes passed by until Korra slowly pulled back. A shy smile on her lips. She chuckled at Asami’s facial expression. “Are you alright…? You’re acting like this is the first time we kiss.” She caressed Asami’s pale cheeks affectionately with her thumbs before letting go.

It -is- the first time we kissed. At least for me. Asami thought and seemed to have quite some trouble to form words, let alone sentences. “I, well, we have. I wasn’t.” She facepalmed herself internally. Thank Raava that Korra let out a light laugh.

“I’m sorry I didn’t spent much time with you the last few weeks… I wasn’t avoiding you or anything. It’s just been very hectic. Once I’m out of the hospital, I promise we’ll spent more time with each other.”

“Nice that good is yes.” Oh for Raava’s sake…! Get a grip! “I mean, like that do I.” Korra blinked at her and her face wore an expression of confusion and amusement. Asami buried her face in one of her hands and let out a sigh of frustration. Come on brain, it’s not -that- hard to form a sentence! Her thoughts were interrupted by Korra’s laughter. When she looked at the younger woman, her heart swelled with nothing but love. “I’m sorry…” Asami said nervously and sat down on the bed’s edge. “I’d really like that yes. But you focus on getting better first. Okay?”

Korra just smiled and nodded. “Sure, of course. Anything for you Sami.”

The Note Tree ❋ L.H. Pt.7

Part S E V E N 

Summary: A cherry blossom tree, residing at the farthest part of the schools courtyard. Nobody dwelled there, and you didn’t care much for it. Until you kept hearing one song played over and over, with lyrics changed to touch at your curiosity. They knew you were listening, and one day you gave in and made your way to the pink tree. Waiting for you, a series of notes tied to a single strand of string.

Word Count: 3k+

AN: eep, i came back early from my small vacation aha ^^ anyways, hi! im so happy you guys are getting to like this series (makes me smile lots). im so sorry this part was a little delayed as i was away w/o my pc. but im here and will try to write much faster x oh, and 100 notes please <3 

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty.

I M A G I N E 

Sunday 

After sleeping through the rest of Saturday, you decided to stroll outside on a Sunday morning. And, of course, it was raining. 

You draped on a large, gray sweater, the kind that was actually hand knit and not a generic made from a company. Your legs were hugged by navy blue leggings, which was ornate with unintentional holes. You shoved on a pair of green-gray Converse as you walked down the middle of the quiet, vacant road. 

Your head was buzzing. Your body was slowly adapting back to its usual, completely-in-control setting as you slowly trotted down the road. The black road ornate with yellow streaks worth of paint shined from Natures produce. You felt the cool dollops moisten your face, feeling somewhat refreshed but annoyed. It hadn’t occurred to you to get an umbrella until you were too far to go back for one. 

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someone here once described adhd as (paraphrasing from memory) “my brain has too many tabs open and i can’t figure out which one is playing the music,” and not only is that a perfect description of my experience, i can extend the metaphor to describe how my brain will eventually just crash and ABSOLUTELY NOTHING HAPPENS until i force myself to open a new window

Fever part 1

Author: @waywardkitten
Featuring: Wincest
Warnings: Slight John/Dean angst and conflict. instinctual and animalistic behaviour and all else that comes with a/b/o and catboy verse.
Rating: Explicit
Word count: 2140
Summary:  Sam is expected to present as a Beta just like his dad so it’s no surprise he kinda freaks out when he pops his first knot.
Notes: This is part 1 of 3 in a Wincest story I’m working on. Its set in both an a/b/o verse and catboy verse with catboy!Dean. In my story he is only 50% catboy which makes him mostly human but with the kit ears, tail and eyes plus certain characteristics in his behavior. My idea for this came from the fact that most a/b/o fics centers around the omega and their heats/first heat so I wanted to switch it up a bit and focus on a character popping their first knot and experiencing their first rut.

Part 2 & Part 3

“If you fall down I’m not catching you”

Dean looked down, his green eyes glowing in the darkness surrounding them and his tail whipping slightly agitated before going back to swishing gently from side to side.
“Hush, Sam, I’m trying to focus”

Sam leaned against the trunk of the tree with an annoyed huff
“Jerk”

There was a faint rustle in the tree and some creaking branches followed by a soft thud as Dean landed gracefully next to his little brother.
“Bitch”

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