but i kind of need to graduate

Ok forgive me but I just need gush about Anissa Pierce (AKA Thunder), a DC superhero, because first of all look at her, she’s amazing:

A badass woman of color whose power is to control her own density (which sounds kind of strange at first until you realize that means she can make herself completely invincible and kick everyone’s ass by dropping herself on top of them holy shit)

Not only that but she’s got a medical degree because she wanted to graduate before becoming a superhero so like???? she’s a fucking doctor oh my god

And she’s multilingual (English, French, and Spanish) so that’s amazing

But wait! There’s more!!

She has a girlfriend who is also a woman of color and is also super badass:

That’s Grace Choi, a seven foot tall (so big!!!) Amazonian and Asian-American woman who is clearly amazing. 

Grace is an abuse survivor with superhuman strength, durability, and healing so good luck trying to beat her up, she’ll kick anyone’s ass

So anyway the two of them are cute together and they’re each super awesome LGBTQ+ women of color which is great

Also here they are playing video games because that’s adorable:

Sam’s Ultimate Failproof Guide to Packing

Extensive Packing List

Warning: This will seem like a lot, but it doesn’t once you get there, and you can use your own judgment as to whether or not you will need something. Also, this particular list is geared towards my specific univeristy

  1. Bedroom
    1. Bedding
      1. Duvet cover and insert or comforter
      2. Matching sham
      3. Sheets and pillow cases (I recommend two sets of cotton minimum, one set of flannel in addition is optional)
      4. Egg crate topper (super cheap but super comfy after the first few nights—you may want to get a second one towards the end of the school year)
      5. Mattress pad—holds the topper in place
      6. Mattress protector (as recommended by an Anon). Some universities have bed bug problems, and you never really know what happened on your bed before it was yours, and this will help ensure a little more help on the cleanliness front.
      7. Pillows
      8. Stuffed animals
    2. Desk Area
      1. Stapler
      2. printer, ink, and paper
      3. Three hole punch
      4. Binders and notebooks
        1. For some classes you’ll want to keep every piece of paper ever (things related to your major and math classes), so these will need to be in binders.
        2. Math and science classes lend themselves to hand-written notes, so you’ll want to use a binder with loose leaf paper or the notebook of your choosing for those.
          *note* My personal favorites are Mead Five Start Flex Hybrid Notebinders
      5. Pens, pencils, Sharpies (you will use black and silver frequently for labeling random things)
      6. Tape dispenser (can be a cheap $2 plastic one, or a heavy duty, belongs in the office of a CEO one)
      7. glue sticks (yes, you will use them)
      8. Headphones
      9. Phone and laptop
      10. Phone and laptop chargers
      11. HDMI cord (literally the most used item in my dorm room)
      12. Power strip
      13. Desk lamp
      14. Post Its, paperclips, extra staples, push pines
    3. Closet and Laundry
      1. Leave your high school shirts at home unless you want to use them as sleep shirts. You’ll get plenty of shirts from your college or university.
      2. Hangers. Mine are mismatched and plastic and came straight from my closet at my mother’s.
      3. Hamper. You can choose your preference here. I prefer sturdy plastic with handles, but my roommate loved her fabirc one. Walmart has one that rolls, which is cool. Maybe you just want a laundry bag.
      4. Detergent.
      5. Fabric softener and Downy balls
      6. Dryer sheets
    4. Other
      1. Fridge
      2. coffee mugs (can use for tea, coffee, soup, ice water, milk for cookies, Spaghetti-Os, literally anything you can think of)
      3. microwave if you don’t have one in the common area/common area is far away
      4. Small table lamp or floor lamp (put this somewhere across the room from the desk lamp because overhead lighting is the worst)
      5. Books and movies
      6. TV (optional, I use mine as a second monitor pretty frequently)
      7. Video game console, accessories, and games (if desired)
      8. Purse/wallet
      9. Trash bags
      11. Canvases, posters, pictures, corkboards, etc
      12. Command strips (the Velcro kind of the absolute best) and sticky tack (Loc-Tite brand, it’s blue)
      13. Keurig or coffee pot (if you’re into that) and all the fixin’s
  2. Bathroom – some of these are included because I have a bathroom within my dorm room
    1. Trash can
    2. Shower curtain, liner, and rings
    3. Bathmat
    4. Toilet brush and cleaner
    5. Plunger. Plumbing on campuses can be iffy
    6. Lady supplies (if you need those sort of things)
    7. Toiletries and makeup
    8. Some sort of caddy if you’re living in traditional or you’re sharing your bathroom with multiple people and don’t want to clutter the counter
    9. Toothbrush holder
    10. Soap dispenser
    11. hand towels, bath towels, wash cloths
AfterBuzz Interview Quote:

Interviewer 1: Lance had a good little bit in the last episode of this season that I thought was very poignant.

Jeremy: Yea, his little pep  talk with Allura? He definitely has those tender moments, especially. I think Lance is also really good at, like, he knows when someone needs to step up and take that, and there’s not someone else there to do that. He’s just, he ends up being a really good team player.

Interviewer 2: And it is interesting for a character like Lance who, as we previously discussed, he’s very comfortable being in the spotlight. He likes being the center of attention.

Jeremy: Yes! He loves it, yea.

Interviewer 2: So for him to be able to kind of step back and be like, “No, you can do this, I believe in you!” That’s a good quality.

Jeremy: Yea and at this point—like you guys were saying earlier—they’ve definitely grown as a team. They’re like a family now. So it’s also that respect and that care and that love for each person on the team. And so yea, he is confident being like, “I know you can do this. Nobody else can right now, it’s all you. Get it!” As opposed to being like, “Oh wait, I think I can do something!” He doesn’t need to do that.

Lauren: And you know, Lance started in the Blue Lion, which is a support lion. It holds Voltron up. And he’s since graduated to the right hand, which is like the ultimate support to the head. And I think it’s kind of an indication of what’s beneath that surface. That guy who loves to be in the spotlight, but really, he’s really good at knowing everyone else’s strengths and being that team player.

Joaquim: I think, looking deeper though, he’s got—He comes from a big family, right?

Jeremy: He does.

Joaquim: So I think within his family dynamic he’s very much maybe that guy. I think to people outside, he wants to be front and center.

Lauren: He wants the attention.

Jeremy: He wants to show some uniquity, because there is that big family and stuff, so it’s like he kinda wants to be a little more front and center.

Jeremy, Lauren, and Joaquim discuss Lance’s role in the team

What You Need to Know Most About Character Voice

I’m kind of embarrassed to admit I didn’t have much of an understanding of character voice two years ago. I’m an English graduate, and none of my professors in college really talked about it. I think I remember learning the definition in high school and reading it briefly in a few writing tips.

In truth, I’ve probably heard the fact that “voice is one of the biggest draws for getting an agent or editor” more than I’ve actually heard tips on writing voice. Since then, I’ve gotten to the heart of what voice is. Or so I think. You’ll have to judge for yourself. Here’s what I found for anyone who might be struggling like I once was, or anyone who wants to learn more. The stuff in this post is what helped me bring that elusive voice into focus.

First, by definition, “voice” can refer to the writer’s style, the narrator’s style, or, your characters’ persona, thoughts, speech patterns, and word choice.

Sometimes when people think of character voice, they think of first-person narration, but really, all characters have a voice of their own, even if they aren’t telling the story. To illustrate, here are three lines from Harry, Ron, and Hermione:

  • “Don’t go picking a row with Malfoy, don’t forget, he’s a prefect now, he could make life difficult for you…”
  • “Can I have a look at Uranus too, Lavender?”
  • “I don’t go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me.”

If you’ve read the books, I bet you can tell who said what.

Voice is made up of two things: What the character talks (or sometimes thinks) about, and how she says it. In other words:

What the Character Talks about + How She Says it = Voice

Hermione believes in following rules and frequently tells Ron and Harry to do likewise. She’s also very logical and intelligent. In the first line above, she chooses to warn Harry, and then explains, logically, why he should heed her warning. Ron usually says those comical one-liners, and his language is usually a little coarser than the other two, so his quote is the second one. Because Harry is frequently accused of things, he often has to defend himself, “I don’t go looking for trouble.”


What Your Character Talks About

So, What does your character choose to talk about? What does he not talk about?

In Lord of the Rings, the Hobbits often talk about food. They’re Hobbits, so they eat a lot more than the other characters and therefore food is important to their culture. Because they bring up food a lot, we know that’s what they are thinking about on their journey. They don’t casually strike up conversations about advanced battle tactics; they don’t have a war-based background. And any conversation they do have about battle tactics wouldn’t be on the same level as a warrior. So their background, culture, interests, and experience influence their voice.

If your character is a nutritionist, she might look at her lunch and talk about complex carbs, protein, calories, and vitamins. A fashionista might notice that her best friend is wearing this season’s color. A dentist might see people’s teeth first.

Remember, what your character chooses to talk about reflects what he’s thinking about. I know that sounds obvious, but have you really considered it? If your character says something, it’s also conveying to your reader what’s on his mind at that moment.

You can work that to your advantage by having your character say something surprising in a specific situation. If I have a character break up with her boyfriend, and she’s crying, and someone tries to comfort her, and she says, “It’s not Zach so much. Now I have to go to the dance looking like a complete idiot.” Not only is the response surprising—she’s not crying over the loss of Zach, but her potential embarrassment—it also reveals character—she’s more concerned with her image than the loss of her significant other.

Having that specific line stated in that situation conveys a lot about the character and her relationship with her boyfriend. It conveys what she’s thinking about most.

In Part 2 of this,  I’ll delve into how characters talk, mentioning some of the potential problems and a few minor techniques you can use for a character’s voice.

UPDATE: Read Part 2 here

Sirens Call

Summary: Being Lydia Martins cousin, but you are different from her you are something else entirely. Being Derek’s ex lover may get in the way of helping the pack.
Requested: Sort of.
Warnings: None.
A/N: So this might suck but I kind of liked the idea I hope you enjoy and feed back is welcomed. Part 2 upon request.

I sighed running my fingers through my hair as the other held the steering wheel in place, returning to Beacon Hills was not what I really wanted but my cousin Lydia needed my help. With me being a few years older than her I had left Beacon Hills right after I graduated, there are many reasons why I left one of them was all the supernatural chaos that was in town. The other being I didn’t know how to control what I was, with me not knowing how to control what was inside me led me to believe that I wasn’t any help being there, so I ran. I pulled into the driveway of the building I was about to meet everyone in, I recognized it as Derek’s loft, I had been there many times before I left. I turned off my car and sat there for a while biting my lip and trying to figure out what I would say to them after being gone for two years, though I knew what was going on with them considering Lydia always kept me up to date.  
I finally got the courage to get out of my car and walk into the loft, when I got up to Derek’s place I saw everyone standing around and chatting. There was some not so familiar faces which I figured were the new members of Scott’s pack, I walked in my fingers fiddling with each other. “Hey guys.” I said softly once I was in view of everyone. “Y/N!!” Lydia smiled running to me and giving me a hug. She then started to introduce me to the new faces of the pack, I smiled politely and looked around my heart felt like it stopped when I locked eyes with the person I left all two years ago. His greenish-blue eyes bore into me and made me shift slightly, the intensity almost made me pass out I could tell by the look on his face that he was both confused and slightly hurt at my return. I mouthed a soft hello which he then returned with a curt nod, I looked down my feet suddenly becoming interesting.  
“Okay Y/N, I know you are probably wondering why I asked you back but we need your help desperately. I heard from Lydia that you figured out what you are and how to work whatever it is that you have and maybe you could help us, you see there are these dread doctors we defeated them once before but somehow they came back.” Scott spoke, I looked at him chewing on the inside of my cheek. “I don’t know how much help I can be. I’m a Siren, Scott do you know what that means? My song leads people to their death, the only positive part of this is that I can see your past and your future but that’s it.” I said seriously. “If I hurt one of you I don’t know what I would do.” I continued shaking my head. “Let me get this straight you brought a succubus to Beacon Hills? Are you kidding?” I heard Peter say making me growl and turn to face him. “I’m not a succubus Peter they are different, and if I was one you would know it.” I glared at him and folded my arms across my chest. “Y/N but you can lure them here and helps us defeat them.” I heard Lydia say. I sighed in defeat and rolled my eyes. “Fine but after that I’m gone.” Just as I had I said this I locked eyes with Derek again making him scoff and shake his head. “Always running, things get to tough then you run. You haven’t changed a bit.” He spat making everyone’s eyes advert between the two of us. “We are going to leave you two alone. Y/N I have a room set up for you at my place when you are ready.” I heard Lydia speak as she ushered everyone out of Derek’s loft, and I watched as Malia grabbed Peter’s arm and pull him out of the loft as well.  
I finally looked back up at Derek after hearing the metal door shut, our eyes locked like we were talking only with our eyes. “Listen Derek. I’m sorry okay, what more do you want me to say? I left yes but I needed to figure out who or what I was.” I said softly biting my lip. “You left me when I needed you, you were my anchor Y/N and when you left every part of me did as well.” He said closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, this action made me scuff. “You are not one to be sentimental what is making this any different Der, you never once showed me that I was your anchor.” I growled walking towards him with my finger pointed out. “I loved you and you know that, I left because of what was going on. You shut me out when things started to get worse with all of the supernatural shit an-.” I was  cut off mid-sentence by the warm pair of lips I have craved since I left, it didn’t take me long to melt into the kiss my hands gripping his shirt. When his hands found my hips is when I snapped out of it and pushed him way, it took all I had not to push him against the wall and kiss him again. But I couldn’t do that, I couldn’t let myself be pulled back in again. “I know what you are doing Derek, it’s not happening screw you. You can’t change my mind.” I said starting to walk away. “I will find a way even if it kills me.” I heard him whisper as I walked out of his loft and into my car.

10 things to ask a potential therapist

So this list is probably more in depth than what a normal person would really ask a therapist before deciding to work with them. I approached it considering what I would want to know about therapists before I would pick one I wanted to work with, which ended up being quite a bit of information. Obviously I love information, so more is always better :) In any case, it’s just fine to figure out what you are looking for in a therapist and what you need to accomplish your goals, and then look carefully to make sure your potential therapist has what it takes. 

1. What is your training background? The point of this question is to know where your potential therapist went to school and received any other training, and what they focused on during their training. Therapists should continue to receive training and education after graduation, so you can ask what kind of training they have focused on. You’re looking for good training that is relevant to therapy and what you want to accomplish in therapy (so if you want to work on eating related issues and this therapist focused on marital therapy, they’re probably not the one for you).

2. What is your speciality area? You want a therapist who has an area of focus that is related to the difficulties you’re currently facing (maybe those eating related issues) or the person you are (maybe LGBT clients). You do not want a therapist who says they can do anything- any person, of any age, of any background, with any issue. Multiple areas of focus is fine (“Adults with depression, anxiety, and trauma”), things that run the whole gamut and don’t make sense together probably indicates the person doesn’t really have up-to-date competency in all of those things (“People 0-99, substance abuse, conduct disorders, marital issues, end of life issues, personality disorders”).

3. What is your theoretical orientation? You probably won’t be familiar with different theoretical orientations, so ask your potential therapist to explain their theoretical orientation and outlook. The point is this is to make sure that: a) your therapist has some kind of orientation (they aren’t just making things up as they go along) and b) at the surface level, their orientation is compatible with you.

4. Tell me about your experience with cultural diversity. (You could tailor this to any particular areas of importance to you). There might be aspects of your life that are important to you and you want your therapist to be comfortable with or understand, so feel free to check on this. This could be a pretty wide set of aspects of your life- anything from your ethnic background to your religion. I tend to think that what is important is that atherapist is comfortable with working with people different from themselves, is competent with those groups, and won’t try to inflict their own opinions on their clients.

5. How long do you typically meet with clients? You want a therapist who meets with clients for as long as they need but does not meet with them forever.

6. How do you monitor outcomes? Your therapist should be working with you to monitor your progress, so the two of you can figure out how you are doing and what you need to do to reach your goals. You want a therapist who can talk about how they generally do this.

7. How involved are your clients in treatment planning and other decisions? You might want to be the person making most or all of the decisions in your mental health. You might want your therapist to make all the decisions about your treatment. You might want to collaborate about decisions. Different therapists approach this in different ways, so make sure your potential therapist does this in a way you are comfortable with.

8. Do you collaborate with other providers (like psychiatrists, general practitioners, case managers, etc)? You might have other providers and it can be really helpful for your therapist to be comfortable with collaboration with them. Some providers particularly work with other providers, so if you do have other providers that you would like to be involved in some way with your therapy or therapist, you might want to check whether your therapist has worked with them before or would be willing to work with them.

9. Do you take my insurance? (And other relevant questions about billing). It’s obviously very important to make sure you will be able to afford therapy. Some therapists take insurance, and others only do cash. Some have sliding scale fees.

10. Are you licensed? What is your license in? What is your license number? Because your therapist should be licensed (or working towards licensure with supervision, or in training with supervision). 

Business and Pleasure - Part 10

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 2,201

Warnings: Swearing

Originally posted by little--batman

The two of you had fallen into silence, both seemingly lost in thought. The appetizers were delicious, but you couldn’t do more than pick at them. You were too distracted by your thoughts to focus on eating.

So much had happened in so little time. Sure, it seemed like you had your best friend back, but who knew how long that would last. He seemed sincere earlier, but there was no way to guarantee that the two of you wouldn’t get into another stupid argument and find yourselves right back where you started.

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Fuck Ableist Customers

I work at May-Cees and a man in a wheelchair (let’s call him J) wanted to buy an umbrella (since it was raining outside). Since our umbrellas are kind of hard to find I walked with him to show him where they are. Now J was the first person to actually say hi to me and ask how my day was going. I had already been working a couple hours and so far everyone that I have helped had just completely ignored me, even when I checked them out. So I really appreciated his kindness. We started chit-chatting about memorial coming up and I said it was also my birthday that day and he was genuinely happy for me and he was talking about how he remember when he turned 22 and how he just graduated college and the adventures he went on before his accident and he became paralyzed from the waist down. There were a few people in my section but no one needed any help, and I know this because not long before this man came in I was checking on them so make sure of this. At his point when I am walking with J back to the counter to ring up the umbrella, I start noticing that I am getting dirty looks from some of the customers. I was like ???? Do you need help?? You’re not standing by the register to check out and you can literally just walk up to me if you have a question.  After J bought the umbrella he asked if we have any summery-like pants that aren’t sweat-pants (he can’t wear jeans because he has trouble putting them on). We had some nice linen pants and I told him that I would show him where they are (cause they are kinda hidden as well). At this point, I look up and see that a that  I was getting even more nasty looks from customers and some of them were looking like they were almost done shopping. I asked J if we wanted to try on the pants because he wasn’t sure what size we was. I know that J was aware of the looks the other customers were giving us because he started to look a little uncomfortable,  I was getting pissed the fuck off. He said sure but he needed a special fitting room with a bar and a bench. We had a fitting room that was handicap accessible and I started to walk him to it and oh my god people were actually muttering under their breath and actually angry that I was helping J. I took my time showing him to the fitting room while we talked some more, I put his clothes in there on a hanger and told him I would be back soon to check on him.  When I walked back over to the register one woman stormed past me as almost hit me with her shoulder as she walked by and went to the section right across the store to the other register. Like, WHAT THE FUCK, if you needed help you literally could have just asked me or just go to a different register in the first place, fucking bitch ass soccer mom shit head. The other customers who were in my section were still glaring at me so I walked over and customer serviced the shit out of them with the most stupid smile and cheerful voice, “Oh my gosh, I can’t believe that it’s raining again! My goodness, that is just the cutest shirt, that would look so great on you! May I walk you to the register to pay for that??” I got weird looks and I just hope that I at least made them uncomfortable.  About 10 min passed the other two customers who gave me dirty looks earlier didn’t want to check out yet so I go to check on J and he was just about finishing up. I went back to hang out at the register so when J comes out he doesn’t have to look for me. As soon as J comes up to my register the other two customers decide that they are all done shopping and want to check out now too, great. The two assholes are literally like clearing their throats loudly and tapping their feet and grumbling behind J in line, I was fucking livid as all hell. Who the hell do these assholes think they are??? Why do you have to make J feel uncomfortable when he is literally just doing the same thing you are, buying clothes!!!!! What is he inconveniencing you by being in a wheelchair????  Now I am not a confrontational person and I realize that I can’t just go off on customers because, while initially stratifying, it won’t do anything. I am, however, passive aggressive as shit. So after I complete the transaction I cross my arms on the counter, lean over and start loudly carrying on a conversation with J about how awesome is was that he was a professional skier (which btw is fucking cool as hell cause I love skiing) and he catches on and smiles and starts talking about how now that he’s in a wheelchair it’s shitty that people treat him so differently, but when he was a professional skier people would almost idolize him. The conversation carries on like that for like 5 minutes or so and one of the people in line left for another register (that’s right bitch you could have done that the whole fucking time) and the other one was just standing there looking guilty. J leaves and tells me to have a good day and I am almost in tears cause this man is literally one of the nicest and coolest people I have met working here (and I’ve worked here over a year) and I feel the need to apologie to him on behalf of how fucking shitty the customers here are. Like seriously, fuck all of them to hell. Like they can go fuck off with that ableism bullshit. I don’t like wishing bad things on anyone but they deserve to get into an accident and be forced to know what it’s like to be disabled. 

the talk we need to have about idols coming of age

you’ve heard it all, but this is just something imo hardly anyone really says? 

theres this grey area between childhood and adulthood where we have to grow and adapt. a birthday is just a day; it doesn’t necessarily mean our brains are matured yet. its not magic, so we need a little time.

high schoolers mentalities are still kind of raw and vulnerable when we graduate; and yes, everyone has different experiences, but this is real trust me lol and yes, of course we want you guys to see us as adults!! not baby us! but when it comes to certain comments its like “that’s.. . uncomfortable chill out maybe lol ??

so when you sexualize some of us before we’ve even gotten the chance to prove ourselves as adults, its kind of.. . awkward and sometimes even creepy .. .

like i hate having to put this in words, but no matter what someones gonna cry “STOP INFANTALIZING” or “STFU NJSNSK NO ONE FUCKIN SAYS THAT WHATTA REACH” but thats why i’m sharing this to the best of my abilities! like ofc they aren’t innocent but that’s not your cue to just overwhelm someone with your comments. idols are human too, so chill with the “they signed up for this” comments, we dont know if sexy comments are even wanted right off the hour they come of age. 

until they’ve proven themselves as adults or have expressed so, please consider keeping your lustful comments to yourselves for a bit, be cool about this. dont be selfish and creepy.. .

Be Proud of Me [Batsis]

Anonymous requested: “Could you do a batsis imagine where she goes on a dangerous mission that her father told her not to go on and ends up dying in her fathers or brothers arms?

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: Death

Word Count: 1254

[F/F] = Favorite Flower

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“Let me go! I can help!” you exclaimed loudly, your voice resonating through the Batcave. Your posture was rigid and one of defiance and you knew that going against your father was a grave idea, but you couldn’t help it. Bruce stared at you coldly and shook his head, ignoring your pleads again. That only fueled your anger. “Dad!”

“I will not risk your life, [F/N]. This mission is dangerous.” he said calmly, moving to prepare himself, Tim not too far behind him. “You are much more useful here.”

Though those words stung, you bit back your insults and instead tried to convince him that you were capable, at least, that was your intention. What came out of your mouth instead made you sound like a whiny brat.

“But Tim gets to go! And Dick! Why can’t I?!” you complained furiously. “I’ve trained all my life, I have been on countless missions, yet you always keep me sheltered! How am I supposed to learn?! Are you not proud of me, is that it?!

With a sigh, Bruce turned to look at you, “no, [F/N], it’s not like that… it’s–your graduation is tomorrow, I don’t want you hurting yourself. We can afford to take a punch to the face, but you can’t.”

“What kind of excuse is that?!” you snapped, “graduation? Last time I checked even when you had a meeting with the American president you still went on patrol and missions. A bruise or two can be fixed with make-up. You’re just making excuses because you don’t want me to go!” Your voice rose in volume as your rant continued, all that pent up frustration and anger you held came rushing out all at once. “You know, I can never learn because you are always trying to keep me safe, but I don’t need your protection! I can handle myself! Just let me go and I’ll prove to you–”

“Enough!” Bruce yelled, causing you to stop immediately and shrink back slightly. He looked and sounded angry, and you knew when your dad was angry, there was no convincing him. “You are to stay here, assist us any way possible and you do not, under any circumstances, leave the premise. Is that clear?”


Is that clear?” he repeated, his eyes glinting with fury, warning you to stand down. You reluctantly nodded your head.

With your teeth gritted, you managed to say, “yes dad.”

Bruce released a deep breath and recomposed himself. “Good. Then we’ll get going now. Tim?” The younger boy stepped forward, but stayed behind when Bruce walked to the Batmobile. He placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Sorry [F/N]…” he murmured, looking guilty. You shook your head, not trusting your words to be genuine and kind. You were absolutely, abominably furious and you knew anything that came out of your mouth would be nothing short of venomous.

You watched them take off and stared at the way they exit even after they left. On any other day, you would calm down, but this time you couldn’t but grow increasingly resentful of your family’s decision to leave you behind. Hadn’t you proved time and time again that you were capable? You were born for this life. You had began training ever since you could walk and you could proudly say you matched Dick’s flexibility and Tim’s wits. You were as skilled as any of them, and you were going to prove it.

With a surge of confidence and indescribable rage, you changed into your costume, hopped on your motorbike and sped off into the city, defying your orders for the first time in your life.

It was almost laughable, the sight that you were staring at. The sight was pitiful really–the polluted night sky, the smog obscuring the stars that made the darkness a priceless piece of art. You wanted to turn away, turn away from the very thing that showed how the world had fallen, but you had no power to move.

You winced every time you breathed. Blood oozed out of the wound on your chest, the wound that was inflicted to you while you were trying to shield a little boy from harm. Now, you were lying on an abandoned street, hand pressing just a minimal part of the large wound.

You felt lightheaded and everything was blurring out. You were so tired, but you fought to stay awake. At the back of your mind, you knew what the fatigue meant, but you didn’t want to go.

You heard rapid footsteps approaching you and your heartbeat increased in fear of who in may be. When you saw your dad, your fear only increased. You couldn’t tell his expression under his mask. You felt his arms snake under you but when he tried to lift you up, you cried out, causing him to stop. He placed his hand over yours, helping you press against the wound even when you two knew it was hopeless.

“D-Dad… I’m sorry…” you gasped, feeling tears well up. Your lips trembled as you tried to apologize, apologize for not listening to him, for not trusting him. “I-I’m so sorry, I-I–”

“Shh, it’s okay, it’s okay.” Bruce cooed, holding you closely, yet still being gentle. He sounded so lost, so utterly broken. You tried to nod, but you couldn’t.

“C-Can you… ta-take off your cowl? I want t-to see you.” you requested quietly. He did as you asked him and you couldn’t help but smile when you saw your dad’s face. Although he looked like he was on the verge of tears and was desperately trying to keep it together, you couldn’t help but remember all the times he put you to bed, found time to read you bedtime stories when you were little and allowed you into his bed when you had a nightmare. You couldn’t help but remember him ruffling your hair after the end of each training session and congratulating you in his own, special and unique way when you did something right. You remembered all of that, and your heart ached because you knew it was ending. You could never have any of that again.

With a small, feeble voice that could be lost in the wind, you whimpered, “Dad… I-I’m scared… I-I don’t want to d-die.” You began to cry and he stroked your hair, trying to calm you down. His eyes glistened with unshed tears.

“Hey, you’re not going to die.” he said the beautiful lie in a wavered voice. When you wouldn’t stop weeping, he continued, “listen to me, let me tell you what’s going to happen.” Through the tears, he smiled.

He began in the gentlest of voices, “tomorrow… we’ll be in the auditorium of your school for your graduation. When they call your name… you will get your diploma, and your brothers and I will be in the audience, clapping the loudest of all. And–” he swallowed as he tried to keep his voice steady, “–and when you come down, we’ll be waiting for you.” He sounded distant now, but you could hear how his voice cracked. “We’ll hand you a bouquet of [F/F], and we’ll embrace you, and I will say…” a tear fell from his face when he saw how your eyes were slowly losing their shine, “I’m proud of you, [F/N].” You smiled; all you wanted was to make your dad proud.

No father is as proud as I am of you.”

And with those words, you were at peace.

anonymous asked:

200. “Please pretend to be my girlfriend/boyfriend.”

Anon, I am so sorry this took so long. Hope it’s worth it. <3 

hs!au, jock!Cas and nerd!Dean, minor homophobia 

Dean’s phone starts to ring halfway through the season premiere of Dr. Sexy, and under normal circumstances, that would be more than enough reason for him to ignore everything to do with his phone until the hour is up. Despite that rule, though, his curiosity is piqued by the fact that someone is calling him, which isn’t something that anyone but his family does.

And then he sees the contact filling his screen, and Dr. Sexy gets paused.

“Hey, uh, what’s up, Cas?” He winces as soon as the words are out—can he really not even keep his cool long enough to answer the damn phone? Sure, he’s already sort of awkward around Cas, and sure, this is the first time his relatively-new-ish friend has called him, but that’s no excuse.

“Dean,” Cas says, and even though he normally manages to make Dean’s name sound intense, there’s a different sort of pressure behind it right now, which is enough to have Dean sitting up straighter on the couch. “I need to ask a favor of you. Are you busy?”

Dean eyes his paused program. “Not really. What’s up? What do you need?”

Cas takes an audible breath in, then says all in a rush, “Please pretend to be my boyfriend.”

There’s a long moment of silence. Dean isn’t sure if the swooping in his stomach is happiness or mortification. This can’t really be happening. Right?

“Cas, I…”

“Please, Dean,” Cas hurriedly interrupts. “I’ll do anything. Whatever it takes. I’ll owe you. I’ll bake you a pie every weekend between now and graduation. Anything.”

“This isn’t, uh.” Dean clears his throat, and nervously adjusts the way his glasses rest on the bridge of his nose. “This isn’t some kind of prank the football team put you up to, is it?”

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Rehabilitating A Broken Heart (1)

Bucky x Reader AU

Summary: Bucky Barnes is an arrogant asshole. He loves parties, girls, and having everything revolve around him. After a horrific car accident that causes him to lose his arm, he’s sent to physical rehabilitation where he meets Y/n, a spunky, takes no shit, physical therapist that has Cerebral Palsy. There, a strong connection forms and she shows him the ropes of living a normal life with a disability.

Word Count: 1.3k+

Warnings: mentions of sex, swearing, drinking, bucky’s an asshole


Chapter 1: Going Into the Light

I loved taking care of my body. I loved working out. I loved eating healthy. I love the amount of sex I received from any willing woman. I had needs and more than enough women we’re willing to provide themselves to me. It’s not like I’m using them, per say, I allow and give them enough pleasure to satisfy their needs, but I always needed more. I needed teeth and tongue without having to worry about the girl getting attached.

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Hey ! I know requests are closed but I was thinking maybe you could keep this in your list of possible ideas if you're ever stuck, i just read the Snapchat cosmo article about how the writer wore lingerie for A week to bed to see how it changed her and her boyfriends sex life and thought that could turn out really well if you wrote something like that

There will be a blurb for each day of the week (not posted on each day, I’m not a machine).  So there will be 7 of these.  Enjoy Monday.


“Why are you doing this anyway?”

“Because I don’t want him to get bored.”

“Is there a reason he might get bored?”


“Then, I’ll ask again.  Why are you doing this?”

I pushed the dressing room door open, ignoring my best friend Angie’s question,

“How does this look?”

Angie was bored and I understood why she was bored.  For the last three hours I dragged her around to every single lingerie shop within a 20 mile radius.  I’d even gone to Victoria’s Secret in the hopes of finding the last bit of what I needed.  

My name was Evelyn Lawrence and I had just graduated college a year ago.  Since then I’d been kind of rootless.  I had a degree in journalism but I didn’t really know where I wanted to work or what I wanted to do with it.  I didn’t think I wanted to be on the front lines during war or anything but maybe a cushy job at Entertainment Tonight was more my speed.  But in order to get anywhere, I needed to start writing.  Which was easier said than done.

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Nate Bittinger


“Man, this past month has been one to say the least.. Not for just myself but so many other people I see struggling. Recently, I feel like I’ve done some growing up. The last couple days I’ve been pretty upset about letting some people go (some other things as well). But, today I woke up with a totally different mentality. Today I woke up saying fuck all the depressing stuff that I’ve been feeling lately. I’ve got goals I’ve set and they need to get done in order to move forward with life. I’ve never been the strongest mentally or physically but today I woke up with a clear mind, knowing what I have set in front of myself and knowing what it takes to accomplish these things. People will come and go, this is a fact. At the end of the day they can be replaced, your time is something that can’t be. So, fueled by the spite in my heart I can promise that I’ll work harder now to accomplish my goals and progress on without them. I’ve always been a firm believer that if you want something bad enough and work for it, you will get it. Regardless, I’ve always had this kind of outlook in life, that I always need to feel like I’m moving forward. I see so many people out drinking every weekend then complain about not having money, etc. I wish I could see more people working at 2am, like myself, than people throwing their time out of the window. Maybe I just haven’t settled yet, who knows. As of now, I have my goals, I have 2-3 people who are willing to progress with me, so let’s get it. I’m sure some people lately may have viewed me as selfish. But, if I’ve learned anything since I’ve graduated college, I’ve learned that with most people these days you have to do what’s best for you instead of catering to everyone around you. I’ve started tracking and really taking all of my goals seriously (gym, job, art). I challenge anyone else to do the same. I don’t care if you want to be the best ditch digger, let’s set goals and let’s crush them. People said they were done messing around in 2015, how far have you really come since? “

Project Octavo has an official name!
Welcome to Mythaura!

After weeks of to-and-fro and constant nagging for feedback from my incredibly patient peers, the once Project Octavo now has graduated from it’s project name and is now sitting comfortably in its new permanent title, Mythaura.

The name has obvious elements from its mythological beast theme, and importance to the world Mythaura resides in. I hope to shed more light on the lore in the coming weeks, for now it needs a little more polish. I also have a couple more things to complete before launching the Patreon.

A new Twitter and Facebook page have been created for anyone who wants to follow on anything besides Tumblr.

Thank you all for your kind words, support and feedback thus far! They have been so invaluable to me and I can’t thank you all enough.  Exciting times ahead!

Been there, done that

Choosing your first job in veterinary practice can change the course of your career. The right place will set your habits for the rest of your working life, the wrong place will break you and make you leave the profession. When I chose my first job, a part of what attracted me was a senior vet who I empathized with. I could totally see myself becoming her in the future.

The new graduate I have now, I look at her sometimes and recognize her demons.

This is most obvious in surgery. I can see the sweat on her forehead, and pooling in her gloves. Her hands shake sometimes, when she’s worried. Her questions are short. She really just wants somebody to check, to assure her that everything is fine when she’s unsure.

Ah, hello anxiety and panic.

On the one hand part of me wants to jump in and save the day, and I absolutely would if there was actually anything bad happening, but there never is, and so I never do.

I have a look, make myself comfortable and talk her through it.

This is how you know for sure it’s okay.

This is how you check.

This is how you double check.

I am not worried. You have checked everything, it is all fine, and now you should not be worried.

But I will stay here until you tell me you’re not worried.

Because I remember what I wanted needed to hear when I was new. I would hope that I can teach her from my mistakes so that she doesn’t need to make them herself. We’re similar kinds of people, and that makes her easy to guide.

When Dad Has to Breed.

Dad works as a cop.  He works hard and always comes home horny.  Mom couldn’t keep up with his sex drive and I used to hear them fighting about it.  Many times, I caught Dad jacking off in the bathroom.  He never saw me, but I’d watch him and stroke my cock like he stroked his.  I must have inherited his sex drive because I, too, am ALWAYS horny.

Mom finally left us.  She told me that I could live with Dad because I needed a strong male influence in my life.  Little did I know what kind of ‘influence’ Dad was going to have on me!

One afternoon, Dad didn’t come right home from work.  He called me after his shift and told me that he was going to go have beers with the guys.  I had just graduated from high school and thought that having an evening alone would be great.  I could pull out some of the porn that I had found in Dad’s closet and stroke my cock.  When I’d found Dad’s porn stash, I was shocked to find some man-on-man porn buried deep in the box that he kept it all in.  Even more shocking was that a lot of it depicted guys his age having sex with boys MY age.  That made my cock so hard.  I’d often fantasized about Dad when I jacked off.  Maybe he thought about me, too?

Anyway, he didn’t only have magazines.  He had videos as well!  Those were my favorite and I took every chance I could to watch some of them when he wasn’t around.  I’d pop in the ones with the daddy types fucking boys and imagine that it was Dad fucking me.  So, I was going to take advantage of the time that Dad was out with his buddies and have a good session.

I took the movies into the living room and pulled off my sweatpants.  I put in my favorite movie…the one that had a man that looked just like my Dad and settled onto the couch as the movie started.  I skipped to the scene that had my “Dad” in it and went to work on my throbbing cock.  It was leaking precum in no time flat and I had to be really careful or I’d cum too soon.  I was just getting into it, with my fingers stuck in my ass as I stroked my leaking rod, when Dad walked through the door.

“What the fuck, Todd?” he asked as he looked from me to the TV screen.  When he saw the movie that I was watching, he turned white.  He grabbed the remote off the coffee table, trying desperately to turn the movie off.  He hit the wrong button and the volume shot up.  Sounds of fucking and flesh-against-flesh filled the living room.  The boy getting his young ass plowed screamed out, “Fuck me, Daddy!  Fill me with your hot seed!”  That’s usually the point when I shoot my load.

Dad finally managed to get the TV shut off.  He looked at me on the couch, his eyes dropping to my drooling dick.  It took him two steps to get to me.  I thought he was going to spank me or something.  Instead he launched his body on top of mine and roughly started kissing me.  I could smell, and taste, the beer that he’d drank earlier.  He pulled back and looked me in the eyes.  “I should be fucking pissed that you’ve been snooping in my bedroom, but instead finding you like this has me horny as hell.”

He leaned down and kissed me again as he started to strip off his clothes.  “You know, Todd, I used to see you watching me jack off in the bathroom,” he growled.  “I saw you there…and knowing that you were watching me always made me shoot the biggest loads.”

“Really, Dad?” I asked him as I reached down and started to stroke my own cock again.  I’d never been this hard.

“Yeah, son.  I always kinda hoped that you’d come into the bathroom and stroke with me.  Or we could stroke each other.  When your Ma wouldn’t put out…sometimes I’d sneak into your room at night and look at you sleeping on your bed.  I’d see your sweet ass in your tight briefs and I’d stand there and rub my cock while I was looking at you.”

“Fuck, Dad, that’s so HOT!” I said, as my hand slid between my legs and I slipped two fingers back into my boy pussy.  Dad watched my hands with heavy eyes and I looked down to see his throbbing cock twitch and a stream of honey slide down his shaft.

“When you were at school one day, I found the t-shirt under your bed that was your cum rag.  I used to hold it up to my face and sniff it…and lick it…as I jacked off.  I’d shoot my load into the t-shirt, too.”

I moaned when I realized that I had been mixing my load with Dad’s in the fabric of that shirt.  How many loads had we shot into it?

“Enough talk,” Dad growled and grabbed me off the couch.  He flipped me around so that I had one foot on the couch and the other on the floor.  I felt his fingers at my opening.  “Nice,” he said as two of his thick fingers slipped into me.  “Already lubed…just the way I like a boy’s cunt!”  And with that, he pulled his fingers out of me.  I felt his cock head press against me and he shoved in all the way to the root in one stroke.

I moaned…I was so fucking horny that I didn’t even feel any pain.  Dad started to fuck me hard and fast.  “Taking…what…I’ve…always…wanted…” he said punctuating each word with a deep, hard thrust into my ass.  “Fucking you, son, is better than that frigid bitch that I was married to.”  Didn’t bother me that he said things like that about Mom.  If I’D had a man like Dad, I’d be throwing my legs in the air for him every chance I got!

Dad held me around the chest as he rammed into my harder and harder.  I knew by the grunts and groans that he was making that he was about to blow his jizz…we make the same noises!  I wrapped my hand around my cock and stroked furiously.  I wanted to cum when Dad did.  

With one final, brutal thrust, Dad rammed into me and roared as he shoot a huge load deep in my guts.  His cock spasmed and that set off my own nut.  I shot all over the couch and floor. 

Dad and I collapsed in a sweaty heap on the couch, his cock still lodged in my cum slimy ass.  He nipped at the back of my neck and then kissed it.  “What the fuck did I just do?  Did I really just fuck and breed my own son?”

“Yeah, Dad, you did…and it better not be the last fucking time either!” I said as I turned my head and kissed him deeply.  “You never need to worry about ME saying ‘no’ when you need to breed, Dad,” I said as I kissed him again.

Dad grinned smacked my ass and said, “I love you, Todd!  Let’s get showered, order a pizza and move you into my bedroom.  It’s about time that sleeping arrangements changed in this house!”

Yeah, we’re that kind of family!

anonymous asked:

Could you write about Niall and his inexperienced gf please? That would be so cute how he'd care for her

can u write a blurb or something where u catch niall wanking off and ur kinda dissapointed cause ya know u werent doing anything, he couldve just asked you… and he can tell ur a bit sad about it?? thanku!!

I joined these two.  Enjoy

I liked to surprise Niall sometimes.  Even though I knew he hated surprises, he tolerated it from me.  Mostly because - in his words - “Ya look so goddamn cute about it.”  I tried to quell my need to surprise him to just once a week, because I wasn’t a total asshole.  When your hot, famous, incredibly kind boyfriend asks you politely to cool it with the surprises, you do it.  

But this week was special.  Niall was finally home from tour and I had graduated college three days ago.  No more date interruptions because I had to be home to study for a test.  No more scheduling dates around my class schedule.  No more having to leave the safe, warm, soft embrace of his capable arms because I had to finish a paper.

It was done.  

So my first surprise that week had been when he got home from tour.  I excitedly decorated his house with some of his friends and threw him an impromptu welcome home party.  He tried to act angry about it, said something about being exhausted, but I knew he wasn’t really mad.  Especially when he wound his arm around my waist and turned his lips to press to my temple,

“Look so pretty, Angel.”  He whispered, sending shivers down my spine all the way to the tips of my pink nail polish covered toenails.

I spent the night that night, slightly disappointed that he didn’t try anything the entire night.  He simply laid down, wrapped his arms around my waist and cuddled into my back.  He sputtered out a mumbly “G’night, Love.” and was softly sawing Z’s in seconds.

See, I’m a virgin.

A big one.

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Better For Me (Part Two)

Pairing/Characters: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Natasha (Reader sometimes calls her Natalia), Sam Wilson, let’s just say everyone in the fuckin compound lmao

Warnings: Swearing, cocky!Bucky, sexual tension, eventual smut, it’s a slow buuuurn

Summary: You meet one of New York’s richest Bachelor’s. He’s hot, he’s rich, and he’s an absolute fucking asshole. Luckily for you, you’re an asshole too and you could take a challenge any day. Within the first 24 hours of knowing each other, you’ve already pushed each other over breaking point. But when something comes up, you’re both forced to try and get along. Can it be possible?

Word Count: 3011

Chapter Notes: Bucky apologises to Y/N but being the self centred prick he is, he makes her snap, making her push him to his breaking point. Does she really think he won’t go down until he’s pushed her to her breaking point?

A/N: The start is pretty filler-ish, all the nice stuff is near the end <3


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Little Monster part 2


Pairing: Professor!Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: A couple bad words?

Word count: 1.773

Summary: First class, first time meeting with professor Rogers. An old friend returns and raises some questions.

A/N: Some of you asked for more insight on how Steve looks at things… Well lucky you!

Part 1

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