by avoid normality

poor alfred, honestly, i mean you know he ends up getting a lot of shit for the batman thing but you also know that man did the best he could with bruce goddamn wayne, the most stubborn-ass closed-off melodramatic dingus to ever punch a crime. good luck finding a therapist that kid will ever talk to. if he did not at least once try to make that boy talk about his feelings, only to be met with a broken third-story window and a missing boy, i will eat my hat. honestly. imagine batman. imagine him younger, with the impulse control of a young rich white boy. try and tell me he wouldn’t jump out a goddamn window just to prove a point about how willing he is to jump out a goddamn window to avoid this conversation. normal kids, you just wait until you’re driving and they’re stuck. i promise you bruce wayne nearly fucking died trying to fling himself out of the car and into the bed of a nearby truck because alfred had the audacity to suggest he might have had a feeling one time. i was a regular teen and i nearly flung myself out of many windows to avoid feelingschat, i cannot imagine the drama of a teen with the strength and willpower and poor coping mechanisms to one day Become A Bat. it’s amazing either of them even survived. give that butlerdad a medal and a bottle of bourbon.

if you ever feel that your country’s politics have become a joke just remember that in serbia a guy dressed fully in white riding a white horse leading a party called “you haven’t tried sarma” became the second strongest politicial option in his municipality without any campaigning and that he’s now running for the president

he was just trying to make fun of the government he didn’t think that people would actually vote for him but here we are

“I like KS but the fandom is full of fucked up people who romanticize their abusive relationship.”

- Anonymous

instant gratification (m)

Originally posted by pjmksj

fuccboii jk x cheerleader! reader ft sex in an instant photobooth

7k, smut

WARNING: this is just pure smut no plot whatsoever lmao and it’s filthy as hell read at ur own risk


11.57am [Jeon Jeongguk]: Quad. Now.

The brevity of his text should annoy you, but it only ignites a desire that burns insistently till it’s quenched. With your screen brightness turned down this low, it should be hard for anyone but you to decipher the words on your screen, but you still jump in surprise and guilt when your roommate, Sejong taps you on the shoulder.

“Hey, don’t forget practice is at 12.30pm today, don’t be late!! Coach already seemed near the end of her rope the last time and the team sure as hell doesn’t need her cracking down any harder. Got it?” Sejong might be your dearest roommate, but as captain of the cheer team she definitely takes her duties very seriously.

Swallowing back nervous laughter, you attempt to flash her an easy smile. “Yes, I promise I’ll be there on time!! It won’t happen anymore, I swear.”

You quickly stash away your phone in your bag and finish adjusting your knee socks before standing and bidding her a hasty goodbye.

“Wait, you’re leaving now? There’s still like half an hour before we start!” Sejong narrows her eyes at you just as your hand lands upon the door handle. Even facing away from her you can feel her scrutinising gaze on your back, and your urgency to leave the room increases.

“Uhh… yeah, you said my splits needed some work last time right? I think I’m gonna go in early and get some practice in.” To your own ears your excuse sounds flimsy and coupled with the slight tremor in your voice, you’re almost definitely sure that Sejong will call you out.

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Sexless relationships are, actually, quite normal. If a sexless relationship is something you want or need to be happy, safe, and satisfied, you will find a wealth of potential partners who can give you that. 

Platonic relationships are also quite normal, even long term ones that involve such intimacies as sharing a home and life together. Again, if this is something you want or need to be safe, happy and fulfilled, there are many people out there who will happily join you in that life.

Electing to maintain simple friendships with people, and avoid intimate, higher-priority relationships is also entirely normal. If avoiding intimate relationships is better for you, you’ll find many, many supportive friends and acquaintances who will still care for you as you need it, without pushing.

These are all normal things that you will have access to, if you need them. 

anonymous asked:

Hi I noticed you're really into astrology so do you mind giving a rundown of all the rising signs and your experiences with them maybe? Thx

I would love to! I don’t have personal experience with all of them (that I know of) but I’ll try my best.

Aries rising: The only person I know with this placement is my aunt and she is undoubtedly the most energetic person in a room. It’s impossible to ignore her; she just lives life as if she’s in her 20s when in reality she’s almost 60. Like she has a fiery energy and it’s just unmistakable. She can be quick to anger, definitely though. If things don’t go her way then she most likely will hold a grudge until the other person apologizes. Nonetheless, I appreciate Aries risings’ childlike enthusiasm and willingness to start something new.

Taurus rising: I have yet to encounter any taurus rising, however, I do know many taurus suns and I’m sure there are a few things the two have in common. I’ve read that taurus risings are some of the most elegant, smooth people you know, and that they generally are easy to identify in a crowd. They’re probably more prone to wanting the life of luxury and give off a very comforting vibe. They’re not too out there yet they’re not extremely closed off either. Even though they may not be the loudest ones in a room, they don’t need to be because their presence speaks for itself.

Gemini rising: One of my good friends is one and this might be harder for me to answer. One thing I noticed was that she was, in my opinion, the easiest person to approach. I never felt the need hold back my expressions because I felt she was understanding enough to let me speak my mind. I would definitely say she observes much more than she speaks. This is one thing that stumped me. When I first found out she was one I almost couldn’t believe it because of how social and energetic they are often described. Not only that, but she generally is one of the first to go silent. I think she does appeal to the clever and open-mindedness that gemini risings offer, though. So even though she may not be under my definition, a standard gemini rising, I think they can be hard to pin down to one image considering their duality. I think many gemini risings could actually seem a tad bit intimidating, but generally a priority of theirs is to communicate. Like aries, they give off a very youthful impression.

Cancer rising: I have not met any in real life but once again I know quite a few cancer suns and I do find similarities in the two. Cancer risings most likely give off a very familiar vibe. They are most likely more quiet than most other risings and prefer to stay in their lane of comfort. Generally, they’re very sentimental. Their feelings can easily be expressed through facial expressions and they prefer to have security than to jump into new situations. They definitely give off a nurturing vibe and can easily feel the changing of their surroundings. Cancer risings have a hard shell and a very soft core.

Leo rising: Once again their presence is undeniable. They instantly make an impression and stand out due to their star-like qualities. Not all will be as outgoing, but they are definitely ambitious. They steer toward a very enthusiastic disposition and may also look for other people like them. They usually appear confident in themselves and may seem even a little bit entitled, but they are some of the most warm and big-hearted people around. They also may seem needy and overly self-conscious about how they appear to others, but overall their brightness is unmatchable.

Virgo rising: I know MANY virgo risings. All of them have shown a great amount of work ethic and may even become anxious if things aren’t picture-perfect. To many they seem quiet and critical, and perhaps a bit too opinionated, but they are genuinely some of the most caring. They live to serve others and they appear professional which is something quite admirable. They’re organized and very humble people. Their stress can be very worrisome, though. Their tendencies to pick on every little thing doesn’t only agitate the people around them, but themselves too. Virgo is ruled by mercury and like gemini communication is important, but virgo risings prefer looking at the details of situations rather than the big picture.

Libra rising: I do not know any libra risings, but as a libra sun, I can recognize the similarities. They radiate a sort of gentle aura. They are by far the most polite of the risings and value relationships the most. Like leo risings, libra risings can be very attached to their perceived image. Libra risings avoid conflict normally, and are very charming. They love to be around other people and love socializing but can get tired of the constant change in their personalities. They struggle with understanding their identity which is why they look to others. A lot may consider them shallow or fake upon first meetings, but this isn’t because a libra rising doesn’t have more in depth thoughts, it’s just not something they like to pay attention to. Libras are about harmony, and deep subjects can throw off the light, playful conversation libras enjoy most. They do not change themselves on purpose, necessarily. They just adapt to each new environment because it’s what makes them feel the most comfortable. They value the comfort of others the most, so when everyone else is comfortable, they are as well.

Scorpio rising: I know the most scorpio risings out of them all and they have very distinct qualities. They are known to be some of the most intimidating risings, whether they want to appear that way or not. The ones I have known all seemed very quiet to me at first and my first instinct is always to keep talking until they reply which is something they generally do not understand whatsoever considering their demeanor. People may be afraid of scorpio risings or intrigued because of their strong presence. Not all are extremely private, but they appear that way. They really don’t appreciate superficial people and they tend to feel many emotions but don’t like to openly reveal them. Not all are super shy, but when they speak they may want to cut to the chase rather than wasting their time on smalltalk. If a scorpio rising trusts you though there really should be no issue in communication.

Sagittarius rising: OBVIOUS when someone is one. One of my good friends is a sag rising and when I first met her I remember being completely thrown off by her. She was loud, open, and very in your face. She said pretty much everything that came to her mind and didn’t care about the feelings or opinions of others. She always appeared very humorous to me so I never took any of her comments to heart because I realized she treated everyone that way. So yes, sag risings can be extremely blunt, but never with bad intentions. They are very spiritual people and want to connect with something bigger than them generally. Once you understand them you can see that they are just very fun-loving people. They are some of the most optimistic people and they can be very generous and extravagant.

Capricorn rising: I don’t know any and I really am not familiar with many capricorn suns either so this may be difficult. From what I’ve heard, they tend to appear quite serious. Probably some of the most intimidating along with scorpio risings. They most likely seem invested in their work, are fairly organized, and like to achieve. Some people may describe them as quite shy or “awkward.” Some might even think they come off as boring because they generally guard themselves. They’re quite methodical and practical, but also very down-to-earth. They’re very thoughtful people overall.

Aquarius rising: I’m one as well as my sister and my father! Aquarius rising indicates that you are more than likely highly individualistic and appreciate the road not taken. Uniqueness is a large characteristic involving aquarius and generally we observe with impartiality and intellect. Aqua risings are very aware of their surroundings especially considering aquarius takes the community into consideration before themselves. Can be seen as the “weird” person in a group because of the efforts to rebel in any way possible. We’re huge humanitarians, and are known to be some of the most aloof. Aqua risings are regularly considered as the most detached and potentially standoffish. Also, aqua risings can look quite stubborn much like any other fixed sign. I’ve heard this is a placement where one can appear to be a mad scientist as well.

Pisces rising: They appear to be in their own world most of the time. They’re more social than the other water signs and adapt to environments with ease. Their creativity is unmatchable and even if they may come across shy sometimes, they most likely have a lot to say and aren’t reserved whatsoever. They express their thoughts more so with feelings than any other. Similar to libra and gemini, pisces risings do their own form of shape-shifting. So, their duality can confuse many. They are the most sensitive and openly expressive of their emotions. They have a fascination with the outer world and high powers due to pisces being ruled by both neptune and jupiter, both planets for higher power and learning. Pisces tends to be the most selfless, also. A fault of theirs is potentially coming across overly vulnerable or fragile. They’re very empathetic and dreamy people.

anonymous asked:

How do you stay sane as a Blackhawks fan when everyone's so fucking rude and mean all the time?

hey anon, i just wanted to start off by saying that i wasn’t ignoring this question, i just wanted to think of something coherent enough to explain and had a pretty busy day. 

so, i guess a lot of people hate them for their logo/nhl’s favoritism/certain players and their not so great pasts/idk what else is there. this puts the hawks fans on defensive and when literally an entire fandom hates on you, you sort of become even more defensive which can come off as rude often times. i’m not trying to excuse hawk fans, there are some that i really wish did not represent the fandom (and not just on tumblr, the hawk fans outside of tumblr can be pretty nasty too). my point is, i feel like the blackhawks part of the fandom have become so alienated that it’s hard to associate with anyone else in the fandom. it sucks, imo, cause yes i will admit that the hawks have many faults (so do other teams tho) but they also have some great ppl that get hated on despite them not doing anything. like seabs and duncs. they’re my fav D pair, and maybe before everything crashed and burned in the past 2 (3?) years, everyone loved them and they weren’t categorized in the must hate list on tumblr. hossa and hammer and crow and darling and tazer, even the baby rookies like vinnie and hartzy. it sucks and it makes me sad, they’re some of my favs but i never can talk about the hawks without feeling like i’m offending someone. 

i started off my entire hockey love with the hawks, and ya they’re not my team anymore, but i still like them and some of the players. when i came into the fandom, i was only involved with kazer/hawk blogs so i never saw the immense hate and constant badgering, but i think asg17 was the first time i realized, shit, everyone really hates the hawks. and i think that came more from the fact that i started following blogs for different teams. it made me sad to see some of my favs being so hated on, but i can’t deny the reasons ppl hate some of the guys. it’s their opinion and they’re entitled to it. some of the players have really done shitty things that make me uncomfortable and i don’t blame anyone for having a negative reaction to it, and the team as a whole. but it’s not fair to be so rude and disrespectful and expect the hawks fans to be nice in return, but that’s how this fandom works. it’s a vicious cycle and it starts up whenever big events take place. the playoffs being one of them.

this was so far from coherent, i’m sorry, but what i want to finish with is: just follow blogs that like the hawks. there’s some really nice ppl that still love the players and the team and even when everyone’s hating, they’ll be rooting for them, and making edits,gifs, ect. it’s hard to avoid all hate though, because inevitably, some of it might make it’s way to ur dash but don’t let it bring you down. i stopped letting it bother me. to a degree, i was internalizing the entire fandom’s hate at one point, and it was really depressing and weird. then i realized, i don’t have to think like them to like other teams outside of the hawks. i’ll tolerate their opinions as long as they respect mines. a lot of the times, i won’t follow ppl so i can avoid seeing their opinions but i might check out their blog for content and stuff. that way, i won’t have to deal with the extra hawks hate. 

don’t stop loving something that makes you happy, anon. as long as you’re not hurting anyone, i think it’s ok to love what you love. let the hate roll off your back, take it from a dceu fan that lives in an mcu world. just enjoy what you love and try to avoid the negativity. 

Like Father, Like Son

Title: Like Father, Like Son

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Word Count: 2,167

Request: @imboredsueme - Reader and Sherlock have a really bad argument and break up, she realizes she was pregnant with his kid. Years later her curious son tracks down the detective.

A/N: I’ve hit 1,000 followers!!! This is crazy and I couldn’t have ever imagined this would happen. Anyway….. This was the most requested of all my imagines in my ‘to-do’ list so thanks to everyone who voted and please enjoy! If you’d like to request an imagine message me or leave me an ask, my plates pretty full right now but I’ll add it to the list and hopefully get to it soon. If you’re not on my tag list already and want to be let me know! As always- feel free to message me if you need anything or just feel like saying hello!

Masterlist



    “William?” You bellowed from the kitchen. Your son hadn’t come down for dinner yet and you were beginning to  worry.

    “William your food’s gonna get cold, love-” You marched through the hall and opened his bedroom door, losing your voice when you saw his window open and his sheets tied to the drain pipe outside.

    “William!” You shrieked and ran to the window, sticking your head out. You looked at the drop from the second floor, it wasn’t much but you still worried for your small child.

    Pulling your head back inside, you yanked the window closed and began searching for a sign of where he’d gone. You turned and noticed your phone lying on his dresser. That wasn’t where you left it, your eyebrows scrunched together and you read the screen it was left on. A Google search - Sherlock Holmes- leading to his website with his address: The Science of Deduction.

    You cursed yourself for ever telling William his name. You could barely keep up with him, he was always 12 steps ahead of you, and he was only 6! Sighing, you looked out the window once more, knowing where he must have gone.

    You grabbed your phone and keys, running out of your flat. His name floated around your head. Memories that you had tried to forget stringing back together in your mind.


     “How many more times is this going to happen, Sherlock?” You yelled, you’d been stood up one time too many and you were sick of it. Sitting there, promising the waiter he would come, only to be left sitting there an hour later. All eyes on you as you left some cash at the table and finally gave up.

    “It’s never seemed to bother you before.” He argued.

    “Oh I promise you it has. You’re just never around to notice it.” You yelled back.

    “Well I’m sorry if my job is a little more important than you.” He growled. Your stomach dropped. You knew he felt that way, but hearing him say it out loud made it feel real, and it killed you.

    “I see…” You said quietly, shaking your head and turning towards the door.

    “Y/N, I didn’t mean-” he began, realizing what he said.

    “Yes you did, Sherlock, that’s the problem. You did mean it. I’ve never been enough for you, I’ve never been more important than your cases. I can barely hold your attention for more than a few minutes. Sorry I wasn’t clever enough or fascinating enough for you.” you yelled, grabbing some of your stuff and shoving it into your bag.

    “What are you doing?” He asked, seriously.

    “What does it look like genius?” You shot back.

    “You’re leaving.” He spoke, as if it was a question.

    “Not that you’ll notice.” You responded, truthfully.

    “Don’t go.” He pleaded, but he didn’t sound very convincing.

    “Make me. Sherlock, tell me I mean more to you than a case does. That you’d rather spend time with me then be out solving some crime. Tell me that, honestly, and I’ll stay.” You pleaded. If he couldn’t tell you that, then your relationship wasn’t going where you thought it was.

    You waited for an answer. His mouth moved as if he was about to speak, but stopped and he looked to the floor, he stayed silent for far too long.

    “Goodbye Sherlock.” you scoffed, closing the door, ending that chapter of your life.


     Your feet hit the dirty pavement, running, praying. You knew Baker Street was only about a mile away, but you prayed that’s where he was. That he’d be okay, that if he was anywhere it was there. Because if he wasn’t there, you wouldn’t have a clue where to find him. Even if he is there, you weren’t ready to face this. To be drawn back to him: Sherlock Holmes.

    Ever since William was born he had been causing you trouble. He wasn’t a bad kid, he was just so much smarter than you and so curious. It scared you how much he reminded you of Sherlock. Jesus, he even looked exactly like him. A miniature little Sherlock running around wreaking havoc on your life. But you loved the havoc, and you loved your son.

    You remembered the day you found out you were pregnant with William.


    “Mate, I’m going to the store do you need anything? Tampons? Food? Breakup ice cream?” Sharon, or Shazza as everyone called her, asked you on her way out of your shared flat.

    “No thanks, I’ll be fine.” you laughed, but stopped when your roommate closed the door. You hadn’t needed those in a while… you counted on your finger how many months it’s been since you last period. Jesus.

    You called your roommate a couple minutes later after frantically flipping through your calendar to make sure the dates lined up. You were trapping your foot anxiously, hoping she could discreetly pick up a pregancy test for you.

    “Shazza, could you do me a favor?” You asked hurriedly when she picked up the phone.

    “Finally gonna let me set you up with that guy from my spin class?” You could feel her smirk through the phone.

    “No, listen while you’re out I need you to pick up something for me.” You spoke slowly.

    “Sure love, what?” She asked, casually.

    “A pregnancy test.” You whispered into the phone. No one was around but you felt embarrassed.

    “Are you serious?” She yelled back.

    “Shh, yes.”

    “I thought you were on the pill!” She exclaimed, just as shocked as you were. You could only imagine the looks she was getting in the store right now.

    “I am!” You retorted.

    “I swear to God if that bastard knocked you up–” She began, but you stopped her mid-rant.

    “Shazza! Please just get one…” You pleaded.

    “Jesus ok, I’ll be home soon.” She said, hanging up the phone, leaving your mind to wander until she returned to confirm your suspicions.

    You’ve always heard it said that waiting for a pregnancy test result was “ the longest five minutes of your life”. You thought that was an exaggeration but jesus were they right.

    “What does it say?” Shazza asked after the timer went off.

    “I don’t know, I can’t look. You do it.” You closed your eyes, scared.

    “Oh my god,” Was her only reply.

    “‘Oh my god’ what?” Your eyes flew open, scanning her face.

    “You’re pregnant!” She jumped, a genuine smile on her face.

    “I’m pregnant…” You couldn’t help but be happy, you’ve always wanted a child. Although you pictured it happening differently.

    “Are you gonna tell him?” She asked, addressing the elephant in the room.

    “No.” You answered simply.

    “No! Why not?” She yelled.

    “Because! Because he hates kids, he’d never have time for a family. Frankly the best thing will be for him not to know, I can take care of this child on my own, thank you very much.” You said proudly.

    “Damn you’re stubborn,” she smiled and shook her head,”but I’ll be here, I’ll help you in whatever you need.”

    “Thanks Shazza.” You hugged her.

    “Anytime, love.”


     That was how William was brought into your life, a surprise at every turn since. All you wanted to do was protect him, and you feared in protected him you only caused him more pain.

    You had managed, raising a child on your own, but you feared he needed some fatherly contact that you just couldn’t provide.

    You were half way to Baker Street when it started to pour. You tried to catch a cab but none of them would stop. You were splashed by a passing car and groaned.

    You should have known this would happen, that he would search him out. It was just last week that the questions you normally avoided were given answers.


     “Mommy…I know you don’t like talking about it, but I have this family tree project for school and I…well my tree is half empty.” William held his drawing up to you. You were struck with a pang of guilt.

    “You don’t have to tell me now, only a name, I’ll understand.” He said, he always knew how to outsmart you.

    “Oh, baby, come here.” You patted the bed next to you and he jumped up. He positioned his paper and pencil and looked up to you, ready to write it down.

    “Sherlock.” You said quietly, it tasted strange in your mouth, foreign almost.

    “And his parents?” He asked, batting his eyelashes at you. He really had you wrapped around his finger.

    “Uh.. Wanda and Tim.” You took a moment, hardly being able to remember. You’d only actually met them once, and they didn’t even know you and Sherlock were dating at the time. That must have been… almost 8 years ago now.

    “And did he have any brothers or sisters?” He asked. Thinking back on this you wondered if his ‘family tree project’ was even real, or just a ruse designed to get you to give up the name of his father.

    “A brother, Mycroft.” You watched as  he filled in the enlarged leaves on the tree and jumped off your bed.

    “Is that it?” You asked, surprised at his sudden absence.

    “Yes, thanks mummy!” He rushed away excitedly, you raised an eyebrow in suspicion but let it go and got back to your work.


     You were now standing in front of 221B Baker Street, soaked to the bone, frantically knocking on the door.

    “Y/N?” Sherlock answered the door, surprised to see you.

    “Is he here?” You asked hurriedly.

    “You’re soaking wet.” He said, pulling you inside.

    “Is he here!” You asked again.

    “Upstairs” He nodded. You ran past him, taking the stairs two by two, thanking God you weren’t wearing heels.

    “William!” You yelled, Sherlock was rushing behind you. You stepped into a familiar living room that hadn’t changed a bit only to see your son sitting by the fire sipping tea. Wearing his favorite shirt,little tie and coat.

    “Jesus I was so worried.” You knelt in front of his chair and hugged him, inspecting him, making sure he was okay.

    “I knew you would be, but I had to know, I’m sorry mummy.” He looked guilty. You kissed his forehead, knowing this time would come some day.

    “Y/N…” Sherlock said from the doorway, you stood and whipped around caught off guard, forgetting he was there.

    “Can we speak for a moment” He motioned out to the hall. You nodded, wrapping your arms around you to create some warmth and comfort. You were still soaking wet. Your hair dripping slightly onto the wood floors.

    “Is he mine?” He asked, wasting no time at all. You looked up to him and nodded.

    “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, a hint of sadness in his eyes.

    “Why would I. We had just broken up, I wanted nothing to do with you then.” You answered honestly.

    “And now?” He asked, hopefully.

    “Now?” You asked.

    “Now I’d like to be able to spend some time with my son. He’s almost too smart for his own good. I mean jesus he looks just like me, I want to make sure he doesn’t turn out like I did.” Sherlock looked to the floor.

    “What are you saying?” You reached out and took his hand, you could tell he was struggling to find his words and you tried to comfort him.

    “I’m saying I’d like to help, in any way you’ll let me. I’d like to be there for him. I’m sorry, for the way things ended, the way I treated you, never being there. I’d like to be there now. Please.” He spoke with so much sincerity that you would argue this wasn’t the same Sherlock you left 6 years ago. Something had changed, he’d changed, seemingly for the better.

    “Alright, but only because he needs his father. I’ll need time, Sherlock, to adjust to this.” You whispered, realizing how close the two of you were standing.

    “I know. Thank you” He kissed your forehead, and headed back inside the living room, only to see William looking through old case files on his desk.

    “What’s this?” William asked curiously, raising a photograph in the air.

    “A beheaded nun.” Sherlock said, casually glancing at it.

    “Jesus” You rushed over to the desk and pulled the picture out of his hands.

    “Cool.” William said, now curious, wanting more of Sherlock’s crazy life.

    “Most certainly not cool.” You said. They both looked up to you and rolled their eyes. Like father, like son.

    You couldn’t help but smile at how similar they were, and how your life had seemed to fall back into place. Your son gained the father he’d secretly needed, and you gained back the man who was once the love of your life.

    It would be hard: going back to some sense of normalcy, forgiving sherlock completely, but watching your son look upon him with admiration and love was going to make the process so much easier.


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NURSE

Can be found in

Brookhaven Hospital

Life Attributes

Easy and Beginner Action Levels
608-768

Normal Action Level
760-960

Hard and Extreme Action Levels
912-1152

Attacks

Swing Attack  10 points
Sometimes this will knock Heather to the ground! If you’re facing a Nurse head-on, she’ll usually alternate between swings and thrusts! 
Thrust Attack  15 points
This is when the Nurse lurches forward with her pipe extended outward and sometimes she’ll perform this attack immediately after running up to you!
Pistol Whip  5 points
If a Nurse raises her revolver and you get close to her, she’ll shoot you. But if you’re close to her before she raises her revolver, she’ll just smack you with it instead! It’s much less damaging.
Shooting  25 points
It’s awful that someone gave the Nurses firearms! Their aim isn’t always perfect but they have unlimited ammunition and never reload. They will perform this highly damaging, unblockable attack from mid to long range!

10☆ Strategy

The only regularly appearing monster that has a larger attack range than the Nurse is the Closer, but it attacks much more slowly. The Nurse is quick with a steel pipe and a semi-decent shot with her revolver, but there aren’t many places to hide.

That being said, in the normal hospital, you can absolutely take out any Nurse wielding a steel pipe using a cycle of stun gun attacks and stomps, a shotgun blast and a barrage stomps, katana overhead swings and forward thrusts while blocking. A safer option tends to be the stun gun because it is more effective in the tight spaces where you’ll be fighting them. If you know you’ve got a little more room, like in one of the patients’ rooms, then go for it! The katana is able to slice through more than one nurse but you’ll have to be precise with your blocking. Equip your bulletproof vest if there’s a group!

In the alternate hospital, almost all nurses except around two are armed with revolvers. They are easier to avoid in the normal hospital, where there’s less going on, but you’ll also have to watch out for the Slurpers at your feet! As soon as she raises her revolver, if you’re mid-range, blast her with the submachine gun! If you’re close range then take her out with the shotgun. If there’s nothing you can do, quickly open your inventory and equip the bulletproof vest! You could choose to engage a Slurper which would make the Nurse lower her weapon, but it does not always help.

Their pistol is only slightly less damaging than the Memory of Alessa’s submachine gun!

To anyone getting wisdom tooth surgery:
From my experience, here’s what I reccomend.
-Choose the person who accompanies you to your appointment wisely! They are going to be taking care of you for a few hours and you need someone who is compassionate and willing to help you.
-Milk! Once you are able to drink again, I recommend drinking lots of chocolate milk! If you don’t like chocolate, try strawberry or vanilla! (Yes vanilla milk exists) Flavored milks have lots of calories, which you need to heal (especially since your diet is restricted from the surgery). If you can’t drink lactose try almond, soy, goat or any other milk substitute. Just make sure it has those calories and tastes yummy! You’ll want that yummy taste to help you feel better after the surgery.
-Don’t use too much cotton. Once you pull the cotton swab out and its not completely soaked in blood, you don’t need to replace it again. The surgical site might ooze blood for up to 24-48 hours so if you taste a little blood, don’t freak. Although if you’re profusely bleeding after three or more gauzes, call your doctor or dentist.
-DONT DRINK FROM STRAWS OR BOTTLES! The suction will cause the blood clot to come out and will cause you to bleed more. If that does happen, call the dentist and follow their instructions.
-Eat soft, mushy, lukewarm or cold foods. Avoid spicy, super salty or acidic foods. I know, that’s not much fun, but here’s some stuff I like: Eggs (cooked any way), Potatoes (again, most ways are fine), cooked veggies (so they’re soft), pasta with butter (no tomato sauce), pierogis, raviolis (again, no red sauce), soup. Remember, all your cooked foods must be cooled down before you eat them. Ice cream, yogurt, pudding, jello, milkshakes, smoothies (try to avoid having seeds in your smoothies, you don’t want them to get lodged in your surgical wound), soft fruit (peaches, mango, plum, grapes, melons, etc.), cheese, soft un-toasted breads. Overall, keep it bland and not at an extreme temperature.
-Check your mouth using a mirror and a light for extreme bleeding or anything unusual, if you see anything that looks not good, call your dentist or doctor.
-TAKE YOUR MEDS ON TIME AND CORRECRLY! Trust me, these medicines are friends, they will keep your pain at bay. They may not get rid of all the pain, but they will subdue most of it.
-A little swelling and bruising is normal. To avoid major swelling, for the first 24 hours after surgery, place ice to the outside of your cheek where the surgery was performed on for 15 minutes and off for 15 minutes. After 24 hours, switch to heat.
-Sleep and lay down with your head elevated, it will stop blood loss.
-Don’t be worried if you’re still numb for a few hours. The Novocain processes different in everybody’s body. Sometimes it wears off in a half hour, sometimes it takes a few hours. But if you get really worried, call your dentist.
-Don’t exercise for two to three days after surgery, you risk unlodging the blood clot.
-Your mouth might have limited movement range after surgery, totally okay.
-If you get IV anaesthesia, you may be nauseas or have a headache after, this happens sometimes, just tell your surgeon and he’ll tell you what to do.
-Do something nice for yourself, take a soothing bath, get into your comfiest clothes, watch your favorite movie/TV show. TREAT YO SELF.

BUT REMEMBER! I AM NOT A PROFESSIONAL! CHECK EVERYTHING WITH YOUR DENTIST/SURGEON! It’s better to be safe than sorry. Okay? Now take care of yourself, love you babies!

do you ever look at somone’s URL or see a text post they made

and u know…

they an anti

Bodyguard Bucky.

A/n: The title is unoriginal af, I know. Just a little thing I wrote because I saw a dvd of ‘The Bodyguard’ in a charity shop and was hit with the idea, that Bucky is your bodyguard but you’re secretly in love with him. (It is nothing like that film/play, I haven’t seen it but I looked up the plot.) I thought ‘that’ll be easy to write’, but oh my gosh, was I wrong! It’s gone through so many rewrites and had about half of the original version cut, and it has some of the same themes as other things I’ve written, but I hope it’s okay…

Proof read by way of a text-speech device.

Summary: You’re secretly in love with Bucky, your bodyguard, but now he’s leaving…Whatcha gonna do?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader (Gender Neutral)

(Mentions of being Tony’s child, but only mentions)

Word count: 2136

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol/intoxication, some angst and crying, but fluff by the end :)

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As Y/N Stark, Tony Stark’s one and only child, you were obviously going to be a bit of an easy target, so since you’d finished school you’d had a bodyguard to protect you practically 24/7. The man entrusted to keep you safe for the past few years was one James Buchanan Barnes, or Bucky to you, and over that time you’d like to believe that he’d come to be more of a friend than just paid protection. Apparently not though. Last week he’d announced he was to quit with no warning and that single action had sent your life into turmoil, having realised a long time ago that you were completely and utterly in love with him.

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I’m worried because Seth MacFarlane but… getting such Galaxy Quest vibes from this! And Jonathan Frakes and Robert Duncan McNeill have directed episodes. I hope it can avoid the normal MacFarlane pitfalls and somehow be… not problematic as hell?

fictitiousflirt  asked:

Can you write a thing with young!peter getting hurt by helping/protecting the ravagers somehow? Hurt/comfort with the ravager crew would be awesome!

You got it dude!
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Peter came to learn pretty quickly who was and wasn’t friendly on board Yondu’s ship.

Well…friendly was a stretch. But in the least he knew for certain who wouldn’t gut him the second he was out of Yondu’s line of sight.

Currently? Tullk and Kraglin were highest up on his list of friendlies.

And that was more than likely due to the fact that Kraglin was acting medic for minor injuries, and he’d gotten grazed on his right arm during tonight’s raid.

Tullk was holding him on his lap, keeping him from moving and keeping the bad arm steady while Kragiln worked on cleaning it.

He was barely 12. Barely 12 years old, and he’d gotten shot. If he lived a normal life by any human standards, then this probably wouldn’t have happened.

The antiseptic burned probably worse than the wound had hurt before as Kraglin swabbed out the cut flesh, and wrapping it didn’t make the pain much better. Peter hissed as the Xandarian patted the bandages down with his thumb.

“There. That should stay clean. Just don’ touch it or scratch. I’ll check it in the morning. I gotta go help Doc with the cap'n.”

Tullk finally released Peter’s arm as Kraglin began gathering up the medical supplies into his box. Once everything had been packed away, he made a beeline toward the captain’s quarters.

“Oh! And Pete? Thank you!” Came the Xandarian’s shout from down the hall.

Peter climbed down from Tullk’s chair and sat crosslegged on the floor in front of him once Kraglin was out of sight. He sniffled. A hot tear streaked down his face, making a clean track. Another. And another.

Normally, he’d avoid showing this much weakness- emotion? Both.- in front of any of the crew, but this time he couldn’t hold it back. Peter covered his mouth with both hands, barely wrangling back a choked sob.

Tullk looked down at the Terran desperately trying to stop himself from crying more before any of the others came through. They’d only tease him. Make it worse. He was still just a child, after all. He had the right to be upset, or worried about someone, without being laughed at.

Though the Ravager wasn’t exactly an expert on dealing with children, he’d become accustomed to calming Peter after a particularly hard job.

A steady, gentle pat on the back usually did it.

And so he leaned over in his chair, and rested his hand on the boy’s shoulder.

Peter gasped, startled at the sudden contact. That in itself seemed to stop the tears, although the boy was still visibly tensed. Perhaps the panic hadn’t been as bad as he’d thought.

Unsure of how to proceed at this point, Tullk spoke.

“Do..do ye want ta talk about what ‘appened?”

Peter shook his head. No. Tullk hadn’t seen what happened to get both Yondu and Peter under fire, but he was pretty certain Peter was blaming himself.

“Peter..Ye know..nothing that ‘appened was your fault, lad.” He attempted at reassuring. Quill’s head still hung sullenly. Try something else then.

“Ye worried 'bout the captain?”

And at that, he finally got an answer. Sort of. Peter nodded, took a deep breath, gave a great shuddering sigh, and mumbled:

“I didn’t stay where I was supposed to. But Kraglin needed help.”

And that was where he knew he would get the rest of the story. Kraglin had evidently played some role in whatever had gotten the captain shot. But at the moment, Kraglin was assisting in surgery, and he needed to get Peter to rest.

“Cap'n’s goin’ ta be just fine, laddie. Doc’s fixin’ 'im up right now. He’ll be better in the mornin’, I promise. Why don’t you go on off ta bed?” He patted Quill on top of the head gently as he spoke.

The boy seemed to agree with that last sentiment and stood up on wobbly legs, toddling down the hall to his bunk.

It would be another hour and a half before Tullk saw Kraglin again. Kraglin came out to sit in the common area, still wiping clean his hands, visibly shaken, but at the same time relieved.

“Will 'e make it?”

Kraglin gulped against the lump in his throat.

“Y-yeah. We got the rounds out. Stopped the bleeding. Easy fix. He just..he’s gotta sleep it off for a couple days. Gonna be pent up in bed while the drugs kick in. He ain’t gonna like that.”

“Kraglin, you were there. What 'appened, exactly? Quill didn’t exactly want ta talk about it.”

Kraglin didn’t seem to want to tell Tullk much either, but at least he got more of the story out of Obfonteri.

They got the job done. That he knew. Peter was supposed to stay by the ship. Be the look out. He was, under no circumstances, to go out into the fray.

He ended up disobeying that order. He’d spotted a sniper about to shoot Kraglin from above. No one else could see him, and they were all too busy with the guards below.

Peter ran out of the hangar and pushed Kraglin out of the way, nearly causing him to drop their score in the process, but saving his life. He ended up taking the sniper’s shot himself, but he only ended up grazing him due to the height difference.

Of course, seeing Peter get shot made Yondu panic. He sped over, grabbed Peter, yanked Kraglin to his feet and hauled ass towards the hangar, firing behind them all the way. Unfortunately though, he ended up two feet short of the ship’s ramp, with a pair of bullets in his back.

He landed on his knees. Peter half caught him when he fell. Quill couldn’t do anything but watch while Yondu’s blood stained everything it touched a sickly yellow.

Luckily, most everyone had gotten to the ship by then, and another crewman helped Kraglin drag the captain into the ship.

The rest was history.

If Peter hadn’t run outside, then there was a good chance that neither him or Yondu would have a scratch on them. But it was very possible that Kraglin might not be sitting here, telling Tullk this story.


“If Peter hadn’t come outta nowhere…Tullk..I-..I might’ve-..I tried talking to him when we’d just gotten back. Told him none'o'it was his fault. But he just..it didn’t seem to help much.”

There wasn’t much could be done about any of it. In the end, it would more than likely be Yondu himself being able to reassure Quill that would convince the boy of anything. The Terran seemed to trust him the most, despite all the empty threats.

“He’ll be fine, Kraglin. Once 'e sees Cap'n awake and movin’, he’ll come out of it.” Tullk stood, patted Kraglin on the shoulder, and strolled off to find somewhere to sleep.

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Star Wars Rebels
I had a rather substantial fight with the scanner over these.
One sketch for every ten minutes of runtime for the opening episodes of seasons 1-3! This was a pretty big challenge since I’ve only done this exercise with live-action films before, and I normally avoid drawing vehicles and technology. 

It was nice to take a closer look at how cinematic the show is. Nice use of foreground, mid-ground, and background space.

a helping hand pt. 8

Oliver Queen x Reader

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Your nap had been well deserved. Even when it turned from a nap into a full blown sleep through the night. You had spent hours working diligently and edited several articles without distraction. You had been very productive.

Granted the productivity had been to make up for the lack of work you’d done in the past few days. The day of the party you’d accomplished absolutely nothing and the next day had been mostly spent experimenting with sandwiches.

You had really only meant to sleep for an hour and then get up, have dinner, shower, and go to bed properly. It hadn’t worked out that way. Instead you’d just ended up sleeping straight past the hour mark and well into the middle of the night.

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